"puff-"
When his body was swept down the mountain, Murong Yi spat out blood again. If he continued to fall like this.
He is definitely going to die!
But he didn't fall...
As he fell, his figure gradually faded away, just like Xiao Feng before him, and then disappeared...
This time, the Holy Profound Continent marched into the Holy Land of the Tianxuan Continent, led by Xiao Feng and Murong Yi...
Now, although Jing Hang and his companions have not yet decided the winner, the two team leaders have been seriously injured and have left the stage in disgrace!
They came in force, but left with wounds...
Everything seemed to serve as a foil for those top geniuses outside the Tianxuan Continent...
"Won?"
“I actually won!”
All this happened in just a moment. When Murong Yi disappeared, everyone was still unable to react.
Until Murong Yi completely disappeared, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting on the second white jade chair, could no longer support himself and fell down...
Only after a loud bang did people react!
"As expected of the Tianshan Sword Sect's number one swordsman, Jian Wushuang is truly amazing!"
"People often compare Jian Wushuang, Long Wangji and the Crown Prince. Today I realized that people really underestimate Jian Wushuang."
"In my opinion, apart from Lou Qianxue who suppressed a generation of genius, Jian Wushuang is a first-rate young master, while the Crown Prince, Long Wangji and others can only be regarded as second-rate top masters..."
"Yeah, now they... shouldn't be considered on the same level!"
As everyone was talking, their eyes couldn't help but glance at the Crown Prince sitting on the eighth white jade chair.
He is also very strong.
But it is obvious that he is no longer qualified to be compared with Jian Wushuang.
Not only that, even Mu Zhanfeng, Xuehua, and Prince Yu... are much stronger than him!
"But... Jian Wushuang seems to have been seriously injured. Will he be okay?"
Some people also looked at the second white jade chair with concern.
At this moment…
Sitting on the first white jade chair, Lou Qianxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her pair of beautiful eyes that were full of brilliance.
Then, he raised his sleeves slightly, a green light flashed, and sank into Jian Wushuang's body!
The rich vitality was injected into Jian Wushuang's body, rapidly repairing the wounds in his body. He moved his body slightly, then slowly recovered his energy. He opened his eyes and saw the snow-white figure on the first white jade chair. A faint smile appeared on his lips: "Thank you, Elder."
He whispered.
Then he tried his best to sit up straight, but he did not immediately realize that the second white jade chair was for practice or recuperation. He lowered his head and looked down, his eyes fixed on the fifth white jade chair.
There is the second best swordsman of Tianshan Sword Sect, Xuehua.
Among the seven great swordsmen of the Tianshan Sword Sect, some came from prominent families while others had miserable life stories.
He, the first swordsman, and Xuehua, the second swordsman, both had rather miserable backgrounds.
He was adopted by the Tianshan Sword Sect when he was young and was named Sword Son. They have been senior and junior brothers since childhood, and the affection they have for each other growing up together is naturally incomparable to others.
It's just that he is devoted to swordsmanship and is not good at expressing himself, but there is no doubt that Xuehua is the most important person in his heart besides his master, and other fellow disciples come second.
Xuehua seemed indifferent, but he was more thoughtful than him. He was the eldest senior brother of Tianshan Sword Sect. Everyone respected him because of his cultivation, but other brothers were in awe of Xuehua because Xuehua had been teaching and guiding them...
(End of this chapter)