At that moment, the torches around the ring reflected He Wuxian's back, making his image clearly reflected in the minds of tens of thousands of soldiers. ()

He held the blood-drinking knife in both hands, leaned forward and sprinted, and the whole person was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, as fast as lightning.

Indomitable!

The breath that everyone felt from him, with only these four words, he was like a world-shattering unequaled sword.

The swordsman is looking for the indomitable determination and momentum, and what he practices is a domineering and unparalleled temperament.

"Sweep, slash, slash!"

The name of a very ordinary move, shouted from He Wuxian's mouth, does not have earth-shattering might, but has its own firm and indomitable spirit.

The blood-drinking knife cut through the night, flashing with the light of the sword, flying up and down, attacking and killing Zhang Hu out of nowhere.

Zhang Hu's momentum was not weak at all, he roared in a low voice, and the sword in his hand swayed out with Dao sword light, constantly colliding with the blood-drinking knife.

"Flowing Wind Sword Technique!"

The Flowing Wind Sword Technique is a yellow-level top-grade martial art, which Zhang Hu bought with great effort and exhausted his savings.

The sword technique was unleashed, and it was really like a flowing wind, ubiquitous, elegant and agile, blocking all the attacks of the blood-drinking knife.

It was only at this time that He Wuxian knew that Zhang Hu was best at swordsmanship, and he used the fighting knife technique before, but it was all a trick to cover his eyes, and he didn't show his real strength.

The sound of clanging swords and swords was endless, the ring was full of swords, and the hearts of many soldiers in the audience were swaying and dizzy.

Not far away, under a big tent, Deputy Marshal Liu Dalong and the Five Tiger Generals, as well as He Feng were all impressively listed.

The seven people all looked at the scene in the ring with burning eyes, and they were all excited when they saw the fierce fight between He Wuxian and Zhang Hu, and they were all excited.

"Wow, I'm not mistaken, is that our eldest young master?"

", this little rabbit cub was only a third-level martial artist when he came to the barracks, and now this strength looks like a ninth-level martial apprentice. ”

"Oh my God, in two months, you have been promoted from a third-level martial apprentice to a ninth-level martial apprentice?

"It's too exaggerated, it's incredible, even if it's Mu Qingshan on the first day of Qingyuan Kingdom, he doesn't have such an exaggerated promotion speed!"

Several tiger generals were stunned, and they opened their mouths wide one by one, like thirsty fish, staring incredibly at He Wuxian's figure, unable to accept the reality for a long time.

"He Feng, even if the eldest young master can't win the championship tonight, his appearance is enough to shock the whole city. Where is this waste? This is a goddamn martial arts genius!" Liu Dalong was also full of excitement, and the shock in his heart was incomparable. Read the full text of the latest chapter

As He Yaotian's old subordinate and good brother, he was also very heartbroken when He Wuhate was not successful. Now that He Wuxian has emerged, he is also very excited, why is Yaotian happy.

He Feng was also full of relief and a smile. However, in comparison, he was calmer and did not praise He Wuxian: "The progress of the eldest young master is really incredible, just tonight's appearance is enough to make the righteous father happy." However, we will wait and see what kind of Cheng Dù his strength will reach. I have a hunch that this is not all he is capable of. ”

Everyone was suddenly shocked again, looked at He Wuxian incredulously, looked at He Feng again, and roared in a low voice: "What? madman, are you saying that the eldest young master may defeat Zhang Hu and win the championship?"

He Wuxian in the ring was fighting, and he didn't know that his every move had already fallen into the eyes of many generals and He Feng.

Zhang Hu's strength has exceeded his expectations, forcing him to deal with it carefully.

He Wuxian failed to make meritorious contributions under a strong attack, He Wuxian attacked nine moves in a row, Zhang Hudu's defense was not leaky, and the blood-drinking knife failed to hurt him at all.

"He Dashao, it's time for me to make a move, take it!"

Zhang Hu sneered, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly exploded, his strength increased by three percent, and his breath suddenly became extremely sharp.

Before, he was like a hidden sword in the sheath, and the defense was impenetrable, but now he is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, sharp and sharp.

Zhang Hu changed his previous elegant and agile swordsmanship and momentum, and attacked with both hands holding the sword, and the swordsmanship suddenly became wide open and closed, domineering and unrestrained, and full of iron-blooded soldiers fighting on the battlefield of the golden iron horse momentum.

"Gathering the Storm!"

With a roar, Zhang Hu held the sword in both hands, raised it high, jumped forward, and slashed at He Wuxian with the strength of his life.

The strength of the second-level samurai is at least three thousand catties, and this sword will be cut into pieces, even if it is a grinding stone.

In the face of such a powerful attack, he did not hate or retreat, and he actually faced the difficulties, slashed obliquely with both hands with a knife, and fought hard.

A touch of icy sword light fell from the sky, it was Zhang Hu's sword light.

A cold light, from the bottom up, seemed to tear through the night, it was the sword light of He Wuxian.

The sword light, the sword light, finally collided together in mid-air.

"Bell!"

It was like the sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu, and the crisp sound broke out in the ring, the sound was so loud and deafening that countless soldiers couldn't help but cover their ears.

The loud noise dissipated, the sword light and sword light converged, and the battle between the two was finally clear.

He Wuxian was shocked and retreated, and retreated seven steps in a row before finally stopping.

He was hunched over, his chest was heaving violently, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his arms were already shattered.

Zhang Hu was also uncomfortable, he was shocked in mid-air and flipped three heels, fell three feet away, and took three steps back to stand firm.

At the same time, the sword in his hand was also trembling, his hands also fell down, the tip of the sword was stuck in the ring, and his hands could not be raised for the time being.

"He Dashao, I didn't expect your strength to be so strong, but you still lost. ”

Zhang Hu was very shocked in his heart, he struck with all his strength of nearly four thousand catties, but he didn't expect He Wuxian to be weaker than him at all.

However, he only took three steps back, and He Wuxian was shocked back seven steps, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, obviously suffering internal injuries.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and Zhang Hu feels that he has won.

However, before Zhang Hu could show a victorious smile, He Wuxian raised his head, with a smile on his face, and pointed to Zhang Hu's Xuanbing Sword.

"Look at your sword. ”

Zhang Hu was stunned, looked down at the sword, and saw that the Xuanbing sword had been dimmed, losing the brilliance of the sword, and an inch-deep gap appeared on the blade.

This Xuanbing sword is only two inches wide, and this one-inch-wide gap almost breaks the blade, and a Xuanbing sword is destroyed.

"How is this possible? My Xuanbing Sword is actually useless?"

Zhang Hu couldn't believe that his Xuanbing Sword was almost destroyed by the inconspicuous knife in He Wuxian's hand.

Although, he knew that the knife was as sharp as clay, and it should be a treasure knife. But he didn't expect that his Xuanbing Sword would not be able to defeat that sword.

This Xuanbing sword is his most important weapon and wealth, and he also has to rely on this Xuanbing to fight in all directions and establish immortal martial arts.

But now, the Xuanbing Sword has been destroyed.

In an instant, anger filled Zhang Hu's chest, and the heat almost made him burn.

"Why don't you hate, you actually destroyed my sword, I want to kill you!"

There are many warriors in this world who cherish their swords as their lives, and Zhang Hu is obviously one of them, and the destruction of the sword makes him angry and almost lose his mind.

The words sounded, Zhang Hu still jumped into the air, the black eagle armor on his body suddenly bloomed with black light, and the Xuanbing sword in his hand also burst out with the last light.

A sword stabbed like thunder and lightning, and the light was scorching, making people panic.

At that moment, Zhang Hu used the secret method, burst out twelve percent of the yuan power, urged the martial arts, and vowed to kill He Wuxian and avenge the sword.

In the distance, Liu Dalong and the others under the big tent changed their color, and they finally realized that Zhang Hu was a lose-lose style, and He Dashao's life was in danger!

If He Wuxian was killed with a sword, they couldn't imagine what the consequences would be, and even if they killed Zhang Hu at that time, they wouldn't be able to calm He Yaotian's anger!

It's just that even though several of them are martial arts powerhouses, they are not omnipotent, and if they want to cross a distance of fifty zhang in the blink of an eye, they can't rescue He Wuxian.

It's over!

At this moment, not only Liu Dalong and the Five Tiger Generals and others, but also the soldiers around the ring also exclaimed in their hearts, why did they mourn in silence without hatred.

Everyone believed that He Wuxian was dead this time, and under the full strength of the second-level warrior, he could not escape.

But no one expected that He Wuxian, who was shrouded in sword light, had no panic on his face, only a determination and indomitable spirit.

Under the panic sword light, I saw He Wuxian's body bent strangely, holding the knife flat with both hands and stretching out, putting on an unbelievable posture.

His body was bent like a half moon, and like a full bow.

He held the blood-drinking knife in both hands, and pushed it flat from his waist like an arrow on a bowstring.

With his own flesh and body as a bow, a blood-drinking knife as an arrow, and a lifelong strength as a bowstring, why not stab the blood-drinking knife out like this.

At that moment, his posture made everyone have an illusion, as if they really saw the sharp arrow and shot towards Zhang Hu.

This move is He Wuxian's hole card, the second move of the Divine Dragon Refining Technique, and today is the first time he has used it in public.

In the next moment, the most dazzling sword light collided with the blood-drinking knife fiercely, and an earth-shattering roar erupted, and the entire ring was shaken.

With a bang, dust flew up, stones and wood flew in all directions, and the ring collapsed.

At the same time, Liu Dalong, He Feng and others in the distance also rushed over, and seven martial artists descended into the ring at the same time, wanting to come to the rescue of He Wuxian.

However, when the smoke and dust cleared, everyone saw an incredible scene.

Zhang Hu burned all his light like a meteor, and finally it dimmed, and the wolf fell to the ground.

He was buried in a pile of broken wood and stones, with only one head exposed, his face was stained with blood, and he was screaming in pain with his mouth open, but he was unable to get up at all.

When General Wu Long lifted Zhang Hu up from the rubble, everyone saw that his sword had been broken in two, his chest was sunken, and the corners of his mouth were still spitting blood, obviously suffering heavy injuries.

And He Wuxian was standing on the other side, he was hunched over, holding a blood-drinking knife, and he was gasping.

After coughing twice, He Wuxian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then walked in front of Zhang Hu with a smile on his face.

Then, He Wuxian stretched out the blood-drinking knife and put it on Zhang Hu's neck, but Zhang Hu had no power to resist.

"You lose, we're the champions!"