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"Huh?"

On the high seat, Hua Ziyi's eyes finally shook a little wave, and he felt an extremely strong and domineering aura on that thin figure, which was definitely not the power that a disciple of the outer courtyard who couldn't even hold a sword could exert.

"It's ...... Knife intent?"

Xu Yanshan's white eyebrows trembled slightly, and his hand holding his beard suddenly paused, and he said in surprise. He walked to the edge of the high seat of the sword platform and looked down, only to see a dark red air curtain expanding out of the radius with Yu Mocun as the center, and as soon as the snow flying in the air touched that air curtain, it directly crossed the stage of turning into a misty mist.

He narrowed his eyes, his face thoughtful, and whispered to himself.

"I see......"

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On the sword platform, Yu Mocun whispered, kicked on the ground with his back feet, and his figure burst out, and the dark red sword in his hand slashed out, and a deep red sword like a sword shot like an instant across a distance of ten zhang and went straight to Wu Heng's face, that was the heart and pride of a young man, almost pure, but sharp and domineering to the extreme.

Wu Heng's pupils shrank, he didn't expect this sword qi to be so fierce at all, or he didn't expect that a young man who made him despise and couldn't even hold a sword well would be able to swing such a sword, this was something that shouldn't have happened, but it just appeared in front of his eyes.

"Show me how amazing you really are!"

I don't know if it was because of the sword qi or the battle intent, Wu Heng's body began to get hot, and his hands began to change his handprints rapidly, and the speed was even faster than when he tried the sword.

The iron sword pinned to his waist trembled violently, and a clanging sound sounded, and then the iron sword came out of its sheath and turned into a white glow, and the surging sword qi burned from above like a flame.

"Go!"

Wu Heng shouted, and the suspended iron sword sword light was born, and then suddenly turned into a white line, and went straight to the figure under the sword rainbow.

The crisp sound of gold and iron came out, the snow on the field was scattered, if the catkins rose because of the wind, the sword platform was sprinkled with water, and there was a mist like Daze, covering the rivers like the angry waves of the mountain streams.

Wu Heng stood on the mountain of Jiantai, he looked at the snow mist indifferently, and after a while, a hint of mockery appeared on his lips.

He thought to himself that Yu Mocun had even jumped forward with a knife, and now in addition to the snow and fog that was permeating, there was no sound on the sword platform, and there was no sound of footsteps, could it be that this kid was just a silver wax spear head, with an empty posture but no real material? But it was also normal, how could a disciple with a five-fold entrance in the outer courtyard become a climate? I must have been really shocked by its might, what a joke.

He was about to turn around and say goodbye to the master and the disciples of the Sword Sect on the high seat, but he didn't see the admiration and admiration he imagined, Hua Ziyi and Xu Yanshan's faces still had a faint look of surprise, and there were doubts in his mind, but a sonorous sound like a piece of pig iron falling to the ground sounded from a few feet beside him.

"Bang dang. ”

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, Wu Heng looked around a little dazedly, he could see the shocked faces of those outer court disciples in the audience, even the faces of several outer court disciples he was familiar with, his face was not very good-looking, he didn't know what was going on, didn't he already win? Why do you have such an expression?

He turned his head to follow their line of sight, his gaze lowered to the ground.

The smoke cleared, the snow fell, and the winter sun slashed through the fog like a golden knife, shining on the thing on the ground.

It was an iron sword.

And it's an iron sword with cracks.

If it weren't for the sword spike at the end of the hilt that made Wu Heng feel a little familiar, he wouldn't have recognized it as his own saber.

A thin figure walked out of the snow mist, he stood firmly ten feet in front of Wu Heng, the wooden sword with the broken tip of the sword was held in his hand with a little trembling hand, and half of the hair had already spread out and draped over his shoulders.

Yu Mocun looked at Wu Heng expressionlessly, just like looking at a small fried meat that could be out of the pot.

"Concession. ”

Yu Mocun raised his head to look at the two figures on the high seat, looked at Xu Yanshan, and indifferently glanced at Hua Ziyi, who was not very good-looking, and then turned to leave, ignoring Wu Heng, who looked sluggish.

There was silence in the sword field, and many disciples in the outer courtyard looked at the thin young man on the sword platform in amazement, his mouth was wide enough to swallow a goose egg, this guy at the end of the sword list usually does not show the mountain and does not show water, but he didn't expect it to be so good, the edge just now definitely has the power above the seven layers of the entrance, no wonder even Wu Heng's sword is broken.

"Do you see it!

Ruan Dongyu in the sword field had an expression that Ruan had already seen through everything, and his eyebrows flew and he snorted arrogantly: "That's my little brother! Do you have such a powerful little brother?!"

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"This ...... It's a bit of a surprise......"

Xu Yanshan squinted his eyes, shook his head, and sighed with emotion.

"I didn't expect that either. ”

Hua Ziyi's eyebrows furrowed, his face was not as calm as at the beginning, his expression was unnatural, the originally extremely smooth sword examination ceremony actually made this kind of oolong, and this was his first time as a referee, and this was not the case before, so it would inevitably have an impact on his reputation.

"Forget it...... After the incident, I will communicate with Wu Heng in private......"

However, just as he was making up his mind, a roaring voice suddenly sounded on the sword platform.

"I didn't lose!"

Wu Heng raised his head suddenly, his red eyes stared at Yu Mocun's distant back, his skin became blood-red, his face twisted hideously, his hands were clenched tightly, the back of his hands and the green tendons on his face jumped wildly, like a blue-red angry dragon, he couldn't help but shout angrily, and his body, which was trembling with anger and resentment, suddenly rose with a majestic momentum.

"I want you dead!"

The voice was filled with infinite anger and unwillingness, and the cruel intent dispersed around.

Immediately afterwards, a brilliant sword light was startled, this time the sword light was more powerful than before, and what was even more unbelievable was that the whole body of the white sword light was actually in the air, like a meteor sword rain, suspended in the air, and the sword qi emitted tore through the air, and with Wu Heng swinging it down with one hand, a piece of sword rain roared towards the back of Yu Mocun who came to the edge of the sword platform.

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"Lightsplitter!"

"Isn't this a sword technique that can only be practiced by inner disciples!"

"Why is Wu Heng's aura suddenly so strong!"

"He, his skin is oozing blood!!He ate the Blood Burning Pill!!"

The exclamations of the disciples under the sword field suddenly erupted, and the noisy and chaotic questions and exclamations suddenly merged into a wave.

On the high seat of the sword platform, Xu Yanshan's face suddenly fell, his cloudy eyes instantly looked at Hua Ziyi beside him, the long beard under his chin trembled slightly, as if containing anger, he asked coldly.

"That's what you did?!"

Hua Ziyi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and the hand he had been holding the sword was quietly clenched, his face was tense like a bowstring pulled to the extreme, and there seemed to be a wildfire in his sword eyes, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Hmph. ”

Xu Yanshan was stunned, one hand on the dusty hair, his eyes were cold, looking at the scattered sword light, he faintly made a decision.

"That disciple shouldn't die. Xu Yanshan said lightly.

Hua Ziyi's eyes flashed: "What does Xu Shi mean?"

"Don't play politely with the old man at this time, you won't be unclear about these doorways as the son of the city lord. There is no need for mother-in-law and mother to be able to suppress things, you have received a lot of benefits from people, and it is appropriate to protect yourself or take care of the righteousness, I believe you have weighed a few points in your heart. ”

Xu Yanshan glanced at him: "Handle things well, don't get involved with the old man." ”

After that, he recalled the two sword boys and left by himself.

"Yes..."

Hua Ziyi made a long gesture and replied in a deep voice, his face softened.

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Like a popular falling sword rain, it fell towards Yu Mocun, and the brilliant but extremely dangerous sword light pierced the air, leaving a series of sword lights in the air.

Yu Mocun turned around and raised his eyes to look at the majestic sword rain, his gaze instantly cold.

He looked at Wu Heng dozens of zhang away from afar, only to see that his expression was crazy, and the bloodthirstiness in his eyes was strong, and he wanted to put himself to death quickly, and the blood oozing from his body was terrifying.

"Burning Blood Pill!" Yu Mocun's eyes were angry, he turned his eyes to look at the high seat, Xu Yanshan had disappeared, and Hua Ziyi, who was supposed to prevent the accident, stared coldly at the situation in the sword platform and was indifferent.

"That's true. ”

The corners of Yu Mocun's mouth sneered, he instantly understood why Wu Heng was able to use such a huge sword style, these two snakes and rats were in a nest of embarrassed ways, I am afraid that they had already colluded with the sword disciples of the Sword Gate to belong to them, and gave the sword magic pill to Wu Heng in advance, no matter how good and hard the disciples of the outer courtyard below them were, they were just cannon fodder.

"But I don't have the strength to make another stab..."

Although Yu Mocun was unwilling and resentful in his chest, in fact, the knife he had just swung out with his heart had consumed all the pure qi in his body, and besides, the knife technique that Gu An gave him, he had only cultivated a knife.

That knife recipe is called Covering the Dragon.

There are only three knives in the whole knife recipe.

But these three knives are the three knives that are said to be able to break through the heavens and the earth, refining one knife, gasifying one knife, and deifying one knife.

A knife star is extinguished, a knife moon falls, and a knife is extinguished.

His realm is low, and with his heart and blood, he can barely use a trace of power to gasify a knife.

But if you want to break through the current offensive, it must be far from enough even if it is a gasification knife.

Yu Mocun thought seriously, there were many pictures in his eyes, he once dreamed that one day he could walk around with a long knife on his back, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to face life and death, and swing the knife.

He calmed down.

The wooden sword on his back was held in his hand again, he looked at him from afar with the rain of swords, his face was straight, and the qi on his body began to flow slowly into the wooden sword, the broken wooden sword now had the appearance of a knife, and the wisps of white mist rose from it, suppressive but iron-blooded.

Yu Mocun closed his eyes, countless pictures flashed in his eyes, he laughed at himself, this could be the marquee that those Taoist priests said before death, right? Thinking that he died like this at a young age, it was really not cost-effective.

“...... What's going on?"

The image in his eyes began to flow back, and in his perception, the qi circulating on the wooden sword also began to flow back, and he opened his eyes blankly, until he saw a hand on his shoulder.

Yu Mocun was stunned to see a white-clothed young man appear beside him, he was carrying an ink knife, the faint cold air emanating from his body, and the starry eyes with a handsome face looked at the approaching sword rain, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I have to change my problem..."

Gu An shook his head, sighed slightly, and said, "There are still ......."

On the sword platform, the white-clothed young man with the ring-headed ink knife stood in front of Yu Mocun, his face was cold, and there was a chill in his eyes that rejected people thousands of miles away, the white-clothed young man turned his head and looked at the hairy boy standing behind him with his residual eyes, his lips moved slightly, and then he stepped forward, raised his eyes and glanced at the sword rain that was full of light, and then looked at Wu Heng, who was covered in blood, and finally raised his head and looked at the high seat of the sword platform.

He ignored Hua Ziyi's iron-blue face, and slowly pulled out the ink knife that had been with him for a long time from the scabbard, he casually pointed the tip of the knife obliquely to the ground, knocked the white jade surface with the tip of the knife, called back the deluded Yu Mocun, and said lightly: "Remember, today, I will teach you another trick." ””

Yu Mocun looked fixedly, only to feel that the ink knife seemed to be depressed for a few points.

saw Gu An directly raise the knife in his hand, and suddenly swept it away at the rain of swords.

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In the dark corner of the sword field, Ruan Dongyu slowly let go of the hand holding the hilt of the wooden sword, he looked at the sword like a thick ink stroke, his eyes were approving, and he couldn't help but let out a light sigh.

"Heaven and earth are big, but it's just a knife. ”

After Ruan whistled lightly, he put his hands behind his back, and left with great interest.