Chapter 1948 The First Swordsman and the Second Swordsman
"Puff——"
When his body was swept down the mountain, Murong Yi spit out blood again. If he fell down like this.
He would definitely die!
But he didn't fall down...
On the way down, his figure slowly faded away like Xiao Feng before, and then disappeared...
This time, the Holy Xuan Continent marched into the Holy Land of the Tianxuan Continent, led by Xiao Feng and Murong Yi...
Now, although Jing Hang and the others have not yet decided the winner, the two leaders have been seriously injured and left the stage in disgrace!
They came in forcefully, but left with scars...
Everything seemed to be a foil for the top Tianjiao outside the Tianxuan Continent...
"Won?"
"Actually won!"
All this happened in just a moment. When Murong Yi disappeared, everyone was still a little overwhelmed.
Until Murong Yi completely disappeared, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting on the second white jade chair, fell down with difficulty...
After a loud bang, people reacted!
"As expected of the number one swordsman of Tianshan Sword Sect, Jian Wushuang is really amazing!"
"People often compare Jian Wushuang, Long Wangji and the Crown Prince. Today I realized that people really underestimate Jian Wushuang."
"In my opinion, apart from Lou Qianxue who suppressed a generation of genius, Jian Wushuang is a first-rate young master, while the Crown Prince, Long Wangji and others can only be regarded as second-rate top masters..."
"Yes, they are now... they should not be considered at the same level!"
When everyone was talking, their eyes could not help but glance at the Crown Prince on the eighth white jade chair.
He is also very strong.
But it is obvious that he is no longer qualified to be compared with Jian Wushuang.
Not only that, even Mu Zhanfeng, Xuehua, and Prince Yu... are much stronger than him!
"But... Jian Wushuang seems to have been seriously injured. Will he be okay?"
Some people also looked at the second white jade chair with concern.
At this moment...
On the first white jade chair, Lou Qianxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened a pair of beautiful eyes full of light.
Then, she raised her sleeves slightly, and a green light flashed, sinking into Jian Wushuang's body!
The rich vitality was injected into Jian Wushuang's body, rapidly repairing the wounds in his body. He moved his body slightly, and then slowly recovered his energy. He opened his eyes and saw the snow-white figure on the first white jade chair. A faint smile appeared on his lips: "Thank you, elder."
He said in a low voice.
Then he tried his best to sit up straight, but he did not immediately realize that the second white jade chair was either for practice or healing. He lowered his head and looked down, his eyes fixed on the fifth white jade chair.
There was the second sword son of Tianshan Sword Sect, Xuehua.
The seven great sword sons of Tianshan Sword Sect, some were born in famous families, and some had miserable life experiences.
He, the first sword son, and Xuehua, the second sword son, were born in miserable families.
When he was young, he was adopted by Tianshan Sword Sect and named Sword Son. They have been brothers and sisters since childhood. The affection they have grown up with is naturally incomparable to others.
But he is devoted to swords and is not good at expressing himself, but there is no doubt that Xuehua is the most important person in his heart besides his master, and other brothers are second.
Xuehua seems indifferent, but he is more thoughtful than him. On weekdays, he is the eldest brother of Tianshan Sword Sect. Everyone respects him because of his cultivation, but other brothers respect Xuehua because Xuehua has been teaching and guiding them...