"Why haven't the little sword god drawn his sword yet?"

Everyone couldn't help but feel worried. Su Xiuwen had already reached five feet, and now it was too late to draw his sword.

He was worried and everyone's hearts surged into his throat. Su Xiuwen's performance was beyond everyone's expectations. Unexpectedly, this arrogant young man had two tricks. But he had been performing since the beginning, and the little sword god did not move at all.

Su Xiuwen's eyes flashed, and the sword attacked in front of him, but the other party did not respond. Is he nervous or confident?

The tip of the sword moved slightly, and Ximen Chuxue accurately captured the change.

The sound of metal salsa rubbing clearly fell into Su Xiuwen's ears, and his mind was shocked in an instant. This sound contained a kind of magic power, a life-threatening magic power.

The sound has not been extinguished yet, and the sword light has already flown out, overshadowing the charm of heaven and earth.

Su Xiuwen fell to the ground, his sword hanging beside him, and his eyes were scattered.

Ximen Chuxue's sword stood firmly between Su Xiuwen's eyebrows...

"this……"

"When did the little sword god draw his sword?" asked more than one person in the audience. But no one could answer, because no one saw how the sword god's sword was unsheathed when it was nearly three feet away.

"You are defeated!" Ximen Chuxue said only three words and put away the Qingfeng sword. A drop of blood as bright as agate at the tip of the sword fell to the ground, and the Qingfeng sword was sheathed.

"How could Senior Brother Su lose this? I don't believe it!" Some of the disciples of Shuwang Peak were unbelievable. Su Xiuwen was an unattainable existence in the hearts of Shuwang Peak disciples, and he was also the pride of Shuwang Peak. But now, the things they proudly worshiped were easily defeated by others, and even a trace of waves were not raised.

There is no shame or regret. They have only puzzled them. They don’t even see clearly the sword drawing of Ximen Chuxue, known as the little sword god.

Ximen Chuxue ignored whether the elder sounded the gong and announced it was over, so she walked straight down and returned to the place where the Lingyun Sect was.

"Senior Brother Huangfu, fortunately, I have not been humiliated."

Huangfu Shaoming smiled, "How can the junior sister be invincible?"

"It seems that I have to thank the first battle. If my eyes were not hurt, my junior sister would not have the chance to participate in this year's competition." Huangfu Shaoming smiled in a good mood.

The elders in the audience realized that the game was over and hurriedly looked at Tongluo, but Ximen Chuxue had already stepped down, "In this game, Lingyun sent Ximen Chuxue to win."

"Huh? Didn't it mean that the sword god will show blood when it comes out?" An unfamiliar audience said curiously.

The people in the martial arts world next to him couldn't bear it and said, "Look carefully at Su Xiuwen's eyebrows. A little red in the Central Plains, the little sword god's magic skill is fortunate to see him today, which is fortunate to be in Sansheng!"

A pure red agate was pasted on Su Xiuwen's forehead until he reached out and pointed it on his forehead.

The agate was crushed, leaving a larger red mark on his forehead. The only trace of the sword was left in his hand. Looking at Yin Hong on his palm, Su Xiuwen's heart was shattered. His big words and ambitions seemed to the other party just like a clown who kept performing. All efforts did not even get her second sword.
Chapter completed!