In Duan Xingchao's eyes, Chen Wusheng's blink of an eye was very long, so long that he was already convinced that he had the chance to win, and he believed that he could take his life in the next moment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

[How many Xuanji Realm monks died in their own hands? Ten? Twenty? I can't remember a bit, it looks like I should consider fighting in the ring again, I can't find an opponent in the middle of the Xuanji Realm. 】

Duan Xingchao, who was full of confidence, unconsciously calculated his future plans, and at this distance, he never missed.

In the eyes of ordinary people, in addition to seeing a fleeting afterimage in the ring at this time, they couldn't see Duan Xingchao's movements clearly, they only saw Duan Xingchao suddenly disappear in place. The monks of the Xuanji Realm saw that Chen Wusheng had a flaw, and Duan Xingchao immediately took action.

"It's divided!"

This thought came out of everyone's hearts almost at the same time, after all, Duan Xingchao had never been defeated so far, and there were no less than ten Xuanji Realm masters who died in his hands, each of which was killed with one blow, and if he was not sure, Duan Xingchao would definitely not make a move easily.

Don't look at Duan Xingchao who hasn't entered the Xuan-level list yet, the senior monks who know him all think that he already has the strength to be on the Xuan-level list, but he has been unlucky a few times, plus he himself is not ruthless enough to himself, and he still has the strength to fight in the ring a few times, so he chooses to give up on his own initiative.

So when they saw Duan Xingchao perform his stunt, many people thought that the battle was over.

Yang Nuotong's expression was solemn, and she wanted to appear on the court several times to stop the game. She could see that Duan Xingchao had a solid foundation and extraordinary talent. Even if it's not a rare genius, it's talented.

After all, humans and war puppet beasts are different, and humans are more aware of the weaknesses of their own kind, and the difference in strength may not be the only decisive factor. Factors such as combat experience, strength of exercises, equipment and weapons will affect the outcome of the battle. Chen Wusheng can defeat Luo Zhefa, but he may not be able to defeat Duan Xingchao.

However, Yang Nuotong hesitated at the critical moment, although he could save Chen Wusheng, it would definitely ruin his reputation. Many people regard their reputation as their life, even at the cost of death. Being saved from the ring will leave an indelible stain from now on.

But thinking that the young man in front of her was her teacher's nephew, Yang Nuotong decided that she couldn't take risks, and at the moment when Duan Xingchao made a move, she also made a decision.

When Yang was about to make a move, Serra blocked her way.

There was no time to argue, Yang Nuotong wanted to bypass and save people, but was still stopped by Serra.

"Why are you holding me back?" Yang Nuotong asked unhappily.

"Because it's his choice." Serra replied calmly. "Whatever choice he makes, we should respect it, and whether it is a success or a failure afterwards, we will still choose to protect it, this is the motto of our Shadow Clan, and it is also the trust of our companions."

"Are you going to let him die for nothing?" Yang Nuotong asked angrily.

Serra was silent for a moment and said, "Whether it's out of being a protector or ...... Companion, I choose to trust him, and if he dies here, I will avenge him. ”

As soon as the matter was delayed, even Yang Nuotong had no time to stop it.

"That's not right!" Duan Xingchao was the first to find the problem, he felt that something was missing now, and the current picture was very inconsistent, but he couldn't say what the problem was.

[Why do I feel terrible, always restless, does the other party have a backhand? Impossible, no one at the same level can block it at this distance! So what's the problem? 】

【Eyes! Why hasn't he opened his eyes yet? 】

Every time, Duan Xingchao could see the fear and despair in his opponent's eyes, or the unwilling and unyielding resolute expression.

[No one has ever eaten my blow with their eyes closed, and no matter how fast I go, I can't do it in the blink of an eye, unless...... Unless he did it on purpose. 】

[But it's impossible, what can you do with your eyes closed, hum! ] It doesn't help. 】

Seeing that the soft sword was about to stab Chen Wusheng's neck, he raised his hand at some point and pinched the soft sword with two fingers with incomparable precision.

After all, a soft sword is a soft sword, and although true qi can temporarily strengthen it, it cannot change its essence. The head of the sword was blocked, and Duan Xingchao stabbed forward with all his strength, but the sword body could not withstand the two huge forces and bent directly.

Duan Xingchao, who was in a vain predicament, panicked slightly, and wanted to withdraw, not to mention whether it was too late, just with the strength of Chen Wusheng's two fingers, Duan Xingchao was not confident that he could successfully get out, so he could only drop the soft sword in his hand, so it would be even more difficult for him to win.

"Fight!"

Duan Xingchao was ruthless, not retreating but advancing, he immediately changed the form of the soft sword, so that the straight soft sword became a whip, and the blade of the sword bent and thinned.

The snake-like blade quickly changed direction and cut towards Chen Wusheng, even if he controlled the sword head, what was the use, the soft blade would not be controlled by this, which was the terrifying thing about the soft sword.

Chen Wusheng was still unmoved, he stretched out his other hand, flicked his two fingers, and the blade rebounded back at a faster speed, and when Duan Xingchao, who was too strong, wanted to retreat, it was too late.

The back of the sword hit Duan Xingchao, causing his offensive to be sharply reduced. Then Chen Wusheng twisted the sword head he was holding and sent it back, and the soft sword head stabbed out in a 180-degree turn, and it was able to appear at a speed no less than before.

When he saw the head of his soft sword stabbing back, Duan Xingchao felt for the first time the fear he had brought to others. The feeling of helplessness that saw the crisis coming, and that I couldn't do anything about it, came spontaneously.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about remedy, but he had just been slapped violently on the back of the sword, and then he was horrified to find that the soft sword in his hand was out of control. Duan Xingchao frantically injected a large amount of true qi, and the sword head did not show the slightest sign of changing direction, and even the momentum did not weaken by half a point.

[How so! Could it be that his true qi is stronger than mine, and his control techniques are more subtle than mine! No way! How long did I train to get to where I am now, he didn't show this style in eight fights in a row, why is it now? Could it be that his defensive counterattack has reached the point of unity between heaven and man? 】

No matter how unbelievable Duan Xingchao was in his mind, he couldn't change the facts.

When the blade of the sword was about to sink into Duan Xingchao's neck, Chen Wusheng waved his fingers, and the head of the sword changed direction suddenly, only cutting the skin on Duan Xingchao's neck.

Duan Xingchao, who didn't know it, felt a sudden chill on his neck, and soon he felt a warm feeling coming from his neck.

[Is this what it feels like to have your head cut off?] 】

Duan Xingchao had no other superfluous thoughts in his mind other than this thought, and his eyes lost focus. After a long time, the noisy chatter and shouting around him pulled him back from his panic.

"I'm not dead!" Duan Xingchao slowly raised his hand and carefully touched his neck, he was afraid that if he touched it, his head would say goodbye to his body. Or, with a light touch, the last "line of defense" was destroyed in an instant—the wound was torn, and then a large stream of blood gushed out. Then he collapsed in the thin blood and waited helplessly for death, reminiscing about the past.