The dim black sword trembled slightly, this time it was not because of Xie Rou's nervousness, but because the true essence in her body had begun to spurt into the black sword sharply.
Huang Pulian's pupils also shrank sharply.
He didn't see any real energy swimming on the surface of the black sword, Xie Rou's real energy poured into the black sword directly along the hilt!
At the same time, he saw purple mist rising from the tip of the black sword.
Countless wisps of purple mist as thin as needles spewed out from the black sword tip at an astonishing speed. In just a split second, a purple mist formed in front of him, and Xie Rou's figure had disappeared directly behind the purple mist.
A sharp shout came out of his mouth.
The Qiyao Sword in his hand was still lying across his chest, stretched forward and pushed out.
The seven dazzling lights on the sword were connected together, forming a moving wall of light in front of him.
This is the famous defensive sword style "Hengshan Duan" of Tieping Sword Academy.
When Xie Rou's true energy poured directly into the black sword, he was sure that the black sword in the opponent's hand was not a standard hundred-refined steel sword at all, and it must be an astonishingly famous sword.
Without knowing the amazing effect of the sword in Xie Rou's hand, he naturally took a safe defensive position.
Zi Wu was powerless, and was instantly scattered by his horizontal sword, and Xie Rou's figure appeared in his sight again.
However, at the same time, a ray of sweet fragrance rushed straight into his mind, causing his mind to sink suddenly.
"poison!"
Huang Pulian reacted in an instant, and yelled again extremely hastily, ejecting all the inhaled air in the chest cavity through this yell and the squeeze of true essence.
At the same time, the golden long sword exuding dazzling light in his hand slashed forward without a pause with an indomitable aura.
The air in front of him shook with a bang, followed by a roar, as if suddenly there were several warriors in front of his sword body, carrying a huge pillar and striking towards Xie Rou.
This is the "Lei Shan Style" of the Tieping Sword Academy. It is not the most exquisite and ruthless sword style in the Tieping Sword Academy, but it is definitely one of the most vigorous and tyrannical sword styles.
No matter what kind of poison is contained in the purple mist, he still has the confidence to defeat Xie Rou before the poison is released.
Xie Rou's face was slightly pale, and the dull black sword in her hand swung out, but instead of facing forward, it swept backward.
Following the swirling and slashing momentum of this sword, her body flew backwards like a finch.
Unexpected lights flashed in the eyes of many selected students.
Except for this sword in Xie Rou's hand, they began to find that Xie Rou was not as weak as they thought. At this time, this move "Yanxiang Slash" was originally used for a quick attack, but now it is used by her to flee backwards, which is extremely delicate. Most of them can't react faster and do it well. better.
However, in the eyes of most people, it is still impossible for Xie Rou to win.
Because Huang Pulian's changes are also extremely fast.
"Hiss!" There was a crackling sound.
The roar in everyone's ears has not disappeared, and the sound of tearing cloth has already sounded in the air.
Huang Pulian's head was raised high, and the sword in his hand turned into a slash.
A crimson sword flame separated from his sword body, flew upwards and flew out, and landed on Xie Rou's body who had just been flying backwards.
This sword flame looks like a fire cloud, and the name of the sword style is "fire cloud", the sword intent stretches across the sky, even if Xie Rou has wings, it is too late to dodge at this moment.
Xie Rou had no choice but to accept it hard.
Looking at such a picture, Zhang Yi was so nervous that she stopped breathing completely.
He felt that Huang Pulian was really strong, and if he was in Xie Rou's situation, he might not be able to withstand this sword.
There was a lot of wind and rain, followed by thunder.
In everyone's eyes, Xie Rou didn't care about her falling body, her body was falling freely, but the sword in her hand slashed dozens of swords forward like crazy in an instant.
The crazily spurting sword energy swirled the vitality of the heavens and the earth to form a wind and rain, and then streaks of purple thunder appeared in the wind and rain.
The shock in the eyes of many onlookers was even stronger.
This is the Guanshan Fenglei Sword Style in Guanzhong.
This sword is very strong.
Especially the momentum is very strong.
They never thought that a girl like Xie Rou could display such a sword intent like so many big men in Guanzhong.
Huang Pulian never thought of it.
However, he didn't think he would lose.
Thinking of Geng Ren's previous warning, he took a deep breath, and while preventing his true energy from going berserk completely, he poured out another wave of true energy into the Seven Luminaries Sword in his hand.
chi chi chi chi...
Intensive stabbing sounds sounded.
Wind and rain have officially met Huoshaoyun.
There was a muffled bang.
In just a split second, all the wind, rain and thunder collapsed, and Xie Rou's body, which was in free fall, swung upwards, and then flew backwards in a strange posture like a kite with a broken string.
The breathing of many people in the arena had completely stopped. Many people squinted their eyes and looked at the body of Xie Rou who was flying upside down, thinking about how Huang Pulian should end the battle.
However, at this moment, Huang Pulian's body that was advancing forcefully stopped abruptly.
The ground under his feet was already moistened by fine raindrops, but as he stopped suddenly, two circles of dust exploded under his feet.
There was another scream from his mouth.
This time the howling sound was full of strong shock.
Among the crimson sword flames scattered in front of him, scattered raindrops and fine lightning, there are hundreds of black thin lights shooting towards him!
At this time, only he had the time to notice these thin needle-like black lights, and only he could perceive clearly that these thin lights still came from the tip of Xie Rou's sword.
These thin black lights came from the inside of the black sword in Xie Rou's hand, and with the violent gushing of her true essence, it naturally flew out with the momentum of the sword!
The most important thing was that these thin black lights exuded a more intense sweet and fishy smell, which blurred his pupils just at this moment.
As the two circles of dust exploded under his feet, his right wrist holding the sword turned extremely softly, and his entire arm swung rapidly as if drawing a circle.
Jian Guang spun and expanded in front of him.
The blazing golden sword light formed an open umbrella in front of him.
"What kind of sword style is this?"
One of the chosen students cried out in shock.
This is obviously a more amazing defensive sword style than "Hengshan Duan", but he has never even heard of it. It should be one of the secret swords of Tieping Sword Academy.
The oncoming black thin light was blocked by Huang Pulian's sword.
However, Huang Pulian, who was standing there, turned pale suddenly.
A stream of black air flowed along the sword in his hand, to his hilt in an instant, and then to his hand.
A feeling of weakness quickly appeared in his body, as if he hadn't eaten for many days, and then his eyes were completely blurred.
He was out of sight.
A muffled sound of "Peng" sounded in front of him.
He knew it was Xie Rou's falling to the ground.
He raised his hand vigorously, wanting to throw the sword at this moment, turning the sword into a shooting star.
However, his strength seemed to be emptied all of a sudden. When he raised his hand, he already felt that his sword could not be thrown in front of Xie Rou.
"How can it be!"
What was left of his strength melted into a cry of disbelief.
The Qiyao Sword in his hand dimmed sharply and fell to the ground.
His whole body fell forward feebly and fell to his knees.
"What kind of sword is this?"
Many exclamations sounded at the same time.
Among the people who spoke out, some were even the commanders who watched the battle.
Everyone has fully seen that Xie Rou's sword contains amazing poison. The tip of her dull black sword is densely covered with many small holes that emit poison.
What made them extremely puzzled was that since the poison contained in this sword was so terrifying, Xie Rou should also be poisoned by it.
In such a collision of vitality, such poisonous vitality should permeate her body at the same time.
However, at this time, Xie Rou, who fell to the ground, had already stood up.
Her whole body was still trembling, but her figure made many people feel palpitations.
"Poisonous Dragon Chan! It's Poisonous Dragon Chan!"
A scream came from nowhere, but just by hearing the sound, one could clearly feel that this person was full of fear.
"Poison Dragon Chan!"
"It turned out to be...!"
The teachers and selected students of many practice places gasped at the same time, their bodies stiffened suddenly.
"Finally someone recognized this sword."
Jing Liuli in the shed sneered and said coldly.
Tantai Guanjian turned his head with some emotion, and looked at Ding Ning who was trapped in the dusk.
This sword is a legend.
It used to be the sword of Lian Ji, the strongest practitioner in the previous generation of the Zhao Dynasty.
In the seemingly plain black iron sword body, there is actually a pill crystal taken from the body of a real poisonous dragon embedded in it. With the strength of the true essence, different toxins will ooze out from the pill crystal, but the hilt of this sword is made of yellow dragon horn, which can easily remove the threat of these toxins.
In the battle between the Qin and Zhao dynasties in the previous generation, this sword once killed tens of thousands of Qin soldiers.
It's just because it was an old thing decades ago, so this sword has long since disappeared from the sight of practitioners in the world with the passing of its owner, and few people know it.
But this boy from the wine shop, he just remembered.
Could he know that this sword belonged to Zhao Kuo, the guard of Chengping Pass of the Zhao Dynasty after Lian Ji's death, and finally returned to Jianzong Jian Valley of Minshan after Chengping Pass was breached by the Qin army
"Won… "
Zhang Yi looked at Xie Rou who was standing with a sword, and couldn't believe it for a while.
But while he was trembling, he began to understand why Xie Rou was able to pass the previous level more easily than most of the selected students present.