Yan Buhui became paler and paler due to excessive blood loss, and he half-kneeled on the ground, obviously no longer fighting.
"Admit defeat," Xu Ren stepped forward and kicked Yan Bugui.
Yan Buhui's body slammed into the iron chain next to him, and the two long swords in his hand fell off at the same time.
Xu Ren stepped forward, stepped on Yan Buhui's long sword, then bent down to pick up his own long sword.
It is not allowed to hurt the opponent's life in the outer sect competition, although there is uncertainty in the competition and there will be occasional mistakes.
But in the current situation, Yan Buhui no longer had the strength to resist, so Xu Ren naturally didn't want to kill him.
What's more, there are elders from the outer sect watching over him.
Seeing his long sword being stepped on by Xu Ren, Yan Buhui's eyes were red, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he rushed towards Xu Ren.
Xu Ren was taken aback by the opponent's posture, and subconsciously took two steps back.
Yan Buhui picked up his long sword and gently wiped the footprints on the blade.
"What is this guy doing?" The disciples below whispered, as if they didn't understand what he was doing.
For Yan Buhui, there is one person and one thing in his life that he cannot live up to.
One person is his own mother, and he does not allow anyone to slander her.
His mother died of illness when he was young, but in fact it was not a serious illness. For a big family like the Huang family, it is obvious that a pill can cure it.
But those people just defaulted to not caring about anything. At that time, he was only seven years old, and he saw his mother leave just like that.
At that time, he swore that he would become a master and destroy the entire Huang family to seek justice for his mother.
As for one thing, it was his own sword. After his mother passed away, this sword became his only reliance.
He has no friends, and he doesn't need those bullshit family relationships. The only thing that accompanies him is this sword.
This sword is not only like a brother and a good friend, every time he holds the hilt, he is full of infinite hope and confidence.
That is his own power.
But now, this sword was stepped on by others.
The blood on his body was still flowing, even the whole sword was covered with blood.
The blood red looks shocking, Yan Buhui can clearly feel his head dizzy, and his vision is also a little bit blurred.
Yan Buhui lay slowly on the competition stage, his ears were ringing, and the surrounding voices also began to become noisy.
"That's all, rubbish, trash," he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the disdainful comments of those around him.
With the mournful cry of the long sword, Yan Buhui could feel the emotion of his own sword.
When he was very young, he could feel the emotions of his sword, but when he grew up, he realized that it was because he had unintentionally activated the spirituality of the weapon.
... ...
His vision became more and more blurred, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.
Yan Buhui just looked at the mourning long sword so calmly, he could feel the loss of his vitality.
He suddenly remembered a lot, and from the first day he got the sword, he couldn't put it down.
Especially after his mother left, he slept with his sword in his arms every day, almost never leaving his body.
They have been together for countless years,
And spent countless days and nights,
We watched the moon together, laughed together, and grew up together.
He also poured out all his heart to the sword.
...
"Hun Dan, he is not a cold-blooded weapon, but my good brother, how could he be trampled underfoot!"
There was a relieved smile on the corner of Yan Buhui's mouth, he thought of the days when the night was long and the sword was his only companion.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a ray of light rushing straight from the back of his spine to his mind, and he was stunned.
"What exactly is a sword?"
Thunder exploded in his heart, Yan Buhui's mind went blank, never in his life was he so clear at this moment.
The sight in front of him seemed to have turned into a gray fog, and the rumbling sound was endless, and the sword light intertwined countless streaks in his mind.
"I ride the wind to the nine skies,
Carrying a three-foot Longquan sword! "
In the outside world, the long sword began to tremble slightly, and wisps of sword energy permeated his whole body.
When the sword energy entangled, the thunder exploded, and the mist dissipated, Yan Buhui also slowly stood up.
Everything has its own momentum, whether it is flowers, trees, or heroes, everything in the world has its own momentum.
And the sword also has its own sword momentum. When the momentum is condensed and the sight in front of him is unprecedentedly clear, Yan Buhui seems to see something different.
"meaning,
That is sword intent. "
... ...
"Is this the end?" the disciples below whispered.
"The newcomer doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, let him know that this outer door is not a place where he can be free and unrestrained."
"Dare to challenge Senior Brother Xu Ren, I thought he was capable."
"It's nothing special, I've already expected this ending."
Seeing Yan Buhui's appearance like a dead dog, Xu Ren shook his head secretly, and was about to kick him off the stage to end the competition.
The gap in realm is not so easy to bridge. He was also a genius when he was young, and he showed his sharpness when he first entered the Holy Sect.
But the most indispensable thing in this world is Tianjiao. The real strong must have a heart of awe, and the one who can go to the end is the real winner.
At this moment, I saw a sword Qi coming towards Xu Ren.
Xu Ren was taken aback for a moment, turned to one side, slightly avoided the attack of the sword energy, and looked forward.
I saw countless scalp-numbing sword qi entangled around Yan Buhui, and the dying young man picked up the long sword and struggled to stand up.
Yan Buhui only felt that there was a heroic ambition in his heart to slay demons between heaven and earth.
His pupils shrank, and a gust of cool air was sucked into the back of his head from the back of his spine, and the spiritual light exploded in his thoughts like fireworks.
The sword force dissipated, and the seeds full of meaning were planted in his heart. His aura became stronger and stronger, and he had the aura that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.
The long sword was whistling cheerfully in his hand, and countless sword intents enveloped the entire martial arts arena like overwhelming mountains and seas. He opened his eyes slightly, and endless sword energy was refined and burst out.
"This, this is?" Xu Ren's complexion changed, and he took two steps back subconsciously, looking at the endless sword energy floating in the sky.
Yan Buhui swung the long sword slowly, and countless sword qi seemed to find an outlet, and all of them flew towards Xu Ren.
Seeing the scene where the martial arts arena was fully occupied, like a sword prison, Xu Ren knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he quickly raised his sword to meet him.
"Clang" sounded, sparks flew from the long sword, Xu Ren only felt his hands go numb from the shock.
His face was horrified, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead. There was obviously a gap of several small realms between the two of them, but this was just a sword energy and he could barely catch it.