The sword energy as small as a needle penetrated the river and broke into the waves, approaching Chen Licho's eyebrows.

The long white river collapsed step by step, but thousands of waves were stacked layer by layer, and they also slapped Xu Lianhua's chest.

This is an absolute loss-making situation. In the eyes of any normal person, Chen Lichou will definitely avoid it. After all, Chen Lianhua has reached its limit. After this sword, he may no longer be able to use the same sword move.

However, what is shocking is that Chen Licho does not avoid it.

He looked at the sword energy that stabbed his eyebrows silently, and the true energy rushed into the sword body in his hand steadily. All the heaven and earth energy accumulated in his body rushed to the eyebrows along the meridians.

From his neck to his eyebrows, countless white airflows instantly surged out.

These white airflows intersected, as if he had put on a white mask.

But there was a blue color appearing on his eyebrows.

A condensed blue vital energy was like a small blue square monument, facing the sword energy that stabbed his eyebrows.

Xu Lianhua's clothes were blown back by the strong wind, roaring like a flag, and some broken corners of clothes even flew up from him like butterflies.

In the next moment, the white waves were about to slap him, and his sword energy was about to hit the small blue square monument.

However, at this moment, his eyes fell to the sky above Chen Lichou's head.

His sword intent swept upwards.

His people also flew up like butterflies and flew up into the sky.

Thousands of waves surged through his feet.

A sharp sound was heard.

The sword energy pierced upwards, leaving a sword mark on the small blue square stele, and then continued to go upwards. A clear hole appeared in the strong wind, and the sword energy was released to pierce the sky above.

Time is like a pause.

Chen Licho's calm eyes had just ejaculated incomprehensible shock, and the small green square monument before his eyebrows suddenly collapsed and turned into countless white small waves.

But these white waves were filled with a completely different aura than when they were oozing out of his body, and they slammed into his face!

There was a bang and a loud bang.

An incredible scream rang out.

Chen Licho's whole body flew back like a thrown wooden stake, and a clear sound of bone cracks came from his neck.

Immediately afterwards, a dull sound of sound, Chen Licho's body fell heavily to the ground, shaking out a wave of dust.

There was a dead silence in the onlooker camp.

From being hit to falling to falling to the ground, this has been a long time in the world of practitioners. However, until this time, most of the candidates who watched the game did not react to why this was so.

Chen Lichou, who was flooded by the flying dust, did not die. His eyes were filled with confusion and shock. He felt that his body could not move. Then he felt that his neck bones had broken many places under the attack just now.

The sword intent that almost wiped his eyebrows seemed to echo in front of him. He vaguely began to understand that the sword actually used his vitality, and brought out a talisman on the energy he condensed!

"Borrow the mountain traces!"

"This is the mountain trace sword style of your Xu Hou Mansion!"

A stream of blood poured out from his lips and teeth, and then he screamed in even more incomprehension, "How could this happen!"

The sound echoed in the valley, even covering up all the fighting sounds next to it.

This voice also began to echo in the hearts of many candidates who watched the game.

Their eyes all fell on Xu Lianhua who had just landed.

Because Chen Lichou called out the name of this sword pose, they knew that Chen Lichou's confusion at this moment was not because of the sword pose itself.

Several drops of blood dripped from the corner of Xu Lianhua's mouth.

Looking at his former friend who fell into the dust, Xu Lianhua was silent for a moment and said, "Because you have always been afraid of me."

Chen Licho was stunned and spoke even more incredible: "I'm afraid of you?"

"Although you rank higher than me in the talent list, you are always afraid that I will surpass you."

Xu Lianhua looked at him and nodded slowly, "The more you know about me, the more you are afraid of me... So I know you will never let you go just now, because you want to fight quickly, you don't want any accidents to happen again, and I know you have built the Blue Shirt Monument."

"How is that possible!" Chen Lichou shouted again: "How could you know?"

"Because when you came to the Sword Club, your eyes were filled with satisfaction and joy that you didn't have in your daily life, and I knew that you must have built the Blue Shirt Monument."

Xu Lianhua coughed gently, looked at his lost eyes, and shook her head expressionlessly: "Actually, I know you very well, because I care about my friends' feelings, so I know you will definitely face my sword in that way. It's a pity that you don't care about your friends' feelings enough and don't understand me enough. That's why you lose."

After saying this, Xu Lianhua stopped looking at Chen Lichou and turned around and walked towards Ding Ning and others.

It was not until this time that many selected students completely reacted... Xu Lianhua defeated Chen Lichou, and Xu Lianhua did not fall because of this, and could even face one of the following opponents.

First it was Xie Rou, then it was He Chaoxi, and then it was Chen Lichou.

In everyone's eyes, these three people are the most easily eliminated candidates, but they all won.

"how so?"

A young man in blue robe couldn't help but make a sound like Chen Lichou.

He felt that this was an inexplicable spell that affected such a sword pose.

"Zhou Wangnian."

At this moment, the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who randomly selected his name and called him his name.

This young man in blue robe spoke up Zhou Wangnian, who had verbal conflicts with Xie Changsheng.

When Zhou Wangnian heard his name, he suddenly shook his body, but in the next moment, his body shook even more violently.

"To Ding Ning."

The cultivator from Minshan Sword Sect casually called out Ding Ning's name.

There was a dead silence between the scene.

Even many sides of the match stopped temporarily.

This is the beginning of a real drama.

...

"Teacher..." Zhang Yi turned to look at Ding Ning. Although he knew that it would be a matter of time before Ding Ning appeared, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak because of his mood.

"What are you worried about when there is no suspense?"

Ding Ning glanced at him, said this softly, then nodded to Xu Lianhua who was walking back slowly, and began to move and walked calmly towards the empty venue.

Looking at Ding Ning's appearance as if Wubo from ancient wells, many teachers in the practice area felt admiration again. However, when they saw the little white frost at the root of Ding Ning, these teachers in the practice area sighed secretly.

Jing Liuli's brows frowned slightly, and the light in her eyes began to flash.

She found herself full of expectations.

Seeing Ding Ning moving his steps, Zhou Wangnian swallowed a saliva, then took a deep breath, and began to move his steps, but a cold smile began to appear on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he crossed the sword marks on the ground and officially stepped into the battlefield, Zhou Wangnian raised his head, looked at Ding Ning, and began to speak.

"These people around you have surprised a lot of people."

Zhou Wangnian looked at Ding Ning with a sneer and said, "But no matter how many people you win, as long as you lose, it doesn't make any sense."

"You said it right."

Ding Ning looked at him and replied faintly.

Zhou Wangnian thought Ding Ning would refute, but he didn't expect Ding Ning to say such a sentence. He was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

"So I won't lose."

Ding Ning looked at his shocked eyes and said calmly: "And there is no need to say these words to you, because I know that you are just cheering yourself up, just to enhance your confidence, but this may have the opposite effect."

Zhou Wangnian's face turned pale and said in a cold voice: "I'll cheer myself up?"

"On the surface, you have more confidence than when you first started at the Minshan Sword Club."

Ding Ning glanced at the hilt of the sword in his hand and said, "Your only source of confidence should be the sword in your hand."

Zhou Wangnian's body suddenly became slightly stiff and he couldn't speak for a moment.

All the onlookers, including some who paused and wanted to see this battle first, did not understand the meaning of Ding Ning's words.

"The sword you chose from the Sword Valley should be the famous sword of the Great Wei Dynasty in the past, Hundred Eyes Sword."

"With your cultivation level, you can come out of the sea of ​​thorns without any injuries on your body, and that is, you have cultivated the Demon Sword Singing Sutra in your Chanshan Sword Field."

"The Demon Sword Song Sutra and the Hundred-Eyed Sword are naturally an excellent combination. Just some desolate sounds can make people confused and make those ordinary insects at a loss and unable to fight at all."

"But this kind of desolate sound is useless to practitioners who are firm in their minds and have been prepared for them."

Ding Ning stared into his eyes and said calmly: "So you can't defeat me."

"You..." Zhou Wangnian wanted to stay calm and pretended not to care, but his face could not be concealed, becoming paler and his lips began to tremble.

“The difference is too far.”

Dan Tai Guanjian looked at the two boys from afar and couldn't help but sigh softly at Jing Liuli in front of him.

"He is not only targeting Zhou Wangnian." Jing Liuli said with a slightly cold voice: "He is attacking the hearts of all these people."
Chapter completed!