Those of you here will never forget what happened today.

Lou Tingyu felt the pain caused by the knife qi in the wound, and the despair that seeped into the bottom of his heart.

Feng Xiaohan was panting heavily, this knife had exhausted all his remaining vitality, and at this time, he was even a little unable to maintain his physical strength.

Lou Tingyu suppressed the pain, slowly raised his left hand, and pressed it on the scabbard.

With a "click", his long sword was finally unsheathed, and the sword body hummed like a dragon roaring like a tiger's roar, and the clear sword body was washed by the light rain, and it was even brighter in the gray sky.

"You're strong, and you're going to be a legend over time. ”

Lou Tingyu looked at him quietly and said, "But I won't let you go because of this, you are savage, and Changming Sect can't tolerate you as a wild boy." ”

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "Go straight to the building to listen to the rain, more than ten years of cultivation is really not something that I can shake with a few months of cultivation." But I'm still jealous of me. ”

Lou Tingyu smiled lightly and said, "How can anything happen? ”

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while, nodded affirmatively, and said, "That's right, today's events are just unpleasant, a bit like a child playing at home." ”

"Do you know this metaphor? ”

Lou Tingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes fell on the kitchen knife, and said: "Since I used a bladed weapon, then I will use a sword next, maybe if you don't use eight moves, you will fail miserably." ”

Feng Xiaohan said helplessly: "Then if I don't use a knife, can you fight with me hand-to-hand?"

"No!"

Lou Tingyu didn't think about it, so he replied: "I am a swordsman, so naturally I want to use a sword, not to mention that using a bamboo sword is forced, I can let you." But it's your own choice to give up the blade, and I naturally won't let it. ”

Feng Xiaohan thought about it and felt that it made sense, and said, "But you must not be able to abolish me." ”

"That's right, I'm seriously injured right now, and there's really no way to abolish you. Besides, there are people who don't want me to abolish you. ”

Lou Tingyu glanced at the tea outside the venue and smiled, and continued: "But I will still beat you up and show no mercy, just as the price of your serious injury." ”

Feng Xiaohan didn't speak, but the kitchen knife hand he held tightened a little.

Lou Tingyu slowly raised his sword, pulling the wound with the movement of his hand, causing his brow to frown slightly.

At this time, a touch of glass color appeared in the sky, as if the pupils of an ancient demon had opened, and it looked very demonic in the gray sky.

The glazed color was just a small dot at first, and then swooped down at great speed.

Originally, there would be no birds in the light rain, and there would be no peacocks flying in the sky, but Changmingzong had one.

It's the glass-colored peacock.

As soon as it appeared, it attracted all the attention, and even Lou Tingyu looked slightly sideways, and after looking at it.

Everyone knows what it is, because it's famous, but no one knows what it means, except Liu Panpan.

Liu Panpan saw the appearance of the glazed color, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, which made He Xirou raise his eyebrows.

It flew in a few ways, only to realize that there was another person under its claws.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, with an iron sword at his waist, a gentle demeanor, a delicate face, and a long cloth bag in his hand.

Although the glass-colored peacock is small, it is enough to bear the weight of a person, but the person is not qualified to sit on its back, so it can only hold its claws and let it fly with itself.

He and the glazed peacock gently landed in the sword test forest under the attention of everyone.

As soon as the man landed, he saluted like the Outer Mountain Elder who was the referee in the field, and said, "Liang Song, a disciple of Changhong Peak, come to deliver the sword!"

"Send a sword?"

Not only the Outer Mountain Elder, but the rest of the people were also stunned.

He Xirou looked at Liu Panpan and said, "Send a sword, what sword?"

"Didn't you go on a special trip to Chixia Peak for your good junior brother?"

Liu Panpan smiled: "It's the sword you asked for him." ”

"But Senior Brother Guan said that the time was too tight, and there was no time to forge. ”

He Xirou suddenly thought of a possibility, covered her small mouth in surprise, looked at the glass peacock that was combing her feathers, and said, "Could it be ......?"

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Elder Waishan asked, "Send the sword, at this critical moment of the martial arts competition, which sword did you send?"

In his opinion, Liang Song's appearance had already affected the martial arts competition, and he naturally spoke unceremoniously, even if he was facing the second elder's favorite disciple.

Liang Song didn't care, and replied, "Come and send Senior Brother Feng's sword!"

"Feng Xiaohan's accessories!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the cloth bag in his hand.

The cloth bag was long, wrapped around something three feet long, and it was also very carefully stirruped with an iron hoop.

This is the sign of the Crestfall Peak, and they wrap their swords in this way whenever they have a newly forged longsword, but they have not yet made a scabbard.

Elder Waishan thought for a moment and said, "The competition has begun, and I have no right to decide on this matter. ”

Then he looked upstairs and listened to the rain.

Everyone looked upstairs and listened to the rain, wondering if he would agree.

When the competition came to this point, no one wanted the opponent's blade to change from a broken kitchen knife to a newly forged sword.

But they were all looking forward to what kind of sword would be sent by a closed disciple in person, and why would it be a closed disciple of Changhong Peak to send it.

Feng Xiaohan had been staring at the cloth bag since Liang Song appeared, and for some reason, he felt that the things inside seemed to be calling him, and a strong desire rose in his heart.

Longing to hold the sword in his hand.

Although the sword was sent by Liang Song, he had never seen it, and after the glass peacock landed, he clearly felt that the sword inside was trembling slightly, responding to something.

Lou Tingyu glanced at Feng Xiaohan, and then looked down at his scars, although victory was in sight, but it was better than a cultivator with a bamboo sword and a kitchen knife, but he felt a little invincible in his heart, or regret.

It's a pity that there is no real competition with the other party, and he defeats him in a dignified manner.

At this time, refusing Liang Song's on-the-spot sword delivery would make him feel that he had not won enough glory, and it would also be contrary to Qingzhu Peak's sword path.

He went straight to the building to listen to the rain, and he was a swordsman who wanted to dedicate himself to the way of the sword.

Swordsman,

Straight also,

Edge also.

So Lou Tingyu nodded and said, "Yes, I don't mind." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the cloth bag shot out, straight to Feng Xiaohan, and then he reached out to catch it.

This thing that defies common sense is surprisingly natural, as if the sword should have been held in his hand in the first place, as if it were one.

Feng Xiaohan pinched off the golden hoop and slowly opened the cloth bag.

There is no clear sword light.

There is no endless sword qi.

There is only one handful of old-looking ......

Iron Sword!

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