It's really getting more and more interesting, Ye Ziqing hugged her hands in front of her chest, and the pleasure in her brain hit one after another, making her feel dizzy.

Today's sacrificial sword selection is even more exciting than any previous one.

These regulars of the annual sword sacrifice ceremony, I don't know why, suddenly exploded in strength this time.

Whether it was the Sand Fixing Sword of the Sand Sword Country before, the Flower Language Sword of Lu Mingling, or the Frost Fury of Xie Zheng now, they were all eye-catching, greatly exceeding their previous expectations.

Is it a coincidence?

After years of accumulation, finally this moment today?

Or is it —

In the corner of Ye Ziqing's eyes, he secretly looked at the young swordsmith in the Sword Country.

Could it be that because everyone knows that there will be a new face in this year's sword sacrifice ceremony, it has aroused their blood?

I don't want to lose to a swordsmith I've never met.

Except for the one called Sha Panyuan who is because he meets the expectations of the people, everyone else will be a little unwilling in it, right?

Especially in the banquet hall a few days ago, the people who were angry because of Tiandao Yuluo's words didn't dare not take out their own family background.

Ye Ziqing smiled slightly, who knows if the sacrificial sword they prepared for this before is the same as the one presented today?

Xie Zheng finished displaying the [Frost Fury], then bowed slightly to the audience and Pinjian Seat, with the same coldness on his face, and turned around and walked back to his rest area.

Before retreating to his seat, he glanced sideways at Emiya.

Even from a long distance, Emiya felt that great sense of oppression.

There was a flash of lightning in his eyes, as if he were declaring victory.

It's boring.

Emiya calmly looked ahead.

The great eunuch Du Leisi hurriedly looked at the list in his hand and announced loudly, "Next, Master Liu Dun from the Dream Sword Country!" ”

"Huh." Emiya smiled knowingly.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man, who was very familiar with him, carried his sacrificial sword, and walked to the sword seat step by step.

……

"Master, are you injured?"

Xiao Yizi's voice sounded in his ears, as if it came from a distant sky.

It took a long time for Shi Chen to react slightly, his eyes rolled, and then he stretched out his hand upwards and held Xiao Yizi's arm to sit up.

But the whole body was weak, the brain buzzed, and Shichen's head hung down on his chest, breathing hard.

With the previous sword, Gu Linglang of the Stygian Shadow Sect not only cut off his sword, but the sword qi also injured his muscles and internal organs.

A thread of blood dripped down his chin onto his clothes, causing Xiao Yizi to be frightened.

"Master." He strained himself to hold Hour's body up.

"No ......" Shi Chen waved his hand, trying to squeeze out a smile, "I can't die yet." ”

He adjusted his internal breath, and the injuries on his body immediately lightened a lot.

Shi Chen put his hands on his knees, and his eyes stared straight ahead, trying to breathe.

"Yizi, there is one thing, I need you to help me do it."

"Good. Master. Xiao Yizi's face turned pale with fright because of excessive worry, he was more concerned about his master's body than Dragon Ball Battle.

"Go help me get him back," Shi Chen coughed, covering his mouth with his hand.

There was a churn in his chest, and lines of blood flowed down his palms.

He looked up and finished the latter sentence with difficulty—

"Ye Zhao."

……

"I can't think of anyone else who can win the reputation of the Sword Sect, you are the only heir to the Shadowless Sword Technique." Shi Chen looked at the young man sitting across from him, and persuaded him bitterly.

"......" Ye Zhao didn't speak, his eyes were as calm as water.

From the time he came here under the commission of Xiao Yizi, he had basically made a promise.

"Can you promise me three conditions?" Ye Zhao asked.

"What?" Shi Chen's eyes lit up, no matter what, this disciple of the Sword Sect still had deep feelings for his sect.

"First, clarify the truth of Master's death and wash away my grievances."

Shi Chen pondered for a moment and nodded solemnly, this request was expected by him.

"Second, I will disguise myself as you to participate in the Dragon Ball War, but no matter what the outcome is, you will have to die to apologize for your sins before the Master's spiritual position."

"......" Shichen's heart struggled for a moment, and finally nodded with determination.

"Third, I need a sword." Ye Zhao said calmly, "This sword must be built by the Wei Palace. ”

……

Scenes from the past reflected back like a tide, and the eyes that Shi Chen had closed suddenly opened.

Since reaching an agreement with Ye Zhao, things have gone much smoother than he imagined, and even the step by step to this day is a little unexpected for him.

Ye Zhao of the tenfold realm, even if he has the true inheritance of the shadowless sword technique, it is difficult to defeat Wei Xunchen of the twelvefold realm.

But this man did it.

In addition to strength and luck, Shi Chen had to sigh at the strength of the [Spiritual Silence] sword of the Wei Palace.

If he had met that swordsmith earlier, maybe he would have been able to win the title of the world's number one in the world in his lifetime.

The demonic barrier in his heart became permanent with his death.

The hour outside the house burst into laughter.

"You seem to be a little surprised by my arrival?"

There was endless mockery in his voice.

The corners of Shichen's mouth twitched.

Originally, according to his previous style, after Ye Zhao used it, this person could die, but this little bastard was very shrewd, he recorded the process of signing an agreement with himself, as long as there was any accident, someone would make public the fact that the head of the Sword Sect was looking for someone to pretend to be himself to compete.

It's really mad, and he doesn't even care about the reputation of his own teacher......

However, if it were me, I'm afraid I would have made the same choice, right?

Shi Chen didn't continue to think about it, just raised his head and looked at each other calmly, as if looking at his own mirror image.

"Ye Zhao, why are you still dressed like this?" It was Xiao Yizi next to him who spoke first.

He frowned, a little amazed at the disguise technique known as the jade-faced fox, but he was really not used to another person pretending to be his master.

According to their previous agreement, Ye Zhao should take off his disguise now.

After the sacrificial sword is selected later, there can only be one hour to offer the sacrificial sword for this ceremony.

"You're going to get a lot of trouble like this." Xiao Yizi urged.

The other party didn't reply, but just held a pitch-black sword in his hand, and looked at them motionlessly.

Shi Chen's eyes were cold, and a chill inexplicably appeared in his heart.