The two fingers that held the sword were covered with pitch-black armor, which contrasted sharply with the shiny blade.

All this happened in the moment when everyone didn't have time to blink.

No one knows when this man appeared.

Song Xuesong was caught off guard by mending the knife after separating the winner and loser, and just when everyone thought that blood would be splashed on the spot, everything was frozen.

Compared to the radiant long sword, the hand holding the sword was unpretentious and unpretentious, and there was no momentum to speak of.

It's just plain and bland.

The sword gleamed in those hands, but it couldn't move a single point.

This scene was very strange, like a writhing poisonous snake that had been pinched by someone for seven inches accurately, and it was suddenly unable to move.

"Who? How dare you stop my sword? ”

Song Xuesong raised his head in disbelief, his face remained deliberately calm, but the actual anger could not be suppressed at all, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked a little distorted.

"Do you know what kind of sword this is?" The young man's voice was arrogant, revealing a hint of cruelty.

The stunned crowd followed his words and looked at his sword.

After the battle just now, everyone can notice that something is wrong with this sword.

Song Xuesong's swordsmanship is very ordinary, but this sword is not ordinary.

"The sword intent infused on it doesn't look like it was formed by Song Xuesong's true yuan," Hong Shan said in a low voice on the side.

The light of the sword was very unusual, as if it were alive, like a dream.

"It's a Phantom Sword!" Suddenly, an older student shouted.

Now everyone else reacted.

This sword is actually very famous, but because it has disappeared for too long, the current students have only heard it in rumors, and they haven't remembered it for a while.

"It's actually Chen Qing's sword?"

The surrounding students were talking, and Zhu Luan and others frowned on the side.

Zhu Luan knew this person.

The name Chen Qing is not only familiar in Huizhou, but also in the entire Great Zhou.

This person was the first martial champion of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the first grandmaster from Huizhou, but he left the Great Zhou Dynasty and went to Xiliang in his prime, abandoning the fame of the Great Zhou Dynasty to become a disciple of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

At that time, Xiliang and Da Zhou were still mortal enemies, and Chen Qing's move was tantamount to betrayal.

Because of this, Chen Qing was despised by the Great Zhou cultivation circles, and things about him were rarely mentioned.

But because he is really very famous, some people still recognize that the sword is the magic weapon that Chen Qing used to walk on the mainland when he was young, and it is called the Phantom Sword.

It is said that this sword is sealed with Chen Qing's sword qi, and the sword itself alone is extremely powerful, and when used properly, it can kill cultivators who have ascended to the extreme realm.

Now it seems that this legend is true.

This sword has not appeared in the territory of the Great Zhou for ten years.

And the reason for the disappearance......

Zhu Luan lowered his head slightly.

There are already well-informed students next to them who are beginning to introduce to others.

"It is said that it was because of the hidden sword that Princess Yingluan lost, and I swore that I would never use this sword to enter the Great Zhou ...... again"

"Why did this sword appear again at this time......"

"Princess Yingluan has been dead for ten years after all......"

"But......" a student looked at the picture on the stage and asked, "In that case, how did this sword be taken so easily?" ”

This is also a question for everyone.

"Who the hell is this man?" Looking at the man in black armor on the stage, everyone was puzzled.

Someone poked him, "Shh, can you also inquire about the identity of the black guard?" ”

As soon as the three words of the black armor guard came out, everyone felt a little cold in their vests and closed their mouths.

"This is not ......" Although the black armor guard on the stage did not take down the face armor, Duan Lizheng still recognized him.

After all, that size and temperament are very special.

"Captain Mu," the examiner next to him also recognized it, and hurriedly walked to Mu Xin's side and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's okay," Mu Xin held the sword motionless, and his voice didn't make any waves, "Go and save people." ”

The official and the military general immediately went to carry Xu Wuyang, who was lying on the ground and did not know the personnel.

Seeing that the person was about to be carried away, Song Xuesong stopped doing it, and looked at Mu Xindao with his coldest gaze, "The competition is not over yet, and the other party has not admitted defeat, why should it be terminated?" ”

However, the black armor guard on the high platform ignored Song Xuesong's clamour, and just glanced at the official and military attache behind him.

The officials and military attachés immediately sped up.

"Who the hell are you? Can the Black Guards do whatever they want? Song Xuesong asked.

However, the other party ignored him, no matter how Song Xuesong moved or broke out the true yuan, the phantom sword was as if it was fixed, and it was held motionless in Mu Xin's hand, and he couldn't even pull it out.

After Xu Wuyang was carried down, Mu Xin let go of his hand and turned to leave without saying a word.

Everyone in the audience pointed and pointed, and many people's eyes chased this black-armored guard, which was completely different from the picture that Song Xuesong had expected before, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, raised his sword again, and stabbed it towards the black-armored guard's vest.

No matter how thick the armor he wears and how high his realm is, this encounter of not dying can make him suffer a little.

This gloomy scene appeared on the high platform, and everyone's exclamations were still stuck in their throats-

Mu Xin's figure disappeared from the spot.

Then the next second, he almost ghostly appeared in front of Song Xuesong, his big iron claw-like hand grabbed the hilt of the phantom sword, and his wrist flipped.

The severe pain hit, and Song Xuesong only felt that life was worse than death.

Song Xuesong's hand let go, and the phantom sword went into the hands of the black armor guard.

His movements were so crisp and fast that few people could see clearly, just as no one could see how he got to the stage in the first place.

Song Xuesong's eyes were split, and he looked at the sword in Mu Xin's hand extremely nervously.

And then the next moment......

An incomparably precious sword that once belonged to the Grandmaster......

was thrown to the ground by Mu Xin without hesitation.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

And Mu Xin was like a child who forgot to go home for play, looked at Song Xuesong and said, "Hurry up and go down after the competition." ”

The Black Armor Guard's voice was as cold as his armor, "If the opponent falls to the ground and strikes again, don't compare." ”

With that, he left.

There was silence on and off the stage.

"It's really a tyrannical thing," Hong Shan on the side shook his head, "I actually held the phantom sword and was caught empty-handed." ”

Duan Lizheng glanced at him. He more or less knew in his heart that Song Xuesong couldn't be blamed for this, although it was true that this sword didn't even show half of its strength in that person's hands.

Song Xuesong was stunned on the high platform, and finally under the urging of the examiner, he gritted his teeth and picked up the sword and left.

But his eyes became more resentful.

When the bell rings, the exam continues, and compared to the first three, this rarely happens again.

It wasn't until the middle of the day that Zhu Luan felt a little hungry that the first round of the battle ended.

In addition to the twelve people who had a bye, there were a total of fifty-two people left.

So far, the number of candidates who have entered the second round of the battle is 64.

There is a short break after the first round. And many of the remaining candidates looked at Zhu Luan and the others.

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