The sword piece in his hand, where the red line was, was only a scorching black ash brand.

But when the sword was handed out, the whole artistic conception trembled.

In the Sword Sutra, the last sentence before the fragment is also the point of the entire "Phantom Life Chapter", which is precisely these four sentences and sixteen words.

"Pulling Weeds" is written in a continuation of this, with the two elements of "life" and "fire" condensed into a chain, Shang Huaitong controls the entire mystical life, standing before the cliff is blocked.

The last [Seven Lives Forged Fire] is the bridge that the man built for this abyss with this sword.

At this time, above the ring, the five overlapping waves of wind and thunder had already hit the fragile sword piece pinched by the fingers.

It was supposed to be a devastating scene, but the real picture was jaw-dropping—the sword froze motionlessly in the air, like a still painting, and the heavy knife slammed into it without causing the slightest ripple.

Behind the sword piece, in the invisible void, the seven lives have been connected.

The power of "Pulling Weeds" instantly penetrated into one, and in the midst of the stillness, there was a sudden rise of wind and waves, and Zhang Junxue's tall body suddenly turned into dead leaves and was thrown away.

He fell heavily in the ring.

"Through", easily completed.

The whole silence was moving slowly, and everything that was still and light joined together into a huge heaviness, and the middle of this complete darkness was split in half by a crack, and now the seven points of light connected by a lock bridge nailed them together.

There was silence on the field.

Everyone is shrouded in this secluded realm.

They had seen its irresistible silence with their own eyes, and they had felt the blockage of despair, and each of them looked at its mutilation, listened to its madness, and knew how difficult it was to cross that lofty mountain.

They also watched the man bow his head and shoulders under such a weight, gasping for breath, and many thought that he would be crushed in the next moment, but he never bent down.

Now, all the ups and downs and suffocation have been repaid, and in the gloomy and dark realm, a wall connecting the sky has been through.

The flybridge crossed the abyss, no longer broken, no longer clogged, and the strong, powerless grass, had been pulled down and thrown heavily on the ground!

Quiet, secluded, relaxed, dark. A radius of 300 zhang, 50,000 people inside and outside, the darkness is gone, I am all me.

Shang Huaitong gasped for breath in his mouth. A few slightly messy strands of hair were on his forehead, and after several twists, the supple hair also had some wrinkles.

But he stood in the ring so peacefully, his neck was straight and his shoulders were straight, his expression was quiet, and the black daze was extremely eye-catching in the daytime, but at this time it showed a kind of harmony, and after a few trances, people realized that it was the black that seemed to be integrated with the night in the sense.

Among the fifty thousand pairs of eyes, Shang Huaitong stood tall, and those pride and disregard that had caused the city to talk were firmly held in his hands at this time.

Who dares not to admit that he is standing above everyone, in the Netherworld, and the only and ubiquitous power in it is now commanded by him at will!

Thousands of wisps of silence are born, and immortals are in the secluded place.

Shang Huaitong gently threw down the sword piece in his hand, and Da Yu wrapped his body again, and everyone who saw this figure had a feeling in their hearts - as long as it was the road he would take, it would be a smooth road.

Howling and silence appeared on the field at the same time, and Shang Huaitong had already looked at Xu Sigong with indifferent eyes.

But the moment he turned around, the strong wind behind him actually forced his back again!

Shang Huaitong turned around suddenly, and in front of him was the woman's fierce face, and the heavy knife was dragged behind his back.

This battered and stressed body should have collapsed long ago, but it still erupted again and again with a strong attack!

The fifth layer of stacked waves has been completely unloaded, and she really doesn't have the sixth layer of stacked waves, and she only has one more move in her hand.

And the man with a faint temperament in front of him has just achieved the legendary Yi Sword, as long as he is in this realm, it is impossible not to feel the subtlety that does not belong here.

No one wants to really appreciate its power.

However, the woman still looked at the man's invincible back with a grim expression - the back body, of course, was an opportunity to make a knife.

As long as she has the opportunity, she will definitely go with it.

Everyone thinks that the winner is clear, except for the woman herself.

Who told you that this one is over?!

On the stands, Gu Guang had lost his voice and shouted, several people in the Zhang family exclaimed, Pei Ye stood up, and the people had already gone out first, shouting angrily: "Zhang Junxue!" ”

Shang Huaitong turned back coldly with anger.

This is not the first provocation.

There was no need for a sword, and the man reached out and pressed it on the knife.

Wanfang pulsated quietly, and then the thunder and tiger stopped, and the knife fell into the man's hand like a piece of paper.

Shang Huaitong twisted the blade, and such a thick blade was twisted out of the arc like bamboo!

Here and now, the favor of "power" seems to have changed roles.

The arc burst towards the hilt, and at the other end, the woman's body was frozen and stiff and motionless.

No matter how strong her muscles and bones are, how can they be stronger than the giant knife made of tough iron and steel, this power is transmitted to the end of her shoulder, leaving behind a twist flower with bones and flesh collapsing!

And this is Shang Huaitong's purpose.

However, in the midst of the crisis, the woman's fingers gripping the handle of the knife could not be opened at all, and she fell into the realm of "all me" again, and this time it was even more depressed and heavy, surrounded by cold darkness, and her body did not belong to her at all.

She watched as the force twisted her fingers, and the pain pierced her heart. At this moment, the woman really had a trace of regret.

This is her hand holding the knife.

She didn't regret standing in the ring, because when she made decisions again and again, she had actually put her sister's hatred before her own life ideals - she would never be able to chase the mountains and white clouds in her heart without wading through this bloody and rotten poisonous swamp herself.

It's just that in the end, this knife that is known to be hopeless but still fights out, is it an undying claim, or a mood dominated by anger?

Pei Li's roar just now clearly came into her ears, she didn't have time to look at it, and she didn't dare to look at the young man's expression at this time - just seeking a momentary pleasure, is it irresponsible for these friends who have promised a future together?

The chaotic thoughts crossed her mind in an instant, and Zhang Junxue's heart was clenched by the surging guilt, and the sharp pain suddenly rushed to her wrist.

Only in a split second.

A teacup hit her wrist.

An unimaginably thick wrap covered her palm, and the twisting violence suddenly disappeared.

Then the momentum was soft but irresistible to push to both sides, separating the two.

"The winner is decided, so let's stop there."

On the high platform, Sui Zaihua smiled with satisfaction, and next to him, the girl in the green shirt breathed a sigh of relief on her face.

——

"The first game of the second round of the Quisai, the winner, Qijiao Shanghuaitong!"

Xu Sigong's voice surrounded the audience, and then it was drowned out by the huge roar that rose.

Because they have always felt that field, people know exactly how high the threshold is, how difficult it is to penetrate it, and how at the end of everything, the man stands on that only otherworldly height.

Here and now, this ring, this martial arts competition, has already appeared its peak and end.

No one even mentions Yang Yan's name anymore - even if that sword is indescribably mysterious, it can't be compared to such a sword.

In the vision of Bowang City, "Blue Light" and "Jade Shadow" are rare top swordsmanship, and "Yellow Jade" is the so-called first swordsmanship that is rare in ten years, and its beauty is enough to make people obsessed and dazzling.

Who has ever seen Yijian?

This fabled, cloud-like thing. In the hands of Shang Gongzi.

In such an atmosphere, silence belongs to all those who are close to Cuiyu.

On the high platform, Sui Zaihua's attitude was very clear - Shang Huaitong had completed the sword, of course he had to hire him, and as for other things, they had to be solved from other procedures.

Li Weiru hadn't lost his smile yet—before today, he had been comforting the girl and taking this matter at ease. It's not that he always has to show his calm demeanor in front of others, but because he is an old man who has less than two years to live.

The same is exactly a grandmaster.

If you look closely, you can find that the old man, who always smiles widely, actually has a pair of very sharp eyebrows.

At this time, he took a cup of tea and looked at the figure who walked out of the ring with a smile.

Gu Yunfu has really lowered his face, the surprise that this man brought him is indeed not a joke, and even at this time, the three words "Shang Huaitong" have overwhelmed the position of "Pei Li" in his heart - at least they are placed together.

In the stands below, Zhang Dingyun's face sank, and he clasped his hands without saying a word.

But Fang Jidao still didn't know how to comfort him at this time, but even if he knew, he didn't bother to care about him.

Because the woman next to him also has a straight body.

He turned his head, the woman actually had no expression on her face, she looked much calmer than the little fat man, but Fang Jidao was familiar with the difference between "calm" and "expressionless" on this face, he lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw that the fingers she pinched the hem of her skirt were already white, and the color was just like the previous scene when Yu Yingcai stiffened in front of Shang Huaitong, she pursed her lips tightly.

Fang Jidao had to admit that even as an ignorant observer, the oppression brought by this man was too strong. From beginning to end, he was the only one who had been strolling in the ring, as if no one would ever be able to touch his true strength.

Fang Jidao doesn't know martial arts, and he doesn't have the sensitivity of his two friends to "meaning", but in his intuition, the dull Zhang Junxue, the little-talking Yang Yan, and the amiable Pei Ye don't look like they can compete with the black attack.

But he is indeed the life-and-death enemy of the women around him.

Fang Jidao really wanted to provide some comfort and support to the women around him, but even if he knew what to do, he would never have the courage at this time.

Qi Zhaohua let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to support his forehead.

And in the silence and joy, there are many people who are obsessed with miracles, and they are still looking at the black-clothed young man with a knife with faint expectation at this time.

After all, Zhang Junxue did not put pressure on Shang Huaitong.

If the fourth is okay, the second, is there also a little chance?

But Yang Yan didn't pay attention to the eyes of others at this time, nor did he look at Shang Huaitong, he stood under the ring, stood behind Pei Li, and looked at the tall woman lying on the ground with him.

"There are no serious injuries." The mustachioed doctor knelt beside him, withdrew his hand, and said. This is the official doctors who work in the state government, they are often from the medical Taoist sect or family, and they are equipped with cultivation, and they can make some magical means beyond the upper limit of ordinary lang.

"Actually, there should be, but she's also a little too well." The doctor looked at the woman in surprise and fed her two pills, "Of course, you still have to cultivate well, and you can't take it lightly - I'll take a good look at Lang Zhong after the game." ”

“.”

The doctor stood up and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the woman.

"That, doctor, my hand" Zhang Junxue hesitated for a moment, asked in a low voice, and then carefully glanced at the cold-faced young man next to him.

"Half a breath later, it's completely unacceptable. But it's okay now, the bones are a little twisted, and I've helped you get them right, but it will take some cultivation. ”

"Oh, thank you." Zhang Junxue breathed a sigh of relief. Then the doctor left, and there was only silence on the field.

"Actually. Fortunately" Zhang Junxue turned her head to look at the ground next to her, but there was no other person to help her break the depressing deadlock, so the woman still mustered up the courage to turn around, looked at the young man in a low voice, and raised her hand tremblingly.

But the moment it came into view, she immediately shrank back like lightning.

Normal skin tone is almost no longer visible.

The burst of blue blood and purple bruises were mottled together, and the whole hand was high and swollen, trembling uncontrollably, looking shocking.

The doctor's so-called "no too serious injuries" was actually aimed at the brutality of their test, and the doctor was quite surprised and relieved that he did not see any stumps.

That does not mean that the woman's injuries at this time can be passed by at a glance.

Otherwise, why would she lie on the ground, and she still can't get up?

Pei Li's eyes fell on that hand, and the sound of breathing was audible and heavy, Zhang Junxue subconsciously covered it up and lowered her head.

"Does it matter?" Pei Ye looked at her and said coldly.

Of course, Zhang Junxue knew what he was talking about.

She actually wanted to say that it was really important, but now there was no need to quarrel, she had done what she wanted to do despite the boy's hindrance, and the sharp pain from all over her body made her feel more and more guilty.

So there was silence.

Pei Ye let out two breaths lightly, squatted down, and pressed on Zhang Junxue's arm to help her send true qi.

Zhang Junxue opened her eyes and wanted to dodge: "Ah! Don't, you're going to fight soon. ”

Pei Ye ignored it, he still looked at the woman coldly: "Zhang Junxue, now, how are you going to kill Shang Huaitong?" ”

“.” Zhang Junxue was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"You've lost and lost your last chance." Pei Ye looked at her expressionlessly, as if looking at a stranger, "Shang Huaitong has learned that Yi Sword, and Lord Sui has taken a fancy to him—maybe within three days, he will go to the Shaolong Mansion Sword Cultivation Academy, and at that time, you may have just been able to get up from the bed." ”

"Then I'll go to Shaolong Mansion too." Zhang Junxue felt a pang in her heart, and said in a low voice, "I will continue to practice the knife and look for opportunities until——"

"Your broken waves can't catch up with his sword after a hundred years of practice." Pei Ye interrupted her coldly.

“.”

Zhang Junxue's heart was squeezed fiercely, she looked at her swollen hand in a daze, and then turned her head to look at the young man blankly.

"This hand was originally broken, but it is still there because I asked Xuan Qing to bring a message to Lord Sui before you went up, asking him to pay attention to rescuing you."

“.”

"So you can't get revenge." Pei Ye made a cold judgment, "This is the path you chose." ”

“.”

“.”

Zhang Junxue lowered her head, and her heart sank to the deepest valley little by little.

Yes, this reality was so cruel in front of her that she had prepared for two hundred days and nights, and had left almost everything behind for it.

But it still failed.

Zhang Junxue's face was as pale as snow, and she didn't say a word.

Pei Ye looked at her in silence for a long time, until the suppressed silence was so thick that it seemed to be dripping.

He said softly, "But a man's weapons are more than his own fists and swords. ”

“.” Zhang Junxue raised her head.

"Friends are also a very important weapon." Pei Li looked at her, "So, unless you have a very powerful friend - do you have one?" ”

"I have."

"You don't."

"I have!"

"You've got a fart."

Zhang Junxue looked at him: "Pei Li, you are my friend." ”

"No one is your friend, anyway, you say death will die, and in the end no one thinks the same way as you."

"Those words are for someone else. Say someone else. Zhang Junxue said in a low voice, "I've always been your Pei Li who is my friend." ”

“.”

The woman's face turned pale from injury, and she was dull with serious stubbornness: "Really. ”

“.” Pei Ye looked down at her, "Really? ”

"Really!"

Pei Ye's tense face loosened a small smile, so Zhang Junxue immediately became happy, and a much larger smile bloomed on her face that had not gone away.

Pei Ye lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "So, we are friends, Jun Xue." We can share happiness together, and we can face enemies together, and we never have to share the same interests. The hatred you can't accomplish, I'll help you accomplish; If you're killed, I'll hate you for you—if anyone has to have the same interests to be friends or relatives with you, they don't have the ability to do it. ”

He looked at the woman and gently reached out to her, "Is that so?" ”

Zhang Junxue was silent and quiet, but it was not hesitation, she gasped lightly, her lowered brows trembled, and it took a long time to hand over her intact left hand.

"Yes." The woman choked in a low voice, "I'm sorry Pei Li." ”

"It's okay." Pei Ye grabbed it, two equally powerful hands clasped together, he lowered his head in front of the woman, looked at this white and faintly painful face, and his face calmed down again.

"So, Jun Xue" the young man pressed his throat, his voice was slow, and coldness overflowed from his throat, "Whatever Shang Huaitong has done to you, I will return it to him a hundred times; If you cut off his head, there won't be a trace of flesh and skin on his neck. ”

"I promise."

The young man's voice fell, and then it rose with Xu Sigong's roll call throughout the audience.

"In the second game of the second round of the Kui competition, the sword is drawn into fire first, one sword and three wonderful chess - Dingyun Yang Yan, Feng Huai Pei Li!"

Then this chapter is Tuesday's update

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