The bronze sword in Zhuo Yufeng's hand was pointed at Xia Huang's left shoulder.

And the blood drinking sword has arrived in the throat of Zhuo Yufeng.

Not far away, the dragon whirlwind sword sounded loudly, and the tip of the sword pointed at the back of Zhuo Yufeng's head.

"I lost. ”

After a moment of silence, Zhuo Yufeng sighed softly and put the bronze sword back.

"I took it too. Staring at Xia Huang's eyes, Zhuo asked the wind and said.

Xia Huang also collected the sword.

"If you become a sword, I will obey. For a different person, what Lang Ah Ya, I don't accept it. Zhuo Yufeng regained his lazy and casual demeanor, pursed his lips, said, pinned the bronze sword behind his waist, and walked out to the stage of the martial arts.

He didn't deliberately hide his words, and the people around him could hear them clearly. In the team of sword candidates, Situ Langya's eyes narrowed slightly, and the look in his eyes was gloomy and cold, as if covered with frost.

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, Xia Huang actually used the Dark Void Sword Technique to defeat Zhuo Yufeng, which made him even more convinced.

What a kendo talent this is!?

Since the test qualification of Yanjiantai, Xia Huang has refreshed people's cognition again and again.

Situ Langya, is he really still the one with the most hope of seizing the position of the sword?

Many people's hearts are faintly shaken.

Xia Huang temporarily truces.

After three consecutive battles, five sword candidates were eliminated, and now there are seven left.

"Who's next?"

The elder who presided over the Sword Guild asked.

The crowd seemed a little silent, Xia Huang's performance was too amazing, so that the other sword candidates couldn't help but feel a little gloomy, a little hesitant, weighing their own strength, it was really a little dwarfed.

"I'll do it. ”

A figure stood up.

The crowd whispered a commotion.

If it's not Situ Langya, who will it be?

Situ Langya finally couldn't sit still, couldn't sit still and watch all the scenery, so he was taken away by Xia Huang.

These scenery should have been his!

Situ Langya stepped on the stage, dressed in a golden robe, standing with his hands in his hands, looking noble and proud.

"Is there anyone you'd like to challenge?" the elder asked.

Looking around, Situ Langya said lightly: "Whoever comes is the same." ”

He accepts anyone's challenge.

"But who wants to challenge?" the elder shouted to the audience.

"I'm here to teach Langya Gongzi's swordsmanship!"

A figure jumped onto the stage.

This is a candidate for a sword from Yamado.

To be able to become a candidate for the sword, is he not a rising star of the Sword Pavilion, he has pride in his bones, even if he is defeated, he wants to see how much gap there is between himself and the top pride in the Pavilion?

"Langya Gongzi, please. The candidate for Shantang Sword pulled out the iron sword behind his back and said to Situ Langya.

Situ Langya glanced at the Shantang Sword Candidate lightly, and spit out two words in his mouth, "Trash." ”

"Fight!"

The expression of the candidate of the Shantang Sword fell, and in the midst of the heavy cheers, he suddenly jumped out, holding the iron sword high with both hands, setting off a wind, like a mountain monument, slashing towards Situ Langya.

This sword was so powerful that it shook the ground and trembled.

Situ Langya's body turned, like the wind, avoiding this sword, and five fingers poked out of his sleeve, and the snow-white fingers, like swords, fell on the right arm and shoulder of the Shantang Sword Candidate.

Mingtang Extreme Flow Swordsmanship, Sword Finger Technique!

Snorted.

Situ Langya's five fingers pierced into the flesh of the shoulder of the Shantang Sword Candidate, and he pulled it violently, tearing it from the root of the shoulder to the wrist of the Shantang Sword Candidate, and the flesh and blood were torn into strips, and blood splattered everywhere. Five blood marks through the arm, with bones and skin, exposing the white bones, which makes people shocking to see, and can't help but gasp for cold air, reaching the heart and lungs.

Some female disciples closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

"Ahhh......hh

The candidate of Shantang Sword screamed and retreated, the iron sword fell to the ground, and the entire right arm was paralyzed and drooped, dripping with blood, and large drops of blood were dripping and dripping, spilling all the way.

Looking at the bloody arm of the Shantang Sword Candidate, many people in the surrounding seats couldn't help but secretly shake their heads. In such a tragic situation, this right arm is only afraid to be wasted.

For a sword cultivator, if he has lost an arm, and it is also his right arm, the future cultivation of the Shantang Sword Candidate is only afraid that it will be difficult. The shadow of the severed arm will forever haunt him like a nightmare.

Situ Langya is going to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger, kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, and recapture the sight and focus that gathered on Xia Huang!

He should be the one who is in the spotlight for this sword meeting!

The candidate for the sword of the mountain hall whose arm was abolished was helped down and withdrew gloomily.

"Even if you are strong, everyone is in the same family, why do you have to be so ruthless!Situ Langya, are you too much!?"

In the team of sword candidates, a white-robed young man who was friendly with the sword candidates of Shantang stood up and questioned Situ Langya.

Situ Langya stood on the stage and looked down at him, "What, if you don't accept it, then come up by yourself." ”

The white-robed young man gritted his teeth, jumped into the martial arts platform suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, today, Zhao will learn a lesson from Langya Gongzi." ”

As he spoke, the white-robed young man pulled out the double swords behind his back, and the sword qi rolled, as if two turbines had been born out of thin air on his body, whistling and roaring, and killing Situ Langya.

This white-robed young man is stronger than the Shantang Sword Candidate.

Situ Langya's five fingers opened slightly, and then he grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist and pulled the sword out.

Slash down with a sword!

The white rainbow-like sword qi fell like a waterfall, and it fell into the sky like a cold moon, making the atmosphere of the entire martial arts stage become cold in an instant. The snow-white sword qi, like the collapse of a snow-capped mountain, rolled like a tide, surging towards the white-robed youth.

Sword skills, heavy snow hugging the pass!

The white-robed young man was like a flying paper kite, overwhelmed by the billowing sword qi, and the two swords flipped and flew up in unison, and then his body flew upside down, drawing a long arc in the air, and fell to the outside of the martial arts stage, raising a large cloud of dust, and the ground was smashed and cracked.

The dust dispersed, and I saw the white-robed young man lying on his back on the ground, his hair was scattered, and his chest was torn by how much sword qi he had endured, and his robe had already turned into shreds, and his flesh and blood were blurred. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, his body trembled, and his consciousness was already unconscious.

There was an uproar in the crowd around him, and Situ Langya used a powerful and domineering sword technique to show the gap between him and ordinary sword candidates.

It also shows everyone that he was, is, and is, at any time, the first person of the younger generation of the Sword Pavilion!

Put the sword back into its sheath, glanced at Xia Huang indifferently, and Situ Langya stepped on the martial arts platform.

"Sword skills, isn't it amazing?" Xia Huang just smiled faintly at Situ Langya's provocative eyes.

At this point, seven candidates for the sword have been eliminated, and only six remain.

At this stage, the meeting of the sword has become a competition between Xia Huang and Situ Langya in advance.

Subsequently, two more sword candidates appeared on the stage, but it no longer aroused more expectations, more, just like a routine procedure.

Just as the meeting of the sword was going on.

Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate.

An old man in a black robe, accompanied by two boys, a man and a woman, walked towards the door and came to the door.