In the midst of thousands of pairs of emotionally complex and inexplicable gazes, the long sword incarnated by the ghost face and finger finally turned into a wave-shaped sword wave, and the space around the body became distorted and illusory.

Of course, this is by no means that his strength has reached the level of being able to distort space, but only the visual effect brought by the rippling sword waves, and under his hateful blow, his own strength has increased to a considerable extent.

Zhang Rusong, who was facing the ghost, stood with his long sword erected in front of him, the blade facing outward, and the right hand holding the sword waved violently, rushing directly towards the ghost face, even if there was a sword wave surging like a sea tide on the opposite side, he was not afraid.

The ghost face who lost the long sword and Zhang Rusong, who was holding the long sword, collided together in an exclamation, the sword-shaped waves fluttered around, and the cyan sword qi overflowed, and at the same time, the two people who were entangled began a pure swordsmanship competition.

Basic swordsmanship, there are many moves such as stabbing and slashing, hanging and flirting, and so on, everyone who practices swords starts to practice from these basic swordsmanship, day after day, year after year, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will have some achievements and swordsmanship, and you will also have your own understanding of swordsmanship.

However, the difference between people is that the same thing, the power of comprehension is never the same, such as the ghost face, in the process of fighting swordsmanship with Zhang Rusong on behalf of the sword, it is obvious that he feels that his strength is inadequate, obviously it is also a stabbing sword, and he always has some charm when he makes it, not as good as Zhang Rusong's freewheeling, as if born rooted in his heart.

There is also his own sword wave, compared to Zhang Rusong's cyan sword qi power is also a lot worse, this is by no means his own martial arts are inferior to the other side, on the contrary, his three-tone sword should be higher than the many swordsmanship that the other party has learned, but he hates his lack of talent, otherwise comprehending the second layer of sword wave and defeating Zhang Rusong is enough to effortlessly.

Finally, in the seventeenth form of the sword fight between the two, Zhang Rusong's long sword shattered the body protection sword wave of the ghost face, and the sword body pierced into the middle point of the ghost face's chest, and the sword finger of the ghost face was still half a palm away from Zhang Rusong's heart, and there was also a dense true qi shield of Zhang Rusong in the middle.

Ghost Face looked down in disbelief at the long sword that stabbed him, blood flowed from his mouth, and his face full of sword marks was tangled and painfully twisted together, even more terrifying and hideous.

Zhang Rusong's face remained unchanged, and he took out his long sword and took a few steps back, in case this person fought back on the verge of death and caused unnecessary damage to himself, and at the same time, the long sword was held behind him, his left hand and fingers were crossed to his chest, his clothes were fluttering, and the posture of the winner was unobstructed.

These seventeen-style sword fights can only be counted as one move, plus the previous moves, so Zhang Rusong can be regarded as fulfilling his promise to kill the ghost face within ten moves.

Ahem, the ghost face coughed up blood foam, his eyes were a little gloomy, and he whispered, "I died here before I took revenge, I am unwilling, I am unwilling." ”

Although he was unwilling, Ghost Face was also a congenital master, and he knew very well his state at this time, and he was stabbed by a long sword in the middle of the body, and Zhang Rusong's sword qi was raging, and he was rampage in his body, and he had already cut off many meridians in his body.

These are actually not a big deal, his internal strength is profound, his true qi cultivation is amazing, and he can temporarily suppress the injury, but the sword qi containing sword intent in Zhang Rusong's core is difficult to eradicate at all, like a seed planted, rooted in his blood and qi sea, absorbing his vitality as nourishment, and finally growing into a blood-colored green pine.

Zhang Rusong looked at the ghost face and muttered to himself full of loneliness and unwillingness, there was no sympathy in his heart, there were stories on the rivers and lakes, but there were big and small, ordinary and extraordinary, so the ghost face was nothing special.

His eyes suddenly widened, and the two fingers of his left hand across his chest stabbed fiercely.

The audience on the audience only saw a cyan light dot shining on the chest of the ghost face, and then the whole person seemed to become a light person, and he floated upwards half a foot high without free will.

In a frightened gaze, a brilliant sword flower burst out from Ghost Face's chest, and in the blink of an eye, countless dense cyan sword qi shot out from Ghost Face's body, hitting the black stone platform with a clanging sound.

And the state of the ghost face at this time was even more miserable than the bronze armor that was broken off by Huang Jiu, the whole body was like a sieve, all of them were sword-shaped hollows, and the skin was also cracked, but there was no blood flowing out, but it was shriveled like a piece of clothing draped over his body.

Seeing this scene, the scene of the gladiatorial arena was silent at first, because he was shocked, his brain was in a blank state, and then a warm upsurge of pursuit broke out, because he reacted, from the first amazing finger to the last wonderful swordsmanship competition, Zhang Rusong and Ghost Face can be said to have taught many martial arts masters a vivid lesson.

Huangfu Xu let out a long sigh of relief, and the look in his eyes was inexplicable, "The last move is the combination of the Lotus Sword Technique and the Green Pine Sword Technique, and it is also mixed with his own superior sword path that everything in heaven and earth can be used as a sword, okay, if I have a child who wants to practice swords in the future, he is the best swordsmanship teacher." ”

A surprise is a surprise, but one after another surprises have made Huang Fuxu accustomed to it, and these joking words not only reflect the ease and joy in his heart at this time, but also show his importance to Zhang Rusong.

Ling Xiaoxiao's delicate face turned red, Huang Fuxu just said a little jokingly, hearing that there was a strong hint in her ears, she secretly sighed in her heart, but it was actually sweet and beautiful, and her eyes unconsciously looked at Huang Fuxu and became tender.

As for the person in charge of the gladiatorial arena, Uncle Wang Min, at this time, he felt like a dog in his heart, Mo Jinfeng's two trump cards died in the gladiatorial arena, and he couldn't afford such a heavy responsibility at all.

Knowing that this was the result, he tried to shirk it and avoid Fan An's appointment, anyway, there are excuses, but unfortunately now that the wood is in the boat, everyone is dead, and it is useless to think about it anymore.

Facing Fan Anzhi's smug face, Wang Min gritted his teeth, forced out a smile and complimented, "Master Fan is really showing his might this time, and the two masters under his command have all cut down the first two aces in my gladiatorial arena, amazing, powerful." ”

Fan An naturally knew that Wang Minyan was insincere, but he didn't pay attention to it, this time he borrowed the power of Huang Fuxu to raise his eyebrows, and he also counted one of his thoughts.

Even he didn't expect Huang Fuxu's subordinates to be so powerful and so strong, Huang Jiu would forget it, this mediocre Zhang Rusong also had this kind of martial arts, which was really enviable.

"Haha, it's also luck, since the victory and defeat have been decided, Ji Nai-kun, you still haven't announced the results? I'm going to lead my people to set up a table to celebrate the feast." ”

Hearing this, Ji Nai suppressed the doubts in his heart, nodded and flew up to the gladiatorial arena, announcing to the thousands of spectators that the gladiatorial battle was won, and then took Zhang Rusong down the gladiatorial arena, and the audience also left one after another, some of them were happy, obviously making a lot of money, and some were sad, and they were inevitably scolded by the tigress after returning home.

Looking at Fan An's distant figure, Wang Min's original smiling face changed, and his face was gloomy as if he could drip water, "The matter has come to this, this savage and Duan Chuan are the best candidates to replace the bronze armor ghost face." Fan An, I hope you can get acquainted. ”

Thinking so, Wang Min whispered to a horse-faced guard behind him, obviously holding back some bad water, but where he couldn't see, nearly 30 of the more than 1,000 spectators who withdrew from the venue gradually gathered together, and slowly followed a man and a woman to leave, and finally caught up with Fan An with Huang Jiu and Zhang Rusong.