The dim black sword trembled slightly, this time not because of Xie Rou's nervousness, but because the true yuan in her body had begun to spurt violently into the black sword.

Huang Pulian's pupils also shrank sharply.

He didn't see any picture of the true yuan wandering on the surface of the black sword, Xie Rou's true yuan poured directly into the black sword along the hilt!

At the same time, he saw a purple mist begin to rise from the tip of the black sword.

Countless wisps of purple mist as fine as needles erupted from the tip of the black sword at an astonishing speed, and in just an instant, a purple mist formed in front of him, and Xie Rou's figure had disappeared directly behind the purple mist.

A loud cry erupted from his mouth.

The Qiyao Sword in his hand was still horizontal in front of his chest, stretched out and pushed forward.

Seven dazzling rays of light on the sword's body joined together, forming a moving wall of light in front of him.

This is the famous defensive sword style "Yokoyama Break" of the Iron Screen Sword Academy.

When Xie Rou's True Yuan poured directly into the black sword, he had already determined that the black sword in the other party's hand was not a standard Hundred Tempered Steel Sword at all, and it must be an amazing famous sword.

Without knowing what the amazing effect of the sword in Xie Rou's hand was, he naturally took a steady defensive position.

The purple mist was weak, and was instantly dispersed by his horizontal sword, and Xie Rou's figure reappeared in his sight.

At the same time, however, a wisp of sweet fragrance rushed straight into his mind, causing his mind to sink suddenly.

"Poison!"

Huang Pulian reacted instantly, and let out another scream in an extremely rapid manner, squirting out all the inhaled air in his chest through this scream and the squeeze of Zhenyuan.

At the same time, the golden sword that radiated a dazzling light in his hand slashed forward without pause with an indomitable aura.

The air in front of him shook, followed by a roar, as if there were suddenly several more wrestlers in front of his sword body carrying a huge pillar towards Xie Rou.

This is the "Fighting Mountain Style" of the Iron Screen Sword Academy, which is not the most exquisite and ruthless sword style in the Iron Screen Sword Academy, but it is definitely one of the most fierce and domineering sword styles.

No matter what kind of toxin the purple mist contained, he was still confident that he would defeat Xie Rou before the poison.

Xie Rou's face was slightly pale, and the dull black sword in her hand slashed out, but instead of facing the front, it swept backwards.

Her body followed the whirling slash of the sword, and flew directly backwards like a bird.

There was an unexpected glint in the eyes of many of the candidates.

In addition to the sword in Xie Rou's hand, they began to discover that Xie Rou was not as weak as they thought. At this time, this move "Yan Xiang Slash" was originally used for rapid attack, but at this time, she used it to escape backwards, which was extremely subtle, and it was impossible for most of them to react faster and do better.

However, in the eyes of the vast majority of people, Xie Rou still cannot win.

Because Huang Pulian's change of moves is also extremely fast.

There was a crackling sound.

The roar in everyone's ears had not yet subsided, and the air was already filled with the sound of cloth tearing.

Huang Pulian's head was raised high, and the sword in his hand turned into a provocation.

A crimson sword flame detached from his sword body, swept upwards and flew out, falling on Xie Rou's body that had just flown backwards.

This sword flame looks like a burning cloud, and the name of the sword style is also "burning cloud", and the sword intent stretches across the sky, even if Xie Rou gives birth to wings, there is no time to dodge at this moment.

Xie Rou can only be hard-connected.

Looking at such a picture, Zhang Yi was so nervous that she even stopped breathing completely.

He felt that Huang Pulian was really strong, and if he was in Xie Rou's situation, he might not be able to catch this sword.

The wind and rain roared, followed by thunder.

In everyone's sight, Xie Rou didn't care about her falling body, her body fell freely, and the sword in her hand slashed forward in an instant.

The sword qi that shot wildly swept the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to form a wind and rain, and then purple thunder lights appeared in the wind and rain.

The shock in the eyes of many onlookers was even stronger.

This is the Guanshan Wind Thunder Sword Style in Guanzhong.

This sword is strong.

Especially the momentum is very strong.

They never thought that a girl like Xie Rou would be able to display such a sword intent like many Guanzhong tycoons.

Huang Pu didn't even think of it.

However, he didn't think he was going to lose.

Thinking of Geng Blade's warning earlier, he took a deep breath, and while not letting his True Yuan go completely berserk, he once again exported a stream of True Yuan into the Qiyao Sword in his hand.

Sneer...

A dense stabbing sound rang out.

The wind and rain have officially met with the burning clouds.

There was a muffled bang.

In just an instant, the wind, rain and thunder all collapsed, and Xie Rou's body, which was originally falling freely, swung up high, and then flew out upside down in a strange posture like a kite with a broken string.

The breathing of many people in the arena had completely stopped, and many people squinted at Xie Rou's body flying upside down, thinking about how Huang Pulian should end the battle.

However, at this moment, Huang Pulian's strong body froze suddenly.

The ground beneath his feet was already wet with tiny raindrops, but as he paused abruptly, two waves of dust suddenly exploded under his feet.

There was another scream from his mouth.

This roar was filled with a strong sense of shock.

In front of him, among the scattered crimson sword flames and scattered raindrops and fine lightning bolts, hundreds of thin black lights were shooting towards him!

At this time, only he had time to perceive these thin black lights like fine needles, and only he could perceive clearly that these thin lights still came from the tip of Xie Rou's sword.

These black thin lights came from the inside of the black sword in Xie Rou's hand, and with the violent gushing of her true yuan, it naturally flew out with the sword momentum of this sword!

The most important thing is that these black thin lights exude an even stronger sweet and fishy smell, which made his eyes blur for just this moment.

As the two waves of dust exploded under his feet, the wrist of his sword-wielding right hand turned extremely soft, and his entire arm swung rapidly like a circle.

The sword light swirled in front of him, expanding.

The blazing golden sword light formed an open umbrella in front of him.

"What kind of sword pose is this?"

One of the candidates screamed in shock.

This was obviously a more amazing defensive sword style than the "Hengshan Break", but he hadn't even heard of it, and it should be one of the secret swords of the Iron Screen Sword Academy.

The oncoming black light was blocked by Huang Pulian's sword.

However, Huang Pulian, who was on the spot, turned pale sharply.

A stream of black gas flowed along the sword in his hand, to the hilt of his sword in an instant, and then to his hand.

A feeling of weakness quickly appeared in his body, as if he hadn't eaten for many days, and then his vision was completely blurred.

He couldn't see it.

A muffled sound of "Peng" sounded in front of him.

He knew it was Xie Rou's sound of falling to the ground.

His hand lifted as hard as he could, trying to throw the sword out in that instant, turning it into a meteor.

However, his strength seemed to be drained all of a sudden, and when he raised his hand, he already felt that his sword could not be thrown in front of Xie Rou.

"How is that possible!"

His remaining strength turned into a scream of disbelief.

The Seven Yao Sword in his hand dimmed sharply and fell to the ground.

His whole body fell weakly forward, and he fell to his knees.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Many exclamations rang out at the same time.

Among the people who spoke out, some were even division commanders who watched the battle.

Everyone had already thoroughly seen that Xie Rou's sword contained an astonishing poison, and the tip of her dull black sword was densely covered with many fine holes that spewed out poison.

What made them extremely puzzled was that since the poison contained in this sword was so terrifying, then Xie Rou should also be hit by this poison.

In the midst of such a collision of vitality, such a highly toxic vitality should permeate her body at the same time.

However, at this time, Xie Rou, who had fallen to the ground, had already stood up.

Her whole body was still trembling, but her presence made many people feel palpitations.

"It's a poisonous dragon!"

An exclamation came from nowhere, and just listening to the sound made it clear that this person was full of fear in his heart.

"Poisonous Dragon!"

"It turned out to be...!"

Many of the teachers and students in the cultivation ground gasped at the same time, and their bodies suddenly stiffened.

"Finally someone knows the sword. ”

The pure glass in the shed sneered and said coldly.

Tantai Guanjian turned his head with some emotion and looked at Ding Ning who was trapped in the dusk.

This sword is a legend.

It was once the sword of Lian Ji, the strongest cultivator of the Great Zhao Dynasty in the previous generation.

The seemingly plain Xuantie sword body is actually embedded with a Danjing taken out of the body of a real poisonous dragon. With the strength of the true element, Danjing will exude different toxins, and the hilt of this sword is made of yellow dragon horn, which can easily remove the threat of these toxins.

In the campaigns of the Qin and Zhao dynasties of the previous dynasty, this sword once killed tens of thousands of Qin troops at one time.

It's just that because it was a few decades ago, this sword has long since disappeared from the field of vision of cultivators in the world with the death of its master, and few people know it.

And this wine shop boy remembers it vividly.

Could he have known that this sword was returned to Zhao Kuo, the guard of Chengping Pass of the Zhao Dynasty, after Lian Ji's death, and finally returned to the Sword Valley of the Minshan Sword Sect as Chengping Pass was broken by the Great Qin army?

"Win..."

Zhang Yi looked at Xie Rou, who was standing with a sword, and was a little incredulous for a while.

But as he trembled, he began to understand why Xie Rou was able to pass the previous level more lightly than the vast majority of the candidates present.