Zhu Luan did not have the intention of laughing at Song Xuesong.

Although Song Xuesong's hostility towards her was strong, she didn't care much.

Because other people's feelings have nothing to do with her, how he thinks of her has nothing to do with her, and it will not affect the outcome of the battle, so she has never wasted time on these meaningless things.

Princess Jinyang squinted at the woman in the center of the high platform, and remembered the old minister's evaluation of Princess Yingluan when she was a child.

As long as you have watched her fight, you will understand.

Anything other than shooting during the battle was boring and boring for her.

So if she speaks, every word is what she calmly judges to remind her opponent.

In the previous battle with Liang Ziliang, she proved this with facts.

And now, she said that Song Xuesong is not her opponent, and she has no other meaning, it is really her judgment and hopes that Song Xuesong will admit defeat.

"What the hell was she thinking? Do you want Song Xuesong to admit defeat? ”

"Too arrogant, isn't it? Where does she get her confidence? ”

On the observation deck, the silver armor guard beside Mu Xin frowned and said, "What an unreasonable little girl." ”

It is indeed very unreasonable, even if the phantom sword has been broken, but with Song Xuesong's true yuan and swordsmanship, even the broken sword can clean her up, she has obviously suffered so much before, why does she feel that she has won the game?

The Pure Sword is not a magic sword that is injected into the original owner's true yuan like a phantom sword, and whether she can control it is another matter.

Unless......

"Then again, why didn't she use the Jade Meteor?" Hong Shan looked at Nian Huazang puzzled on the stage.

"How do I know?" Nian Huazang said impatiently.

Nian Huazang had a conjecture in his heart, but the conjecture was too outrageous, as if to prove a guess that he had been unwilling to admit, so he didn't say it.

Do you want to hide and kill the enemy with one blow like before? Hong Shan was puzzled.

But at this time, between Zhu Luan's tattered clothes and bare arms, there was no shadow of the jade meteor.

"This man...... I won't bring it......" Hong Shan said in disbelief.

This......

Duan Lizheng held his forehead, this woman is really possible.

"Maybe......" Li Wenyao, who was silent at this time, suddenly spoke, "It's because Song Gongzi is a fellow disciple of the Taiping Mountain House." ”

Everyone was stunned, after Mao Xingsheng used the jade meteor without scruples, if this woman really didn't use it for this reason......

It's kind of ironic.

"Miss Nine should want to win with swordsmanship," Li Wenyao continued, who was amazed.

Duan Lizheng glanced at Li Wenyao and didn't ask him why he said this.

I don't know why Duan Lizheng felt that this friend was a little abnormal today.

Li Wenyao didn't know Duan Lizheng's guess, and his eyes couldn't take his eyes off the black sword on Zhu Luan's waist.

He couldn't care about anything else, just lost in his own thoughts.

He never imagined that he would be able to see this sword in his lifetime.

When he was five years old, he saw the sword drawing technique for the first time in his life - to be honest, he didn't see the girl's shot clearly at that time, only saw the sword light that swirled out of the black scabbard as dazzling as if it came from the sky, and in the sword light and the girl's eyes, the blood burned like flames......

At that time, he decided that when he grew up, he must learn this trick.

But before he became a practitioner, the person he wanted to apprentice to disappear from this world.

But he didn't give up, searched for all the martial scriptures he could find, consulted all the division commanders, and found that he couldn't reach that realm with a sword, so he abandoned his sword and used a knife, and did everything he could for this move.

So he knew that this trick was not the end.

It's that he's only learned to go this far.

"When you become a cultivator, I'll show you the rest of the story." That year, the girl and the toddler said so.

It's just that he doesn't fight for anger, and the speed of gathering qi is too slow, and he doesn't see the end.

It's not over yet.

"It's not over yet." On the high platform, Song Xuesong gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think you can win like this?" ”

Song Xuesong stared at Zhu Luan, the broken sword in his hand trembled slightly, and just after three breaths, dozens of sword lights reappeared, surrounding the girl on the opposite side in all directions.

It is not a strong wind, but it is better than a strong wind.

The storm is back.

"This is the real cultivator!" There were people on the observation deck who clapped their hands in admiration.

"Sure enough, the mind of the eldest prince of Song is also very tenacious and mature......"

If ordinary cultivators, especially young people, have their swords broken in the ring, they will basically not be able to get up again.

The broken sword is more of a psychological frustration than a physical blow, and it is an unbearable burden for those teenagers who claim to be geniuses.

Although Song Xuesong's realm is here, the psychological advantage can still be maintained, but he can regroup so quickly and use such a subtle sword technique with a broken sword...... It's breathtaking.

Zhu Luan stood in place with the hilt of the sword in her hand, she still didn't draw the sword, and everyone felt a little hairy in their hearts when she stood there now.

In the next second, the snowy sword light intertwined in mid-air into a terrifying rain curtain.

The speed was so fast that even the afterimage disappeared without a trace.

The air was severed, leaving behind the terrible sound of the wind.

Sneer......

Zhu Luan drew ten swords in a row.

Draw the sword so fast that you can't see clearly, in an instant, ten swords.

The results are both striking and not spectacular.

What is amazing is her speed and accuracy.

Each sword is mighty to meet with the mysterious sword light that comes from countless strange angles from all directions.

What is not amazing is the result.

How does the sword light of the broken sword match the sword body of the naked sword?

Nature is broken and cannot be broken again.

The examinees in the audience change color.

And the expressions of the teenagers under the tree have also changed subtly.

The sword body breaks the sword light of the sword, even if the true yuan is very different, but it is not impossible.

But something seems to be wrong.

"This ...... Could it be a coincidence? Hong Shan laughed dryly and glanced at Nian Huazang, "She shouldn't have been passed on the Divine Sword, right?" ”

Nianhua clenched his fists in his sleeves and shook his head.

The Divine Sword cannot be practiced unless it has been in the Taiping Mountain House for ten years, which is a well-known thing in the world.

Most of the mountain gate swords have such regulations, after all, only students with high loyalty have the opportunity to contact this peerless school.

"So it's just a coincidence......," Hong Shan said, "This girl's reaction speed is still ......"

Before he finished speaking, there was another sound of breaking the air on the stage.

The sound of swords is intensive, and the tigers are vigorous.

More than a dozen continuous crashing sounds rang out.

Hong Shan fixed his eyes and saw that the girl was still standing there with the hilt of the sword in her hand, and the broken strips of cloth on her body were flying in the wind.

And Song Xuesong on the other side seemed to be unable to accept the facts in front of him, and his face was pale.

Song Xuesong took out forty-eight swords in a row.

All broken.

A man's sword speed can't be that fast.

Even if it's a grandmaster.

There is only one explanation for all this.

Unless you know where the opponent's sword light will reach from the beginning.

"Huazang, all the sword paths of your Shanmen Sword ......" Duan Lizheng's expression was solemn.

"It may have been broken." The boy said slowly.