"Wow……"

With a mouthful of blood, Zhu Yushou blurted out, and his long sword was leaning on the ground, supporting his shaky body. He looked at Duan Zheng in front of him and said with a serious expression:

"I am worthy of being a master of the Marrow Cleansing Realm. Even with the increase of the Jueying Sword, my Wanli Waves still lost to your scorching sun and clouds."

Hearing his words, the Duan family members were all excited, but the Zhu family members showed bitterness on their faces. Elder Zhang Xiao sighed helplessly, and Elder Chen Qun was even more angry and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

But then, Zhu Yushou's solemn expression turned into a sneer, and he slowly stood up straight, saying, "It's a pity that you still underestimated the sharpness of the spiritual weapon and lost both hands."

"What?"

Amid the shocked expressions of everyone, Duan Zheng, who had not been moving, showed a strange look on his face, as if he was suffering, as if he was desperate, and as if he was unbelievable.

"Click..."

A sound of gold and iron cracking sounded in the quiet venue. The steel claws that were siding on Duan Zheng's hands suddenly appeared, and then they broke in an instant, turning into pieces of scrap iron, falling to the ground with cracklings.

After the steel claws fell off, what was revealed in everyone's eyes was a pair of bloody arms covered with dense, crisscrossing sword marks.

Everyone present was a master. You could see at a glance that the meridians on Duan Zheng's arms had been broken by the sharp sword energy, and even the wisest doctor's master would be difficult to continue.

Duan Zheng's hands will probably be hard to hold the bowl and hold the chopsticks in the future, let alone fight with others. The Huo Yunlie Claw, who has been practicing hard for many years, is completely useless.

"The winner has been decided!"

Zhu Yushou looked at the lord of Bimin City and waited for him to announce the result.

"Little beast, I want your life!"

Lifelong cultivation was destroyed. Although Duan Zheng’s arms were seriously injured, the pain in his heart was even more indescribable.

Sorrow and anger were in despair, and a burst of anger rushed to the sky spirit, instantly submerging his reason. He saw his eyes turn red, and he roared sadly, and he rushed towards Zhu Yushou desperately, with an extremely fierce momentum.

"court death!"

A trace of cold murderous intent flashed in Zhu Yushou's eyes. With a wave of the sword in his hand, a wave-like sword energy flew out, bringing out a sharp edge, and passing through Duan Zheng's throat like lightning.

The spirit in Duan Zheng's eyes instantly dissipated, a red line appeared from his throat, and then blood gushed out, and a human head rolled down instantly.

Under the influence of inertia, his body rushing forward still rushed forward about a foot before falling powerlessly.

Duan Zheng's death contributed another soul essence to Zhu Yushou.

"uncle……"

When they saw Duan Zhengsuo's head, the Duan family's children who came with him were all shocked. Then they roared angrily, and a "knock" sound of drawing the sword sounded.

More than ten Duan's children, led by a young man in white, unscathed their swords and surrounded the competition venue.

Judging from their murderous appearance, if it weren't for the black iron fence, they would have been rushing forward. After winning, Zhu Yushou, who was seriously injured, practiced his sword and dismembered his body, and avenged Duan Zheng.

"You Duan is bullying me, everyone in the Zhu family?"

Seeing this, the people of the Zhu family were also full of righteous indignation. They were unsheathed and protected the black iron fence, looking at the Duan family members with vigilance.
Chapter completed!