The reason why the mysterious sword is called mysterious is that the sword path is treacherous and elusive.

After the actual practice, there are even thousands of changes derived from the main sword path.

With such a kaleidoscopic sword path, the opponent is unable to parry.

This is the Divine Sword.

That's how it should be.

However, at this time, no matter how Song Xuesong's sword path changed, it would be accurately intercepted by Zhu Luan's sword and then shattered.

Even if the sword move seemed so subtle to outsiders, it couldn't get out of the sword in the girl's hand.

More than anyone else can accept this, it is none other than Song Xuesong.

Regardless of the consumption of the true element, he swung out more sword light as if he was crazy!

The examinees in the audience looked frightened, this is simply the hell of sword moves!

Bang bang!

Then in a very short period of time, the sword light of the broken sword and the naked sword in Zhu Luan's hand collided in the air.

Nearly hundreds of fierce impacts, the terrifying sound was extremely permeating, and many cultivators with low realms covered their ears.

The shadow of the sword vanishes.

The two still maintained the distance they had before, Zhu Luan's posture had not changed much, and Song Xuesong on the opposite side had a whiter face, and the hand holding the hilt of the broken sword trembled slightly.

He didn't hit the other with a sword again.

A sword missed.

Whiter than his face was Nianhuazang in the audience.

He was more proficient in the Divine Sword than Song Xuesong, so he clearly knew that the girl in front of him had just sealed all of Song Xuesong's sword paths in advance.

What he didn't want to admit but had to admit became a reality before his eyes.

An incredibly frightening reality.

For any martial artist who spends years working on this sword technique, it is a disillusionment of faith.

Song Xuesong roared, biting his teeth and spurting out a mouthful of blood, the sword light in his hand broke through the air, and with the momentum of wind and thunder, he stabbed at the girl opposite with a treacherous posture!

Nian Huazang knew that this was already all the changes that Song Xuesong could grasp.

He no longer has any reservations.

However, compared to the man's almost violent sword moves, Zhu Luan's sword intent became more and more calm.

The invisible sword light intertwines into a web with no loopholes, breaking through all sword moves.

The sword in her hand had no rules, but it didn't have any loopholes.

Because this is an invisible net that only targets Song Xuesong.

netted his swordsmanship, and also netted the peerless learning of the Taiping Mountain House.

Born only to break the treacherous sword...... Swordsmanship.

"Why is this happening," Hong Shan was dumbfounded on the side, "Even if this girl reacts quickly, it is impossible to ......"

Nian Huazang didn't understand either. Even if Duan Lizheng said so, the reality was in front of him, and he couldn't believe that the sword path of the Divine Trick Sword would really be broken.

It might as well convince him that this woman's reaction speed is unusual.

But as Hong Shan said, if her reaction speed was really that fast, then how could she be stabbed several times and injured so much in the first place......

Wait a minute.

Something flashed through the mind of the year.

Injure?

"Huazang, this is just my guess," at this moment, Duan Lizheng suddenly said faintly, "The main sword path of the Divine Trick Sword...... Is there forty-two? ”

How could it be......

Nian Huazang didn't speak, but his heart was like a stormy wave.

That's right.

Even cultivators can't really memorize thousands of sword techniques for actual combat, so the Divine Sword is based on the main sword path to generate changes.

This main sword path is extremely important, hidden in the ever-changing sword moves, and it is the biggest secret of the Divine Sword.

It is also the secret of the Taiping Mountain House.

Why is it being said?

Even if it was Duan Lizheng, it was impossible to see it......

Hong Shan saw Nian Huazang's face as white as rice paper in an instant, and what else he didn't understand, he looked at Duan Lizheng in dismay, "Why do you say that?" ”

"I guess." Duan Lizheng said lightly.

"Because of the scars on her body," the boy paused, "it's forty-two." ”

Nianhua's pupils are constricted.

Forty-two scars!

On the observation deck, Princess Jinyang opened her eyes.

So everything she said made sense. But others don't understand it.

Before slashing the phantom sword, she said a word.

"That's all there is to it."

That's when she finally understood all the degrees.

"It's actually to find out the sword path of the Divine Sword......" Hong Shan looked at the scarred girl on the stage and couldn't speak.

Just when she was ridiculed by everyone and hid in embarrassment under Song Xuesong's sword light, she was actually calculating the sword path of the Divine Sword?

The failures that everyone despises, the scars engraved on her body, are all the temptations to find the most important sword path?

Wandering in such a line between life and death, this woman still has the energy to discern the most original sword path, and to test the sword herself, accurately deducing the secret of the killing sword.

Again and again, again and again, bleeding again and again, humiliating again and again.

Is this the truth?

Everyone thought that she was forced by Song Xuesong's sword to have no way out, but no one guessed that she was looking for a way.

Just when everyone thought that the naked sword was her ultimate means, and after the sword was broken, this woman would be triumphant, and Song Xuesong would be at a loss when she counterattacked, she was actually ready to break Song Xuesong's swordsmanship from the beginning?

What kind of person is this?

Who can really do such a thing?

Forty-two scars, breaking the mountain gate sword of the Taiping Mountain House.

Just when you think she can't go on, that's her limit.

She will always bring you more shock.

The girl once again shocked the audience with the facts.

The first to be hit was her classmates.

"This is ......" Hong Shan's voice trembled a little, looking at Nian Huazang.

He wanted to say that it was possible?

That's the swordsmanship of the Taiping Mountain House, one of the four courtyards of Hui!

And at this time, he realized that his friend's face was even paler than his. At some point, his hand had already grasped the hilt of the Reverse Scale Sword.

The Reverse Scale Sword hummed.

This fact is too cruel for Nian Huazang, who has been immersed in the Divine Sword for a longer time.

Hong Shan was a little unbearable, so he had to look at Duan Lizheng on the side, and asked a little unbearably, "Are you ......?"

Do you think this is true?

I have to admit that Duan Lizheng's realm is higher than theirs, and he sees farther, ...... to this girl

At first, he thought that Duan Lizheng looked at this woman differently because of the marriage contract, but now the facts make Hong Shan have to admit that you never know what this girl can do.

Duan Lizheng glanced at Nian Huazang and said slowly, "If it is Huazang's Divine Sword, she shouldn't be able to seal it all." ”

Hong Shan breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Duan Lizheng continued, "But ......"

The boy didn't say anything, but looked at the stage.

Hong Shan followed his gaze to the stage and understood what Duan Lizheng had not finished.

The dense impact sound on the martial arts stage was endless, it was the sound of the sword light meeting the sword body, and the sword roared, as if it would never stop.

It will never succeed.

Song Xuesong's sword light collided with the Naked Sword, exploded, and then annihilated.

Cycle.

Cycle.

There is no end in sight, and it makes people despair.

She may not be able to completely seal the sword that Nianhuazang has.

But in the face of Song Xuesong at this time.

It's more than enough.

Song Xuesong was no longer able to find her loopholes, unable to break the big net that this girl had specially woven for him.

"It's time." Duan Lizheng closed his eyes.

Hong Shan understood what he meant.

This kind of tug-of-war is meaningless, whether it is Zhu Luan or Song Xuesong, it is time to decide the winner.

The next moment, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

The girl on the stage slowly drew her shiny long sword from the black scabbard.

Zhu Luan threw the scabbard to the ground.

After countless falls, countless attempts, countless bleeding.

She.

Finally.

Sharp.