There was boos from the audience. Yue Haizhuo's smiling face also sank instantly. And Yue Shanchuan's face was still extremely ugly, and he was smiling again. It's just that in their hearts, the desired outcome is very different.

Ji Feng was about to be unable to support it, and Lu Shihan released the hilt of the sword with his right hand. One turned sideways, gathered in the palm of his hand, and the palm wind tore through the air. Seeing that it was time to compete for internal strength cultivation again, the monsoon could not condense the cyclone in the body, so he had to choose to avoid it.

I saw him slam his hands on the ground and step back. It's on the edge of the ring. With his hands on the ground, he shook it with his waist and rolled over on his side. As if his feet were born in the ring, he slipped and slid over.

Lu Shihan missed this blow, and his remaining momentum was not reduced, and he almost fell into the ring. The palm slammed into the ground before it stopped. I saw her turn around suddenly, her brows furrowed.

She began to panic. Although she obviously has a huge advantage, Monsoon obviously can't hurt her. But in those deep, gritty eyes, she saw something special.

She even began to get scared. Afraid that he will lose, afraid that he will face the teacher without shame. Afraid, insulting the name of the Sword Saint's heir.

I saw her jump, her true qi soared, and her sword was slashed. The Butterfly Rain Sword flew into the air, one into two, two into four, and turned into a hundred sword shadows. The blue light flickered, and the sword aura was monstrous.

There was silence in the room, all eyes on the sky. This is the legendary skill of asking Jianshan to take care of the house - Ten Thousand Swords.

At present, although Lu Shihan is only about a hundred swords. But it was extremely difficult to turn the sword qi into a sword shadow visible to the naked eye. Not only does it require strong internal cultivation, but the requirements for the sword are also extremely high. Although this move is called Ten Thousand Swords, it has been since ancient times. No one has ever been able to summon ten thousand swords at the same time. Even if you ask the head of the previous generation of Sword Mountain, the legendary swordsman can only summon a thousand swords.

Everyone stared blankly. I didn't think that the first round of the World Martial Arts Conference would be so exciting. It's just like the previous finals. No, it's better than the previous finals. Because, no one has ever performed such an astonishing move as the Ten Thousand Sword Technique in the World Martial Arts.

It is no wonder that the candidates to participate in the World Martial Arts Association are all young disciples under the age of twenty. Who can practice the Ten Thousand Swords Technique before the age of 20? If you put it in the past, the answer to this question would definitely be "no"

And now, the answer to that question will change like never before. What's more, the girl was only sixteen......

"It seems that this year's disciples are all of a very high level. This first round was unexpected. I don't know what kind of surprises there will be behind. It's really exciting. ”

When Xiao Lanyu heard this, her face changed greatly. Unexpectedly, his beloved apprentice used his own trick in the first round. Exposure too early will only make the people behind them wary.

In the ring, the shadow of the sword flew. The sword shadows in the sky were all neatly arranged behind Lu Shihan. With a decisive pull of her hand, her two fingers pointed sharply at the monsoon, and all of these sword shadows shot out sharply. The target of the attack is the entire ring.

Monsoons are inevitable. He raised his broken sword and used all his strength. I want to gather a little qi, pour it into the sword, and fight against it. However, the conflict between the two exercises in his body also made the aura leaking out of his body amazing. provoked countless viewers who did not know the truth to praise him for his profound cultivation.

The shadow of the sword fell in the sky. The masonry in the ring was shattered and dust was everywhere. Lu Shihan was still like a fairy, standing in the air, and then sacrificed a hundred sword shadows and shot into the dust. His eyes calmly looked at the ring at his feet.

For a while, the sand and dust were so thick that I couldn't see the situation clearly. Everyone also kept their eyes open and waited for the dust to fade.

Gradually, a gust of wind blew, taking away a lot of yellow sand. The situation in the ring is also gradually becoming clear. Everyone's eyes widened, and Yue Haizhuo, Xiao Lanyu and the others also stood up from their seats and watched the situation in the ring.

I saw a person lying on the ground, motionless. The body is scarred, as if it has been penetrated by ten thousand swords. The masonry on the ground was shattered, and blood flowed into the cracks, like red streams.

In the eyes of everyone, the powerful aura around him just now was just a false move. Didn't play a role.

"The first round, thirty games, ask Jianshan - Lu Shihan wins!" The audience suddenly burst into shouts and cheers.

Yue Shanchuan also applauded. Only Yue Haizhuo and Xiao Lanyu looked extremely calm. Although Yue Haizhuo had long known that Monsoon would lose, he didn't expect much from him. But judging from the process, I still feel a little sorry.

"Ah, comfort. Wang Sheng finally came out of the latrine, and his walking was still a little unsteady, probably because he had been squatting for too long. I saw a bloody man walking in front of me. My whole body trembled and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hey, isn't this the monsoon? I was beaten so badly! It's good that I didn't go......"

"Poof~" The feeling of ten thousand horses galloping in Wang Sheng's belly came again, as if it was more violent than just now, and he hurriedly ran to the thatched house. When countless flies saw him coming again, they also quickly flew away. Could it be that even the flies are frightened by his stench?

Monsoon was taken to the infirmary to heal his wounds. After identification, the meridians of the whole body were broken, and the bones were fragmented. He was unconscious and on the verge of death. After three days, if he does not wake up, he can be judged dead. If you can wake up, you will be a crippled person.

Lu Shihan hurried to the hospital, she helped Monsoon Wind, sat cross-legged, and drove her skills to heal her wounds.

Such a peerless beauty came to the medical hall, attracting countless onlookers. Many people come to see patients under the pretext of visiting patients. And outside the window, there were already crazy squeezed heads, completely stuffed. Even the patient who had been paralyzed in bed for many years suddenly stood up.

At this time, I don't know how many people are envious and jealous of the monsoon. They can't wait to be seriously injured themselves, go to the ghost gate to close the door, in exchange for a beauty to heal their wounds, and die without regrets.

"Senior sister, you still have a lot of games ahead of you, you can't lose the true yuan for him!" A woman in white outside the door easily squeezed in and shouted.

Lu Shihan ignored her, but increased the output of his skills, and said to the unconscious back:

"What the hell are you looking for?"

-- Three days later --

Monsoon vultures lie there, and their breathing fades away, and death can be identified. Lu Shihan came to the door of the medical hall, and when he heard the news, his whole body was shocked, and he suddenly felt that a thousand catties of boulders were pressing down in his heart.

She half-pulled out the sword in her hand, and the cold blade reflected her rare face. "When", like a drop of essence falling into the calm lake, slashed across the blade of the sword, leaving only a faint bitterness.

"What is this? tears? Why? Why is it for an irrelevant person?"

After the death of the monsoon, he was only wrapped in a bamboo mat, and he was hastily buried in a mass grave in the south of the city. Not even a tombstone has been erected. No one pursued the matter, after all, who would blame a peerless beauty for an unknown dead man.