The magician suddenly sat up straight, a pair of silver-white pupils stared at the ring where the two of them were for a moment, if it was changed to Wan Jian Xin, he was not worried at all, but a Xuanzi ...... Yin Chen really didn't know what odds he had against Wang Shenhai, the strongest disciple of the Divine Sword Sect.

He was paying attention, and suddenly he felt as if someone was silently approaching him. He could feel that this person's breathing skills were very good, and his cold breath was slow and long, obviously he was at least a master of the Qi Transformation Realm. He withdrew his gaze and turned his face to see a gray-haired old eunuch walking up to him silently like a cat, and stretched out his hand to hand him a red jade plaque.

This red jade brand is actually a long and flat jade pendant, which is extremely smooth, and there are no other words or logos on it except for a magical gilt image of a dragon and phoenix.

Silver Dust's body flashed with golden light, first blessed himself with a bright divine blessing, and then took the red jade brand, except for the unknown image, and a thin red line that should be used to tie it around the waist, there was nothing else abnormal on the brand, neither poison, nor curse, nor any mechanism, there seemed to be no special meaning that could not be explained, Silver Dust did not know why, and the old eunuch Yue only whispered in his hoarse and sharp voice: "Put it away, this is for people with status." Without looking back, he quietly retreated.

When Yinchen looked up again, he saw Wang Shenhai take a piece of the same brand and tie it very solemnly around his waist, and then he looked up at Yixuanzi in front of him.

The red jade plate seemed to be able to emit some kind of smell that symbolized privilege, and that smell made the lifting iron cage on the ring invalid, when the iron cage was raised in the other rings, and even when the fight had started, the ring where Wang Shenhai and Yi Xuanzi were still open, except for the four Ouchi masters who silently surrounded them and sealed the four sides of the ring, there was no other action.

At this time, on the ring, Wang Shenhai looked at it for a long time, and only then did he recognize that the opponent was the little follower behind the Tianfang swordsman who often came to the Divine Sword Gate as a guest, and it was the one who, even if he was bullied by himself very badly, he never held grudges, did not hold grudges, and was a cheerful and lively little brother.

The once cheerful and lively little brother has also been dressed in gorgeous clothes at this time, his hair is tied into a courtesy, and even the corners of his eyes have some vicissitudes of crow's feet. The past is like smoke and cannot be recovered, Wang Shenghai never thought that this little brother from the Iron Sword Sect, this kid who is ready to be a follower for himself for a lifetime, whether it is his background, sect or sword skills, can now stand on this Shura field that has long been soaked in fame and fortune, stand on this side of the ring, and compete with himself on the same stage. Just before, even before the Divine Sword Gate collapsed and degenerated, it was not something he could imagine.

"Are you...... That one. ...... The ...... in the Iron Sword Gate Wang Shenhai's voice trembled, and in the voice swaying up and down, he didn't know how many tons of complex and incomprehensible emotions were soaked in. The Ouchi master in the audience had already shouted "Go!", and he didn't mean to draw his sword out of its sheath yet.

Yixuanzi heard the sigh in Wang Shenhai's tone, and only felt a faint anger, slowly rising from his chest, as if his heart and lungs were a small casserole simmering slowly over low heat. Yixuanzi's blue pupils dilated and shrunk suddenly, he forced himself to concentrate his mind, focusing on all kinds of ugliness that the divine sword could betray the righteous path, focusing on all kinds of poison to the people of the world after they became officials, including all kinds of suppression, exploitation, and even slaughter of the Iron Sword Gate, he recalled these fragments, recalled the tragedy and heroism of his senior brother's death, remembered that Tianfangjian was the master who had no quarrel with the world, and was forced to bear the weight of the inheritance of the entire master, and recalled the hesitation, hesitation, and confusion and panic about the future when they decided to raise their cards and go to the ten thousand nets, this kind of fragment gently flashed back to the past in front of his eyes, finally ignited that faint anger into real anger and hatred. Yi Xuanzi suddenly felt that his chest was filled with scorching gas, which seemed to have a lot of extra physical strength out of thin air, allowing him to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly.

His sword is the same as Wang Shenhai's, and it is all the swords issued in this Tongshen Pavilion. Even the inscription on the hilt of the sword is identical, and it is almost impossible to see that it is a handmade product.

The action of holding the sword seemed to deeply stab Wang Shenhai, causing the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect to tremble his hands and slowly touch the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Senior brother, you ......" Wang Shenhai wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yixuanzi.

"Okay, there is no Iron Sword Gate in this world, and I am not your junior brother. The temple of civilization, a Xuanzi, please. Yi Xuanzi said, quickly drawing his sword out, and the bright yellow reflection illuminated Wang Shenhai's eyes.

The movement of his sword drawing was too fast, even if Wang Shenhai had been on guard, he was a little caught off guard, and that technique seemed to have evolved from some extremely powerful sword drawing technique. But the problem is that the skill of drawing a knife can only be used by a swordsman.

The so-called swordsmen draw their swords from their backs, not from their waists like swordsmen.

Yi Xuanzi quickly drew his sword and struck, from holding down the hilt of the sword to sending out a momentary stab, the action was done in one go. Wang Shenhai was still in the complicated feelings of meeting Yixuanzi, his mind was shaken, he barely reacted, and was pushed back by the cold air that rushed to his face, and almost reached the edge of the ring before he could stabilize his footing. He didn't have time to draw his sword, so he could only conjure up a bone spur of co-killing from the palm of his hand and set up a Xuanzi's sword.

The bright brass sword light seemed to wake up Wang Shenhai, and somehow ignited a suffocated anger in his heart. He had a vague sense that he seemed to be offended and that his dignity had been lost. His subconscious seemed to want to tell him that the situation in front of him was not right, completely wrong, and the kid from the Iron Sword Gate on the other side was not qualified to draw his sword in front of him, was not qualified to take the lead, and was not qualified to force him back.

"Yes! No qualifications!" Wang Shenhai's heart seemed to agree with this feeling, he felt anger, hatred, and the determination and reason that he had to fight.

"Yi Xuanzi! You dare! Do you dare to use a sword against me!" Wang Shenhai opened Yi Xuanzi's sword, put away the bone spurs of the killing, and took advantage of the moment when Yi Xuanzi instinctively withdrew his hand, quickly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and drew the sword out of the sheath.

The sword in his hand was completely different from Ichigenko's sword, curved and twisted, and the blade was full of jagged barbs, which at first glance was the kind of special weapon that could easily hook the opponent's blade and twist it to make it curl.

When Wang Shenhai pulled out this sword, his face was also hot. He knew that this "broken sword" was a weapon secretly made by the general of Tianfu as a prison, and it was only distributed to the Imperial Forest Army. The people in the rivers and lakes are afraid that they have not seen this kind of twisted and fang-wrenching sword. Even if it's a Xuanzi, when I first saw this sword, I thought it was a steel caterpillar.

"Why can't I use my sword against you, you're not mine. Yi Xuanzi sneered in his heart when he saw that sword, thinking that the Divine Sword Sect had degenerated to the point where he had to bother with weapons and study strange skills to make up for his own shortcomings, but he was still the boss here. Yixuanzi had already heard that Wang Shenhai's tone of talking to him had not changed, and it had not changed at all compared to a few years ago, that is, the tone of the rich boy who spoke to the house slave.

This kind of tone, Yixuanzi didn't care about it before, because he had no reason or qualification to care, and it passed when he listened, but now, Wang Shenhai's tone made him disgusting, disgusted, and made the little bit of weak and wavering anger in his heart suddenly solidify and become violent.

Only then did he realize that Wang Shenhai's tone and look were very similar to a person, a person he hated in his heart, Fang Tianhang.

He was a little horrified to find that the once gentle Wang Shenhai in front of him had actually become another Fang Tianhang.

He couldn't tolerate such a thing, he couldn't tolerate the appearance of a Fang Tianhang in this world again.

Therefore, he no longer spoke with the slightest politeness, and the so-called friendship of the past had long disappeared - he and Wang Shenhai were no longer colleagues, but enemies with different positions and fighting for life and death.

Yi Xuanzi's unceremonious tone finally provoked Wang Shenhai, he poured half of the ice power in his body into the broken sword in his hand, and swung out a bright semicircle: "Yi Xuanzi!

The tip of a Xuanzi sword was lightly raised, and Wang Shenhai's angry slash was firmly supported: "The iron sword gate is gone, what's the use of saying this?"

"Are all those previous promotions fake? Ungrateful things!" Wang Shenhai's pupils flashed a trace of madness, the broken sword in his hand was slightly stirred, and the sharp teeth hooked the tip of a Xuanzi's sword, as the strength of Wang Shenhai's wrist increased, the sword spine that was much heavier than an ordinary long sword was slightly skewed, and only to hear a "snap" sound, the long sword in Xuanzi's hand was folded off the tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword is snatched, which is almost equivalent to losing for the swordsman, after all, the sword in the hand of the swordsman is not the sword in the hands of ordinary boxers. Losing the tip of the sword, the long sword in Yixuanzi's hand lost its function of attacking the enemy's flaws, and became an ordinary weapon, and the essence of his swordsmanship could not be brought into play.

This change was really beyond Ichigenko's expectations, after all, it was the first time he had seen such a crooked and barbed sword. Losing the tip of the sword, Yixuanzi's momentum couldn't help but be a little shorter, and while his face was full of shame, he also subconsciously took a step back. As soon as he retreated, the broken sword in his hand was also withdrawn, and Wang Shenhai suddenly felt a light pressure.

Wang Shenhai's narrow eyes widened, and his blue pupils were full of sharp killing intent like needletips, and the decline in Yixuanzi's momentum was instinctively regarded by him as an excellent opportunity to attack. His body preceded his brain, desperately seizing this fleeting opportunity. An incomparably regular ice circle suddenly unfolded under his feet, and a sharp ice sword jungle condensed on the ice circle, and a complex and huge sword momentum burst out, and countless blue, glowing water droplets immediately condensed on the broken sword in his hand, and these water droplets condensed with each other, forming a liquid, poisonous sword stream.

Wang Shenhai's long black hair fluttered, the blue and white robes on his body made a clicking sound like the shaking of iron armor under the impetus of the sword flow, his left hand clenched into a fist, tightly retracted to his waist, and his right hand drove straight in, splitting like a centipede's sword tip, in the swirling sword flow, it turned into hundreds of ice spikes of cold light, with the boundary of the ice circle as the limit distance, and the torrential rain struck towards Yixuanzi.

Sword Trick: Rainstorm Falls Over.

Yi Xuanzi took a step back before reacting, this is definitely the first time in his life that he folded the tip of the sword, as a qualified, righteous swordsman, a Xuanzi sword and the demon swordsman are completely different, his sword is not to parry the opponent's sword flow as long, but to force the opponent back to defend as long, it is really not good, he can also dodge or resolve the opponent's sword moves, such as using the long sword in his hand to cut the opponent's pulse and the like, a Xuanzi's swordsmanship and Wan Jianxin are actually very close, but it is far from the swordsmanship of his master Tianfang swordsman, the attack is ruthless, the angle is tricky, and there are not many iron sword gates"Xuantie heavy sword, one board and one eye, lifting weight like a light door wind, and therefore, when he fights with others, he often forces the opponent to raise his sword to defend when he comes out of the sword, but he changes his moves in the middle of the way, stabbing at the next vital point, and the opponent can only change his moves, guarding against the next flaw, after a few times, the sword light Huo Huo rarely strikes with two swords, and naturally never let the long sword roll up, or collapse the tip of the sword. Although Yi Xuanzi's swordsmanship does not dare to compare with Wan Jian Xin, it is absolutely terrifying among the younger generation, because his sword is already a Tao rather than a technique.

The moment the tip of the sword was removed by the broken sword, he was slightly stunned for a moment, but when he saw Wang Shenhai suddenly raise his sword and stab, his originally somewhat sloppy eyes suddenly condensed. "Heh, this time, even the swordsmanship has become Fang Tianhang's. He sneered in his heart, raised his hand and threw the long sword in his hand like a dart, looking like he was abandoning the sword and admitting defeat.

The sword flow moved slightly, and a cold sword light drilled out from the palm of his hand, transforming into a gray long sword like a bone spur. The "Black Form" Warsoul Shapeshifter weapon has extremely high destructive power against battle streams and ice armor (including ice magic), but is also restrained by ordinary weapons. The hardness of bone is not as good as that of metal after all.

The Bone Sword of Collective Killing is not an ideal weapon in a swordsman duel, but the last dignity that a swordsman can keep after losing the weapon in his hand. Generally speaking, this weapon is only used to bully bare-handed fighters. The premise of use is that the swordsman learns a set of special palm techniques, as well as the special magic skill "Vibration Bone of Co-killing", and what method can be used to achieve the purpose of issuing sword tricks with the bones of the palm. The "palm techniques" such as the Bone Sword, Bone Spur, and Bone Gun of Collective Killing cannot be accompanied by any cold power, and can only carry a little toxin, which must pierce the enemy's body and come into full contact with the blood to be effective. When Yixuanzi sacrificed the bone sword of co-killing, it showed that she had really reached the end of her rope.