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Prepare to prove yourself with your strength on the last day.

But now they are forced to fight more and less in a fair arena, which is really against their swordsman principles.

"Do you want to disobey?"

"The old man's face has been torn off and stepped on, what are you still holding on to for your poor self-esteem?

The Zongmen is the most important thing in everything. The Zongmen has supported you for many years. Is this how you are repaying it now?

Get on stage and kill him! "

Tantai tomorrow's face darkened.

The other two also fell silent, and looked at their disciples, obviously meaning the same thing.

"it is good!"

Be silent for a while.

The first person to agree was a handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, whose image and temperament quite fit the description of swordsmen in Jianghu story books.

His name is Meng Haoran, and he is the most outstanding descendant of the Sunset Sword Sect in this generation.

He suddenly smiled, bowed his hands respectfully to Meng Yihao and said:

"Master, I'm on stage."

After finishing speaking, he raised his long sword and walked slowly onto the ring, step by step, slowly but firmly.

Meng Yihao opened his mouth, and a tinge of regret suddenly appeared in his heart. A dark premonition told him that it might really mean the difference between life and death on and off the stage.

It's hard to beat that person on the stage, how can he get the sixth sword, and how can he have a chance to get the Heavenly Sword if he doesn't take the sixth sword.

If there is a Heavenly Sword, the Sunset Sword Sect will no longer be said to be the top sword sect after Wuyue Sword Sect, because it was originally a top sword sect!

From now on, swordsmanship in the world should be respected by him!

In a daze, Meng Tianran had already stepped onto the stage.

The other two also came to the stage, regardless of whether they wanted it or not, the order of the sect must not be violated.

"Sunset Sword Sect, Meng Tianran."

"Snowflake Sword School, Fan Fan."

"Worship the Sword Pavilion, Xu You."

"Please enlighten me!"

On the stage.

The three of them formed a formation of three talents, surrounded Qiye who was in the center, and it was faintly visible that four sharp sword qi collided continuously in the void, and the sound of agitation almost overflowed the ring.

Qiye nodded slightly: "You guys still have some guts."

Then he pulled out the long sword on the ground, which was just an ordinary fine steel long sword, which he bought from a sword sect disciple for 20 taels of silver.

In his eyes, the sword has no name, it can kill people, it is a good sword.

When he held the long sword in his hand, a surging aura surged out in waves. The three besieging people on the stage felt that their aura was being suppressed layer by layer, and they were forced to keep defending and retreating.

Just from this moment, they knew that Xu Wu was an absolute rival.

However, there are three of them!

Clang!

There was a crisp sound of drawing a sword.

The three scabbards attacked Qiye like flowing light.

At the same time, the three of them advanced with their swords, and at the same time as the sound of footsteps, afterimages in the air had already appeared.

Although they have never cooperated or even communicated before, the communication between top swordsmen is enough to use swords.

It only takes one look and one breath to know what the other party wants to do.

Three murderous intentions blocked the void, trapping Qiye in circles.

In front of the elders of the sect, even if they wanted to show mercy, they couldn't do it. The only thing they could do was to give him a good time.

As everyone knows, Qiye also thought so.

Give them a blast!

boom!

A sword energy shot up into the sky, creating a gust of wind. Luckily, Liu Guang's three scabbards were directly broken under the impact of this sword energy, and flew out.

"Heart Sword!"

Qiye's eyes flashed, and the sword moves of the three became very clear at this moment.

Heart Sword is not a move, but a state, a state. In this state, the comprehension of all sword moves can be doubled.

Commonly known as the realm of sword heart transparency.

However, after only one day and two nights, Qiye comprehended the Heart Sword. Although he hadn't reached the perfect state, he could only be called a pervert.

"The sunset over the long river!"

"Fantasy and snowy!"

"Sword Worship Style Sword Three!"

Meng Tianran's sword turned into a long river. On the vast yellow sand beach, a long winding river flowed through. At the end of the long river was a big orange sun.

When the sun sets, life ends.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, using a sword must be a killer move, otherwise it will be meaningless.

But Fan Fan's sword is bloody and rainy, and the light of the sword turns into a blood moon. Under the beautiful night, it is a killing sword.

There are three sword worship styles in the sword worship pavilion, the three swords of heaven, earth and people.

Bless the Heavenly Sword, know the secrets of the heavens, seek good luck and avoid evil,

Worship the sword of the earth, get the protection of the earth, and have unparalleled defense,

Worship man's sword, cultivate one's own body, man will conquer the sky.

And what Xu You cultivates is the human sword, man can conquer the sky!

I saw that Xu You's whole body burst out with true energy, wrapped him up, mixed with sword energy and turned into a giant sword, and slashed towards Qiye.

But Qiye is still a sword.

It was the sword that defeated Yi Jifeng of Wanjian Villa yesterday.

"Swallow the star!"

In the whirling wind, Qiye seemed to be transformed into an unfathomable black hole. The long river entered without splashing a little water, and the big day was also engulfed in black.

Meng Tianran's expression finally changed.

He felt that his sword moves had been seen through, and the route of each step was detected in advance by the opponent, as if the opposite was a sect senior who had a deeper understanding of this move than him.

But at this moment, he could no longer retreat.

With a surge of true energy, he broke through the tornado of sword energy, and both the man and the sword approached Qiye directly.

The other two also felt the same way.

Every step they took was expected, and Fenghuaxueyue really became Fenghuaxueyue, the scenery was beautiful, and there was no murderous intention.

The zhenqi on the giant sword was also stripped and swallowed inch by inch, and Xu You felt that his heart was also peeled off layer by layer, empty and uncomfortable.

"kill!"

The ultimate move was broken, but they still had swords in their hands.

clang clang! ! !

Before the vortex of sword energy dissipated on the stage, four lights and shadows were seen flowing, and the sound of sword strikes continued to sound, as if hitting people's hearts every now and then.

Everyone waited with bated breath, looking forward to who would win in the end.

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"what!!!"

With a scream, the battle in the field was quickly decided.

I saw an arm holding a sword flying high, blood sprays flew up, and a tall and thin figure flew out first and fell to the ground.

Fan Fan!

This outstanding disciple from the Snow Flower Sword Sect was pale at the moment, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but he was clenching his teeth tightly to prevent himself from screaming.

He hugged his right arm and tapped three big acupuncture points in succession, only then could he barely stop the bleeding.

Taking another look at the three people who were still fighting, he knew that he was the first to be eliminated, and the outcome of this match had nothing to do with him.

A swordsman lost his sword hand.

Is he still a swordsman?

What kind of left-handed sword? In this world, besides the natural left-handers, there are few people who can abandon the right hand and practice the left-handed sword well.

Fan Fan looked at his broken arm on the stage with sad eyes.

Under the stage, Tantai Mingri, the great elder of the Snow Flower Sword Sect, also sighed.

Three hits one, and someone broke his arm, which is inferior to others.

If he made a move again, it would be a bit unreasonable, others would definitely stop him, just because Wuyue Sword Sect didn't speak, it didn't mean they were blind.

He was about to call Fan Fan down, but he saw a sword qi going in the wrong direction in the middle of the fight, and shot directly through Fan Fan's chest.

Fan Fan stared, with blood pouring out of his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

He wanted to say something, but blood gushed out, making his voice only a few coughs.

boom!

Fan Fan's body fell directly, and blood slowly overflowed the ring and flowed down the stage.

Three days of ring battle.

He was the first person to die on stage.

But definitely not the last.

Pong!

The sword energy storm in the center of the field dissipated directly, and there were only two figures standing still.

One of them held a sword and smiled wryly, while the other was empty-handed and indifferent.

It was Nanaya who was empty-handed, because his sword was already stuck in another person.

There was only a sword hilt left on the top of the fallen figure's head, and a long sword was inserted straight into his body from his Baihui point, directly annihilating all his vitality.

He stared angrily, as if he couldn't believe it before he died.

Man conquers nature, but he never beat himself after all.

Worship Jiange, Xu You, fall!

Qiye put her hands behind her back and said calmly to the last person:

"Are you going by yourself, or shall I send you away?"

Meng Tianran of the Sunset Sword Sect took two steps back, bowed slightly towards Qiye, and said:

"Thank you for this last decency, but I'd like to give it a go."

"Tianmen, open!"

He didn't talk nonsense, a mysterious door was faintly opened above his head.

Open the gate of heaven.

Fight to the death!