Just before the screams of the people on the side of the ring exploded, Ji Jiashu realized that something was wrong when he found the girl next to him. Today is now the third time, Ying Baoyue thought that she would never see this one again, after all, it was the Northern Wei Dynasty people on the stage.

But this one still appeared.

At the next moment when the girl's expression changed, Ji Jiashu heard a very subtle sound of breaking the air, the sound was too subtle, and he couldn't detect it if it wasn't for the third time, and the young man's pupils shrank at the moment he noticed it.

Because he already knows what it is.

Poison Needle!

No one expected that the poisonous needle that appeared for the first time when Yeluqi, the little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, attacked Xu Yishan, actually shot at Meng Shi from the crowd when Meng Shi, who was also a member of the Northern Wei Dynasty, stepped down!

In the ring, Meng Shi's pupils shrank, and he also discovered it when he was targeted by that killing intent, but the speed of the blow arrow was so fast, it was almost instantaneous, and if it was not discovered in advance, it could not be prevented at all.

But what kind of person is it that can be spotted before being targeted by a poison needle?

When he was really targeted, he realized how difficult it was for the girl to dodge the poison needle in the moment he did before.

Everything happened too fast.

Meng Shi drew his sword out of its sheath, but with his realm, it was still a step too late.

Ying Xun behind him also found out, he stretched out his hand, but he still didn't catch up.

All this happened too quickly, it was only a momentary time for high-level cultivators, and by the third time, although Ji Jiashu had checked in advance, it was the Northern Wei people or the stepson who was targeted on the stage, and he couldn't immediately decide whether to come to the rescue, and the girl beside him didn't speak......

Placket......

Ji Jiashu's eyes were stunned, and in a very short period of time, he saw Ying Baoyue slightly opening her lips out of the corner of his eye, but just before she spoke, she seemed to notice something else.

The next moment, it was as if she was responding to her feelings.

A bright sword light swept through the entire ring! Instantly illuminate the entire Southern Chu Imperial Prayer Province!

The young man and girl by the window opened their eyes wide, and the sword wind blew out the lamps and trees by the stage, but when the night was shrouded, the snow-white sword light was dazzling, enough to steal everyone's attention.

With a soft ding, two pieces of jet-black detritus that only cultivators could see fell on the ring.

Ji Jiashu focused on his eyes, and his heart was shocked the moment he saw it.

Under that sword light, the poisonous needle that melted into the night was also split in two.

Being able to split the shot poison needle in half in an instant only proves that the speed and accuracy of this sword are terrifyingly high.

"This ...... What kind of sword is this? Only then did the other cultivators react, and Chen Zichu was speechless in surprise as he looked at the sword marks on the ring that almost split the table in two.

A sword mark that ran through the ten-zhang square ring was actually used to split a small poisonous needle.

However, it still did it, which was enough to make the hearts of all cultivators who understood this sword chill from the bottom of their hearts.

And at that moment just now, that sword was actually discovered after the poisonous needle was shot, and the poisonous needle shot out in front but was overtaken, proving how fast this sword is! It's obviously such a powerful sword, but it's faster than a needle!

What's even more terrifying is that this sword is not from the hand of Meng Shi, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Looking at this scene, there was only one question in the minds of all cultivators.

What kind of sword is this? Whose sword is this.

In the ring, Meng Shi held the hilt of the sword and looked at the sword marks on the ground and was stunned, his eyes were surprised but not surprised, and when the murderous sword hit just now, he did not dodge.

Although he didn't expect it, he knew this sword in his heart.

The man who drew the sword was someone he knew.

Ji Jiashu pinched the window frame tightly, but noticed that Yingyue next to him was looking into the distance by the railing, looking in the next direction of the ring, and he looked at her gaze, slightly stunned.

Just on the northeast side under the ring, there was a young man with a sword standing, and he didn't have a strong aura on his body with his head down.

There were very few people around him, and at this time, the people who were a little closer to him also noticed something and looked at it, but the moment they saw the young man's face, they showed a trace of disgust and retreated a little further.

Ying Baoyue's gaze stared at him quietly.

"This person is ......" Chen Zichu also noticed Ying Baoyue's gaze at this time.

"Mo Hua?"

"Is that sword just now ......?"

Ji Jiashu looked at the young man holding the sword in the corner and said, "It's him." ”

Although he had heard that there was such a character in this year's team of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there had never been a famous young genius on the mainland who had ever called this name before, so he didn't pay much attention to it. I even heard that because of his ugly appearance, he was disliked in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he just followed his stepson in the Northern Wei Dynasty every day, and those who didn't know thought it was Meng Shi's follower.

The Northern Wei saintess who had just competed for the first battle Meng Shi was ready to let Mo Hua appear was dissatisfied, which showed that no one in the Northern Wei team trusted his strength.

But he is such a young man who is not good-looking, no one thought that he would be amazing if he didn't make a move.

It's such an amazing sword.

Ying Baoyue looked at Mo Hua who was standing behind the crowd, just when Meng Shi, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, was attacked by a poisonous needle shot by a black hand in the crowd from nowhere, the young man swung a sword to protect his stepson before everyone else.

In the ring, Meng Shi looked at Mo Hua from a distance, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

Looking at Mo Hua, who was walking to the ring with his sword separated from the crowd, Meng Shi said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Mo Hua shook his head, "Just let me fight this one at the beginning, and you'll be fine, senior brother." ”

If he is allowed to fight this one, maybe he can win too.

Ji Jiashu in the Wuyi Pavilion stared at the young man walking towards the ring, and the sword light just now appeared in front of him, and his eyes were slightly sunken.

"It's actually this Mo Hua ......" Chen Zichu frowned and looked downstairs, the ceremonial official was panicked and instructed the palace people to relight the lamp, under the light, the young man's face was dark and unremarkable, and he couldn't see that he could use such a powerful sword technique.

But he hasn't seen this swordsmanship yet.

"What the hell was that sword just now?" Chen Zichu looked at Ji Jiashu, and Ying Baoyue and Xu Yishan also looked at it together.

"Thunder Sword? How come I haven't seen it? He asked, confused.

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But he is such a young man who is not good-looking, no one thought that he would be amazing if he didn't make a move.

It's such an amazing sword.

Ying Baoyue looked at Mo Hua who was standing behind the crowd, just when Meng Shi, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, was attacked by a poisonous needle shot by a black hand in the crowd from nowhere, the young man swung a sword to protect his stepson before everyone else.

In the ring, Meng Shi looked at Mo Hua from a distance, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

Looking at Mo Hua, who was walking to the ring with his sword separated from the crowd, Meng Shi said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Mo Hua shook his head, "Just let me fight this one at the beginning, and you'll be fine, senior brother." ”

If he is allowed to fight this one, maybe he can win too.

Ji Jiashu in the Wuyi Pavilion stared at the young man walking towards the ring, and the sword light just now appeared in front of him, and his eyes were slightly sunken.

"It's actually this Mo Hua ......" Chen Zichu frowned and looked downstairs, the ceremonial official was panicked and instructed the palace people to relight the lamp, under the light, the young man's face was dark and unremarkable, and he couldn't see that he could use such a powerful sword technique.

But he hasn't seen this swordsmanship yet.

"What the hell was that sword just now?" Chen Zichu looked at Ji Jiashu, and Ying Baoyue and Xu Yishan also looked at it together.

"Thunder Sword? How come I haven't seen it? He asked, confused. But he is such a young man who is not good-looking, no one thought that he would be amazing if he didn't make a move.

It's such an amazing sword.

Ying Baoyue looked at Mo Hua who was standing behind the crowd, just when Meng Shi, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, was attacked by a poisonous needle shot by a black hand in the crowd from nowhere, the young man swung a sword to protect his stepson before everyone else.

In the ring, Meng Shi looked at Mo Hua from a distance, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

Looking at Mo Hua, who was walking to the ring with his sword separated from the crowd, Meng Shi said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Mo Hua shook his head, "Just let me fight this one at the beginning, and you'll be fine, senior brother." ”

If he is allowed to fight this one, maybe he can win too.

Ji Jiashu in the Wuyi Pavilion stared at the young man walking towards the ring, and the sword light just now appeared in front of him, and his eyes were slightly sunken.

"It's actually this Mo Hua ......" Chen Zichu frowned and looked downstairs, the ceremonial official was panicked and instructed the palace people to relight the lamp, under the light, the young man's face was dark and unremarkable, and he couldn't see that he could use such a powerful sword technique.

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