"Trapped Immortal Sword Intent!"
On all sides of the jade platform, countless old monsters suddenly stood up from their seats and looked at the Sword Master in the center of the jade platform with unbelievable eyes!
There were four ancient heaven-suppressing swords in the ancient heaven, and the Sinking Immortal Sword was one of them.
Since ancient times, anyone who can fully understand the sword intent of the four ancient swords is a terrifying swordsman who is invincible at the same level.
If the Sword Master has comprehended the complete Immortal Trapping Sword Intent, he is also a half-step master of the Void Refining, and his strength cannot be underestimated. I am afraid that it will be difficult to meet an opponent during the Void Refining!
These old monsters did not see that the sword master only contained a hint of the sword intention of trapping the immortal in his sword intention, but did not truly understand it.
As for the transformed god of the Hundred Swords Sect who was knocked off the jade platform by the Sword Master, as soon as he recognized the sword intention of trapping the immortal, his face immediately turned pale. He hurriedly got up from the ground and returned to the seat of the Hundred Sword Sect. How could he dare to attack the Sword Master.
In his opinion, although the Sword Master is not a strong person in cultivating the void, but he has understood the sword intention of trapping the immortal, how can he, who is in the early stage of becoming a god, be able to compete...
"Those who want to plot against the trolls should fight me first!"
The sword master suddenly drew his sword and stood on the jade platform with one sword at a time.
He carried an ancient sword with pine patterns in his hand, and carried a huge sword box on his back. His hair was as short as a halberd, his white beard was flying, and his sword energy was like a dragon, as majestic as a god!
There are countless seats built around the jade platform, and there are millions of monks sitting there, coming from more than a hundred first-class sects in the rain world.
A huge crowd of people gathered here. But at this moment, no one dared to take the stage to challenge the Sword Lord.
Those who have the level of cultivation to transform into gods or lower than transforming into gods are afraid of the Sword Master.
And most of the old monsters in Refining the Void just relied on their status and did not come up to the stage to challenge at this moment, so as not to get the reputation of bullying the smaller ones.
After all, Sword Master is only half-step into cultivating the void, and he is just a monk who transforms into a god. These old monsters in cultivating voids all cherish their feathers, and they will never bully a transformed god.
"Hey, Old Man Jian, you are really..." Dongxu sighed. Juqing's face was filled with shame.
The relationship between Ju Qing and Jian Zun was not that good, and the two even had some grudges.
But the Trolls were in trouble, but the Sword Master thought that he was a member of the Seven Powers, so he jumped out to help the Trolls. This magnanimity really moved Juqing.
"The sword intention of this sword master does contain a trace of the sword intention of the immortal sword. But it is only a trace, huh, just a trace of the sword intention of the immortal sword. It is not worth mentioning! However, it is rumored that the sword island contains the fragments of the sword of the immortal sword. , and the fragment has been taken away by the Sword God in White...I didn't believe this rumor at first, but now it seems that this rumor is true."
Above the chief, Shen Jianhou, the leader of the Bingyue Sword Sect, snorted coldly and dismissed the Sword Master, but he relied on his status and did not take action against the Sword Master.
But the voice of Lord Shenjian. But it spread without any concealment.
Many old monsters who transformed into gods immediately breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that what the Sword Master understood was not the complete sword intention of trapping the immortal.
If the sword master only comprehends a trace of the sword intention of trapping the immortal, then no one here may be able to defeat the sword master.
"Are you the Sword Lord of Sword Island? Humph, let me come and teach you your brilliant skills!"
An old man wearing a green sword robe holds a green crystal flying sword. Suddenly he jumped onto the jade platform and attacked the sword master.
This person is the leader of the Hundred Swords Sect and a half-step sword cultivator.
"Master of the Hundred Swords Sect, Zhao Jie...hum, you are no match for me!"
laugh!
The sword master raised his sword fiercely. The pine-patterned ancient sword made a harsh sword cry. Above the Ten Thousand Zhang Jade Platform, the wind and clouds changed color. Suddenly, dark green sword light suddenly pierced out, scattering into thousands of sword light raindrops covering the sky and the earth!
"Sword Rain Style!"
Zhao Jie's expression changed dramatically. The Sword Master's Sword Rain Style was extremely close to the power of Qiuxu's strike!
Although he knew that Sword Master should not be underestimated, he did not expect that Sword Master was so powerful that he was almost invincible under the method of refining the void.
In a hurry, Zhao Jie wildly danced the green crystal sword and performed the Hundred Swords Sect Zongzong swordsmanship - the Hundred Swords Style.
In just a moment, Zhao Jie swung out hundreds of sword radiances, but these sword radiances were all defeated by the Sword Master's sword rain and were defeated one by one.
Zhao Jie looked unbelievable and retreated in a hurry, but it was too late and he was surrounded by a rain of swords.
But after hearing a scream, Zhao Jie's body was cut with more than a dozen small blood holes by the sword rain. With a scream, he vomited blood and flew out of the jade platform.
Although he was not dead, he was seriously injured and was defeated by the Sword Master!
"Jiandao Sword Lord wins." The old man Qiuxu who presided over the battle announced. This person is the leader of the Six Flames Sect, named Yanxiao.
"Sword Master is mighty!" Many sword cultivators from Jiandao raised their arms and cheered in the bottom seats.
"Who else wants to fight with me!" The sword master glanced at the heroes with anger.
"Sword Lord has great skills. I, Master Yan Hui of Feiyan Sect, will teach you your brilliant moves!"
Among the crowd, a short old man with a sword on his back jumped onto the jade platform, showing the aura of half-step refining, and sneered provocatively at the sword master.
This man was short in stature, but his moves were extremely fast. He suddenly drew his sword and threw it towards the sky. The light of the sword faintly revealed the shadow of a flying swallow. What he was performing was a flying sword technique!
"Feiyan style!"
The flying sword is as light as a flying swallow, and it escapes without a shadow, which shows how fast the sword shines.
The old sword master's eyes darkened and he did not dare to be negligent. With a flick of his sword, he leaped into the sky, avoiding Feiyan's sword light, and then struck down at Yan Hui below with his sword from a high position.
"Sword Waterfall Style!"
In an instant, the sword light was like a waterfall, like the Milky Way falling from the sky.
As soon as Yan Hui's flying sword touched the astonishing waterfall-like sword light, it immediately rolled back and countless cracks appeared on the sword body.
The natal flying sword was damaged, Yan Hui coughed up blood and suddenly raised his head.
As soon as I saw the sword light of the waterfall hanging like a galaxy above my head, I was immediately frightened and it was too late to retreat.
boom!
The huge jade platform was shattered by the sword light of the waterfall!
The Sword Master stood on the sky. Among the ruins of the jade platform at his feet, Yan Hui was covered in blood and seriously injured. He glanced at the Sword Master fearfully and fell unconscious in the ruins of the jade platform.
"Jiandao Sword Lord wins!" the Six Flames Sect Master said indifferently.
"Sect Master!" A group of masters from the Hundred Sword Sect immediately snatched Yan Hui back, fearing that the Sword Master would harm Yan Hui's life.
hiss!
Below the jade platform, all the individual sects of the God of Transformation were filled with fear.
The strength of the Sword Lord has really reached the level of invincibility. Unless it is a real Void Refining monk, no one can defeat him!
For a time, no one dared to challenge the sword master!
"Sword Master is mighty!" The swordsman monk shouted even more fiercely.
At the chief barbarian sect's seat, the sect leader Nanman Hou looked displeased and ordered an old man behind him who was carrying a sword,
"It's just a half-step of practice. Relying on a trace of the sword intention of the Immortal Fallen Broken Sword, you actually tried to challenge hundreds of sects with one blow. You really don't know the heights of the world. Lian Qin, go kill him!"
"yes!"
The old man with the sword took one step forward and turned into an escaping light. Appeared on the ruins of Yutai.
This person is also a half-step sword cultivator. But his momentum is not even half weaker than that of Jian Zun.
The sword master landed on the ground and stared at the old man carrying the sword, not daring to underestimate this person.
"I am Lian Qin. By order of the sect leader, I am here to take your head!"
laugh!
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a shocking sword intent emitted from his body. The sword intent was so powerful that it contained a hint of ancient sword intent, which made even the sword master tremble!
Around the jade platform, countless old monsters exclaimed again. And when Lian Qin pulled out the giant sword behind him, the exclamations kept coming one after another.
"This, this is...the Immortal Killing Sword Intent! And what Lian Qin is holding is the Immortal Killing Ancient Sword!"
"No. The sword in Lian Qin's hand is not the Immortal Killing Sword, but an imitation sword... But this sword contains a small fragment of the Immortal Killing Sword, and its power cannot be underestimated!"
laugh!
Lian Qin pointed his sword at the sword master and took one step forward. However, their swords have merged into one, turning into a huge sword light that kills all, and slashes at the Sword Master with unimaginable sword speed.
The sword master's eyes were shocked and he advanced instead of retreating.
In sword cultivator duels, focus on momentum. If you retreat, even half a step, you will lose your momentum and lose to your opponent.
He knew in his heart that with his own strength, he could not stop the sword power of Immortal Killer Imitation Sword, but he couldn't even take half a step back!
With a sudden seal, the sword box behind him immediately emitted the sound of hundreds of thousands of flying swords.
In the next moment, hundreds of thousands of flying swords flew out of the sword box like rain, and slashed towards Lian Qin's body and sword.
boom! boom! boom!
Thousands of flying swords were cut into pieces, and every flying sword was at least a Dan-level flying sword. The strongest one even had a half-step virtual treasure flying sword!
This is the Sword Master's biggest trump card. He can release hundreds of thousands of flying swords, which will make even a true Void Refining expert retreat with numbness.
puff!
After shattering nearly two hundred thousand flying swords, the sword light of the Immortal Killer Imitation Sword was finally broken.
Even Qin Meng vomited blood, his eyes were frightened and could not be understood, he was chopped into flesh by the remaining 300,000 flying swords, and died miserably on the ruins of the Yutai, but his soul did not escape!
"so close..."
The sword master breathed a sigh of relief and took Lian Qin's Immortal Killing Broken Sword into his hand, still feeling frightened.
If he hadn't used his biggest trump card, he probably wouldn't have been able to defeat Lian Qin.
"Jian Dao Sword Master wins..." This time, the Six Flame Sect Masters who had seen Xu Xu's cultivation changed slightly, obviously shocked by Sword Master's crazy sword control skills.
hiss!
The monks who were watching were all shocked by the sword master's crazy sword-wielding skills.
With the help of the power of the sword box, half a million flying swords are fired at the same time. Who can take the sword master's blow except the old monster of Lianxu!
At the seat of the Barbarian Dao Sect, Marquis Nanman was furious. He never expected that the Jian Zun, who was only practicing half-step, would dare to kill members of his Barbarian Dao Sect in front of hundreds of sects!
"Anyone who dares to kill me is seeking death!"
The Marquis of Nanman jumped up to the jade platform. His body was strong and powerful. He thrust his claw towards the sword master and his aura suddenly dispersed.
Qixu's momentum swept across the ruins of the Yutai. No matter how powerful the Sword Lord's trump card was, it could only frighten the monks who were under Lianxu. As a Qixu, how could the Marquis of Nanman be afraid of the Sword Lord!
The Sword Master dared to kill the members of the Barbarian Dao Sect on the spot. As the leader of the Barbarian Dao Sect, Nanman Hou naturally couldn't swallow this breath and had to teach him a lesson no matter what!
"not good!"
The Sword Lord lost three people in a row, his magic power was greatly damaged, and his level was far lower than that of the Nanman Marquis, so he couldn't take on the Nanman's claws at all.
Under the powerful momentum of Nanman Hou, the sword master felt his breathing was stagnant and could not compete at all.
The Nanman wants to kill the sword master and pay for his life with his life!
Seeing the Sword Master in trouble, Dongxu and Juqing naturally couldn't sit still. How could they see the Sword Master die standing up for the trolls?
Both of them used their magic weapons and hit the Nanman Marquis on his back.
Nanman felt the attack from behind, and couldn't help but hesitate in taking action, changing his claws into palms, volleying towards the sword master, and at the same time suddenly turned around, sneered and rushed towards Dongxu and Juqing.
"A bunch of people who are just half-stepping into the void and dare to provoke me are seeking death!"
boom!
Nanman Hou made a palm in the air, shattering countless voids. The sword master held his sword across his chest, but he still couldn't block Qiuxu's palm. Vomiting blood and flying upside down.
Although Dongxu and Juqing narrowly saved the sword master, they were targeted by Nanman Hou.
Nanman Hou Fang turned around and without saying a word, he slapped Dongxu and Juqing with two palms.
The vast palm power swept away, causing Dongxu and Juqing to vomit blood. There was no way he could block Nanman's attack.
"Just a few ants. You don't know your own strength and dare to offend me!" Nanman Hou said disdainfully.
"Although I am an ant, you are nothing! But you don't know. This troll tribe is protected by one person." The sword master gritted his teeth.
"Asylum? The troll tribe's protector you are talking about is Zhou Ming?" Marquis Nanman had also heard about Ning Fan's killing of the leader of Shi Le Kingdom and the leader of Chitian Palace. When he first heard about Ning Fan's reputation, he was naturally a little worried. fear.
But then I thought about it, now it was not just his Barbarian Dao Sect that was targeting the Trolls, but more than a hundred forces.
Among these forces, including the Barbarian Dao Sect, there are a total of eleven Lianxu Sects. Among them, there are many people who are strong in asking about the deficiency and overcoming the deficiency.
In the eyes of Nanman Hou, Ning Fan is more powerful. It's not powerful enough to compete with Chongxu, so naturally it doesn't dare to come to the aid of the trolls.
Naturally, he was no longer afraid of Ning Fan.
"Hmph! Even if Zhou Ming protects the troll clan, so what! We and hundreds of sects are here, and Zhou Ming alone is definitely no match for us, not to mention he will never dare to come. You three, don't even think about scaring me. Hou, go to hell!" Nanman Hou's eyes turned cold, and he pointed out with a finger. The force of the finger was divided into three directions, attacking the three statues in three directions respectively.
Jianzun, Dongxu, and Juqing were all seriously injured at this moment. How to block the finger force...
Behind the giant cage, Feng Xueyan, who had always been silent, could no longer calm down when he saw that his father was in danger of falling. He burst into tears and babbling, but no one could understand him.
She is just a little mute who can't even ask the Barbarian Sect Master to spare her father's life...
"Island owner!"
"Sword Master!"
"Clan leader!"
Countless masters from Dongxu Island, Sword Island, and the Troll Clan were all in panic, but no one could save the three deities.
boom! boom! boom!
Three fingers struck the ruins, stirring up smoke and dust that filled the sky, making it difficult to see the battle situation in the smoke.
But you don't need to think about it to know that the three seriously injured statues will definitely die if they are affected by Nanman Hou's fingering force.
"Don't worry, Jian Zun, Dongxu Zun, and Ju Zun are bound to die." The Six Flame Sect Master announced the result of the battle.
"Hmph, it's natural! I personally took action. If I can't kill you even after three and a half steps of refining the void, wouldn't my life be in vain!" Outside the smoke, Nanman Hou said disdainfully.
At the seat of Lanling Sect, King Lanling closed his eyes indifferently, indifferent to whether the three deities were dead or alive. In his eyes, no matter how strong the three deities were, they were still ants. If the ants died, what would it have to do with him?
He came to the Troll Clan just to get the Troll Slate and Feng Xueyan. He already has the six-winged slate in his hand. If he gets another troll slate, he can ask Feng Xueyan to translate the ancient slate scripture...
The ancient scriptures on two stone tablets may be enough for him to heal his wounds.
At the seat of the Guimu Clan, the Ghost Marquis sneered, "The eight immortals of the Troll Clan are really calm. The leader of the clan is about to die and they don't want to show up... Humph!"
He looked at King Lanling coldly, still not forgetting his deep hatred with King Lanling.
It's just that at this moment, Yougui Hou is also plotting against the trolls. He will not break up with King Lanling before he seizes the troll slate.
When the stone slab appears, he will settle old accounts with King Lanling!
At the seat of the Wuzong, the deputy sect leader Wu Tianzheng was looking at the ruins of the Yutai with cold eyes. He was suddenly slightly shocked when he actually received the sound transmission flying sword from the sect leader Wu Muhou. As soon as he heard the content of Feijian, his eyes were immediately frightened and his face turned pale!
"Deputy Sect Master, what happened?" Several Wuzong elders asked in confusion. As the deputy sect leader of Wu Zong, Wu Tian was an old ghost-peeping monster who was not alarmed at all changes, but he was so horrified by the contents of the Sound Transmission Flying Sword that his face turned pale.
These Wu Zong elders could not imagine what could scare Wu Tian like this.
"The sect master ordered us to evacuate the troll clan quickly... We must not wade in this muddy water, because..." Wu Tian couldn't say the second half of the sentence because he was too frightened.
Because, there is a demon who dare not disobey Wu Muhou, who is rushing to the troll tribe to stand up for the troll tribe!
On the seat of Nirvana Valley, Yuan Xiu, the Valley Master of the second realm of Golden Body, looked in the direction of the smoke and dust in the ruins of Yutai, and suddenly trembled for no reason!
That kind of trembling is the pressure from the body refining realm!
Under the smoke, something emitted a terrifying body-refining aura, which made Yuan Xiu feel instinctively afraid!
On the seat of the Red Demon Sect, the leader of the sect, the Red Demon King, looked in the direction of Marquis Nanman and licked his tongue. The energy in the body is ready to go.
Even the leader of the troll clan is dead. Now, who else in the troll clan can stop Bai Zong from snatching the stone tablet and Feng Xueyan.
"Uh, who's there!"
At the seat of the Rain Palace, there was an alchemist who had a glimpse of Xu's cultivation. Suddenly stood up. He said in surprise towards the ruins of Yutai scattered with smoke and dust.
This person is the master of the Yangtian Palace, named Zheng He, and is a peak level five alchemist.
This is Yangtian Palace. It used to be under the jurisdiction of the fourth prince of Yudian, but because the fourth prince was killed by Yuntianjue sword, Deyangtiandian lost Suixu's command.
The reason why Zheng He came to the troll tribe was not to fight for some slate, but to find Ning Fan.
He was looking for Ning Fan just because there were rumors that Ning Fan's alchemy skills were ranked eighth in the Rain Realm, but he refused to accept it!
As a fifth-level alchemist, Zheng He's perception was extremely sharp and he was the first to detect something strange in the smoke and dust of the Yutai.
On top of the ruins of Yutai. The smoke gradually dispersed, revealing three seriously injured figures, none other than the three.
Although Sword Master and others were seriously injured, they did not die under the finger of Nanman Marquis, which was beyond everyone's expectation.
"Why are these three people not dead?" Some monks from the sect asked in surprise.
"Look. What is that!" Some monks noticed the strange changes in the sky.
In the sky above the jade platform, at some point, a huge golden ancient sword appeared!
The ancient sword appeared at some point, with three people standing on the hilt and two women standing on the sword's body. Standing at the tip of the sword was a young man in white with cold eyes, his Wenxu-level spiritual thoughts spread far away.
The young man in white raised his hand lightly, and in his palm, there were three fingers!
Those three finger powers were clearly sent by Nanman Hou, and were used to attack Jian Zun and the other three.
The young man in white blocked the three fingers of Nanman Hou with one hand, and his cultivation level was naturally much higher than that of Nanman Hou.
Obviously, the reason why Sword Master and the other three people survived was precisely because of this young man's intervention.
"Who are you? You dare to stop me from killing people...Aren't you afraid of offending my hundred sects!" The Nanman Marquis relied on the presence of all the hundreds of sects and was about to question the young man. The next moment, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Because there were many Inner Sea monks around the Jade Platform, they had already recognized the identity of the person coming, and countless exclamations resounded throughout Beiliang Kingdom!
"Zhou, Zhou Ming! He is Zhou Ming! He is here, he is here!"
King Lanling, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ning Fan in disbelief, "Wenxu's momentum?! How could this ant break through Wenxu in such a short period of time? Could it be that the rumors that he suppressed the Lanjiao Clan are... Really?!"
When he met Ning Fan for the first time, he was clearly in the state of becoming a god... How long had it passed before he actually broke through Wenxu? How is this possible? !
Thinking back to the time when Emperor Yu ordered King Lanling to teach Ning Fan a lesson, King Lanling disdained Ning Fan and refused to take action...
The ant he despised actually grew to this point... How is this possible? !
Outside the ruins of Yutai, Nanman Hou could not suppress his violent heartbeat, his vest was sweating, and his hands were shaking...
"What! He is Zhou Ming?!"
He asked himself, but no one answered. There was only a sense of life and death crisis that suddenly swept through Nanman Hou's body.
The Nanman Hou raised his head timidly and met Ning Fan's cold, lightning-like gaze.
"Didn't you just say that I don't dare to come... I'm here!"
laugh!
Ning Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from the tip of the sword, and a feeling of panic immediately spread throughout Nanman Hou's body.
Nanman Marquis didn't know that Ning Fan had taken action against him, and the attack would be fatal, otherwise he wouldn't be so trembling!
The Southern Barbarians are in chaos: Madman, this is a madman! He was so bold as to kill himself in front of hundreds of sects!
Does he want to stand up for the trolls and fight hundreds of sects on his own? !
But the Southern Barbarian Marquis, who was looking at Xu Xu's cultivation, couldn't even see Ning Fan's figure...
Is this the huge difference in strength between the two?
Marquis Nanman was so frightened that his face turned pale. He hurriedly retreated and asked for help from the seat of the Red Demon Sect nearest to him.
He understands that it is absolutely impossible to save his life by himself!
"Friend Equator, save me. I am willing to give you the 'Cultivation Pill' as a gift afterwards!"
"Cultivation of the Barbaric Pill?!"
The Red Demon King, who was originally at odds with the Marquis of Nanman, jumped up and came to save the Marquis of Nanman with a sneer when he heard about the benefits.
He naturally saw Ning Fan's Wenxu aura and had heard of Ning Fan's evil reputation, but he was also Wenxu, so how could he be afraid of Ning Fan, who was also Wenxu?
He escaped from the light very quickly, but he had just escaped half way when his eyes suddenly turned into shock.
But on the Nanman Hou's retreat, Ning Fan's figure appeared like a ghost, and he slapped it with a palm.
A seemingly ordinary palm, but it has the power to move mountains and fill seas. It is completely comparable to a strike of physical cultivation in the third level of the golden body. No monk who can see the void can compete!
Nanman Hou was shocked, but he couldn't avoid the palm shadow at all, and was hit by the palm shadow all the time.
boom!
With just one palm, the void of a hundred thousand miles was shattered, the demonic energy shook the sky, but the Nanman Marquis was left with no bones left, and he died with his eyes open!
Even to the point of death, he could not believe that he, a monk who was looking at the void, would be instantly killed by Ning Fan with a single blow!
"How, how is it possible?! Even if this person is a monk Wenxu, there is no way he can kill Qiuxu casually!"
The Red Demon King realized something was wrong and wanted to retreat to his seat, but it was too late.
Ning Fan's eyes filled with murderous intent had already locked onto him.
"Want to leave? It's too late!"
He raised his hand and used the technique of fixing the sky, and countless blood lines immediately spread out from the body of the Red Demon King, fixing it in the sky.
Given the difference in cultivation between the two, once the Red Demon King was immobilized, he was completely unable to move!
"This...what kind of spell is this?! Ah!"
Before the Red Demon King had time to react, he saw Ning Fan's ghostly figure appearing in front of him. He raised his hand and slapped the Red Demon King Tianling, turning his entire body into a bloody mist.
As for the soul of the Red Demon King, Ning Fan casually captured it in his hands. He swallowed it in one gulp and chewed it alive without even searching for the soul.
hiss!
The millions of monks present all gasped and were frightened.
The moment Ning Fan appeared, he actually killed two Lianxu in a row? !
King Lanling's eyes were shocked again. Even if he killed the Red Demon King and Nanman Marquis, he would never be able to do it as easily as Ning Fan!
"Impossible! Is this mere ant stronger than me?!"
From all sides of the jade platform, the voices of several strong Void Refining experts suddenly sounded.
"Bold and crazy, you dare to kill people in front of all my sects, you are seeking death!"
In the giant cage, Feng Xueyan, who was kneeling helplessly on the ground, saw that his father was not dead and Ning Fan appeared again. Suddenly, his nose became sore and tears fell. He was silently moved in his heart.
"It's brother-in-law..."
He really came, even if he was hostile to the powerful men of hundreds of sects, he came without hesitation.
"Why are you crying? With my brother-in-law here, no one can hurt you."
boom!
Ning Fan raised his hand and smashed the giant cage with one palm. He held Feng Xueyan in one hand and stood on the sky, his eyes coldly scanning the hundreds of powerful men at his feet.
"I am here, who dares to fight with me!"
