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The second sword came.

It was as if dark clouds were gathering in the sky, and thunder was booming and falling.

Just by looking at the sword intent, you can feel the terrifying power.

Zhu Luan looked at Duan Lizheng's bloody back, and only had time to shout a word.

"At this level, the cold moon will not break!"

It won't break.

Trust her.

She didn't have time to say the rest of the words, and she didn't know if the young man who loved swords would believe it.

And as soon as she finished speaking, the moon rose again in the infinite darkness.

The moon is in the sky, blocking the darkness.

There was a loud bang, and everyone covered their ears with a splitting headache.

The cold moon trembled violently, and the trembling looked terrified, but ...... It's really not broken.

The slender sword gave birth to a soft force, as bright and powerful as the moonlight, blocking the terrifying sword light from the body.

But even if the sword in his hand would not break, Duan Lizheng couldn't take that move, let alone bounce it away.

That black sword light was a sword technique that Duan Lizheng had never seen before, and the black sword light and the cold moon were deadlocked, chasing souls and tarsal bones, and the pain was in the bone marrow.

The terrifying sword intent seeped into Duan Lizheng's wrist along the hilt.

His sleeves shattered in an instant, his muscles trembled, and the unspeakable pain went up his forearm and spread to his shoulder, just for a short moment, Duan Lizheng felt as if all the bones in his hand were broken.

He could no longer hold the hilt of his sword, and with a thud, Hanyue walked away.

The silver-white sword fell to the ground, losing its original brilliance.

Duan Lizheng looked at the love sword that fell for the first time on the ground, and closed his eyes tightly.

For the swordsman, just that moment, his Dao heart was greatly impacted.

The black sword light grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep scar on his bones.

If it weren't for the cold moon, he would have been hurt even more, and the cutie sword would have hurt him even more physically and mentally.

But the boy's body trembled for only a moment, and then he straightened his spine again.

His back is like the green pine in front of the mountain gate of Ziyang Academy, even if the lightning and thunder roar, and all the branches are chopped off, it is still majestic.

"It's a real obstacle." In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, the man in black frowned, "It's just a matter of reaching the extreme, and you're still meddling." ”

"Second Prince Duan is Miss Zhu Jiu's fiancé," the young man hanging upside down under the tree said expressionlessly, and there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

"I forgot about it," the man in black had a hint of interest in his eyes, and his eyes moved to the girl standing up behind the boy.

"That's quite interesting," the man in black said as he stared at Zhu Luan.

"Then kill him."

……

……

The unidentified Grandmaster really wanted to kill them.

Just when Duan Lizheng endured the pain and bent down to touch the hilt of Han Yue's sword again.

The deadly black sword light struck again.

The battle for lives is not over.

This is no longer a township test, the surrounding people have become a mess, and they all rely on the silver armor guards to maintain order, and Du Haoqian and Mu Xin joined in to barely control the scene.

This was the most terrible day in the history of the Huizhou Township Examination.

Duan Lizheng clenched Han Yue, but he knew that he couldn't hide this time no matter what.

The Grandmaster didn't give it his all.

He knew that.

But even so, you can still play with them in the palm of your hand.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, each sword increases its power.

The black sword light carried an incomparable evil aura and an unimaginably thick true element.

Countless birds flew out of the forest, desperately fleeing with their terrible chirps.

The Grandmaster was furious and bled out.

Who can stop the power of heaven and earth?

Duan Lizheng had never seen such a sword, and he had never seen such a swordsmanship.

He couldn't imagine what kind of sword technique could resist such a sword light that seemed to devour everything?

When this sword arrived, he was unexpectedly calm.

He never imagined that his township test would end in such a way.

But even if he is defeated, he can't retreat today.

There are thousands of people in the audience, and there are ...... behind them A woman with whom he was betrothed.

Duan Lizheng looked at the black sword light that was rushing towards him, he still didn't understand why this happened, maybe it was really towards that woman at the beginning. But at this time, the thunderous fury was completely directed towards him.

It's probably fate.

Duan Lizheng calmly picked up the sword on the ground and held it across his chest.

Zhu Luan looked at the young man's back, she didn't think it was fate.

Because fate has never been good to her.

Nor will she let those people involve those around her in the so-called fate.

She had to make a choice, and the best option for her didn't exist in the first place.

……

……

There was also a pavilion on the mountainside a hundred zhang away from the Yanwu platform, and a man standing inside pulled out a knife.

Then the next moment, the hilt of the knife was held down by a white hand.

"What are you doing here?" Song Huaizhu stared coldly at the junior brother in front of him.

Monk Xuezhai's eyes met Song Huaizhu's misty eyes, and his expression was complicated.

"What are you going to do?" He just kept the true yuan infused in his palm and asked as it was.

Song Huaizhu did not speak.

But his grip on the hilt of the knife did not let go.

Monk Xuezhai closed his eyes, and then opened them.

His voice was colder than Song Huaizhu's eyes.

"Don't tell me you don't know what it means for the Grandmaster to go to war." Monk Xuezhai said expressionlessly.

The Grandmaster's war is an earth-shattering event.

If the Grandmaster moves his true character, this mountain, these people, will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Song Huaizhu was still silent.

"What's more......" Monk Xuezhai was silent for a moment.

"You should have seen with your own eyes what terrible consequences can be caused by the battle of grandmasters of different countries", Xue Zhai said coldly.

Song Huaizhu's fingers holding the hilt of the sword moved slightly.

The warning in the eyes of the monk Xuezhai was even stronger, "Once you make a move, it's not just your problem!" ”

He was never alone.

"Senior brother, you are no longer a cultivator of the Ascending Extreme Realm," Monk Xuezhai said with a slightly softened expression.

An unknown light flashed in Song Huaizhu's eyes and closed his eyes.

But the next moment he still tightened his grip on the hilt.

"You ......" Monk Xuezhai was stunned.

However, before he could react, a trace of disbelief suddenly crossed Song Huaizhu's eyes, and he looked at the high platform in the distance.

Then Monk Xuezhai raised his head as if he sensed something.

How is that possible?

……

……

Facing the roaring killing intent. Duan Lizheng placed his sword in his chest and began to raise the true yuan of his whole body.

The cold moon once again shone brightly.

This is a battle that is sure to be lost.

The black sword light had arrived, and the terrifying True Yuan collision caused a huge amount of smoke and dust to rise on the high platform, and a fire that had not yet been extinguished floated from the lamp tree next to the high platform.

In the evil and treacherous but indeed mysterious and profound sword intent, Duan Lizheng felt the difference in the realm.

He can't be this man's opponent now.

The sound of a bell.

Cold Moon took off again.

Black sword light greeted him.

All this was about to end, and Duan Lizheng closed his eyes in the bright white light.

Surrounded by the panicked wails of the people, but because of the absolute impact of the True Yuan, Duan Lizheng's ears were dead silent.

I don't know how long it took in a dead silence, but the end did not come.

The imaginary thunder did not come.

Duan Lizheng opened his eyes and saw a picture that he would never forget in his life.

In the dazzling white light, a slender figure stood in front of him.

Keep him at your back.

Zhu Luan clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then with a strange gesture, her sword burst through the air at a speed he had never seen before.

It was a sword that was familiar and unfamiliar to him, like night.

However, Duan Lizheng seemed to have hallucinations, and after this dark night, a faint light appeared on the dividing line.

Day and night alternate, a faint morning light.

However, Dawn is just the beginning.

The darkness is pierced.

Before the blade of the sword, a red sun rose.

It is not the morning sun that is not the sunset, but the hottest and most dazzling scorching sun that belongs to the noonday.

This woman's own swordsmanship.

Finally appeared.

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