Zheng Wou-Ki has no way to hide, he can't keep flying up, no matter how abundant his internal strength is, there will always be a time to fall. Once he fell, what awaited him was either an open space outside the ring or a dozen or so roaring swords.

Since there is no way to hide, there is only one way to face it.

Zheng Wou-Ki flew into the air, relying on his ability to listen to the voice and defend the position, judging the situation behind his birth, and swung several swords with his back hand, shooting down several swords that were in hot pursuit. Relying on these swords, he bought himself a chance to breathe, turned around in danger, kicked hard in the air, and fell sharply downwards instead.

He fell downward, and the sword of the sword slave chased upward, and the two sides happened to meet head-on.

It is impossible for any tangible sword move in the world to perfectly defeat those flying swords, and only an invisible sword move created temporarily can do this.

Zheng Wouji's sword moves were invisible, so he did it, he used the shortest time to think of the best sword moves, swinging his sword as he fell, and flicked the sword slave's sword away one by one. He swung a dozen swords in a row, flicked off a dozen swords, and successfully landed three feet above the ring. He scanned the entire ring, selected the place in front of the sword slave, and suddenly sped up and landed there.

"Good boy, so many swords can't hurt you in the slightest. But if you want to beat my old bones, you'll have to work harder. The sword slave controlled the seven talisman swords with one hand, and waved the other hand into the air, using internal force to pull the swords that had been bounced away, putting them together and rearranging them properly.

Zheng Wou-Ki fell to the ground without danger, and there was no life at the place where he landed. The moment he fell, the swords controlled by the sword slave also fell. And all of them fell on the position. Once again, the array was arranged.

There was another wind in the ring. The wind formed by the sword qi.

Everything seemed to have come back to square one, and Zheng Wou-Ki couldn't get out of the sword formation, and was trapped here again.

But in fact, there was still a difference, Zheng Wuji was very close to the sword slave now, only a few steps away.

This distance is the chance to win, and if you miss it, you may never encounter it again.

Zheng Wouji's internal strength is not as good as that of the sword slave, and that bit of fire is mainly worse here. If it drags on for a long time, he will definitely lose. If you want to win, you can only seize this rare opportunity in front of you.

This will be a sword that stakes everything, a sword that pushes oneself to a dead end, and is often the most elegant.

Zheng Wuji slowly raised the Ruixue Sword, and in the process, a surging sword qi surged around his body, using this sword qi to resist the sword qi raised by the sword array, protecting him from harm for the time being. He didn't want to be disturbed by those painless attacks, and the only thing he had to deal with now was the sword slave himself.

He didn't understand the formation. He couldn't find the eye of the formation, he only knew that he had defeated the people who set up the formation. This formation will inevitably break. It's as simple as that.

His whole person's momentum was rising, and his eyes became sharper.

Rui Xue Sword responded to the master's expectations, and the sword spirit became extremely active, lending all the internal power contained in itself to the master.

Zheng Wouji's hair, sideburns, cuffs, and hem were all shaking rapidly, making a crackling sound.

The sword slave saw the sharp momentum on Zheng Wouji's body, was infected, and also cheered up.

"Good boy, since you want to win or lose with a sword, then I will fulfill you." The sword slave gave Zheng Wouji this opportunity, and suddenly reached out his thin palms, mobilizing the sword qi of the entire sword array, causing it to converge in front of his chest, forming a whirlpool of air.

The seven swords used for the talisman floated into the air current, and then slowly rotated, and the seven cold and shining sword tips were aimed at Zheng Wuji in unison.

Zheng Wou-Ki thought as he carried his strength, thinking about the sword moves that could be won, and every time he faced a strong enemy, the sword moves he used were created improvly. He firmly believes that he can create stronger sword moves every time than before, so he doesn't need to write down the sword moves he has created in the past.

Only a genius deserves such self-confidence.

Zheng Wuji thought of a sword move, and used it the moment he thought of it. He swung a sword forward, and the sword qi slashed the bright white rainbow, pointing directly at the sword slave's face. This sword looks ordinary, except that the sword aura is very awe-inspiring, there is no ingenuity.

The sword slave had been waiting for this sword, and the moment the sword stabbed at him, he twisted the sword qi vortex in front of him and used it to block this sword. However, he only blocked the sword qi swung by Zheng Wouji, but he could not block Zheng Wouji's real sword.

Zheng Wou-Ki withdrew his hand with lightning and swung his sword again at a more tricky angle. The trajectory of this sword is different, but the place of attack is the same, aiming at the face of the sword slave. This sword staggered the sword qi vortex and bypassed this layer of obstacles.

The old sword slave's eyes widened, and he felt that Zheng Wuji's two swords had ulterior motives, so he didn't dare to take them lightly, and immediately divided two swords to resist.

The sword qi collided with the two swords, and there was a crisp sound from the collision.

Before the sound stopped, Zheng Wou-Ki had already stabbed out the third sword, this sword still had a different trajectory and the same goal.

The sword slave used two more swords to block, and used one of the swords to defend the center and attack, and went to counterattack.

Zheng Wou-Ki dodged the attack and swung the fourth, fifth, and sixth swords...... He attacked the same position every time, and one sword was faster than the other, and later, the two sword qi in front and back were simply superimposed together, forming an even more powerful sword qi.

These sword qi were like dripping water through stones, constantly attacking a little, weakening the sword slave's defense.

This sword move only revealed its intention and subtlety at this time, and it turned out to rely on the changeable sword path and the superimposed sword qi to win.

"It's a fun move, don't expect to beat me." The sword slave's eyes flickered, and the whole person fell backwards, trying to eliminate the point that Zheng Wou-Ki was attacking. But Zheng Wuji's sword followed closely and killed, although the position of the attack was slightly offset, it was still aimed at his face.

Zheng Wuji swung faster and faster, and the sword qi that swung out gathered into a silver dragon, which rushed straight to the sword slave face. This sword qi is not only powerful, but also very difficult to dodge from the angle of attack.

The sword slave had no choice but to confront this silver dragon and use all the swords in his hand to resist it.

The two sharp forces collided together, forming a circle of fluctuations, swinging in circles around them, and with each agitation, the center of the impact became weak.

The sword slave stopped moving, and stretched out his hand to urge several swords with all his might.

And Zheng Wou-Ki is still wielding his sword selflessly, making the silver dragon more majestic by superimposing. He used all his internal strength, and on the verge of exhaustion, he swung the last sword.

This sword is no longer just a sword qi, but a real sword.

The sword body pierced into the head of the silver dragon, forming an earth-shattering blow!

The sword controlled by the sword slave is also not weak, and it has caught up with the silver dragon!

The two collided and canceled each other out, the silver dragon quickly shrank, and the sword slave's sword was also bounced away one by one.

In the end, the sword in Zheng Wouji's hand lost its sword energy, and only a bare sword remained, and the sword slave also lost the sword, leaving only the bare pole alone.

Rui Xue Jian continued to stab forward, and it was about to be stabbed in the face of the sword slave, and at this critical moment, the sword slave stretched out two iron hoop-like fingers and clamped the tip of Rui Xue's sword fiercely.

The tip of the sword stopped an inch in front of the sword slave's nose, unable to advance even a little further, and now it was time to simply compete with wrist strength and internal strength.

Zheng Wouji's internal strength was exhausted, and he was no longer able to fight, and the sword slave twisted his fingers, making a gesture to bounce him away. He couldn't resist the force of this bullet, and just when he was about to lose, he had an idea, and he made a fist in his sword, and punched the sword slave on the left cheek. He was tall and had long arms, and as soon as he leaned forward, his fist exceeded the length of the sword and smashed into the sword slave's face impartially.

The sword slave did not watch out for this punch, and was beaten solidly, and fell backwards, stepping on the edge of the ring with his heel. He secretly screamed badly, slapped his palm under him, bounced up with his strength, and landed in the ring again. He came back, but just now he had fallen, and he could only be regarded as losing.

Zheng Wuji was exhausted, and he used the Ruixue sword to pestle the ground, barely supporting his body and not falling down. He adjusted his breathing, felt a little better, and straightened up again. He is full of sharpness like a sword in his bones, how can he be willing to make a fool of himself in public.

This competition was the most intense and exciting of all the competitions. The people in the surrounding stands all applauded and burst into thunderous applause.

"You just knocked me out of the ring, you won this competition, you kid can beat me at a young age, you are really a demonic genius, a genius demon." The sword slave smiled and praised, not at all depressed by the defeat just now, but seemed very happy.

"If I win, I'll be able to put my sword back in its sheath." Zheng Wou-Ki didn't smile, nor did he seem very happy. He slowly inserted the Ruixue sword back into its sheath, calmly accepting the cheers from all directions. He valued the victory itself more than the praise of others.

The Zichu sword inserted in the Panlong Stone Tower witnessed the whole process of the competition, probably falling in love with Zheng Wouji, and the sword body emitted a cold light, and shook out bursts of buzzing.

"Hehe, it seems that Zichujian also likes you very much, it seems that this sword belongs to you." The sword slave laughed.

"This sword and this victory in the ring, I am determined to win." Zheng Wuji said.

Zhao Zheng was in the stands on the east side, staring at Zheng Wou-Ki in the ring, the battle just now had a great impact on him, Zheng Wou-Ki turned out to be more powerful than he imagined.

It seems that there is no hope of defeating Zheng Wou-Ki, even if he tries his best, it is impossible for him to surpass Zheng Wou-Ki in such a short period of time.

Fortunately, his goal was to get Zi Chu Sword, not to defeat Zheng Wouji.

There is a way to bypass Zheng Wouji's link and directly get Zichu Sword, but this method requires luck, and it requires a lot of luck.

Zhao Zheng has always been unlucky, but he must be lucky this time, otherwise he will miss out on Zi Chujian. (To be continued......)