This man is so shameless. After Song Xuesong finished saying this, a childish voice suddenly sounded in the audience.

It even sounds a little milky.

"Why are you still here......" Hong Shan looked at Liang Ziliang who was standing beside him with his arms in his arms for some time.

Liang Ziliang glanced at him, "Didn't you leave too?" ”

The little boy said with disgust, "Obviously, the future game has nothing to do with you." ”

Hong Shan's brows jumped, and the young man in front of him immediately looked at the stage, not caring about his reaction.

I don't know if I heard Liang Ziliang's words, the smile on the corner of Song Xuesong's mouth disappeared on the stage, and he turned back to indifference.

Standing in front, Duan Lizheng actually turned his head and showed an approving smile to Liang Ziliang.

This little imp is really annoying, but what he said just now is good.

Song Xuesong's words were indeed very shameless.

"The person who met Xiao Ye in the second round still said that she was lucky?" Liang Ziliang pouted, "It's so shameless." ”

Well, everyone by the tree is holding their foreheads. It turned out that it was because of this that he protested.

But you're not qualified to talk about him, are you? Hong Shan glanced at Liang Ziliang, this little ghost didn't make a big deal about this woman in the previous battle.

And then the woman ......

As now, there was no response.

Song Xuesong was obviously not suitable for this treatment, glanced at the black sword on Zhu Luan's waist, and pulled out his phantom sword with a sneer.

The phantom sword shines brightly, and the sword light is still so compelling, making Song Xuesong's whole person look dazzling.

Zhu Luan, who wore a black sword at his waist and was slender, was set off more and more inconspicuously.

He looked at Zhu Luan condescendingly and said, "Draw out that black sword, let me appreciate how you struggle," he sneered, "It's time to end this farce." ”

Song Xuesong felt that what he said was very gestured.

But Hong Shan and the others in the audience cast sympathetic glances at him, and then looked at the woman opposite.

Zhu Luan just lowered his head and stuck an iron sword on the ground. Then he held another iron sword in his hand.

didn't say a word, didn't answer, didn't even touch the black sword at his waist.

So under the backdrop of the girl's calm posture, it seems that the young man with a sword in his hand and ready to attack is stupid.

It's like a child holding a toy to show off his might, and it's like a person with a not very normal brain talking to himself.

In short, it looks very ridiculous from the audience.

A child accidentally laughed, but was immediately covered in horror by the adults around him.

There was silence on and off the stage.

Song Xuesong's face became ugly, he clenched the phantom sword in his hand, looked at Zhu Luan and said, "It seems that you really can't wait to die." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an unimaginable aura overflowed from his whole body, from the long sword in his hand.

At that moment, Zhu Luan's head, which had been hanging low, raised his head, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes, and thrust the iron sword in his hand into the ground with a thud, holding the black sword at his waist.

Duan Lizheng's eyes widened in the audience, and at that moment he felt that this woman had temporarily changed her mind.

And with her movements, the expressions of the big people on the observation deck not far away also became solemn.

In previous battles, this woman had been fighting with an iron sword that they saw as comparable to scrap metal, but looking at the black sword today, everyone could feel that it was different.

Her current actions mean that she is finally going to use her sword and swordsmanship in this scene?

It seems that this woman will do her best in the face of an opponent of Song Xuesong's level.

Quite a few breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Luan looked at the other side expressionlessly, and after noticing her actions, the corners of her mouth showed a hint of smug Song Xuesong.

She didn't expect her actions to cause a lot of speculation, and she changed her mind only because of instinct.

Her instinct is strongest in one situation, when faced with murderous aura.

Song Xuesong's hostility towards her was very obvious, and it had even risen to the level of killing intent.

This made Zhu Luan also a little puzzled. Because this teenager grew up in an environment where food and clothing were worry-free, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a bloody atmosphere.

Her holiday with him is not so big that she has to fight to the death.

Who is there in this world...... Both.

Zhu Luan's gaze fell on the somewhat familiar sword in Song Xuesong's hand, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Let's get started," Song Xuesong said.

His tone was very ordinary, looking at the girl in front of him as if he were looking at prey to be slaughtered.

Zhu Luan nodded.

Still, she didn't draw her sword.

"Look for death!" Song Xuesong said quietly and swung a sword.

A very quiet sword, it can be said that it is completely different from the imposing sword in Song Xuesong's previous battle.

However, such a sword is terrifying.

The pupils of all the high-level cultivators shrank.

The depth of the still water flows, this sentence is not wrong at all.

Just the next second when Song Xuesong took out his sword, no! Not the next second! People couldn't believe their eyes, and just as he swung his sword, a sword light slashed his head and face in front of the tip of Zhu Luan's nose!

You must know that the two are ten feet apart at this time!

It's so fast, how can it be so fast?

This is simply not a sword swing but a teleportation, not even the trajectory of the sword light movement, even the space seems to be manipulated, shrinking into inches, and coming in an instant!

Not bad. It's really good.

On the observation deck, the high-ranking military attache and Chen Shanchang showed their eyes in approval.

Come like God, go like a ghost.

This is the Phantom Sword.

Although it is not as good as Chen Qing, the original owner of the Phantom Sword, Song Xuesong actually understands the essence of the Phantom Sword, and also combines the mysterious sword of the Taiping Mountain House with the help of the power of the Phantom Sword......

Unleashed this ultimate sword move.

The previous predictions of the other masters were indeed correct, Song Xuesong and the Phantom Sword did have a power comparable to that of the Ascending Realm.

No matter where his opponent is on the high platform, his sword can come in an instant.

What a terrible sword!

So how is this woman going to take this breathtaking sword?

A violent popping sound sounded, the sound of stones being shattered.

Huge clouds of smoke rose into the air, engulfing the slender figure on the high platform.

On the observation deck, Princess Jinyang closed her eyes.

The smoke cleared, and a wisp of black hair floated in the air and fell silently onto the gravel on the ground.

The woman was still standing there.

This scene is familiar, but for some reason looking at this scene at this time, some people under the high stage feel a little hot-eyed.

Cultivators, in particular, are even more emotional.

Because they know how hard it is to stand there all the time.

She withstood Song Xuesong's blow...... No, it's better to dodge.

The huge and ugly sword marks began in front of Song Xuesong and extended straight to Zhu Luan's feet.

The crack clings to the side of Zhu Luan's instep.

A strand of the girl's long hair was cut off from her ear.

All were surprised and not surprised.

Because after yesterday's battle, it can already be known that this woman's reaction speed is also breathtaking.

She......

However, without waiting for everyone to sigh, Song Huaizhu's face was like frost, and he turned his wrist silently.

Six swords, from different directions, encircled.