Chapter 33

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Whoa!

A glamorous blood-colored sword light swept out directly, and in an instant, a sky-high killing intent rose up...

"Killing Sword Stance!" Bai Chong stood up immediately and looked at the bewitching blood-colored sword light in shock, "It's the second Stance of Illusory Sword Art, the Sword Slaying Stance, how could he be able to perform the Sword Slaying Stance?"

"Killing sword style?" Shui Hanxin was also shocked, apparently she had also heard of the illustrious name of the second killing sword style of virtual swordsmanship.

"Shui Hanxin, you are not ready to save your disciple." Bai Chonglian shouted.

Shui Hanxin's eyes were slightly heavy, staring at the two sword lights that were about to collide on the arena, and then he sighed helplessly, and his figure immediately swept out.

laugh!

On the ring, two extremely terrifying sword lights finally collided head-on, but this collision was only an instant to decide the winner.

"what?"

Ye Mo's eyes widened, watching in disbelief that the strongest sword he had unleashed was directly crushed and smashed without any room for struggle at this moment, and then the coquettish blood-colored sword light did not weaken too much. A lot of power, but still slashed towards him.

An unprecedented death crisis loomed immediately.

At a critical moment, Shui Hanxin's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, the coquettish blood-colored sword light was immediately shaken away, and the ring finally became quiet.

Ye Mo clenched his fists tightly, staring at Jian Wushuang, his heart full of unwillingness.

But no matter how unwilling it is, he is helpless. After all, he has already lost. He knows very well that if his master had not rescued him from the sword just now, he would have already died. The terrible sword just now was enough to easily kill him. body torn to shreds.

And Jian Wushuang, who was staring at him, was in extreme pain at the moment. His face had reached the extreme, and the damage to the body caused by the secret art of seizing the soul was far more terrifying than he imagined. If he knows kung fu, he has already reached his limit.

Om~~~ The secret art of seizing the soul stopped involuntarily, the soaring aura on Jian Wushuang's body also quickly subsided at this moment, and it subsided directly to a point where it was so weak that it was almost negligible, and his body was already slightly Trembling, at this moment, he has been weakened to the extreme.

But the unyielding feeling in his heart supported him not to let him fall directly to the ground. At the same time, his eyes were raised, and the three killing swords were in his hand. At this moment,

He actually pointed towards Shui Hanxin, who was directly in front of him.

"If you don't agree, you can fight again!"

At this moment, the sword intent soaring to the sky suddenly erupted.

At this moment, everyone on the school ground couldn't help but be moved. They could all see that Jian Wushuang's aura was weakened to the extreme, but despite this, the fighting spirit on his body was still undiminished, and the energy that burst out from him. Sword Intent has not weakened in the slightest.

Shui Hanxin's face was extremely cold, but at the moment, his heart was full of helplessness.

Fight again?

how is this possible? What to fight?

Today is a grudge between Jian Wushuang and Jian Meng'er. After Jian Meng'er's defeat, Ye Mo's shot is too much, should we continue to fight? That is not excessive, that is shameless.

She has a cold heart, and she is also an elder of Tianyuan Jianzong, a strong person at the peak of Jindan, of course it is impossible to lose face at all.

"Meng'er." Shui Hanxin glanced at Jian Meng'er, whose face was extremely pale, and even had a dull expression, and said in a low voice, "From today onwards, you follow me to the Tianyuan Sword Sect to practice. Within three years, you will not be allowed to. Take a step out of Tianyuan Sword Sect, and in these three years, I will do my best to teach you."

Jian Meng'er was startled, the expression on her face was quite complicated, but then she nodded respectfully and replied, "Yes."

"Jian Wushuang." Shui Hanxin looked at Jian Wushuang again, his eyes were cold, "You really won the battle today, but this only shows that my ability to teach disciples is limited, and it does not mean that my Tianyuan Sword Sect is not comparable. Your more enchanting disciple has a long way to go in Japan, I will do my best to teach Meng'er in the next three years, and after three years, I will let her come to find you, and then I will compete with you!"

"After three years, will you compete with me again?" Jian Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at Jian Meng'er, but he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

Only Jian Wushuang knew that since Jian Meng'er had already been defeated by him in today's battle, from now on this Jian Meng'er would no longer be qualified to be his opponent. After all, what he was cultivating was the step-by-step Great Heaven's Good Fortune Art, and if he continued to practice, the gap between Jian Meng'er and him would only get bigger and bigger.

He didn't speak, didn't even look at Jian Meng'er again, but turned around and walked down the ring slowly.

"You are always welcome!"

The cold words spit out from Jian Wushuang's mouth, and echoed on the school ground. Under everyone's attention, Jian Wushuang walked down the arena step by step. His pace was very busy and heavy, and it seemed that every step was very difficult. But with every step he took, everyone present could clearly sense that the sword intent on his body that was soaring to the sky actually became stronger and stronger at this moment.

Even in the eyes of everyone, Jian Wushuang suddenly seemed to have some strange things on his body at this moment.

What this thing is, no one can say.

Watching Jian Wushuang walk down the arena step by step, and then disappear in the sight of everyone step by step, the whole process was down, the school field was extremely silent, no one said a word, as if everyone was shocked by the sword intent that soared to the sky .

And just above the roof of a loft around the school grounds, four figures stood.

The four of them looked extremely old, and the leader among them was an old man in gray robes with silver hair.

The four elders of the sword pavilion!

Among them, the gray-robed old man headed by him was the old man Hong.

Today is the day that decides the fate of Jiange. Jian Wushuang did not disappoint these four elders. It can even be said that he created a miracle. In just two months, he surpassed and defeated Jian Menger. All the disciples of Jiange were surprised and proud, and the four elders of them were no exception. But at this moment, the four elders of them stood there, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

The old faces of the four of them did not show the slightest joy, but some were deeply worried.

"Brother, can you see it?" an elder asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Elder Hong nodded slowly, his eyes focused on Jian Wushuang's back from beginning to end.

"The body and mind are exhausted, the will will not fall, the sword will soar to the sky, and it will never be scattered!"

"It's the awakening of the sword soul, just like the pavilion master, you can't go wrong!"

Hearing the words "Sword Soul Awakening", the expressions of the elders of the sword pavilion became extremely solemn and solemn.

But Elder Hong raised his head and looked at the vast sky above. For some unknown reason, the originally clear sky suddenly appeared dim. Elder Hong stretched out his palm to cover the sky above, and the cold words slowly spit out from his mouth.

"Today, it's going to change!"

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