The reality of the world......

Princess Jinyang, who didn't sleep well last night and was leaning on the cushion to make up for sleep, half-opened her eyes.

What's with what, it's all here.

The big names around him all agreed with Song Xuesong's words.

Because although Song Xuesong is a little arrogant in his words, his behavior is not arrogant at all.

As an existence that was far stronger than Zhu Luan in terms of both realm and weapon, he used the strongest means at the beginning.

Burning the True Yuan and using the strongest swordsmanship of the Taiping Mountain House is enough to show the importance he attaches to this woman.

If it was Nian Huazang at this time who used the Divine Sword with the reverse scales, the cultivators below the peak would probably have been different.

Song Xuesong fused the most profound swordsmanship of Taiping Mountain House with the characteristics of the phantom sword, coupled with the fierce attack to seal all the way of this woman, everything seemed exquisite and perfect.

Under his preparation, it was actually this woman who was arrogant.

In the face of such an opponent, hiding and hiding, having luck, and hiding is not a character that can achieve great things.

"The realm is too low, there are too many thoughts, and it will be difficult to become a big thing in the end," on the observation deck, Chen Shan stroked his long beard and sighed, "As a woman, it seems that this is the upper limit." ”

There was some regret in his voice, but there was also joy and relief.

"Nanshan, you don't have to feel guilty," Chen Shanchang looked at Mr. Nanshan with a solemn face beside him and said, "The old man has helped you see it this time." ”

The old man shook his head, "Such a woman, although she has some ability, can only come here." ”

"It wasn't a big deal that I didn't take her in the first place," he said slowly.

The people on the observation deck took a look at Mr. Nanshan and realized the reason why Chen Shanchang, who had not been out of the mountain for a long time, came here today.

After Miss Zhu Jiajiu's fame spread, she once went up the mountain to join Ziyang Academy, but the fact that she was rejected by Mr. Nanshan was also revealed.

As she got the case and continued to set records, some people also asked whether Mr. Nanshan had released a talent for Ziyang Academy.

But this is just a joke, this woman's county test is still a joke in Huizhou, Mr. Nanshan is Mr. Wen test after all, and it is understandable to make such a judgment.

However, there are also Mr. Nanshan's opponents who said that Miss Zhu Jiu did not do well in the literary exam, but the results in the martial arts exam were good, and Ziyang Academy was inevitably entrusted with the university at the beginning.

There are not many voices like this, and to the surprise of others, they didn't expect Mr. Nanshan to take this matter to heart, and specially let Chen Shan grow out of the mountain.

is worthy of being a great Confucian in the world, and he is highly respected, and he is not to blame for paying so much attention to his affairs.

Many generals cast an approving glance at Chen Shanchang, and they also had the same judgment on this woman.

In this battle, Song Xuesong's performance was much better than Zhu Luan.

Compared with the youthful spirit, he put victory first, did not hide anything, and directly crushed Zhu Luan with Zhenyuan moves and weapons.

This is what a practitioner should be.

This is also enough to see that Zhu Luan's previous victory was mostly due to the opponent's light enemy and the surprise of his own means.

When encountering an experienced orthodox cultivator like Song Xuesong, he can only be helpless.

Song Xuesong will not give her any chance.

"He is worthy of being the eldest son of Governor Song, and his style is very mature," a military attache sighed.

Officials in Huizhou nodded approvingly.

It's maturity.

The battle in front of him was in stark contrast to Zhu Luan's previous two battles.

Liang Ziliang and Mao Xingsheng, one of these two has talent and one has a weapon, but they can't force the woman in front of them to this point.

Liang Ziliang is too light on the enemy, and Mao Xingsheng will only rely on weapons. Compared to these two, Song Xuesong's talent realm is not the strongest, but his fighting style is indeed the most mature.

In fact, it is the most shameless. Princess Jinyang squinted and thought.

But even she has to admit that what kind of face is needed to fight and fight, the world looks at the result, and nothing is more important than defeating the other party.

"It seems that the candidate for the second seat of the Taiping Mountain House should also be replaced," said the humane, "except for Nian Huazang, there should be no one who is his opponent." ”

Yes, at this time, the girl on the field is no longer in the eyes of the big people watching the game.

Including civilian officials, they have already made a decision about this battle.

Everyone silently declared her defeat in their hearts.

Even Du Haoqian closed his eyes with some regret.

No matter how superb the technique, no matter how quick the reaction, no matter how strong the luck, it is useless in the face of real power.

Whether it is the realm, the true yuan, or the weapon, none of this woman can compete with Song Xuesong, what can she rely on to win?

This world is inherently unfair.

People always have to make choices.

"Is that the degree?" Song Xuesong looked at the woman who was kneeling on one knee and gasping for breath on the hilt of the sword opposite, and said coldly.

The blackened sword marks on her body looked terrifying in the daylight.

It also looks extremely embarrassing.

Zhu Luan's face was abnormally pale, and he looked almost exhausted.

It's so weak.

"It's really not interesting at all," Song Xuesong said expressionlessly, "I'm tired of it too, let's end it." ”

What tired him the most was that no matter how much he showed his strength, the woman in front of him remained silent, and there was no crushed despair in her eyes, nor tears of repentance.

The only thing that could calm Song Xuesong's anger was this woman's blood and tears, but there was not a drop of any of them, which made him feel very boring.

This woman has not reacted to his sword and words, which for some reason made Song Xuesong even more angry.

If you cut it in two, won't it bleed?

"You're no match for me."

Song Xuesong raised the broken sword in his hand as if he was being punished.

On the observation deck, Mu Xin stood up, but was pulled by the Silver Armor Guard Commander who had been waiting beside him.

Mu Xin turned his head silently, staring at the man with an expressionless face, the man glanced up vaguely, secretly pressing in his hand, but said with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Captain Mu, there are rules in the final battle, and it's generally not easy to intervene, so let it be natural and see what it looks like first."

Everyone could feel the power of that sword, and they could guess that Song Xuesong was going to kill him.

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"It's really not interesting at all," Zhu Luan spoke for the first time just when everyone in the audience screamed at this tragic scene.

Her voice was drowned out by the screams of the spectators, and few people heard it.

She raised her head for the first time and glanced at Song Xuesong, but then lowered her head again, as if she was talking to herself, "It turns out that there is only this level." ”

These words are like repeating Song Xuesong's words, and they don't make any sense at all.

I guess no one knows what it means but her.

She continued, but kept her head down.

"You were the first to break the promise, and I had to try it on my side."

What to try?

Who the hell is she talking to?

No one guessed that Duan Lizheng's gaze never left her, and then the young man's pupils shrank.

Don't......

No...... She's talking to that sword?

Zhu Luan hesitated for a short moment.

She really didn't want to do it if she could. After all, it's not the time to be young and frivolous in the past.

But hesitation is hesitation, and she must win this fight.

Now there is no other choice.

So we have to do it anyway.

Zhu Luan closed his eyes, and then grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

She stood straight in place.

A moment as fast as the wind flashing.

Only a handful of people saw that moment.

A sword intent silently passed through the entire martial arts stage, and instantly came to Song Xuesong's face.

The brilliant light was swallowed up by the black night.

The maiden put her sword in her sheath.

Phantom sword, broken in two.