It is no exaggeration to say that the Xuanbing Spirit Sword, which has been integrated into the Yuan Shen, is a part of Lu Wanrong's life. Hot

Therefore, seeing that the Xuanbing Spirit Sword was injured, her anger was uncontrollable.

She was secretly called a freak by countless disciples, and for the first time she spoke to someone other than Master Gu Feng.

"Why don't you hate, you dare to hurt my Yuan Shen Spirit Sword, I will not spare you today!"

The anger in her eyes almost drowned out her reason, and she glared at He Wuxian viciously, and her tone was solemn and cold.

He Wuxian smiled disapprovingly, pouted, and said, "I advise you to admit defeat! Otherwise, your spirit sword will soon turn into a pile of scum." ”

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"After all, I'm just here to compete for the chief disciple, there is no injustice between us, and I don't want to destroy your primordial god and genius qualifications. ”

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the audience, so that the more than 60,000 people present could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, everyone on the top of the mountain was fried, and the discussion rose to the sky.

"Oh my God, why don't you hate to hurt Senior Sister Lu's spirit sword!"

"Senior Sister Lu's spirit sword is a sixth-level spiritual weapon, how can a hateless sword hurt it, is it a seventh-level spiritual weapon?"

"It's incredible! He Wuxian actually has a seventh-level spiritual weapon. After he advanced to the Martial Emperor and fused that sword, wouldn't he want to surpass Senior Sister Lu and Senior Brother Cangyue?"

"Senior Sister Lu performed the peerless Xuanbing Sword Dance, and wanted to defeat Senior Brother He in close combat, but she didn't expect to be in the middle of it, so she was at a disadvantage, which is really unexpected!"

All kinds of discussions and exclamations were endless, and the sound of more than 60,000 disciples discussing in unison was comparable to a flash flood that soared into the sky.

Lu Wanrong was also shocked by He Wuxie's words, she was stunned for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in her heart.

As the top genius of the Eastern Emperor Domain, since she entered the Immortal Sect twenty years ago, she rarely came into contact with other disciples and devoted herself to retreating and cultivating.

There are not many disciples she has 'fought' with, and He Wuxian is one of them.

But she had never met someone as arrogant and confident as He Wuxi.

It's just that what He Wuxian said is reasonable, and she can't refute it at all.

It's just that it's absolutely impossible to admit defeat.

She has been practicing kendo for twenty years, in order to be the chief disciple of the Immortal Sect, to be famous all over the world, and to be powerful in Zhongzhou.

Now that the position of chief disciple is close at hand, how can she give up?

"Why don't you hate, it's rare to find someone as arrogant as you. Even if the spirit sword is injured, I can still defeat you!"

Lu Wanrong shouted in a cold tone. 800800BOOK

After finishing speaking, she no longer performed the Xuanbing Sword Dance, and from a distance of five hundred zhang, she swung her spirit sword and slashed out three hundred sword lights at He Wuxian.

The ice-blue 'colored' sword light was six zhang long, carrying a piercing 'forced' cold air, stabbing from all directions in the west.

She learned wisely, knowing that hand-to-hand combat would be restrained by He Wuxian's blood-drinking knife, so she continued to attack with swordsmanship from a distance.

Seeing that she still refused to give up and admit defeat, He Wuxian smiled slightly, and a strange purple light flashed in her eyes.

"Eyes of Heaven!"

After the Eye of Heaven was opened, the scene in front of him immediately became illusory.

In his eyes, there was only Lu Wanrong and the sword light in the sky, and everything else became blurred.

The speed at which the sword light stabbed was extremely fast, a few points faster than lightning.

However, in his eyes, the speed of the sword light was slowed down by ten times, the same as the attack speed of an ordinary martial king.

The reason why the master duel is so dangerous is that the speed is too fast, and there is not enough time to resist and crack.

But now that He Wuxian has opened the Eye of Heaven, this problem will be solved.

In his eyes, the sword light in the sky was not only ten times faster, but also full of leaks.

He smiled confidently, his body burst into dazzling firelight, and his figure flew towards Lu Wanrong to kill.

In the eyes of more than 60,000 people under the gimbal, he didn't swing his sword to attack, let alone dodge, but rushed straight towards the sword light in the sky, which was like suicide.

The more than 60,000 disciples were immediately stunned, and their faces all 'revealed' with a frightened look, and their mouths opened wide in surprise.

"Senior Brother He, what is he doing?"

"Why didn't he fight back, didn't he rush forward like this to find death?"

"It's too arrogant, it's too arrogant! Does he think that by doing this, he will be able to humiliate Senior Sister Lu Wanrong? He will definitely be seriously injured. ”

The onlookers exclaimed in unison and talked about it, but the parties turned a deaf ear to the hatred of the parties.

He picked up the Qingyun footwork, and his figure rushed into the sword light like a ghost, rushing towards one of the leaky holes.

"Divine Dragon Refining Technique. ”

When he was about to be stabbed by more than a dozen sword lights, he suddenly twisted into a strange posture and passed through the sword light dangerously.

If the sword light in the sky is a net, then he is a loach that comes out of the net, agile and slippery.

Seeing He Wuxian rushing towards the sword light like a suicide, Lu Wanrong was stunned for a moment, her mind full of doubts.

She didn't understand why he did it.

'Chest' has a bamboo, and you want to crack this swordsmanship?

Or is it blind and arrogant, wanting to humiliate her in public?

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But the moment she was stunned and thinking about the problem laid the foundation for her defeat.

When the thought in her heart ended, He Wuxian had broken through the sword light assassination and appeared in front of her.

"Shura Slash!"

He Wuxian held the knife in both hands, from left to right, and slashed out towards Lu Wanrong who was five zhang away.

Lu Wanrong was startled, and a cool breath came out of her back.

She knew the fate of being close to He Wuxian.

Because the previous events have proven that she is not a hateful opponent in close combat.

Especially since the two of them were less than five feet apart, such a close distance was not enough for her to dodge the attack.

However, when she saw that there was no sword light on the blood-drinking knife, she was relieved.

However, only a fifth of an hour later, her face changed wildly.

"Snort!"

Three soft sounds sounded, small and indiscernible sounds, like leaves falling to the ground.

But in Lu Wanrong's ears, it was even more terrifying than the thunder in the sky.

Her body shook suddenly, and she leaned back from the terrifying impact, and her pretty face turned pale.

She didn't look down to check the injury, even if she was severely injured, her first reaction was to swing her sword and stab at He Wuxian.

She is a ruthless and cold person, to others as well as to herself.

Even if she is injured, she will not immediately check the injury, but will deal with the opponent first.

It's a pity that the sharp pain in her chest, throat and abdomen has slowed down her strength, and her strength has weakened to sixty percent.

The cold sword light that stabbed out seemed to be cold and 'forced' people, but in fact it was not powerful enough.

There was a crisp sound of the "bell", and He Wuxian swung his sword to smash the sword light.

Lu Wanrong's Xuanbing Spirit Sword immediately flew out of his hand and fell twenty zhang away.

"Huh!"

The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the blood-drinking knife with purple flames was set on Lu Wanrong's neck.

"You lost. ”

Until this moment, the gimbal was finally quiet.

But on the top of the mountain, which had been silent for dozens of breaths, 60,000 people were boiling, and the sound of discussion broke out like a sea 'tide'.

"Senior Sister Lu actually lost!"

"How could this be! How did He Wuxian hurt Senior Sister Lu?"

"It's amazing! Senior Brother He actually defeated Lu Wanrong, and from then on he was the second on the immortal list!"

"Defeating a second-level Martial Emperor with the strength of a ninth-level Martial King, if I hadn't seen this kind of thing with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it!"

Countless disciples had different expressions, and they all exclaimed, expressing the 'excitement' and excitement in their hearts.

Some disciples felt sorry for Lu Wanrong, some were still wondering, and some were celebrating with hatred.

The ten elders had guessed this result before, and they were not too surprised to see He Wuxian win.

Gu Feng's mood was a little complicated, as Lu Wanrong's master, of course he hoped that it was Lu Wanrong who would win.

But he also understands that even though Lu Wanrong is a top genius who has not been met in a thousand years, it is normal for people to encounter the demon He Wuhate and lose.

On the gimbal, Lu Wanrong's body stood stiffly in place, staring at He Wuxian with her eyes.

The big clear eyes were full of cold light, containing anger and murderous aura.

She was unwilling, suspicious, and confused, and didn't understand how He Wuxian was assassinated through the sword light.

I don't understand, why is the sword light cut out by He Wuhate invisible?

Even, she didn't even understand why she was suddenly defeated.

But the blood-drinking knife was clinging to her neck, and the cold purple flames exuded a terrifying aura that made her Yuan Shen feel terrified.

What can you do if you are held to the neck by such a terrifying knife and do not admit defeat?

After a long time, she withdrew her hateless gaze and slowly lowered her head.

The 'chest' was blood-red, a fist-sized blood 'hole' appeared in front of him, the blood 'flesh' at the wound was blurred, and blood gushed out.

Not only that, but there are also fist-sized bloody 'hole' wounds in the throat and the dantian in the abdomen, which are shocking.

It was these three wounds just now that weakened her Yuan Li to the extreme, and she lost to He Wuxi.

Bitterness and helplessness filled her heart, and she lowered her head and never raised it.

Twenty years of penance, how many days and nights of kendo cultivation, and almost masochistic cultivation in the Xuanbing Palace, are now meaningless.

She was defeated after all.

Moreover, it was not defeated in the hands of Cangyue, who she had always wanted to surpass.

Defeated at the hands of He Wuxi, a rising star who he never knew.

Lu Wanrong's heart suddenly swelled with a sense of relief.

The big stone that had oppressed her heart for many years, the persistent pursuit of the chief disciple, and the heavy responsibility placed on the master's ancient style, suddenly became meaningless at this moment.

Suddenly, she felt that she was no longer burdened with that breathless pressure, and it seemed that her mind was much more open, and she had a lot of enlightenment.

Admitting defeat would never have been stored in her dictionary before.

Now, it doesn't seem that difficult.

"I throw in the towel, you won. ”

The pale lips moved, and a very soft voice sounded.

A smile curled up at the corner of He Wuxian's mouth, withdrew the blood-drinking knife, and turned to leave, leaving behind a word that made Lu Wanrong's face change slightly.

"Although your spirit sword seems to be extremely badly injured, I have controlled my strength and has not hurt the roots. As long as you refine the Spirit Sword for half a year, you will be able to recover as before, and it will not affect your strength and qualifications. ”