No one thought of this picture in front of them.

The tip of the girl's sword literally disappeared into the boy's chest.

Straight center mouth.

At that moment, the entire platform felt as if it was in another dimension.

Everyone watched all this in disbelief.

The township test is indeed cruel, but it is the first time that such a straightforward and undisguised murder scene has appeared.

"Murdered!" "What's going on!"

The people on the side of the high platform were panicked.

Killed!

Even if you are a cultivator at the peak of the Transformation Yuan, you will die if you are pierced through the heart!

It's better to say that as long as a person is stabbed like this, it will be difficult to live!

It's so ruthless......

Everyone was shocked, the reversal happened in an instant, and many people hadn't reacted yet, how could it be that the powerful one was killed back?

Didn't this woman just come out with her first sword?

Many of the candidates had their mouths open and did not speak.

Speechless.

Not far away, the cries of the students of East Lake Academy were heard.

There was a dead silence on the observation deck, and the next moment an official woke up like a dream, rushed to Mu Xin, and pushed the black armor guard sitting on the stool, "Captain Mu, what are you still doing here?" Go and save people! ”

The civil official yelled, "Someone has died!" ”

Mu Xin sat still, and his eyes under the armor glanced at the man without a trace of waves.

The civil official had completely lost his composure, wondering why this reaction, could it be that the black armor guards regarded human life like a mustard as rumored?

Or is the boy on the high platform hopeless?

That's a rare genius in Huizhou!

How was it so simple to be killed or by a woman?

The civil official's eyes were torn, "Why don't you move?" Let's see if we can get it back! Go ......."

Fang Bonian also couldn't bear to look at Mu Xin, but found that Du Haoqian on the side was also motionless.

The old man had a strange feeling in his heart.

Don't......

At this moment, Du Haoqian raised his hand, glanced at the civil official who was pushing Mu Xin, and said in a deep voice, "No need to go." ”

Don't have to go?!

The civilian officer looked at the young and dignified soldier of the military department.

Don't......

Everyone stiffened their heads and looked at the high platform not far away. At this time, Duan Lizheng and the others on the side of the high platform did not move, but just stared at the stage.

How can it be......

On the high platform, Liang Ziliang stood stiffly in place, his face as pale as a dead man.

His eyes moved downwards to the iron sword against his chest, and then down to a flash of light that landed at his feet.

That flash of light stung the eyes of all the high-level cultivators.

It was a severed sword.

"No need to go," Du Haoqian said lightly, "The person is not dead." ”

Not dead?

Hearing this, the civil official opened his mouth wide, as if he had been burned, and loosened the black armor of the wooden heart, and his eyes rolled several times before he stammered, "I know how Liang Ziliang could be stabbed so easily......

"Stabbed." Du Haoqian interrupted him.

The eyes of the military attachés were extremely complicated.

That sword is a killer sword.

There is no such thing as a fake.

At that moment, Liang Ziliang really felt that something had penetrated his heart.

In fact, it will really be penetrated.

"If that sword hadn't broke." Under the high stage, Duan Lizheng said lightly.

The audience screamed and cried, and the next moment, the audience was in an uproar.

Duan Lizheng's fist clenched on his side, and his gaze once again fell uncontrollably to the sword bundle beside him.

He didn't know how many people understood, and he didn't know if he guessed right.

But at this moment, he finally understood why this woman was carrying so many swords.

Duan Lizheng had always felt strange before.

For a swordsman, the sword is the path of a practitioner. In a battle, if the sword is broken, the damage to the Dao Heart is indescribable.

For swordsmen with weak endurance, when the sword is broken, it is when they are defeated. Therefore, a mature swordsman will not break his sword many times in a battle.

"I actually saved the other party's life by breaking my own sword by myself." In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, the monk in the robe folded his hands and said to the man next to him with a sigh.

Of course, he could see what was happening at that moment, and at the moment when the sword was about to stab the little boy's heart, the woman instantly raised her true yuan and shattered the iron sword in her hand.

"This little girl is really a ruthless person." Even the monk Xuezhai couldn't help but admire.

The sword is irreversible, and the sword is broken.

It's ruthless.

Song Huaizhu closed his eyes and did not speak.

"Why did she do this...... "Someone in the stunned officials under the high stage asked stunned.

Everyone's eyes were on Du Haoqian.

Why? The long-sleeved soldier who was good at dancing was rarely silent.

Then he looked up...... He glanced at the black guards who were sitting on a chair like a reef not far away.

He wasn't the woman, so he didn't know why.

But he had a guess.

Duan Lizheng, who was under the high stage, also had a guess.

The speculation made his expression even more grim. Thinking of the various experiences he had with her before, this guess in his heart became more and more profound.

It was as if he had finally gotten a glimpse of what was different from them in this woman.

Her way of fighting.

The reference level of this battle is not as good as the previous performance in Dusk Cloud Tower, not to mention the swordsmanship of this sect, this woman has not even used anything that can be called swordsmanship.

But it made him have such an idea in a trance.

This girl probably doesn't know any other way to fight.

On the observation deck, Du Haoqian's lips also moved slightly.

His voice was extremely quiet.

Even the Grandmaster couldn't hear what he was saying.

It was a long time ago, forgotten by countless people, the slogan of an army built by that man.

Blood spattered, never dying.

This is the ultimate sword.

The Sword of Death.

But what now?

After a short pause, everyone looked at the two people on the stage who were deadlocked.

This reversal is truly powerful...... But now the question is......

Zhu Luan's sword broke.

Liang Ziliang is not dead.

Nor did it fall

Then this battle is not over.

The second round is a real duel, which will only end if one side falls or concedes defeat.

So it's all back to square one?

How will these two people choose?

More people looked at Liang Ziliang's hand holding the hilt of the sword, thinking that they could pull out the sword in the next moment.

Then the situation on the stage will usher in a new reversal.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

And Liang Ziliang on the high platform had a pale face, felt the wild beating of his heart, and tightened the fingers holding the hilt of the sword again, he had never felt that his body was so heavy, his fingers were so stiff, but he was indeed alive, and he still had the strength to draw the sword.

So he's ready to pull ......

"I advise you not to do that." And at the moment when he was about to draw his sword, the girl with her head down in front of him suddenly said.

Liang Ziliang raised his head excitedly, and Zhu Luan glanced behind him.

She looked at the third sword on the stage, the last sword she had brought with her.

"This is the last one," Zhu Luan raised his head to look at him and said seriously, "There is no other sword that can be broken." ”

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