Snort!

A terrifying tearing sound sounded in the air, and the six sword shadows broke away from the phantom sword body, and the poisonous snake spit out stars and pounced towards Zhu Luan!

A terrible cracking sound erupted, and in the billowing smoke, Zhu Luan coughed and stood up straight.

It was not only the green silk that floated in the air, but also the fragments of the sleeves and skirts of the women's skirts.

Inside the defensive array, the dust is heavy, like the end of the world.

The eyes of the high-level cultivators in the audience witnessed the transcendence of these two people's limits.

Song Xuesong's sword light is fast, and Zhu Luan's body is ghostly.

In an instant, the woman dodged six swords in a row with near-impossible reaction speed and posture.

It can be determined that she is squeezing Zhenyuan and working hard to budget the direction. Otherwise, no matter how fast she was, she wouldn't be able to avoid the sword light that was ambushed on all sides.

The woman's response was nothing short of spectacular, and the footwork and deduction on display were enough to show her fearsome fighting skills.

But even after dodging the six swords, her breathing was no longer as smooth as before.

However, compared to Zhu Luan, who was slightly panting, Song Xuesong, who looked like usual, was much more chic, "I see," he hooked the corners of his mouth and waved his arm again.

The sword light is like not wanting money, and this time it has increased to dozens of ways!

"Oops." Hongshan secretly screamed under the stage.

Song Xuesong's intentions are very obvious.

He wanted to consume her.

Zhu Luan's reaction speed is obvious to all, but the faster the speed and reaction, the more terrifying the loss of true yuan and the grinding of energy.

And the same is true of the mysterious swordsmanship used by Song Xuesong.

But he is different from Zhu Luan, his realm strength is far superior to her, and the true yuan amount is naturally the same, and what is even more terrifying is that the phantom sword itself contains a large amount of true yuan from the former master Chen Qing!

With the blessing of such a phantom sword, Song Xuesong was even more unscrupulous, so if he continued to chase and kill like this, it was definitely Zhu Luan who fell first.

In such a fierce battle, Song Xuesong's expression relaxed a lot, and while constantly increasing the number of attacks, he looked at the figure of the girl opposite with interest like a cat playing with mice.

The defense array emitted a tooth-aching hum, accompanied by a sound of metal breaking, and the girl's figure was caught up by the sword light.

Zhu Luan held the sword in his left hand, and the iron sword was already broken.

Just now when Song Xuesong fired the last sword of several swords, Zhu Luan's dodge was a step slower, and the cold light was about to rub against her shoulder, between the lightning and flint, Zhu Luan pulled out the iron sword next to him to block, and the moment the iron sword touched the sword light of the phantom sword, it broke into two.

Following the sleeves and skirt corners, a deep scar appeared on Zhu Luan's shoulder.

The sword was broken and she threw it on the ground with a bang, and Zhu Luan quickly raised his hand to cover his shoulder.

The posture made her look a little delicate.

This was the first time she had been injured in this township test.

"It seems that this is really the case," Song Xuesong sneered and shook his head, "What is the first woman to enter the top sixteen, I thought you had a lot of ability." ”

The sword light of the phantom sword was even more ferocious.

Duan Lizheng, who was in the audience, held the hilt of the sword on his waist.

Now anyone with a discerning eye can see that this woman has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, exhausted with her life, and she has exhausted all her strength just by dodging, and she has no strength to fight back.

If you can't fight back, you're defeated.

The game of cat and mouse seems to be going on until death, and although she tries to avoid it, the scars on the girl's body grow.

"Won't bleed? Could it be that you are wearing something? Song Xuesong stared at Zhu Luan with interest.

She covered her wounds at every point, and after a moment let go, her clothes were charred black, but there was no blood.

Duan Lizheng's fists creaked.

Unlike everyone thought the woman was wearing some kind of protective soft armor, he knew she was bleeding.

But not for people to see.

Even if it is scarred, no one knows.

Her body was covered with dust, and she no longer had the appearance of a lady, and she looked very embarrassed.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Song Xuesong on the high platform suddenly felt a wave of anger rushing up from his heart for some reason.

"It's such a woman," he laughed twice, his eyes full of anger, "it's just such a woman." ”

He repeated it twice, and the taunts of his friends and relatives after returning from the Twilight Society, and his sister's disappointment in him, all came to his eyes.

At this time, Zhu Luan's embarrassment made him feel happy and disappointed at the same time.

After that, the woman kept tossing and turning more things, and the gossip spread that she was amazing, but in fact? Isn't it enough to escape under the light of his sword?

He had done so many things to make her completely defeated, but now it seemed that he had really lifted her up.

"See? That's all she has. Beside Duan Lizheng and the others, a beautiful female voice suddenly came.

Duan Lizheng turned his head and saw a woman in a snow-white dress saluting him.

"Second Prince Duan, it's been a long time." Song Yuxue said with a smile.

Duan Lizheng's expression remained unchanged, "Miss Song, how can you get here." ”

He looked not far away, and saw that the housekeeper of the Song Mansion was talking to the guards, looking arrogant.

"What does it matter, it's all the audience, I just want to watch it closer," Song Yuxue showed a somewhat mischievous smile, "My brother is fighting on stage, so he can't even accommodate the little wish of his relatives, right?" ”

Duan Lizheng didn't say a word, and turned his head to look at the stage again.

Song Yuxue's eyes showed a hint of unwillingness, but she immediately hooked the corners of her mouth and looked at the stage.

On the stage, Zhu Luan's figure slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, her face was a little pale, and the only thing that didn't change color was her eyes.

Her pupils were dark, as black as the scabbard at her waist.

Song Xuesong noticed that she was only looking at the ...... from beginning to end The sword in his hand.

The expression was extremely serious.

"What? Think it's unfair? Song Xuesong sneered.

Zhu Luan didn't say anything, but Song Xuesong didn't care and talked to himself.

"It's really in line with the thoughts of a weak person like you," he said as he squandered Zhenyuan and swung more sword light, "but I'll teach you a lesson today." ”

"The so-called cultivator is also able to use all the resources that can be used," the man said sarcastically, "If you have the ability, you can also find a sword like this?" ”

"It's a pity that you can't find it," Song Xuesong narrowed his eyes, "I can have it, and I have the ability to use it, this is my ability." ”

"Indeed." There was a military attache nodding from the observation deck.

This is a domineering statement, but it is indeed the same thing, jealousy of others having good magic weapons, this is the behavior of the weak.

And the strength of Song Xuesong's own realm and the abundance of true yuan are also the capital that he can drive the phantom sword.

Being able to clearly recognize one's own strengths and use the weapons that can be used without any guilt is indeed a kind of strength.

Song Xuesong sneered, "There is a limit to opportunism. ”

"And today, I'm going to show you the reality of the world," the young man's voice echoed fiercely through the mountains and forests.