It was a very short moment.

Song Huaizhu's reaction was fast enough, but the speed of that black shadow was even faster.

Like an exploding lightning, it is the poisonous star of a poisonous snake.

After hearing those words, Song Huaizhu retreated, and in the next second, the young grandmaster at the other end of the high platform lowered his head and looked at his torn clothes in silence.

Screams and exclamations rang out from the side of the high platform.

People didn't see anything, but in an instant, it was like a huge iceberg shattering in an instant, and people saw for the first time in broad daylight what a glacier is.

The avalanche was like an avalanche, and the whole world was shattered.

All the cultivators opened their eyes wider, a little wider, and then a little wider, and only the top cultivators caught the flash of electric light on the edge of the large piece of broken ice.

Is that...... What the?

What is it?

No one...... There should have been no one to understand what was going on.

However, under the high platform, Duan Lizheng raised his head in a daze.

He's seen it.

Darkness darker than the night.

The iceberg that belongs to that woman.

Under the iceberg, there is a mysterious and elusive life.

Black.

Sword light.

The aura on her body changed.

The glaciated fields turned to powder, blowing earth-shattering winds.

The trees in the forest were bent over, the onlookers closed their eyes, and even the cultivators raised their hands to shield themselves from the cold wind.

However, Duan Lizheng didn't dodge, just stood there, letting the cold wind blow in his face and blow his hair up.

The flying black hair revealed the young man's staring eyes.

Winter has gone to spring, and it has been a full year since he first felt that breath.

From the tricks in the Duyun Building, to the half-revealed at the end of the township test, and then to the current test.

He finally saw it again.

The girl's sword moves as deep as the night.

Just when everyone was stunned, Duan Lizheng just hoped that he could see it clearly, more clearly.

Look at the girl's sword. See what she really is.

"Huh."

The second sword.

Arrive faster.

Batter!

The Xuezhai monk under the high platform was also dumbfounded.

Song Huaizhu retreated again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cracked sleeve of his left hand.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and everyone's exclamations were choked in their throats, because they didn't expect that Zhu Luan, who was still motionless just now, would be so fast once he took out his sword.

What's going on? What is the situation on the high platform now?

A thousand words come together into a question that strikes at everyone's heart.

"It's ...... What swordsmanship?! ”

"It's not the Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Strategy." There is a big Zhou Juzi muttering.

And beside Mo Han, the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion who had been noisy all the time could not suppress the vibration in their hearts.

"It's not the Sword Pavilion Thirteen Secret Sword."

Yes, no, neither.

Mo Han raised his head in a daze.

How much surprise can this girl bring to this world?

"What the hell is this......" Mo Han looked at the sword path he had never seen before, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

And at this moment, the cold female voice that he was familiar with sounded beside him.

"It's her real ......"

Mo Han looked at Ruan Qing, who walked up to him and spoke, his eyes widened.

And the next moment, the same cold voice sounded on the high platform.

"This is your true swordsmanship."

On the high platform, Song Huaizhu raised his head and spoke for the first time.

Song Huaizhu's misty eyes were turbulent.

A year ago, in that pavilion in Huizhou, he saw the first move, and now, he finally saw the second move.

Even though there are only two tricks, it is enough to prove that this is a new genre.

Her skill, her self-confidence, and her initial apologies were all telling him.

This is who she really is.

And he is familiar with the world's martial arts, but he can't tell what kind of swordsmanship this is at all.

"I'm sorry, I can't say."

Zhu Luan shook the sword in his backhand and looked up at Song Huaizhu who was standing quietly in the distance.

Yes, she can't say.

She had promised that person that she would never show her swordsmanship to the public until she was forced to do so.

Now, the time has come to force it.

Everything that cannot be said, by the sword.

Song Huaizhu slowly raised the long knife in his hand.

In the exclamation of everyone, the figures of the two people disappeared from the high platform at the same time.

What kind of battle was that?

Nian Huazang on the stretcher propped himself up, maybe in another ten years, he couldn't explain clearly.

In the sword light and sword shadow, he saw that he might still be young, maybe he was still restrained, but in terms of sword intent and speed, he had carried out the extreme, top-level fighting.

Blinding white light erupted from the high platform, striking a reddish spark, which was still so dazzling in the daylight.

But it wasn't the blood that came out of those two men, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the two struck nearly a thousand times.

The shadow of the sword like a storm spread all over the audience.

The continuous and mournful crash was terrifying.

Song Huaizhu's ice was shattered countless times and regenerated countless times, and Duan Lizheng's eyes in the audience felt extremely sore.

The girl's hairband spread out as if it had been melted, Zhu Luan's black hair flew on the high platform, and a huge amount of light and heat flowed out from the tip of her sword, cutting at Song Huaizhu who was chasing after her at an extremely tricky angle.

"How can there be such a strange sword path!"

"Isn't this really a new sword move!"

Countless people exclaimed, and Mo Han clenched his fists beside him.

Yes, after so many moves, the woman used the first two moves.

Just two moves have led to huge and terrifying changes, and in a sense, Mo Han's heart is beating wildly at his discovery.

The strange sword moves used by this woman have surpassed them in terms of change.

The first swordsmanship in Middle-earth.

Thirteen Swords of Tiance.

Is this what she means? But......

Duan Lizheng's heart also beat violently, and in the roar of this war drum, the young man's pupils shrank!

With a snap, Zhu Luan collided with the defensive array, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The Naked Sword emitted a sharp and piercing sword sound, and everyone instantly covered their ears!

Sky!

Duan Lizheng's eyes widened.

The scene in front of me seems to be a repetition of the decisive battle of the township test.

But......

If there is anything different, it is that the Naked Sword in Zhu Luan's hand is shaking more violently than the defensive array!

Why is that?

Why didn't she completely unleash the sword moves?

What else stood in her way?

"I can't bear it......"

Under the high stage, Princess Jinyang looked at Xu Fengniang, who was biting her lip and bleeding. Xu Fengniang looked at the trembling girl on the high platform, her voice hoarse like crying blood.

"The Naked Sword can't withstand her own swordsmanship."

Yes, unbearable.

Zhu Luan was paralyzed on the ground gasping for breath, her chest was so hot that it almost exploded, and she looked at the long sword she had used when she was a child.

Blood oozing from the clenched fingers poured into the blade and dripped down.

Under the cover of the sword light, a deep pit was left on the ground.

It's like the blood and sweat she shed every day and night under the training of that person.

Swordsmanship that no one knows.

When the third move is made, the Naked Sword will be on the verge of breaking. But it was her sister's sword, and she couldn't break her.

She can't win.

That's her now.

That's how she grew up.

And at this time, Zhu Luan felt extremely angry at his weak self in this life.

"You can't win me." Song Huaizhu pointed his finger at the long knife and slowly approached the girl on the ground.

In her current state.

It can't be his opponent.

He really wanted her to give up.

"Nope."

The girl staggered to her feet.

The raging flames burned in Zhu Luan's heart.

Where is it?

Zhu Luan raised his head and stretched out his hand.

"Where?"

The volcano in her heart, the desire from the bottom of her heart, at this moment, erupted in the world, turning into a silent cry that shook the sky.

Where is it?

Where the hell is -

"My sword!"

There was a loud bang, and the roof of the observation deck was suddenly lifted!

A box soared into the sky.

In mid-air.

Burst.