She longs to fight him.

I also longed to never meet him for the best.

Because with the experience and insight of her previous life, she can roughly see the strength of almost everyone here at this moment.

But there was only one person she couldn't.

It's just him, and she can't do it for the time being.

Zhu Luan clenched the scabbard of the naked sword beside him and stared at the expressionless man in front of him.

It's not that she doesn't have enough experience, it's that she doesn't have enough ability at this time.

Because he is, she has not seen the grandmaster.

Even if it is a temporary grandmaster now, as long as she has fought in her previous life, she can calculate the height of the current opponent.

But Song Huaizhu, as a nascent grandmaster, has stepped into her blind spot.

With her extreme body, she couldn't spy on him.

Looking at the long knife at his waist, Zhu Luan used to have an extremely familiar feeling, but this feeling was different.

He is not looking at the sea.

Not any of the possible disciples of the Fanyin Temple that she knew.

Who the hell is he?

Who the hell is it?

When the icy storm instantly enveloped the high platform, all the Huizhou teenagers were also asking.

Duan Lizheng's eyes surged with fierce light, and the cold moon was buzzing around his waist.

A desperate and fierce sword roar.

If Duan Lizheng once had a glimmer of hope for this doomed war, his hope was shattered when he saw Zhu Luan's expression facing Song Huaizhu.

Yes, before Song Huaizhu drew his sword, Duan Lizheng understood.

Faster than Song Huaizhu's knife was the girl's determination.

And her determination is the man's ruthlessness.

Duan Lizheng desperately suppressed the vibration of the cold moon on his waist, he didn't need to look at Song Huaizhu's movements, because he knew.

In this place, apart from the monk, the person who knows the man best.

It's her.

It's her.

She knew it from the beginning.

That man would never show mercy to her men.

That night in Daming Palace, Duan Lizheng realized one thing. That is, there is an inexplicable understanding between Zhu Luan and Song Huaizhu.

Although this understanding made him feel bitter, it was also Duan Lizheng's last hope for this battle.

He didn't know what the past was between Zhu Luan and Song Huaizhu, although there was little hope, but he still guessed whether Song Huaizhu would have at least a little bit, just a little bit, and he couldn't bear to start.

But he turned out to be wrong.

Although I don't want to admit it, this man is at least a little similar to him.

Damn similar.

With her, it is even more similar.

It is they who will not show mercy to their opponents.

The next moment he saw Zhu Luan's expression, the terrible storm struck, so fast that one second people were still exclaiming for the opening bell, and the next second the appearance of the high platform changed.

This is the deep-sea realm that Duan Lizheng has seen side by side with Zhu Luan, but it is completely different from the methods that Song Huaizhu has shown so far.

The huge difference made everyone gasp, hold their breath, and even their eyes bulged out!

You know, it's midday.

Who would have thought that the sun was scorching just now, and now it is actually ......

If there is a sentence that can describe the world in front of Zhu Luan at this time.

That is.

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Zhu Luan didn't breathe.

This is the silent battle that she had ever seen, that belonged to this man.

And more violently than anything she had seen before.

Cold.

Terrible.

Leave no stone unturned.

It was on that snowy night that she had seen the terrible power of leveling the entire forest.

No, did you use that power?

Zhu Luan's pupils shrank.

On the back of her sword-holding hand, for the first time, ice particles condensed from sweat appeared, revealing the man's terrifying talent.

And Zhu Luan's heart was turbulent.

This was the first survivor she had ever seen of the frozen prison, and it was also the first time in her previous life that she had seen a man who had used the cold poison that could kill people to release his own power.

What did this person go through?

Every time you take a step closer to this person, you can be shocked by the sheer size of the iceberg beneath the water's surface, and behind this iceberg, everything hidden is unimaginable.

"What is this doing?" On the observation deck, Empress Sima was stunned and looked at the two people facing each other motionless on the high platform, frowning and speaking.

"Why don't you start yet?" Princess An Ning on the side was also dissatisfied with her words.

"It's not that there is no beginning." At this time, the Xiliang Sword Saint, who had been silent, spoke for the first time.

The old man's vision was distant and complicated.

"It's that it's over."

It's all over.

Monk Xuezhai exhaled under the high platform, his expression complicated.

This is a battle that everyone is looking at, and in the original thoughts of Monk Xuezhai, it is also possible to turn into a fierce battle.

But he didn't expect that the senior brother not only did not keep his hand as he feared.

At the beginning, the strongest means were thrown.

True Yuan exploded, full force, and even used cold poison.

This is indeed Song Huaizhu's strongest fighting style, and this is indeed the strongest fighting method of the Mercy Sword master.

A combat style that does not give the opponent any chance and defeats them in the most comfortable way.

But it was not what Monk Xuezhai thought of, the way the senior brother would deal with Zhu Luan, a woman.

He thought that his senior brother had changed, but at this time, the senior brother on the high platform seemed to have not changed. It seems that after losing that person, he buried all his feelings, a compassionate person.

Inflicting the greatest blow on the enemy is the mercy of the battle.

Let everything end in the fastest time.

Song Huaizhu's means seemed to be invisible, but it was the real power of thunder, looking at the girl who stood motionless and couldn't even draw her sword, a sympathetic light crossed the eyes of Monk Xuezhai.

He knew very well that she couldn't move at all at this time.

Before the girl could make a move, she was frozen on the high platform by Song Huaizhu.

There is no slightest tolerance, the strongest means. She couldn't even move a single strand of hair at this point.

Monk Xuezhai has a gloomy gaze.

Everything hasn't started yet, it's over.

After such a freeze, it is a unilateral end.

Zhu Luan quietly watched the man who was walking towards him step by step with a long knife in his hand.

Duan Lizheng, who was on the high platform, closed his eyes, but forced himself to open them the next moment.

He hoped he didn't understand, but in front of his eyes, it seemed that the figure of a girl who was bloodied under the Seven Killing Sword appeared in front of him.

This torture of each other.

Let's finish as fast as possible.

He was like this when he took the township test, and was the same with the man when he was going to test?

Song Huaizhu's fierceness is so quiet, but it is so sharp.

"After all, it's not my opponent." Looking at Zhu Luan, who was staring at him quietly, the thick fog in Song Huaizhu's eyes fluttered, and he spoke softly.

"Give it up."

Zhu Luan was stunned.

It was only a short moment, but she seemed to see a flash of unfamiliar emotions in those eyes.

Is that...... What the?

Is that......

However, the next moment, before she could remember, Song Huaizhu's long knife had already been raised and slashed at her mercilessly.

In the screams of the women, Zhu Luan did not close his eyes, and the long knife slashed down like this, and the last second when the snowy blade was about to touch her neck.

Zhu Luan suddenly opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything yet.

Flashes of lightning.

A loud roar suddenly sounded in mid-air!