Wow!
A coquettish bloody sword light swept out directly, and in an instant, a surge of murderous intent rose into the sky...
"Killing Sword Style!" Bai Chong stood up immediately and looked at the alluring bloody sword light in shock, "It's the second style of the virtual sword technique, the Killing Sword Style. He can actually perform the Killing Sword Style?"
"Killing Sword Style?" Shui Hanxin was also shocked. Apparently she had also heard of the prestigious Killing Sword Style, the second style of Virtual Sword Technique.
"Shui Hanxin, why don't you save your disciple quickly?" Bai Chonglian shouted.
Shui Hanxin's eyes darkened slightly, staring closely at the two sword lights on the stage that were about to collide. Then he sighed helplessly, and his figure immediately rushed out.
laugh!
On the arena, two terrifying sword lights finally collided head-on. However, this collision only took an instant to determine the winner.
"What?"
Ye Mo's eyes widened and he watched in disbelief as the strongest sword he had used was directly crushed to pieces without any room for struggle at this moment, and the coquettish bloody sword light that followed did not weaken Tai Mo. With so much power, it still slashed towards him.
An unprecedented death crisis immediately enveloped us.
At the critical moment, Shui Hanxin's figure suddenly appeared in front of him. With a wave of his hand, the alluring bloody sword light was immediately dispersed, and the arena finally became quiet.
Ye Mo clenched his teeth and stared at Jian Wushuang, feeling unwilling in his heart.
But no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice. After all, he had been defeated. He knew very well that if his master hadn't saved him with the sword just now, he would have died. The terrifying sword just now could have easily killed him. His body was torn to pieces.
Jian Wushuang, who was staring at him, was in extreme pain at the moment. His face had reached the extreme level of ferocity. The damage caused to the body by the secret technique of seizing souls was far more terrible than he imagined. This was just a moment. Once he knew kung fu, he had already reached his limit.
Buzz~~~ The secret technique of seizing souls stopped involuntarily. The surge of breath in Jian Wushuang's body also quickly subsided at this moment, directly fading to a point that was so weak that it was almost negligible. His body was already slightly Trembling, he was extremely weak at this moment.
But the unyielding feeling in his heart supported him and prevented him from falling to the ground. At the same time, he raised his eyes, and at this moment, the three-kill sword in his hand was pointed directly at Shui Han Xinyao, who was directly in front of him. Point to the past.
"If you don't accept it, you can fight again!"
The soaring sword intent suddenly erupted at this moment.
At this moment, everyone on the school grounds couldn't help but be moved. They could all see that Jian Wushuang's aura had become extremely weak, but despite this, the fighting spirit in him had never been extinguished, and the fighting spirit that burst out from him had never been extinguished. The sword intent has not weakened at all.
Shui Hanxin's face was extremely cold, but at this moment, his heart was full of helplessness.
Fight again
How can it be? What to fight with
Today is the grudge between Jian Wushuang and Jian Meng'er. After Jian Meng'er was defeated, Ye Mo took action. This was already too much. How about continuing the fight? That's not excessive, that's shameless.
She Shui Hanxin was, after all, an elder of the Tianyuan Sword Sect and a strong person at the peak of the Golden Core. Of course, it was impossible for her to be shameless.
"Meng'er." Shui Hanxin glanced at Jian Meng'er below, who was extremely pale and even looked a little dull, and said in a low voice: "From today on, you will follow me to Tianyuan Sword Sect to practice. Within three years, you will not be allowed to do anything. Take a step into Tianyuan Sword Sect, and in these three years, I will devote all my energy to teaching you."
Jian Meng'er was startled, with a rather complicated expression on her face, but then she nodded respectfully and said, "Yes." "Jian Wushuang." Shui Hanxin looked at Jian Wushuang again, his eyes cold, "Today's battle, indeed You won, but this only shows that my ability to teach disciples is limited. It does not mean that our Tianyuan Sword Sect does not have more evil disciples than you. The days are long, and in the next three years, I will try my best to teach Meng'er. Years later, I will ask her to come to you and compete with you again!"
"Three years later, will you compete with me again?" Jian Wushuang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at Jian Meng'er, but couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.
Only Jian Wushuang himself knew that since Jian Meng'er had been defeated by him in today's battle, from now on, Jian Meng'er would no longer be qualified to be his opponent. After all, what he was practicing was the Heavenly Creation Art that defied the heavens step by step. If he continued to practice, the gap between Jian Meng'er and him would only get wider and wider.
He didn't speak, didn't even look at Jian Meng'er again, but turned around and walked slowly down the ring.
"Always waiting!"
The four cold words spat out from Jian Wushuang's mouth, echoing on the school grounds. Under everyone's gaze, Jian Wushuang walked down the stage step by step. His steps were busy and heavy, as if every step he took was very difficult. But with every step he took, everyone present could clearly sense that the soaring sword intent in him became stronger and stronger at this moment.
Even in everyone's eyes, Jian Wushuang seemed to have something strange suddenly appearing on his body at this moment.
What this thing is, no one can tell.
Watching Jian Wushuang walk down the ring step by step, and then disappear from everyone's sight step by step. During the whole process, the school grounds were extremely silent. No one said a word, as if everyone was shocked by the soaring sword intent. .
And just on the roof of an attic near the school grounds, four figures stood.
The faces of these four people all looked extremely old, and the leader among them was an old man in gray robes with silver hair.
The four elders of Jiange!
Among them, the gray-robed old man at the head was clearly Mr. Hong.
Today is the day that determines the fate of Jiange. Jian Wushuang did not disappoint the four elders. It can even be said to have created a miracle. In just two months, he surpassed and defeated Jian Meng'er. This result was originally enough to All the disciples of Jiange were surprised and proud of it, and the four elders were no exception. But at this moment, the four elders stood there, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
There was no hint of joy on the four of them's old faces, but some showed deep worry.
"Brother, can you see it?" an elder asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Mr. Hong nodded slowly, his eyes focused on Jian Wushuang's back from beginning to end.
"The body and mind are exhausted, the will will not fall, the sword will soar to the sky, and it will last forever!"
"It's the awakening of the sword soul. It's the same as the Pavilion Master back then. It can't be wrong!"
Upon hearing the words "Sword Soul Awakening", the expressions of several Jiange elders became extremely solemn and solemn.
But Mr. Hong raised his head and looked at the vast sky above. The originally clear sky suddenly became dim for some unknown reason. Mr. Hong stretched out his palm to cover the sky above, and cold words slowly came out of his mouth.
"Today, things are going to change!"
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