Xuanyuan Jingcheng's voice fell, the applause from the audience reached a climax, and the sword in his hand seemed to sense the master's killing intent, and began to hum and tremble.

The huge clock overhead has begun the countdown to the last minute of the competition.

The reporter took the microphone and stepped back little by little, and said passionately: "Whether Chen Rulong hit the bull's-eye with a sword, or Xuanyuan Jingcheng counterattacked and defeated Chen Rulong in the crotch, let's wait and see!" ”

At this moment, the broken silver sword let out a clanging iron roar due to anger, "Today, I will make the people of the Xuanyuan family pay the price!" ”

The overhead countdown began, and the two in the ring began their final exchange.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng stared at the long sword in Chen Rulong's hand, and couldn't help but be surprised, "With a layman like you, you can also be recognized by the spirit sword in the Sword Pavilion?" ”

"But...... Looking at this condition, it should be a defective product in the spirit sword. ”

The silver sword raised its head angrily and was about to stab Xuanyuan Jingcheng's neck.

"Boy, you dare to insult me! When Lao Tzu was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, your grandfather didn't know who was in the crotch of his pants! ”

Chen Rulong hurriedly held down the silver sword, "Don't worry, it's not time to compete yet." ”

The sword spirit and the master can communicate with each other, and others can't hear it at all.

Seeing Chen Rulong pressing his sword, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes were even more disdainful, "You can't even suppress your own sword spirit, and you dare to compete with me?" Aren't you afraid of death! ”

Chen Rulong took out the evil sword book from his arms, shook it in front of Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes, and bluffed: "See, I got an ancient sword recipe, it's enough to deal with you!" ”

Suddenly, a piercing bell sounded overhead, and the sword competition officially began!

"Look at the move!"

The long sword in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's hand danced with sword flowers, the flowers were clustered, and the vortex formed by the sword qi was overwhelming, besieging Chen Rulong from all directions!

Someone in the audience exclaimed, "As soon as Xuanyuan Jingcheng made a move, it was the Xuanyuan family's 'flowers', which was coming with a desperate posture!" ”

Without waiting for Chen Rulong to make a move, the silver sword in his hand moved by itself.

"Boy, I'll kill you!"

The silver sword rushed straight up, burrowing into the vortex formed by the sword qi.

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After a chaotic sound, the silver sword was directly stirred up, and it came out of Chen Rulong's hand directly, and it fell to the ground weakly.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng snorted coldly, "Waste." ”

When the voice fell, he didn't rush to shoot at Chen Rulong, but took out his sword and slashed through a piercing light, heading straight for the silver sword on the ground.

He wanted to smash Chen Rulong's sword first, and then slowly humiliate him on stage.

Someone couldn't help but exclaim, "This light is a long rainbow through the sun!" ”

"I remember that the ancestor of Xuanyuan used this trick to kill the masters of the nine major factions!"

The sword ownerless is a dead thing, and it can't exert any power.

Silver Sword shouted in panic: "Master, save me!" ”

Chen Rulong couldn't stand it, a donkey rolled and picked up the silver sword, recalled the moves of the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, and began to fight with Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

Although his sword moves are stupid, he is faster, and he can always deal with Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two sides fought with Xuanyuan Jingcheng's gorgeous moves, and Chen Rulong struggled to parry, but this is not the case at all.

Due to Chen Rulong's fast speed, his simple moves were particularly novel, so that Xuanyuan Jingcheng could only use powerful offensive moves to block.

With a move like this, the power consumed was huge, and Xuanyuan Jingcheng couldn't hold it for long at all.

If it goes on like this, Chen Rulong will win soon, and he won't make Xuanyuan Jingcheng too faceless.

When the battle between the two sides reached a fever pitch, suddenly the silver sword in Chen Rulong's hand softened again, and he said weakly and tiredly: "No, I can't hold on." ”

Chen Rulong couldn't help but curse secretly, "Waste! ”

The soft long sword in Chen Rulong's hands could not exert any power at all, and from the very beginning of suppressing Xuanyuan Jingcheng, it slowly became weak.

So much so that Chen Rulong was wondering whether he was going to give up using the sword and kill Xuanyuan Jingcheng directly with his bare hands.

Just as Chen Rulong came up with this idea, the silver sword, as a spirit sword, sensed the master's thoughts, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't throw me!" ”

Chen Rulong couldn't help but scold: "If you are a little useful, what am I throwing you for!" ”

When he was about to be discarded, Silver Sword shouted angrily: "Since you want to throw me, throw it in the direction of Xuanyuan Jingcheng!" ”

"For the sake of my wife, I want revenge!"

"Okay."

Chen Rulong threw it casually, and the silver sword that was stagnant in the air swooped into the direction of Xuanyuan Jingcheng!

At this moment, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who seemed to be as rich as jade and heroic, was actually almost exhausted.

When the silver sword rushed up, he didn't have the strength to resist, and he turned around in a panic to run.

The silver sword chased after him and roared angrily, "You made me lose my little scabbard, so you have to give me back a scabbard and die!" ”

The softened silver sword can't cut anything at all, but it can get through the cracks in its body!

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's newly healed buttocks suddenly felt cold, and then he screamed, and the whole person lay down straight.

The silver sword with hatred did not enter until only the hilt remained.

The moment he entered, the soul of the silver sword let out a final sigh: "Little sheath, I have avenged your revenge." ”

Finally, the great revenge was avenged, and the silver sword, which had existed for hundreds of years, dissipated because of the resentment, and the spiritual energy also dissipated.

A worn-out spirit sword has completely become scrap metal.

Fortunately, scrap iron has no blade, and it can't cut through the body of a martial cultivator at all, but it will make Xuanyuan Jingcheng temporarily unable to act, and it will be a little embarrassing.

Off the field, everyone was silent.

This time, Chen Rulong defeated Xuanyuan Jingcheng in terms of strength, which means that the position of the first person in kendo has changed hands.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was lying on the medical bed and was hurriedly carried down, did not shout this time, but had tears in his eyes and bit the pillow tightly.

Shame, shame!

He lost, and he lost completely.

can practice kendo for a lifetime, Xuanyuan Jingcheng has never been able to see what kind of sword moves Chen Rulong uses, and he doesn't understand why a soft sword can exert such a miraculous effect!

If the soft sword had a sharp edge, he would have died a long time ago, and the reason why Chen Rulong used such a sword was to save his life!

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's hatred for Chen Rulong decreased, and he began to ponder his swordsmanship.