"Hahaha...... Of course I can fight, my arms are broken, and I still have my feet!"

The silver-armored maniac opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his arms hung down softly, and he actually flew up, sandwiching the luxurious silver sword that had just been shot down and fell to the ground between his feet, and with a slight borrowing, the sword body rebounded, and his feet clamped the hilt of the sword, and once again entered the state of merging his body with the sword, and his body rotated sharply in the air like a huge spinning top.

Ding Ding!

The joys and sorrows of the twin swords shook violently again, and the sound of wind chimes was loud, fluttering leisurely, and it was extremely wonderful.

But only a sword in the midst of joys and sorrows can understand how terrible such a magic sound like a wind chime is.

It's a pity that the silver-armored madman at this time was already seriously injured after all, and he couldn't help a sword when he was in his heyday, and now that he was seriously injured, how could he hurt a sword.

At this time, the masters who watched the battle had already seen that the swordsmanship and sword formation of the silver armor maniac were indeed extremely mysterious, and they could be called divine skills, but such a peerless swordsmanship did not have the support of the matching fighting strength, if the fighting spirit level of the silver armor maniac reached the six-star level, the defeated person at this time must be a sword, but unfortunately his fighting spirit level was only at the level of a four-star beginner, and it was impossible to completely promote the true lethality of this set of swordsmanship and the joys and sorrows of the sword formation, so what can I do?

Boom!

A sword is finally out of the sword.

The sword light is like the starry sky of Haosun, bright and unforgiving, just for a moment, it shows eternity.

"Uh...... Poof!!"

In the muffled snort, it was just a moment of lightning and flint, and the swordsman of the silver-armored madman who was swaying cold light in the air was instantly forced back.

Blood spurted wildly in his mouth, and the luxurious silver sword between his feet was knocked away in a mournful roar and fell twenty meters away, the tip of the sword was *** hard stone surface, the sword body trembled endlessly, and his legs appeared deep scars that could reach the bone, which was shocking and terrifying.

This is already the lightest injury.

If it weren't for the fact that Yijian was in the center of the joys and sorrows of the sword array, and his strength dropped drastically, if he hadn't relied on the amazing swordsmanship of the unity of the body and sword to block and dodge at the critical moment, maybe the legs of the silver-armored madman at this time had been cut off by Qi Strands, because everyone could see that Yijian had just come out of the sword, and he did not mean to show mercy to his subordinates.

Boom!

At the same time, two silver rays of light flashed.

The Grief and Joy Clutch Sword Array was broken by this wisp of supreme sword qi and could no longer be maintained, and the Grief and Joy Sword and the Clutch Sword emitted bursts of sorrowful screams, rising from the ground, like a homecoming fledgling, and softly inserted on both sides of the Silver Armor Maniac!

Bang!

"Uh......"

Falling to the ground, the silver-armored maniac could no longer stand, blood gurgling from the wound in his thigh like a fountain.

Despite this, he refused to lie down, endured the severe pain, and reluctantly sat on the spot, the sharp pain in the broken arms and legs hit him one after another, but his face did not change at all, but became more and more crazy, looking up to the sky and laughing: "Hahahahaha, hahaha, what's the matter? Finally murderous? Hahaha, a sword, a sword, phew! Only one sword in his life! I'm finally going to tear off your disguise? You're just not as good as the Chambord King, far inferior! Hahaha, Lao Tzu said something like this again, what can you do, kill me?"

He sat on the ground, covered in blood, but the madness of the silver-armored maniac became more and more irrepressible, and his demeanor was arrogant, and he refused to give in at all.

"You can't use both legs and hands, can you still use a sword?"

Yijian sneered on his face, he held the rusty sword in his hand, gently brushed away the strings of blood beads that slowly rolled down on it with one hand, and gently blew off the blood stained on his fingers, his movements were extremely light and chic, but the chill in his tone made the tens of thousands of people watching the battle around the sword test platform feel a chill behind them like an ice cave.

"Throw in the towel!"

"Hurry up and admit defeat!"

"Fight to this extent, you have done your best, and you will never laugh back at you for being an arrogant idiot, an ignorant fanatic!"

Some people in the sword test stage couldn't help but open their mouths and shout.

I don't know why, this round-the-clock duel has been carried out to such an extent, and many people who are not used to seeing the crazy state of the silver-armored maniac have changed their opinions without knowing when, and quietly stood in the camp of this arrogant little prince, all hoping that the silver-armored maniac will quickly admit defeat at this time, and maybe he can save his life, and those girls who were originally obsessed with the silver-armored maniac were even more tearful, and the excitement in their hearts was simply overwhelming.

However, the young man on the sword test platform really showed his 'madness'.

"Hahaha, of course Lao Tzu can still use a sword!"

With a long laugh, the broken arm of the silver-armored maniac was hit the ground, and there was a clattering figure again, but the figure rose from the ground with the help of this one, and then on the head and feet, he flew over and bit the nameless sword with his mouth, shook his head, and made two soft sounds, and the sad and happy sword and the clutch sword inserted in the ground were pulled out by him, like two arrows from the string, and they shot a sword in the distance without stopping.

Shout!

Yijian's eyes lit up, and he once again drew his sword without hesitation.

The general sword light seemed to tear the void, the sword aura was cold, containing indescribable terror, indestructible, nothing to stop, accurately hit the sword of sorrow and joy and the clutch sword, the double sword flew back upside down, and hit the water curtain Tianhua enchantment in the distance, it was directly smashed into the enchantment, and it disappeared into the distant sky, I don't know where it flew to.

Woohoo!

The figure of the silver-armored madman with a sword in his mouth turned sharply, like a wildly spinning drill, and the silver sword light and the sharp turning figure brought a terrifying strong wind.

This blow turned out to be a resolute mentality with the jade burning.

"It's a pity, I didn't want to kill you!"

The sword that stood in place sighed softly, but his eyes obviously did not contain regret like his words, the palm holding the sword did not hesitate for half a minute, and the palm of his hand shook, only to see that the rusty long sword suddenly became crystal clear, extremely bright, and there was no longer the slightest defect on it, like a brilliant sword.

As soon as the sword trick was introduced, Han Shuo's sword qi came out again.

This is the real sword of killing.

No one can describe the grace of this sword, no one can describe the sharpness of this sword, and no one can describe the perfection of this sword!

In the face of such a ray of sword light, the only thing any opponent can feel is despair.

This sword is definitely not something that a silver-armored maniac can resist, even people who don't understand martial arts can feel it, as long as they make a contact, they can turn him into a pile of minced meat together with the nameless sword in their mouths, just like fresh meat under a meat grinder, turning into a puff of blood mist floating in the cold winter.

Ding Ding!

Boom Boom!!

The silver match and the peerless sword light were twisted together.

In an instant, the sparks that burst out at the junction of the blades covered everyone's eyes, and wave after wave of transparent shock waves spread wildly, like the collapse of the sky at the beginning of the world, and like the collapse of the earth at the end of the world, the tragic breath spread, and then the No. 1 sword test platform began to shake violently, as if it was about to collapse violently, the smoke and dust were great, the stone chips were all over the sky, and there were constantly bursts of bewitching blood flowers among the smoke and stone chips, which were beautiful and cruel!

For a long, long time.

The burst of sparks is finally gone.

Smoke and stone chips are no longer raised.

On the sword test platform, there was finally no more movement, and in the smoke and dust, people could not see the final duel result in the first time.

"Is it over? Is it finally over?" someone in the audience whispered.

"Is he dead? Isn't he? Such a madman can't really be dead?"

"The first sword is still the unbeatable sword, although he sent out the second sword in this game, but the ending was the same as many people expected before the game, however, everyone guessed the ending, but they didn't guess the process!"

In the silence of the crowd, only a few people were talking to themselves in despair.

In the VIP viewing area, many masters had already stood up from their seats, looking at the smoke-filled No. 1 sword test platform without blinking, waiting for the dust to settle.

Only Sun Fei and the first goddess of the magic princess, Sindy, sat in their respective seats, and the first goddess's beautiful eyes projected a trace of curiosity, looking at Sun Fei fixedly, and Sun Fei had a smile on his face.

After a long time, the dust finally settled.

People are seeing that—

Sword!

There is blood on the sword!

The blood is not the blood of the enemy, but the blood of the swordsman himself.

The blade still trembled slightly, screaming as if it had been struck by some incredible force.

The hand holding the sword was revealed, and several bloody cuts were cracked in the tiger's mouth, and wisps of blood slowly left from the wound, slowly flowing down the hilt, swallow, body, blade, and tip of the sword, and finally dripped into the dust on the ground, splashing faint flowers of dust.

The hand that holds the sword is the hand of the sword.

A sword wounded?

The silent crowd erupted in an incredible uproar.

Only those who were attentive noticed that the expression on Yijian's face was extremely strange.

That kind of expression, it seemed to be extremely angry, and it seemed to be suppressing something, his body was even trembling slightly, but his eyes were extremely shocking, as if he had seen something incredible, and all kinds of expressions appeared on his face for a while, this kind of expression was even more complicated than when he was in the joys and sorrows of the sword array just now!

And more than thirty meters behind the sword, the silver-armored madman was covered in blood and fell to the hard ground, and the red blood silently soaked through the stones.

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The first update.

My father has a serious stomach problem, and he can't do heavy work recently, so he happened to go to buy fertilizer today, and the knife had to carry more than sixty bags of fertilizer by himself, and he was tired and stupid, and he didn't buy it from the town until eight o'clock in the evening, so the update was late, everyone forgive me.