The sword light was like rain, enveloping the entire battle platform.

The fierce wind swept through, and under Shi Hao's sword, the scattered power was sweeping in all directions. The people around him retreated again and again, for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

Everyone was sneering, and almost everyone was waiting to see Chu Yun fall under Shi Hao's sword.

Leng Qiufeng watched coldly, Lu Xuexin was expressionless, Xia Lan gloated, but Shi Hao, who came out of the sword, was full of murderous intent.

On the sword platform of Nuoda, Yang Qian was the only one, her pretty face was pale, her beautiful eyes were red, and on that delicate face, she was already full of worry.

Until Shi Hao's sword had fallen in front of Chu Yun, Yang Qian couldn't hold back any longer, the worry in her heart was so strong, and she shouted out with red eyes: "Chu Yun, get out of the way!"

That hoarse roar, almost instantly, was shattered by the cold sword qi.

In the midst of the storm, no one's roar could be heard.

Everyone only saw that somewhere on the sword platform, the young man's thin body was swallowed up in an instant by the sword rain that roamed the world.

"Brother Yun!"

"Senior Brother Chu Yun!"

At this moment, Kaige and the others from the Sword Casting Hall suddenly shouted.

Kaige was even more red-eyed and wanted to rush to the sword platform, but was stopped by the law enforcers.

The competition is important, and no one is allowed to enter at all.

The hall master of Ren Fei let out a long sigh.

He still underestimated Shi Hao. This best disciple of the Sword Immortal Hall has already mastered the mountain and river sword technique.

Chu Yun fell under this sword, and it was indeed not a shame.

It's just that Ren Fei didn't expect that they cast the Sword Hall and really became the first Sword Hall to be eliminated in the semi-finals.

Not far away, Yang Qian's parents couldn't stop nodding and smiling.

"Xiao Hao is really talented. ”

"With such a sword technique, I'm afraid it's the strongest sword in this Sword Immortal War so far. ”

At this time, Yang Qian's parents were like mothers-in-law looking at their sons-in-law, and the more they looked at them, the happier they became. The couple couldn't stop admiring.

As for Chu Yun, a mortal in the lower realm, the couple never looked into their eyes.

If it weren't for his daughter's involvement with this kind of person, a person with a humble status like this would not even be qualified to talk to them.

On the sword platform, the storm is still sweeping.

The sword light that filled the sky swept in all directions, so that everyone couldn't see the scene under the sword light clearly.

Not far away, Yang Qian was already sad and tearful, and she fell to the ground again.

She wasn't afraid that Chu Yun would fail, what she was afraid of was that Chu Yun would fall under Shi Hao's sword.

At this moment, Yang Qian actually blamed herself a little.

If it weren't for himself, Shi Hao wouldn't have killed Chu Yun.

"Senior Sister Qian'er, do you still have expectations for this waste?"

"He can't even stop me with a sword, so how can he protect you to the finals?"

"And, when my sword power dissipates, what you see is likely to be his corpse. ”

"Haha~"

Shi Hao smiled wantonly, and his face was full of arrogance.

Like a monarch standing in the world, at this moment, he got the throne and got the woman.

"Shi Hao, I'll fight with you!"

Yang Qiantong's eyes were red and she shouted angrily. Swinging his sword, he was about to slash in Shi Hao's direction.

"Senior sister, I said it, just hide behind me. ”

"This kind of clown, why do you need to take action?"

A faint laugh quietly came from behind him.

The storm had already dissipated, and at this time, everyone only saw that under the nine heavens, the figure of the young man was still standing proudly.

With a smile on his face, he looked around proudly.

What kind of power is contained in those deep pupils?

It is as if under these nine heavens, all living beings are his ministers.

"What ?!!"

"How is this possible?"

Seeing that Chu Yun was unscathed, Shi Hao's pupils suddenly shrank.

Leng Qiufeng and the others also trembled, and the smile on Xia Lanqiao's face suddenly froze.

"How is he still alive?"

"It can't be!"

"Xiao Hao's sword move is so strong, how can this nether mortal be able to withstand it?" Yang Qian's parents also changed drastically, and a pair of eyes were about to pop out.

The Sword Immortal Palace, the shocked and shocked voice, came and went.

Only the cheap laughter of triumphant songs echoed the heavens and the earth.

"Haha~"

"Brother Yun, awesome!"

"Brother Yun, take out your sword. Kill Shi Hao, this bastard, let those two old dogs over there see the majesty of our Sword Casting Hall!"

Triumphant smiled like a pen.

Yang Qian's parents' faces were even more ugly, of course they could hear that the old dog in Kaige's mouth was the two of them.

"Chu Yun~"

"Are you alright?"

While Shi Hao's face was still trembling, Yang Qian smiled with tears.

She ran over, grabbed the corner of Chu Yun's clothes, and asked with a worried face.

Chu Yun chuckled: "It's just a group of ants, how can you hurt me?"

"Senior sister, go behind me. Next, I'll show you the true majesty of the deity?"

Chu Yun laughed wildly, and the pride was gone, but it was full of anger.

He turned around abruptly, and a pair of cold eyes suddenly looked at Shi Hao in front of him: "If you have been arrogant for so long, the farce should be over!"

Rumble~

Chu Yun's words fell, and the wind swept in an instant.

At this moment, the majesty exuded from Chu Yun's body actually made everyone in the audience feel a little palpitation.

Shi Hao suppressed the shock in his heart, and glared at Chu Yun with a cold face: "Bastard boy, although I don't know how you did it, you can resist my sword without being hurt, but I never believe that you can have such good luck for a second time or a third time?"

In the midst of the cold cheers, Shi Hao drew his sword again.

The sword is like a mountain, the sword is like a river, and the sword is like rain.

The sword light in the sky swept in all directions almost instantly.

In the face of that majestic sword might, Chu Yun's expression was still calm.

He walked with his sword, as if he were strolling in the court.

He rises against the wind, and he sails against the current!

Until the last moment, I saw the young man in front of me, rising up, surging with yuan power, surging like a dragon.

He turned his hands over and covered the ground with his hands.

Between the stormy winds, a huge palm print has been condensed and formed.

Heavenly Immortal Magic, Regret the Heavenly Earthquake!