Shen Zhiyue was busy, Mo Zijiang's face was already swollen, if it weren't for the rules of not seriously injuring him, he was afraid that his life would be in danger.

Communiqué personal vendetta Ah, Shen Zhiyue hurriedly put medicine on Mo Zijiang, the competition itself is a sword without eyes, and with this kind of skin injury, it seems too stingy if you have to argue, Shen Zhiyue can only secretly write it down in his heart.

During the period, there is no need to repeat the various sects, the martial arts competition until the sunset is about to sink, the martial arts field itself is in the second peak of Pengshan, the sea of clouds reflects the sunset is really magnificent, the last round of competition, is Shen Zhiyue against a disciple of the Taichi Sect.

On stage for the first time, Shen Zhiyue knew that he could not be nervous, took two deep breaths, hugged his fists and saluted, and the other party also returned the salute.

This Taichi Sect disciple knew that the opponent was a woman, so he shouted: "Offended." ”

His hands were sealed, and there was a faint sound of thunder from his hands, and after a while, several thunderbolts went straight towards Shen Zhiyue.

Shen Zhiyue raised his sword and quickly blocked these thunderbolts.

Shen Zhiyue seemed to block these thunderbolts so easily, and everyone present was stunned.

I heard that Shen Zhiyue had no mental power, but his swordsmanship was extraordinary, so he thought it was just bragging. Could it be that the rumors are true?

"It's me" Shen Zhiyue said, pinching the sword and stabbing it with his backhand, the disciples of the Taichi Sect dodged one after another, releasing a few thunderbolts from time to time, and the two sides made four moves, Shen Zhiyue already roughly understood his routine, and after dodging two thunderbolts, one dodged, raised his wrist lightly, picked up the sword, and the cold light had reached the opponent's neck.

The disciples of the Taichi Sect were defeated.

The battle ended quickly.

The onlookers were full of disbelief.

"Did the people of the Taichi Sect deliberately give in to the other party because he was a woman?"

"Fart, for you, on such an occasion, you let?"

"Also, it's such a good opportunity to participate in the competition, and I will deliberately give in when my brain is in water."

"That's this woman, is she really that powerful? I don't believe it, it's a fluke. ”

"I also think it's just a fluke, how powerful can a woman be?"

The people in the audience talked a lot, but no one recognized Shen Zhiyue's strength.

After winning the first battle, Shen Zhiyue ignored the discussion and suspicious eyes of those people, and put his sword into the sheath with a calm face, and the sun also completely sank into the sea of clouds at the end of the game.

"This monk, please stay!"

Shen Zhiyue was about to step down, when an old man stopped her very excitedly, she turned around and looked at the old man who ran from the viewing seat with a puzzled expression.

The old man's hands trembled with excitement, and he asked cautiously, "Monk, may I ask, are you a disciple of the Wave Chasing Sword Sect?" ”

Shen Zhiyue replied: "Yes." ”

"Then, may I ask, what the monk holds in his hand, but the divine sword chases the waves?!" The old man asked excitedly.

"Chasing the waves?!" Watching the battle on the stage, all the sect masters or stewards all exclaimed in unison.

"I'll just say, how can a woman be so powerful, it turns out that she is relying on the divine sword, don't blame the monk just now for not being able to beat her!"

"But Excalibur will definitely not recognize the Lord easily, this woman is definitely not an ordinary cultivator, and she really impresses someone."

The stage suddenly whispered, and the domain field test was shocked to recognize the main divine sword, and its human skills must be beyond the reach of ordinary monks, and the monks watching the game changed their eyes to Shen Zhiyue on the stage.