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This time, the unstoppable giant stone sword met its nemesis.

Although Yuexiu Jianruan seems limp and powerless, he can always flexibly remove the power of the giant stone sword.

Every move of the giant stone sword seemed to hit cotton.

This made him very unhappy.

After a few failed moves, his mood became violent.

The more violent he gets, the more chaotic his moves become.

Yue Xiujian quickly found his weakness and attacked without mercy.

The feminine sword energy hit the Tanzhong point of the giant stone sword.

Like a steel needle piercing into the flesh.

"ah!!!"

The giant stone sword screamed, and the heavy sword fell to the ground with a thud. His own legs weakened and he knelt in front of Yue Xiujian.

It felt like all the strength in his body had been taken away, and he could no longer stand up.

Although Yuexiu Sword wanted his life, it made him more embarrassed than death.

After a moment of silence, the crowd shouted in an uproar.

"The Yuexiu Sword is made of cowhide!"

"Awesome, super awesome!"

"This move is so cool!"

"Worship!"

"I want to become Yue Xiujian's disciple."

The giant stone sword was driven off the competition stage by his apprentice.

The great swordsman waved his hand again.

Yuexiu Sword's name is ranked above the Giant Stone Sword.

A faint sneer appeared on his feminine face, but he was more restrained than the giant stone sword. Even though he was enthusiastically welcomed by the audience, he only gave a slight hug.

Calmly wait for the next challenger.

He is very aware of his strengths and weaknesses.

Feminine swordsmanship has no advantage against ordinary swordsmen, but it is the nemesis of strong swordsmen like the giant stone sword.

He remained calm and waited until he had fought several people with the giant stone sword and cleared many obstacles for himself before he took the stage to challenge.

He is well aware that his qualifications and abilities are limited, and his biggest goal this time is to maintain the level of Sword Chi.

Ability is important, but so are tactics.

"I hope I have better luck and can stay for a few more games."

He thought so in his mind.

When he was staring at the giant stone sword, there were other people staring at him.

After a few cannon fodder.

His natural enemy also appears.

"I'm with the Gale Wind Sword! Come and ask for advice!"

As the opponent drew his sword, a whirlwind suddenly spread across the arena.

The feminine power of Yuexiu Sword was eaten by the whirlwind, and it was unable to exert its advantage at all.

The Gale Wind Sword is both strong and soft, and there is strength hidden in the whirlwind. It attacks frequently, and the Yuexiu Sword cannot bear it at all.

Within a few rounds, he was defeated.

However, he knew how to protect himself. Seeing that the situation was over, he pretended to be hit by a whirlwind and flew out of the competition ring.

Among all the people so far, he is the only swordsman who escaped without any injuries.

The name of Gale Sword was left on the hero list.

Gale Sword didn't hide his smile.

The competition has now reached a new level.

Most of the challengers in the sky are swordsmen, and there are fewer and fewer swordsmen.

The great swordsman's eyes were as dark as water from beginning to end, and there was no expression on his old face.

It seems that he has watched hundreds of games like this, and no matter what kind of situation he can't catch his attention.

He is like a tool man who performs his duties.

Mechanically writing down names one after another on the hero list.

"The Gale Sword is very likely to hit the swordsman this time."

"It's not that easy for a swordsman!"

"Those experts haven't shown up yet."

"Probably waiting for the opportunity. After all, real bosses don't bother to fight with low-level people."

"But there are not many people ranked in the previous queue. If there is no upset, the Gale Sword should be able to catch up with the swordsman."

"Where do so many dark horses come from?"

"Have you forgotten the prophecy of the great swordsman? This time the sword god will be born among the newcomers."

"Stop dreaming, no matter how new you are, you must be a swordsman, not a coolie like us."

Gale Sword has won several games in a row.

There was no one of the swordsman level to challenge him, and several swordsmaniacs of the same level also lost.

"I'm coming!"

"The first swordsman appears!"

A swordsman holding two swords flew up to the arena.

The audience was excited.

"This is the whirlwind sword."

The swordsman shook his hands and danced out a fierce sword flower, bringing up a strong wind.

The dust on the stage flew everywhere, and the audience's heads and faces were covered with dust.

"The Rift vs. the Tornado, it's going to be a great show!"

"Who do you think will win?"

"The Gale Sword has good momentum, I bet on the Gale Sword!"

"That's not necessarily the case. As the saying goes, old age makes you hotter!"

"That's right, the Whirlwind Sword hasn't been lying down and sleeping every day for a hundred years. His swordsmanship also needs to improve."

"There is something called momentum, and the momentum of Gale Wind Sword has been spelled out."

The audience didn't care about the dust, wiped their faces, and widened their eyes in excitement.

call--

call--

The two whirlwinds collided violently on the competition stage.

All the yellow sand around was blown up, just like in the desert.

The audience covered their eyes with their hands, pursed their lips, and tried their best to look at the situation on the stage.

The wind and sand were so strong that I could only see two shadows bumping into each other inside.

certainly.

Among the crowd, there were also a few unmoving shadows.

Those are all the seed players of this hero meeting.

The great swordsman behind the competition stage was also as solid as a rock. His hair and beard were flying in gray robes, but not a single grain of sand fell on him.

There was no emotion in his expression.

when!

Suddenly there was a violent metallic clang.

In the wind and sand, a black shadow fell slumped.

"Who's winning?"

"Who's winning?"

The audience widened their eyes and craned their necks.

The wind stopped.

The yellow sand slowly fell back.

The one standing gradually revealed his face.

"Firewind Sword!"

"The Gale Sword wins!"

"Niubi!"

"The Gale Sword charges towards the swordsman!"

The audience was silent for two seconds and burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Those who won the bet on Gale Wind Sword were as happy as if they had won.

Whirlwind Sword fell to the ground, covered in scars and dying.

His disciples silently came up to the stage and carried him off.

Although Gale Sword won the battle, he was still seriously injured. He wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and managed to stand while panting.

It looks like it can't last much longer.

At this time, whoever goes up to challenge will take advantage.

really.

Several low-level swordsmen jumped out and rushed to the stage.

"shameless!"

"Despicable!"

"Even if you win, you won't win with force, and you don't deserve to be on the hero list!"

Although the crowd booed, those people went on regardless and even started fighting in the audience.

And someone took advantage of it and jumped onto the competition stage.

The great swordsman just watched indifferently and did not stand up for justice.

"I'm here to cry for the Soul Sword!"

This man couldn't wait to take action as soon as he came on stage.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves was heard.

He carried the fierce sword energy and charged towards the Gale Sword fiercely.

The Gale Sword didn't move at the same place, and it seemed that it didn't even have the strength to run.

Everyone looked nervously at the stage.

There is anger and regret.

Everyone thought that Gale Sword had suffered a loss.

However.

When the Weeping Soul Sword approached, Liefeng Sword's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The sword moved slightly.

A whirlwind suddenly appeared from behind the Weeping Soul Sword, completely wrapping him up and smashing him into pieces.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Not even a whole body.

The howling sounds of ghosts and wolves seemed to be mourning the Soul-Weeping Sword itself.

"ox!"

"Swordsman! Swordsman!"

"The new swordsman!"

No one sympathized with the Weeping Soul Sword, and the audience cheered for the Gale Sword.

Gale Sword stood precariously on the competition stage, his expression extremely cold.

Those who were not on stage looked frightened and hid in the crowd in despair.

"Swordsmen like this are truly respectable swordsmen!" Lao Tie said in admiration as he looked at the Gale Sword on the stage.

I glanced at him and suddenly asked: "Do you want to become such a swordsman?"

"I can not"

Before the audience's voice subsided, someone else came on stage.

But no one dared to boo.

Because, this time, it was another swordsman who went up.

The proprietress of the Hero Building.