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However, for Addo at this time, ten minutes was too long, so long that he had the illusion that it had been a long time.

In these short ten minutes, he tried his best to win the fight.

It wasn't the toughest fight he'd ever faced in the past seven days.

The hardest time was to fight against a person who had cultivated the Iron Sand Palm.

That person not only has an iron sand palm, but also cultivates an iron cloth shirt, so that's it, but the opponent's body method is better than him, if it weren't for the star-absorbing Dafa, he may be difficult to win against the other party.

In the ring, the two figures suddenly separated, staggered, and returned to the position where they had stood before the beginning of the fight.

Ado panted slightly, his expression was full of vigilance and heaviness.

Under his full strength, although the man in front of him looked precarious, he was surprisingly strong, never fell, and did not give him any chance.

The swordsmanship in his hand is obviously not strong, but it is very deceitful and insidious.

In the face of his palm fist, the opponent's swordsmanship can always unexpectedly resolve crises again and again, turning danger into safety.

On the surface, he has the upper hand, but in reality he knows very well that the upper hand is useless to him, because he cannot fight a protracted battle.

If it drags on like this, it is likely that he will be exhausted in the end.

For some reason, he couldn't retain the internal force sucked from the other party's body at all, and once the internal force was submerged in his body, it would quickly dissipate and there would be no trace left.

That's why he didn't want to drag it out.

In fact, he can use this to exhaust the other party's internal strength, but by now, he himself has shown a slight fatigue, and the other party is still not red and breathless, as indifferent as ever.

This can only show that the other party's internal strength is deep, and he can't consume it.

Xinghuan didn't know what Ado was thinking, he only knew one thing now.

The wine in the jasper wine gourd in his hand has bottomed out.

Without wine, he has no internal strength.

Without internal strength, he will lose.

Luckily, ten minutes have arrived......

After drinking the last sip of wine, Xinghuan wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and said, "I have a sword, I don't know if you can catch it."

The wine has turned into a trace of internal force, and it is ready to go.

Here it comes!

When the decisive moment came, Addo breathed a sigh of relief and said cautiously: "Please give me advice."

Smiling, Xinghuan looked at the fallen leaves in the sky, and the long sword in his hand groaned softly, piercing through the air.

The sword came out, and time seemed to stand still.

The leisurely fluttering fallen leaves seemed to have spirituality, and with a slight spin, they avoided the tip of the long sword one by one, and continued to fall slowly.

The sound of the sword groan was faint and crisp, and it seemed to ring in his ears.

The sword body is smooth and cold, reflecting the golden clouds on the horizon and the setting sun.

This sword Ado is very familiar, this is just an ordinary stainless steel sword.

He was just as familiar with this move, and he had already learned it in the fight he had with the other party just now.

It's just that in the face of the sword that slowly came in his eyes.

He was confused and puzzled......

Because he suddenly felt that the sword and moves in front of him were very unfamiliar to him.

It's obviously the same sword and the same move, but suddenly there has been a earth-shaking change.

Seems...... It's like there's something more on this sword......

What is it......

Ado's eyes lit up and he understood.

There is a wisp of heaven and earth on the sword......

The wind stops, the groaning stops, and the leaves fall.

The tip of the sword stopped at Addo's neck, just a fraction of a second from his skin.

Seeing this, Xinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He stopped the sword.

Whether it is a life-sacrificing blow or a soul-chasing stab, from the moment the sword is drawn, it can no longer be recovered.

Either the enemy dies, or he dies.

He couldn't take it back either, he just stopped the sword and stopped at the critical moment.

If it weren't for the "Concentration and Condensation Dafa", he might not even be able to stop.

He can control things below ten points, but above ten points, he can't control them.

So he doesn't use throwing knives, because the power is too great, he can't control it, and the one who is hit can only die.

As for shooting other positions, what's the use?

Aside from the neck and heart, where else can people lose strength?

Demonstrate?

Why bother.

Only the dead are the safest.

Addo could clearly feel the chill emanating from the tip of his sword, as if it was about to pierce his throat.

He was defeated, he should have died, if it weren't for the mercy of the other party's men.

Xinghuan put the sword back into the sheath, shook the empty jasper wine gourd, and suddenly felt helpless.

Under the ring, there is a beautiful disciple of the Emei faction, holding an invitation letter in her hand, and she has been waiting for a long time.

Xinghuan turned around and left the ring and walked towards the woman.

The woman smiled, handed over the red exquisite invitation card in her hand, and said, "Congratulations to the childe."

Xinghuan took the invitation, put it in his arms casually, and said with a smile: "I've been waiting here for a long time."

The woman shook her head slightly, signaling that it didn't matter, her eyes revealing curiosity.

In her eyes, the situation just now seemed a little weird.

Addo faced the man's sword, but did not move, as if he had lost his mind, and let the tip of the sword pierce his throat.

She wondered what kind of sword it was.

Not only was he curious, but Ado was also curious, looking at Xinghuan's back as he left, he suddenly asked, "What kind of sword is that?"

Xinghuan paused, and didn't look back: "Soul Chasing Death Sword."

Another gust of autumn wind blew, bringing up the fallen leaves in the sky.

Ado stood quietly in the ring, glanced at the direction of Mount Emei, and his heart was full of disappointment and loneliness.

At sunset, he staggered away.

The lonely back makes people feel a little bleak and a little desolate.

I kept it for seven days, but at the last moment, I fell short and made a wedding dress for others.

strength, or too weak, if he is stronger, he will not leave regrets again.

Silently, he suddenly became a little dissatisfied.

Perhaps, he should make some changes......

There are many people like Ado in the rivers and lakes, because of their lack of strength, they have been disappointed and failed again and again.

So, his name is Addo.

Out of the ring, Xinghuan wandered aimlessly, except for an extra woman beside him, everything else was the same as usual.

This woman was the female disciple of the Emei sect who handed him the invitation, and since he received the invitation, the other party has been following.

Xinghuan was curious and asked, "Why are you following me?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "The invitation was handed over to you from my hands, so from now on, I am your person in charge until the end of this grand event."

Xinghuan was clear, and said casually: "Don't do it."

The woman's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and said: "No, this is the order of my head of the sect, and I can't disobey it, if you really don't want it, then you can't go up Mount Emei."

Monitoring......

In this way, there is such a female disciple of the Emei Sect by the side of the champion of every ring.

Xinghuan smiled indifferently and said, "What's your name?"

The woman said, "Wonderful words."

Xinghuan suddenly thought of a question, and asked again, "What is the name of your senior sister?"

Miao Yan glanced at him and said, "Miao Yun."