Zhiming actually wants to simply discuss swordsmanship with Ximen Chuxue?

Everyone was surprised at first, and then thought carefully that Zhiming suffered internal injuries in today's competition, and he did not gain any advantage over internal strength. It would be better to simply use sword skills to meet the little sword god.

Not to mention Ximen Chuxue's swordsmanship, at least in the eyes of the senior disciples of the three sects, it is definitely recognized. The defeat of Su Xiuwen with one sword is also called the first time that the disciples of Longhushan Mountain saw the terrifying aspects of this disciple who was younger than them. They were not astonishing in appearance, and they had to scatter the wind and thunder on the ground with one move.

Zhiming's words were enough to surprise everyone, and after careful consideration, it was indeed reasonable. Since he was injured internally and had no hope of rushing into the top three, it would be better to see Chuxue's swordsmanship, which would also be of great benefit to his future swordsmanship.

Ximen Chuxue agreed with a soft "Yeah" and responded to Zhiming's request.

After the match between Zhiming and Yin Tian, ​​everyone's discussion points also ranged from the exciting match to the sword showdown between Zhiming and the Little Sword God tomorrow.

If Yin Tian does not use the three swords of enlightenment, he will be helpless with Zhiming's Ruoshui sword technique. The duel between Zhiming and the little sword god, can the little sword god break through the defense of Ruoshui sword technique? Whether Zhiming can force the second sword god out of the little sword god is the best highlights of tomorrow's game.

Two of the top three have been decided, and the competition for the last place is about to begin.

Zhiming took the sword to the stage, and the black sword has become his exclusive symbol.

Ximen Chuxue then went to the stage, tied the two-foot green sword around her waist. An ordinary iron sword is the cheapest weapon even in the blacksmith shop.

But in everyone's eyes, this Qingfeng sword is undoubtedly the most terrifying weapon, and it is unknown.

"Junior Sister Chuxue, today I would like to ask for advice on swordsmanship and also give me advice." Zhiming lowered his figure and said to Ximen Chuxue.

Ximen Chuxue's eyes did not change and she nodded slightly.

"Then I'll attack first!"

Zhiming didn't say much nonsense. He had watched Ximen Chuxue's competition off the stage. This young junior sister Leng Bingbing could stop talking and never attack first.

The black clouds were bleak and condensed for thousands of miles. Strands of black clouds surrounded the body, and Zhiming wore a Taoist robe like a traveler between pens and ink.

The black sword flew out like a dark cloud, hitting Ximen Chuxue directly.

Zhiming did not narrow the distance with Ximen Chuxue. He knew that the youngest sister's moves were terrifying. If she slashed it with one sword in close proximity, he would never have the chance to block it. Relying on the distance in the tug-of-war, he forced Ximen Chuxue to use the second sword.

Two or three black air gushed out. Ximen Chuxue changed his style of standing in place and took the initiative to attack. He was like a ghost and dodged the black cloud air mass one after another and approached Zhiming.

The black air in Zhiming's sword became more and more prosperous, whistling and coiling.

For the first time, everyone saw Ximen Chuxue's body movements, which were as amazing as her swordsmanship. They were like a graceful butterfly in their flashes and movements, with an extremely elegant figure.

After breaking through, the two of them were less than 1 zhang away. Zhiming pointed the black sword in his hand, and the black air that soared into the air blocked the direction of Chuxue's advance from all directions.

Ximen Chuxue hasn't gotten close to her, and the black cyclone circles around her. If she takes a step, she will be attacked by groups.

There was no sign of depression on Chuxue's face, and she stood there for a few breaths to observe the black gas.

Suddenly, it rushed out three feet, and the black air rushed from the front, back, left and right directions. Ximen Chuxue's slender hand was already on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the sword at all times.

The audience held their breath and didn't even dare to blink their eyes, for fear that Ximen Chuxue's sword move would pass by in the blink of an eye and missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Suddenly a sword light flashed, and the black air around him was cut off in half. Everyone only saw the sword light but did not see the moment when the sword was drawn.

"This, how is this possible?" Many people exclaimed and rubbed their eyes, but they couldn't even see Ximen Chuxue's sword. The light of the sword light, even if they closed their eyes, could make people feel right in front of them, and they were in the scene.

It's like being engraved on the eyes, opening and closing the eyes is full of the style of the sword light, which is hard to extricate yourself.

All the black clouds of Zhiming were cut off with one sword, but everyone was excited. Zhiming actually survived Ximen Chuxue's first sword! They could finally see Ximen Chuxue's sword skills after the sword.

Ximen Chuxue took another step, picked up the green sword in her hand and took Zhiming straight.

The black sword danced, protecting the important parts of his body, and the middle-good realm made him wielding the sword technique without leaking.

But Ximen Chuxue's second sword is not a simple single sword. No one has seen the second sword before, and he doesn't know how powerful the second sword is. This time Zhiming's active attack has gained this possibility. In the hearts of all the audience, Zhiming's mission has been completed.

No, maybe he can block the second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword...

Let everyone see the little sword god's more powerful sword moves.

It was just a simple sword, like a weak wind supporting the willow.

I can't feel any strong posture, or even the shocking style when I draw my sword.

This is the audience's feeling, but Zhiming, who was in it, was completely stormy in his heart at this moment.

This seemingly extremely weak sword isolated him from all the auras around him. At this moment, it seemed that he was abandoned by heaven and earth, and could not feel any external objects. Those things were clearly in front of him, but they could not feel them at all. The chaos of vision and other perceptions made the brain feel strange.

Very strange.

In addition to being weird, it is to prevent damage from happening.

In Ximen Chuxue's eyes, Zhiming was not a perfect defense, and there was a loophole in his heart.

A light sword surged, soft and unrestrained. In Zhiming's eyes, it was no less than the collapse of the world and the stormy waves.

The breath surged towards him, covering the sky and the earth, and he was a small boat in this huge wave, without any resistance, and could not resist any storm.

"puff!"

Zhiming spat out a mouthful of blood in a muffled voice, and his whole body fell outside the field like a kite with a broken string.

The sword has not yet touched people, but people have already left the stage and ended.

What's going on?

The audience didn't understand, and didn't know why such a strange result occurred. They were still looking forward to the ups and downs after the two swords were in a fight, but the result was that they were defeated without a fight?

"That's it, the sword force!" a distinguished person frowned and said, as if he was a question, but he seemed confident.

"Only the sword force can produce such an effect, and defeat the enemy without contact. This is a duel in momentum, which is far beyond the sword technique itself."

Sword stance, thirteen years old...

The audience was already numb. The seventeen-year-old swordsman has a bright future. They have all the countless praises on Zhao Zheng.

But now, another sword owner, thirteen years old!

What kind of praise should be used to describe the second natural swordsman now?

The audience's tongue and throat were dry, and in the end they could not think of any words of praise.

Perhaps, the word "Sword God" is already the biggest compliment, and there is no need to say much.

Zhiming turned over and stood up, checked his symptoms, and strangely found that his internal injuries had healed a lot yesterday. Only then did he realize that Ximen Chuxue's sword had just hit him and vomited blood, but it also cleared most of the sediment in the body.
Chapter completed!