Xuan Jie's Nine Dragons Sword Qi passed through Jian Chen's body, and Jian Chen's body exploded like an explosion, and nine blood flowers exploded with a bang!

It's just that Xuan Jie is even more miserable, just like Liang Ruowu was hit by an explosive sword stab, spurting blood all over his body like a sieve.

"Sword dust!"

"King Jie!"

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the Yunting Sect, and the elders of the Xuan family all came to the edge of the ring quickly, only to see that Jian Chen could barely stand at this time, and the blood had soaked his robe, as for Xuan Jie, he was still supporting his body with his sword, and he hadn't fallen down yet.

"This king, I haven't lost ...... yet" Xuan Jie was angry, and his feet were already trembling.

Jian Chen carried the sword and slowly walked towards Xuan Jie, although he was extremely injured, however, the situation was better than Xuan Jie, but he could barely run a trace of true qi.

"King Jie!"

"Xuanjie!"

"We lost!"

"King Jie admit defeat, stop fighting!"

Offstage, Xuan Xue, Yun Fang and Yun Qing, as well as the elders of the Xuan family, and even the surrounding audience, were all shouting, they didn't want to see Xuan Jie fight like this anymore, it was enough to fight to this extent.

In the audience, many girls were already crying, and seeing that their idol was seriously injured and still did not give up, their hearts were moved and uncomfortable.

Even a chivalrous man who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time can't help but burst into tears when he sees this scene.

"This king hasn't lost yet...... Xuan Jie muttered, he looked at the eyes of the audience, and heard the shouts of the audience telling him to give up, he couldn't hear what others were shouting, he only had one thought - he desperately wanted to raise the sword in his hand, but he couldn't lift it at all.

Jian Chen had already walked in front of Xuan Jie, revealing a hint of gloomy gaze, and said, "King Jie...... I didn't expect ...... You can hurt me so badly......"

Xuan Jie showed a hint of a smile, then shouted, suddenly raised the sword in his hand, and used his last strength to slash at the sword dust.

"Poof!" Jian Chen's sword slashed, knocking Xuanjie's sword away.

Xuan Jie fell to the ground with a bang and passed out.

The referee hurriedly ran to the ring, and after confirming that Xuan Jie was indeed unconscious, he awarded the victory of this game to Jian Chen.

The Xuan family and the Yunting Sect immediately went to the ring to rescue Xuan Jie.

"Xiaojie, you'll be fine." Xuan Xue helped Xuan Jie, and those doctors hurriedly applied medicine to Xuan Jie to stop the bleeding.

At the same time, the elders of the Xuan family and Yun Fang competed to convey true qi to Xuan Jie, and in this way, Xuan Jie's life was finally saved. This is the most serious injury since the start of the martial arts tournament.

Jian Chen had a smile on his face, although he was embarrassed by Xuan Jie, but he also justified his talent, and in front of everyone, he defeated the future heir of the Xuan family, Tianjiao of the Yunting Sect, which was really a bad breath for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The next game is the Huashang of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect against Lin Xiaoyao.

After the battle of Xuanjie just now, many people in the audience have cried, and the atmosphere of the scene has come to the peak.

The fans of the original Seven Sects have all become fans of the Yunting Sect and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect at this moment, and the National Martial Arts Conference has become a white-hot contest between the two sects until now.

Hua Shang saw Lin Xiaoyao, the expression on his face was finally no longer so calm, and there was even more fanaticism in his eyes, perhaps it was the battle of sword dust, which was very exciting to Hua Shang. Compared to Jian Chen's ability to deal with the Xuan family's Tianjiao, Hua Shang wanted to convince this mysterious Yunting Sect genius even more!

Lin Xiaoyao still carried a branch to the ring, even though the audience had already guessed that he would take a branch, but when he really saw it, the audience still exclaimed.

After all, the opponent was Hua Shang, who was known as the second genius of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!

When Hua Shang saw the branch in Lin Xiaoyao's hand, his expression suddenly became indifferent, and he asked, "Shenyu, am I not worthy of your sword?" ”

Lin Xiaoyao said: "It's not worth it." ”

Although Hua Shang has the strength of the middle level of mixed yuan, with 400,000 combat power, it is already very powerful, but compared to Lin Xiaoyao, it is still far behind.

Hua Shang showed a rare angry expression and said, "Shenyu, you will regret it. ”

"Come on, hurry up." Huashang's twin swords were drawn, and the true qi was released, and a sword lore shone in front of Lin Xiaoyao like a star.

Lin Xiaoyao suddenly turned into seven phantoms, and the cloud slashing body method flashed over Huashang, and the branch pierced directly into Huashang's chest cavity and stabbed out from Huashang's back.

Hua Shang stared at Lin Xiaoyao in disbelief, still unable to believe that Lin Xiaoyao's branch could actually pierce his body.

The true qi of the Treasure Helmet Divine Skill is condensed on the branches, so that the branches can easily pierce through Huashang's body.

Some people are screaming, some people are dumbfounded, Hua Shang, who has always been a second person, was actually seconds before everyone saw it.

Especially the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, their expressions were the most shocked at the moment, how strong Hua Shang is, they know, the only thing they don't know now is how strong Shen Yu is?!

"Shen Yu ......" Jian Chen's eyes seemed to be on fire, and the battle intent to fight with Lin Xiaoyao in his heart had risen to the extreme.

"It seems that Huashang is going to lose...... Song Li frowned and said, "Jianchen, in the final, you must be careful." ”

Jian Chen said frantically: "Even if I exhaust my true yuan...... I'm going to defeat this god feather too...... Definitely! ”

……

In the ring, Lin Xiaoyao's branches were dripping blood.

"How could you be so fast?! No way! Hua Shang had a little acupoint, temporarily suppressed the wound, and desperately stabbed Lin Xiaoyao with a sword.

"It's useless, admit defeat, stop fighting." Lin Xiaoyao pointed at his sword, and his true qi was like sword qi, piercing Hua Shang's wrist.

"Impossible! I was born with a sword spirit, how could I lose so easily! Hua Shang's sword fell to the ground, his faith collapsed, he has always been proud of his talent, how can he accept the fact that he was killed by Lin Xiaoyao in seconds?!

He couldn't use a sword with his right hand, and with his left hand, a sword slashed diagonally at Lin Xiaoyao's neck, Lin Xiaoyao pointed out a finger, and his true qi shot through Hua Shang's shoulder blades, Hua Shang gritted his teeth, but his hands couldn't be raised.

"You've lost." Lin Xiaoyao said.

Hua Shang gritted his teeth, and then he was relieved, and after he used his internal strength to relieve the depression in his heart, he shook his head and said: "Okay, I admit defeat, but don't forget, our Ten Thousand Swords Sect still has the strongest genius waiting for you, and he will definitely win against you." ”

"I'll wait." Lin Xiaoyao said, the two said goodbye, Hua Shang turned around and jumped out of the ring, and the referee announced the winner.

The surrounding audience was boiling, and after this battle, the names of Shen Yu and Jian Chen had completely spread all over the streets and alleys of Longdu.

The final was set for seven days later, and this was according to the date given by the Ten Thousand Sword Sect physicians, and it would take seven days for Jian Chen to fully recover.

In the imperial court, Xuan Ao had received news that a team of imperial doctors had been sent to the inn to treat Xuan Jie.

As for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's side, in addition to treatment, Jian Chen also entered a short small retreat. These days, Jian Chen has been stabbing the sword of Lin Xiaoyao into Huashang's body, and that kind of sword is like the handwriting of a master of mixed yuan consummation, and it is natural.

As soon as he thought of Lin Xiaoyao's sword, Jian Chen trembled with excitement, although he was not born with the physique of a sword spirit, but his madness for swords had already surpassed Hua Shang.

(End of chapter)