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Wushuangjian's hair and eyelashes were still stained with frost.

The fire-like red dress fluttered in the cold wind.

Three flying swords hang beside him.

The two swords, one long and one short, were not stained with any blood.

At her feet were pieces of broken ice.

Among them are the shapes of eyes and stumps. There is also a Mingshuang sword, held by a frozen severed hand.

The audience was suffocating.

Not only did Mingshuang Sword Master lose, he was actually still alive.

The most important thing is that he died under his own swordsmanship!

What is the level of strength of the Unparalleled Sword?

The sky was filled with frost, and no one saw how Mingshuang Sword Master died. The audience only felt that the face behind the red gauze became more and more terrifying.

The name of Sword Master Mingshuang has disappeared from the hero list.

The great swordsman was covered in frost and his face was expressionless.

"A generation of sword masters has fallen."

It was quiet for a long time, and then someone suddenly let out a long sigh.

The audience gradually gathered in front of the competition stage, but they didn't know what to say.

Language seemed very pale at this time.

No low-level swordsman without eyesight would dare to challenge him.

In the battle of sword gods, there is only the last Red Sky Sword Master left.

The audience looked around.

When the ice on the competition stage completely melted, the Scarlet Sky Sword Master finally appeared.

He flew from a distant rooftop and landed on the stage.

A middle-aged man with a calm demeanor.

"Are you the Chixiao Sword Master?" Wushuangjian looked him up and down, "The people who are tied with my master are indeed more presentable than the ones before."

"But that's all."

Chixiao Jian's face was slightly tugged, and he said: "Little girl, don't speak too wildly, be careful of your tongue. Senior Wuji is a gentle man, hasn't he taught you that you should be more humble?"

"Humility is just an excuse for the weak!" Wushuangjian snorted contemptuously, "Just because my master is slow in everything, he was surpassed by me."

"Do you want to learn from him?"

Chixiao Sword shook his head slightly and pushed the scabbard away with his fingers.

A long sword covered with flame patterns was revealed.

Unlike the Mingshuang Sword, the Chixiao Sword exudes a completely opposite burning aura.

This time the audience has gained experience and stayed away in advance.

"No matter if you are ice or flames, you are useless against my flying sword!"

Wushuangjian smiled slightly, and the two swords and the flying sword were dispatched together.

The Chixiao sword suddenly ignited with red flames.

The war breaks out!

The wet and cold water vapor quickly evaporated, and the town turned into an extremely hot world again.

Fireballs flew everywhere.

The air was distorted by the burning flames.

The audience had no intention of watching the battle and stayed far away, waiting for the outcome of the battle.

boom!

Boom!

The sky on that side was dyed red, like the setting sun.

There were constant heart-stopping roars.

Flying sand and flying rocks.

The sky and the earth change color.

It seemed like a century had passed before the movement slowly subsided.

The audience came out one after another.

The town was filled with black smoke and unextinguished flames everywhere.

On the competition stage, there were two vague figures.

"Who's winning?"

Some people swallowed their saliva and walked boldly over there.

Lao Tie and I mixed in the crowd.

The first thing I saw was the Wushuang Sword.

Her red dress was burned in many places, and the red gauze covering her face fell off.

It was an unattractive face, with a burnt scar on the cheek.

The Sword Master of the Red Sky was right opposite her.

The clothes were intact, and the flames on the sword were still intact.

In comparison, Wushuang Sword is much more embarrassed.

"You didn't even win?"

"Another draw?"

The audience was stunned.

"Little girl, it won't do you any good to continue fighting. The art of swordsmanship is not easy. If you give up, I won't hurt your life!" Chixiao Sword's voice was still very steady and powerful.

"Hmph! Hypocrisy!" Wushuangjian snorted coldly, not appreciating it, "The battle is not over yet, we don't know who will lose and who will win!"

"Little girl, your sword energy is almost exhausted. If you continue to fight, it is very likely that you will die. You have to think clearly."

"If you can't be a sword god, what's the point of keeping your sword energy?"

Wushuangjian took a deep breath, swung his swords, and struck out.

The Chixiao Sword Master shook his head slightly, and the flames of the sword exploded, turning directly into a burning fireball.

boom!

The light was dazzling and the fireball exploded.

After the audience reopened their eyes, they were completely calmer than on the stage. Everyone thought that Wushuang Sword was certain to die.

But it was Chixiao Sword Master who fell.

Chixiao Sword's clothes caught fire and soon turned into a burning man, leaving only ashes.

Wushuangjian supported his body with his long sword and stood precariously on the stage.

Her face and body were covered with charred scars, and she looked a bit ferocious.

On the hero list, Chixiao Sword’s name disappeared.

The Unparalleled Sword is at the top of the list.

"I won!" The blackened face stretched, revealing an arrogant sneer.

There was silence in the arena.

The fire was dazzling just now, and no one could see how she won.

"Who else wants to challenge me?"

Wushuangjian stood firm and scanned the crowd with his red eyes burned by the flames.

Everyone shrank their heads in fear.

Wushuangjian smiled even more.

"You can't win without force!"

However, just as she was about to go find the great swordsman, a discordant voice emerged from the crowd.

"who?"

She immediately turned around and stared at the crowd coldly.

The crowd dispersed in a hurry, and only two people remained.

"Brother Li, what are you doing? You are seeking death!" Lao Tie pulled on my sleeve in horror.

"If you don't accept it, come up and compete. Don't be so weird!" Wushuangjian squinted his eyes and looked at me from top to bottom, showing contempt.

"You won the competition by cheating. Do you think you can get the approval of Que Ling?" I met her gaze and smiled.

Lao Tie's eyes widened and he thought I must be crazy.

The audience was also stunned.

"Winning is winning. It doesn't matter if you cheat or not. If you have the ability, come up and compete with me! I will make you convinced!" Wushuangjian waved his sword fiercely.

"Fighting a cheater like you really lowers my level." I curled my lips, "Believe it or not, I can defeat you with a useless sword from just anyone!"

"Hahaha! Ridiculous!"

Wushuangjian laughed.

"Just looking for someone?"

"Scrap iron sword?"

"Are you still awake?"

"I don't mind waking you up, oh no, maybe you'll never wake up once you get up."

The audience all looked at me like I was crazy.

"Brother Li, stop talking and leave quickly." Lao Tie wanted to drag me away.

But I grabbed him and put the scrap metal sword into his hand.

"Old man, come on."

"You're crazy, I'm not crazy!" Lao Tie threw the scrap metal sword back at me like a bomb.

"I'm serious, you can beat her, as long as you do what I say." I smiled calmly, "No need to pretend, I know you are a swordsman."

Lao Tie looked into my eyes and froze suddenly.