Chapter Ninety-One: A Sword

The distance between the hook and her is not more than a foot.

Gu Xizhan's expression was even lighter, and with a turn of her wrist, a purple thunder loomed in her palm, and instantly climbed up to the sword body, she raised her hand, and a sword stabbed out, and the purple thunder was mixed with the sword qi spit out from the tip of the sword, and it looked like her sword had grown an inch from a distance.

Her upper body leaned forward slightly, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether the sword was carrying her or whether she stabbed the sword.

"Oh my God, what does she want to do? Don't you want to die!", the bystander suddenly exclaimed, just because Gu Xizhan not only did not retreat to avoid the hook, but took a step forward.

The hook was close in sight, and the tip of the sword was even at the tip of the chain.

"Boom!", the sword qi and the chain collided violently, and the chain that had been infused with spiritual power suddenly trembled, and the sword qi did not change at all.

Li An's right arm shook violently, his face was as white as paper, and he looked at the sword with a shocked face.

The momentum of this sword was like a rainbow, almost interrupting the operation of his spiritual power, and the overwhelming pressure made him shrink unconsciously, but he still held on to prevent himself from retreating, his eyes were red, and his face was full of hideousness.

The next moment, the purple light flowed, and the long sword advanced again!

The first inch.

The chain began to shake violently, like a dehydrated fish, struggling to return to the stream, but soon it went limp, "pop-", and suddenly fell from the air on the jousting platform, bending a few soft arcs, and there was no trace of momentum.

The hook was only three fingers away from Gu Xizhan's heart, but it was shattered in an instant, and a little bit of golden red light drifted away with the wind.

Li An grabbed his right arm suddenly, his wrist was weakly put down, the red blood slid down his fingertips, and a little red plum blossomed on the ground.

The hideousness on his face had turned into horror, and in just an inch, the spiritual connection between him and the chains was completely broken.

Second inch.

"Click-", a small hole appeared where the tip of the sword was pointing, and the next moment, dense cracks filled the entire spiritual power cover, just like the moment the glass was broken.

"Hiss......", Li An took a step back, and the sword qi soared, rushing in from the small hole, and he was about to poke a hole in him.

No, it won't, he still has that......

"Bang!", the explosion interrupted his train of thought, and at this moment, the spiritual power shield finally couldn't hold on, starting from the small hole, falling apart.

A feeling of suffocation swept over, Li An's face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, the spiritual power shield was broken, and he was inevitably counterattacked.

This can't be done, let alone fighting, under Gu Xizhan's momentum, he can't even move, and the initial opportunity has already been wiped out in these two inches.

In the midst of lightning, he finally made up his mind and said loudly: "I admit ......"

The third inch.

The sword qi had reached the chest, and a wave of vigor swept over almost instantly, and the words that had not been finished before had no chance to be spoken.

A bright light lit up on Ang Lee's body, and something showed its shape, slowly reviving.

It was a handkerchief.

Plain white, soft, but the size of a square inch, but it blocked the long sword, and the center of the handkerchief was dented by the long sword, but it was not damaged.

Li An looked down at the sword qi that was blocked by the finger of his chest by the handkerchief, and he almost screamed.

Great! He almost couldn't wait to play the trick, and the middle of the handkerchief slowly bulged up like a semicircle, and the tip of the sword was on the point where it was most protruding, and it seemed to slide outward.

From beginning to end, Gu Xizhan's expression did not change at all, even if there was a sudden change at this time, she didn't have any expression, but she took another step forward and stepped on the chain.

Fourth inch.

The long sword, which still showed some signs of sliding, was stabilized again, and its momentum was stronger, and the handkerchief that was hard pressed went back in, and the light on the handkerchief dimmed, and it actually retreated a finger.

"Bang!", the tip of the sword finally bumped into Li An through the handkerchief, and he flew out quickly upside down like a reef beaten by a huge wave under this force, and slammed into the nearest viewing platform, where the people who were originally sitting saw that the situation was not good, and had already slipped away when he flew over.

"Poof!", he slid down the viewing platform and fell to the ground, his internal organs were in severe pain, and almost at the moment he touched the ground, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then wilted.

Behind him, there was a long streak of blood, which was particularly glaring on the snow-white viewing platform.

There was no sound around!

One sword, two steps, four inches, Li An, who was also in the early stage of Jindan, lost like this.

After the strange silence, everyone suddenly became noisy, or fear, or worship, or warlike eyes fell on the nun on the stage, eagerly as if to pierce her.

Gu Xizhan withdrew her sword, grabbed it out of thin air with her left hand, picked up the chain under her feet, and walked to the edge of the competition platform.

She threw the chain back to Ang Lee, bowed slightly, "Accept." ”

Li An put away the chain that was a little cracked and sighed, "Thank you, Daoyou." ”

The referee finally reacted, "Winner, Ling Xiao Sword Sect Gu Xizhan!"

Really won...... The uproar was louder.

Hearing this, he opened the fan to block half of his face, and his eyelashes were curled up like a curtain, covering all the emotions in his eyes, and his elegantly shaped thin lips unceremoniously pulled out a sarcastic arc.

He sneered suddenly, and his tone was cold, "Disciple Ling Xiao? It's just a sanctimonious person.

Seeing Gu Xizhan jump onto the viewing platform again and sit next to the male cultivator who came with her, the ridicule in Bai Wuyi's eyes became more and more intense.

seems to be righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact, I am afraid that it is several times dirtier than that, the place where he worked so hard to climb out back then!

Background, sect, talent, there is no shortage, but they are still greedy and don't know how to be satisfied, how similar is it to those people. Really, just looking at it is enough to be disgusting.

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Gu Xizhan didn't know that someone had hated herself to the point of no return, she had just finished polishing her sword at the moment, and when she turned her head, she found that someone had been staring at her for a long time.

Seeing that she was done, Xie Ke groaned, but still asked, "Uncle Gu, you just ......", he stopped, a little unsure of the description.

As soon as he spoke, Gu Xizhan knew what he wanted to ask, so he continued his words, "That's the way, my sword way." ”

"My way is to break. ”

He subconsciously said his feelings, "Whoever stands in the way, a sword will break it?"

Gu Xizhan nodded, and then explained the question, "The Great Dao is three thousand, and the same is true for the Dao of the Swords, different people, different Dao. ”

"Your way is wonderful, but it is not my way. ”

"Sword cultivators, from the sword momentum, sword intent, and even the sword qi transformation, and even the most basic sword moves, are inseparable from the Dao. ”

She frowned slightly, and suddenly she didn't know how to explain what the Tao was, there were too many descriptions of the Tao in the books she had read since childhood, but those were other people's understandings after all.

In the end, her tone was slow and word by word, "For me, the Tao is a posture of going down the road of seeking immortals, and all the difficulties and dangers are broken with one sword. ”

"What is the Tao to you?"