This move, the Bafang Thunder Pool, is already one of the top swordsmanship of the Spirit Sword Sect, and only the sect master himself or the sect master's descendants are qualified to cultivate, so it is extremely powerful and unstoppable, and can even be used to imprison and kill immortals.

Li Duzhu forced Bai Jian to use this sword technique, and to some extent, he had already won Bai Jian, and in his opinion, the other party was not so much trying to defeat him, but rather wanting to burn a piece of jade with him, in order to maintain the last dignity of the Spirit Sword Sect.

The silent clouds once again spit out a dazzling and tragic electric light, and the black clouds at this time resembled a herd of galloping and roaring wild horses. Layers spread across the sky and gathered thicker and thicker, and the wind in the sky howled like hell, and each lightning bolt was the size of a pillar, and it could turn him directly into a smear of ashes when it hit an ordinary person.

Li Duzhu, who was holding a sword in one hand, seemed to be waiting for the curse to come, but he was still indifferent.

At this moment, Li Duzun saw the woman who was also from the Qinglian Sword Sect as him, and she sat in the audience staring at him, her lips twitching and her face pale.

The person who draws the sword, once hesitates, he will be defeated, this is what the master told him.

It is better to take it in the straight than to seek it in the song.

This is the way of the sword of my Li Duzun.

Bolts as thick as pillars of lightning swung like yellow swords in the black oppressive sky, surrounded by a hazy white mist, adding an unknown sense of depression to the surrounding tragic atmosphere.

The white marks in the white mist stared at the young man of the Sword Sect who was naked and raised his eyes to look at the thunder, and an unusually violent disgust surged in his heart, and he hissed, "You go to die!"

A sword swing down.

Eight heavenly thunderbolts as thick as hugging trees broke through the sea of clouds and rolled straight down, turning into a dense thunder net covering Li Duzhun, and the thunder rumbled like an explosion, shaking the audience in the venue to their ears and tingling.

Heaven and earth are extinguished, and the eight directions are thunder pools.

Almost at the same moment, the "Lotus Heart" in Li Duzhun's hand swung out an extremely full sword circle, the sword arc was blue and shiny, it looked like a full moon, but the cyan sword qi escaped from the edge of the sword circle, and he was standing in the center of this sword circle.

Everyone in the audience subconsciously held their breath and witnessed this visually striking scene, like watching a mayfly try to push a tree.

The sword circle slowly spun up, rolling the thunder net at an astonishing speed, setting off a storm of thunder and lightning, changing the direction of the wind speed flow on the entire Dragon and Tiger Mountain in an instant, and the leaves and gravel were all swept up by the wind, revolving around this thunder and lightning storm.

Everyone was tugging at the handles of their chairs, lest this natural disaster reach their heads, and the jagged lightning occasionally collided with the black clouds, which was terrifying.

And at the bottom of this thunderstorm and lightning storm, a navy blue lotus flower slowly stretched its petals, and Li Duzhu's sword in the center of the lotus was awe-inspiring, and under the illumination of lightning, a dazzling sword light radiated from his body.

"This ...... He really blocked these eight heavenly thunders. At this moment, Chu Xianzhao couldn't believe the scene in front of him

In the past, he also carried the heavenly thunder with his own hands, but that was what he dared to do under the premise that he had the king's breath, and now Li Duzhu is doing what he has done, and he only relies on the sword qi generated by the rapid sword to block this rolling heavenly thunder that flies straight down.

His sword aura caused the heavenly thunder to change its original trajectory, like a slender yellow snake dancing in front of him, and like ripples on the surface of a transparent lake, thunder and lightning rose one after another, which was spectacular.

Li Duzun's sword speed is indeed very fast, and the trajectory of the sword qi is also very straight, and every time he comes out of the sword, there is a buzzing sound, like a beauty playing the piano

According to many people's guesses, he will be crushed to pieces under this thunderstorm, and he will be destroyed along with the sword in his hand.

But what was incredible was that in the space that was crossed by his sword qi, a channel appeared that seemed to be nothing, as if the root veins in the cyan lotus flower were flourishing at this time.

Under the traction of Li Duzun's qi machine, the sword circle suddenly contracted, pulling these heavenly thunders into these passages, the heavenly thunders advancing in the passages did not burst open, and a layer of boundaries could be clearly seen at the edge of the contact between the heavenly thunder and the sword circle, and the crackling yellow thunder and light cyan sword qi slowly swam on the border, with a natural beauty.

The audience was boiling, how could they use sword qi to form a transparent aisle in mid-air?

There was only one possibility, and when his sword qi trajectory was about to dissipate, it changed direction at a seemingly incredible angle, pulling the eight heavenly thunders in a circle.

Dare to ask what kind of swordsmanship in the world can do this?

The cyan sword qi rushed into the sky, as if the water of the rivers was standing, and the heavenly thunder was also guided up by the sword qi, and finally went straight to the sky.

You must know that the trajectory of the sword qi after the swordsman comes out of the sword is straight and straight, and it is as difficult as pouring water to collect the cup if you want to change the direction of the sword qi at the last moment, but there is indeed a sword technique in the world that can change the direction of the sword qi at the last moment when the sword qi travels.

"Sword of the River!"

Guan Ju's exclamation sounded in Chu Xianzhao's ears, and she watched blankly as Li Duzhu's sword qi led the heavenly thunder to the heavenly dome again, and she was so surprised that she couldn't say a word.

The audience was dumbfounded, they didn't expect that the swordsmanship of this Qinglian Sword Sect actually had such a heavenly ability.

This heavenly thunder, which was enough to cut off the river and burn the mountain, was actually led back into the sky by Li Duzun with his sword qi neatly, so that the sky that was originally covered with dark clouds was instantly dyed with a faint layer of yellow, as if it was shrouded in a yellow thunder net.

Li Duzun quickly drew his sword, heartily, and laughed: "It is said that the water of the great river comes from the sky, and I, Li Duzhun, will bring the water of this thunder pool back to the sky today, what tricks do you still have!"

Even if he dies, he will take him to Huangquan together!

This crazy thought flashed in the white mark, he completely ignored the danger of being killed by the heavenly thunder, raised his long sword and attracted the heavenly thunder to his sword, and the sword body burst out with lightning and lightning, like a dazzling scorching sun rising!

Behind the white mark, a deafening thunder slashed down in a dull manner, and like a violently flailing rattan whip tore the sky into light marks, like a giant beast grinning with its bloody mouth open, about to devour all things.

Li Duzhu staggered up with one foot on the ground, and the whole person turned into a cyan comet, and the last sword was handed out!

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"Die, die!" "Die to me!" Whitemark swung the sword of heavenly thunder straight down with a hideous face, as if to cut through the world under his eyes.

Almost at the same moment, his arm was severed by a sword.

Before Bai Jian could show his incredulous gaze, the huge thunder sword instantly collapsed after losing the traction of the qi engine, and a thunder and lightning frenzy of hundreds of feet rolled up around Bai Zhen, and then contracted violently, as if the sun was rising in the east.

For a moment, everyone in the audience couldn't see anything, and then a series of dull thunders sounded in their ears, and when their vision was clear again, the sea of clouds above the entire Ten Thousand Laws Sect Altar was stirred up, as if it were in tatters.

With a roaring sound of breaking the sky, the audience looked up and saw a small white dot falling to the ground.

The crowd in the audience watched as a sword slammed into the arena before the small white dot fell to the ground with a low vibrating.

There was a dead silence in the altar of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect, and many people, including the participants, opened their mouths wide and did not speak for a long time.

After the dust cleared, the white marks bled and one arm was broken, and I don't know how many bones were broken.

From the moment he landed on all fours, he had already lost.

The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain hurriedly rushed into the martial arts arena with a stretcher, intending to send him to the infirmary for rescue.

Bai Jian's sword path in this life has been squandered by his earth-shattering actions today, even if he can survive this time, I'm afraid he can only be a waste person who can't cultivate the sword, if so, he would rather die.

He stared at the sky with a blank look of pain, anger burning like wildfire in his eyes, tears pouring out of his eyes.

He didn't understand, didn't understand why he was losing to him?

I don't understand how his sword can be so fast, so fast that it seems to be able to cut through time, how can a mere thunder sword hit him?

If he hadn't come down the mountain in the first place, he would still be the best young man in the Spirit Sword Sect now, not this useless person lying here unable to move, unable to even do something as simple as standing up.

He stared at the handful of green black in front of his eyes, and wanted to hold it again, but he couldn't do so, so he could only stare at it, like a wasted man who couldn't ask for it.

Until a bloodied hand grasped his sword of love, pulled it out of the ground tremblingly, and then raised it high.

It was Li Duzhun's hand.

"What a good sword...... If you don't mind, then I'll take it. ”

Li Duzun glanced at the white marks covered in blood, and said with a mocking smile: "So the next time you take out the sword, don't be so slow." ”

Finally, he took the green black, saluted all the spectators, and strode away.

Before going on stage, he brought only a sword.

After stepping down, he took two swords with him.

As for the woman in green shirt who accompanied him to participate in the lift, she was relieved to see Li Duzhun safe and sound.

Li Duzhu is a very talkative person, but he doesn't like to talk nonsense with those who are not familiar with him, and he prefers to use the sword to talk to strangers, and he also likes to use the sword to silence the other party, and even never speak.

This time he did not take the life of his opponent, but his sword.

One sword for one life, it's worth it.

In the Wanfa Sect Altar, the audience erupted in cheers behind him, and even more bold women shouted to marry him, and the scene boiled again.

Li Duzhu turned around, laughed out a mouthful of small white teeth, brushed his hair with one hand, and then said loudly: "Why are you shouting so loudly?

Long Fusheng looked at Li Duzhu's figure, the corners of his mouth pressed down, his eyes were indifferent, and from now on he had another thorn in his eye.

Guan Ju was thoughtful, and there was a lot of confusion about the level of swordsmanship shown by Li Duzun.

Chu Xuanzhao's gaze couldn't take his eyes off Li Duzun for a long time, and there was a faint smile on his face.

What a young sword immortal.

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After the competition between Li Duzun and Bai Zhen, the second round of martial arts is officially over, and among the remaining 170 people, there are rare young powerhouses like Long Fusheng, Li Duzun, and Zhang Huairou, as well as many new faces who are not obvious, such as Bai Chonglou, who is extremely low-key from Wudang Mountain, and Guan Ju, who has the highest odds except Chu Xianzhao, who knows her true identity.

Among them, the most surprising thing is Chu Xuanzhao.

Up to now, he has not been eliminated from the mountain without showing any force in front of the participants, this kind of thing is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it seems particularly magical.

"That's not right, why hasn't he been eliminated yet, why should this guy stay?"

The list of martial artists selected for the third round was posted outside the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and this list was also copied by Zhang Changsheng and pasted next to the gambling list.

By this time, the sun had set, and the warm yellow light fell on the list posted on the red wall, and also on the noisy people who surrounded the gambling list.

These hundreds of people all pointed to a name on the list, their emotions were extremely angry, and they were all saying the same thing, this matter was that Chu Xianzhao defeated Qi Xuanbin again, and won without a fight just like the first one.

Now these hundreds of people undoubtedly regard him as a thorn in the flesh, the reason why there is such an emotion is purely because Chu Xianzhao's amazing odds have made many of them lose all their money, and they are very puzzled why Qi Xuanbin directly abstained without even fighting?

Because Chu Xianzhao won the first competition by playing tricks, many people here had a vague understanding of him, thinking that he was just an embroidered pillow that he didn't like, and no one believed that he could continue to win.

But Zhang Changsheng relied on his keen intuition to adjust Chu Xuanzhao's odds very high, believing that he would defeat Qi Xuanbin for no reason, but he really won, and he still won without a fight like in the first set, and finally made her make a lot of money, and she couldn't stop laughing.

Then she was seen by Zhang Xuande passing by that she was setting up a stall here to gamble, so frightened that she thought about smearing oil on the soles of her feet and running away, but her father was caught and cleaned up fiercely.

She wanted to cry without tears, she could only watch her father send someone to take away her gambling stalls, and all the money earned by her father was confiscated as sesame oil money, which was used to repair the archway under Longhu Mountain.

In the Shen family's manor, in that quiet back garden.

The eldest lady of the Shen family put down the teacup in her hand, and after hearing the news that the next person reported to her, her eyes that were originally slightly closed suddenly opened, and her eyes lit up and asked, "Really? Tang Huang's kid actually won two sets to enter the third round of martial arts?"

The subordinate who had just returned from Longhu Mountain reported in a low voice and said, "It's true, the list has been posted in front of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and there is indeed the name of the young master on it. ”

The eldest lady was so shocked by the words of the subordinate that she had nothing to say, and even a little crying and laughing, thinking that this kid had wasted so much effort to eradicate Wei Jing and regain all the power of the firm, and the position of the president of the firm had not been sitting for a few days, but he went to participate in the martial arts event again.

As Shen Sanqian's nominal illegitimate son, now he really slapped all the young martial artists in the South Continent in the face, who would have thought that the Shen family firm, which has always been famous for its financial resources, could actually produce martial arts talents.

She looked down at the cup of fragrant tea that was still emitting heat, and suddenly remembered the scene when she saw Chu Xianzhao here for the first time last winter.

He spoke politely and politely to himself, but his eyes were evasive, like a little beast that deliberately put away its minions in front of him.

Time flies so fast, she can't imagine that the child, whose hair is like a twilight old man, actually ran to participate in the martial arts, and won the second round of the competition, it seems that miracles always appear on him, as if there is an immortal standing behind him.

If he continues at such a pace, wouldn't it be possible for him to enter the top ten again, or even go further?

The eldest lady suddenly said: "Send someone to tell the casino managers under the trading house and ask them to adjust the young master's odds to one hundred to one." ”

This personal subordinate was suddenly stunned, and his voice was full of puzzlement: "If the young master continues to win...... We're going to have to lose a lot of money to get out, it's not worth it."

The eldest lady looked at the sunset city in the twilight, and said in an indifferent tone: "Money is always taken from the people for the people, and the money lost will eventually return to the Shen family's bank, so I don't care about the loss at all." The reason why I did this was to let those who bet on him lose all the money, and those who bet on him to win made a lot of money, and told everyone in Luoyang City what the Shen family had a son with, and the pearls were inlaid with jade. ”

The personal subordinates repeatedly said yes.

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On the top of the immortals of Longhu Mountain, there is a beautiful woman with two swords hanging from her waist to the top, and there is an incomparably bright star above her head.

The stars hang in the north, dazzling.

Hu Shi quietly appeared behind this noble woman, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, Tang Huang has won again." ”

Zhao Xi was combing his hair with the rosewood comb at this time, and the teeth of the comb were sliding the green silk, making a beautiful rustling sound.

After hearing this, her fingers stopped slightly, so the comb also stayed between her hair, so that people could not see the difference between the comb and the green silk.

She was stunned for a moment, and after coming back to her senses, she said in a self-deprecating tone: "The disciples taught by Guan Changye himself, the disciples taught by the palace himself, why can't they win?"

After all, this kid is a little promising, and it can be regarded as not wasting her teachings these days, Zhao Xi's heart is suddenly a little relieved.

Twenty years ago, she left the cold palace in a red dress with two swords, and chose to step into the rivers and lakes full of fireworks, and she was gone for ten years.

In the past ten years, she met Guan Changye, traveled all over the world with him, and finally the two gave birth to a lovely daughter.

When she lived in Xilin, in the dead of night, Guan Changye would sit on the edge of the bed and comb her hair.

The comb ran lightly through her hair, and she looked at the face of her beloved man in a daze.

She looked at the North Star and smiled: "He is really like you, the same peerless grace, the same confidence and pride......"

The next moment, her smile suddenly faded, and her voice became extremely cold, "So I won't let anyone hurt and threaten him, whoever dares to kill him, I will kill whom!"