The scream broke the watery silence, and everyone instantly got goosebumps.

And at this time, an even more terrifying roar sounded on the stage, Zheng!

The long sword in Cui Yan's hand was cut off by force, and the tip of the sword flew to the stage.

It was a very fast scene, and it was also a scene that left everyone speechless

A strong wind blew, and the whole world seemed to stand still.

Everything happened so fast that everyone was caught off guard, and the tip of the snow bright sword flew straight towards the crowd in the audience.

The gale lifted the girl's forehead.

"Zhu Ying!"

With a click, the sword flint and flint, the tip of the sword, which was like an arrow, was picked up by a brighter blade.

The Huizhou teenagers looked at this scene in amazement.

Duan Lizheng drew his sword out of its sheath in an instant, and the cold moon sword face swept in front of Zhu Luan's face, knocking out the broken sword blade flying towards her face for her.

"Zhu Ying?"

Zhu Luan looked sideways slightly, looking at the worried young man beside him, looking a little stunned, but then smiled, "Thank you." ”

The two looked back on the stage, but saw Song Huaizhu's eyes also a little stunned through Cui Yan's shoulder.

Monk Xuezhai exhaled, looking at the senior brother who was awakened by this accident with complicated eyes, it seems that the senior brother has indeed entered the realm of selflessness.

Although the time is short, it has its value.

The value of destruction.

Except for the people around Zhu Luan, who had no intention of caring about this little episode at this time, everyone's eyes fell on Cui Yan, who was holding a broken sword on the high platform, as if they saw the most impossible thing in the world.

And the figure of Song Huaizhu, who was holding a long knife and had a calm face, was undergoing drastic changes in the eyes of everyone.

One sword, a broken sword!

One hit, win or lose!

Cui Yan's defense was leaky, but this man cut off his sword directly, what kind of person can do such a thing?

A move that surpasses all predictions has appeared!

On the observation deck under the high platform, the eyes of everyone in the peripheral crowd were fixed on Song Huaizhu.

This is not a dark horse, but real gold!

But at this time, the man who had just been misty in his eyes seemed to be even in the highest realm woke up like a dream, with a hint of apology in his eyes, pursed his lips and looked at the audience, and lightly opened his thin lips.

What's going on?

But Zhu Luan and Duan Lizheng heard it.

Song Huaizhu looked at the eyes of the girl in the audience and lowered his head, "I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay," Zhu Luan shook his head, it was indeed an accident just now, "It's that I didn't react." ”

Cui Yan is not Su Qing, and the sword that broke him looks light, but in fact, Song Huaizhu's sword just now has entered the extremely mysterious realm, and it is already a feat to be able to break the sword with one sword, and Song Huaizhu has no spare strength to control the sword to fly toward.

Cui Yan's respect still has to be given.

You must know that even a broken sword is covered with Cui Yan's sword qi, and being able to quietly penetrate the defensive array of the Yanwutai is enough to show how dangerous the sword was just now.

It is better to say that it is fortunate that they did not fly to the periphery, ordinary people just flew to the stage where Juzi was.

After the weakening of the defensive array, the cultivator could block this flying sword.

If the reaction is fast enough.

But Song Huaizhu didn't expect that the broken sword actually flew towards her.

What a coincidence.

But no matter who he almost hit, it's his inability and his fault.

Song Huaizhu's eyes were complicated, he nodded again and apologized, then turned his face away, put the knife into the sheath, and saluted Cui Yan and the examiner.

It's already clear who wins and who loses.

Cui Yan looked at the broken sword in his hand and didn't react yet, but looking at Song Huaizhu, he took the sword behind him and bowed.

The next moment there was a pop, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth where he lowered his head, but the true prince of the family did not let anyone see it, wiping away all the blood with his sleeve, and did not even stain the ground of the high platform.

A hint of respect appeared in Song Huaizhu's eyes, and he looked at him with some apologies.

"Concession."

"Where," Cui Yan raised his head with a pale face, but there was respect in his eyes, "Your Excellency's realm kid can't be immediate, it is Your Excellency who has conceded." ”

Qinghe's Cui family's descendant looked at the long knife on Song Huaizhu's waist.

"Your Excellency's knife skills are very exquisite, and the boy admires it."

Song Huaizhu raised his head and glanced at him without speaking, and quietly turned around and walked to leave.

However, the handsome young man stared at his back, his eyes slightly dull.

"Fanyin Temple."

Cui Yan spoke quietly.

Song Huaizhu stopped.

The eyes of the surrounding people widened, and the expressions of the lifters under the high platform were complicated, and many people were shocked and frightened.

"Knife of Mercy."

Cui Yan stepped forward and continued.

Song Huaizhu still didn't look back.

"If you hurt yourself, you don't hurt others, this knife has no killer moves." Cui Yan's face was pale, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

The Xuezhai monk under the high platform suddenly raised his head and clenched the Buddhist beads on his fingertips.

"The kid never thought that he would actually see the real knife of Fanyin Temple in this place," Cui Yan stared at the back of the man in front of him tightly, as if he wanted to stare the washed white robe out of a hole, "Dare to ask Your Excellency the teacher?" ”

As soon as Cui Yan's words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Combined with the scream before, even the people who didn't understand martial arts began to talk about it at this time.

After all, although it is not as high-profile as Xiliang Sword Pavilion, it does not mean that there will be people in the world who do not know the name of Fanyin Temple.

The head of all the temples in the world, Fanyin Temple.

Fanyin Temple is located at the junction of the Great Zhou and Xiliang, and although it has been neutral at the time of the outbreak of war, it is still counted in the territory of Xiliang in the general tradition.

Although it belongs to Xiliang, Fanyin Temple hardly participates in any battles, and in a sense it is a real place outside the world, and there are very few people who are born.

After the fifteenth generation of Zen Zi Guanhai changed his mind and no longer messed around, the people of Fanyin Temple on the rivers and lakes almost disappeared.

Among the major forces in Middle-earth, Fanyin Temple has always been the most mysterious because of its escapist nature.

Just like the Yumen Snow Mountain, where Fanyin Temple is located, which is surrounded by ice and snow clouds all year round, the name Fanyin Temple is forever shrouded in fog.

And the ordinary people of the Great Zhou Dynasty have a lot of understanding of Fanyin Temple, and many of them are still stuck in the flower monk who wandered in the Shendu back then, and those who are a little younger have really only heard some rumors.

"Knife of Mercy? Is this really a mercy knife? ”

"He said that he was from Xiliang, when did Fanyin Temple also intervene?"

"Not only the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, but even the Fanyin Temple has also appeared?"

"Even if someone from Fanyin Temple comes, shouldn't it be the monk? Who is this man? ”

Who the hell is it?

Cui Yan stared at the man's back and the knot of the white jade mask in his ear, and he had countless conjectures in his heart, but none of them were confirmed.

The characteristic of the temple is mysterious.

And after the death of the noble man who was good friends with Fanyin Temple, Da Zhou has not interacted with Fanyin Temple for eight years.

Although he had only seen an introduction to the martial arts of Fanyin Temple in the family classics.

But Cui Yan firmly believes that he has not admitted his mistake.

He stared at Song Huaizhu's back.

There's nothing wrong with that.

This man is the mystery itself.

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