Zhao Zhixun defeated his cousin with one sword.

Almost shocked everyone's eyes.

At the same time, the major betting points are also crazily adjusting the odds of Zhao Zhixun winning the championship.

Adjusted his odds to 1:1.

Zhao Zhixun did not disappoint everyone's expectations and rushed to the finals.

Today is the final day of the Shushan Inner Gate Competition.

Not only the seventh elders came, but even some elders from the other sect masters came to watch the battle.

On the ring.

Zhao Zhixun is still as majestic as before, and shows his kingly demeanor in every move.

Standing in front of him was a young man with purple beard and blue eyes, bright eyes, square chin and big mouth, and a strange appearance that is extraordinary.

This young man is Murong Longchen, the current chief of the inner sect.

Neither of them spoke first and looked at their opponent carefully.

The disciples in the audience also quietly looked at the two people on the stage, and none of them were talking in a low voice.

I was afraid that the little noise I made would disturb the two people on the ring.

The big guys in the stands looked at the two of them, and their eyes showed admiration.

The sect leader said: "Lao Qi, these two kids are pretty good. It seems that they are not a good deal. There will be two powerful true disciples in your Shushan lineage."

For mortals, it is very likely that a lifetime will last.

But for the Nascent Soul monk who has a lifespan of thousands of years, a hundred and fifteenth thing is just a matter of a blink of an eye.

Elder Seven smiled and said, "Senior brother praised it. They are still young and need more tempering."

He was very satisfied with these two little guys.

Especially Zhao Zhixun, he just treated him as a favorite junior at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, in less than a year, this junior grew up to such a level. I have to say that this kid has excellent talent.

The inner gate of Shushan will definitely be the two of them in the future.

Even if it is placed in the entire Supreme Sword Sect, it is still qualified to compete for the top three.

After a moment.

Zhao Zhixun and Murong Longchen both bowed to the sword.

"Senior Brother Murong, please!"

"Junior Brother Zhao, please!"

After the two of them said that, they took a step back and pulled out the sword in their hands in one go.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, two completely different auras were emitted from the two of them.

Zhao Zhixun is full of a royal aura and is surrounded by nine dragons, which is extremely valuable.

Murong Longchen is like a banished immortal descending to the earth, with a floating fairy spirit and extraordinary nature.

Two powerful auras divide the entire arena into two halves.

Before he could take action, the formation on the entire arena gave people a shaky feeling.

Seeing this, the seventh elder casually pointed to the formation and strengthened it a little further.

Otherwise, there will be a duel between inner disciples of this level.

Once the fifth-level formation is broken, it will hurt the innocent.

clang!

clang!

Two sword sounds sounded almost at the same time.

"The emperor is angry!"

With Zhao Zhixun's cold shout, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on the entire arena.

I saw blood flowing into rivers wherever the sword light went!

"The Nine Styles of Feixian, the first style of sword points to the sun and the moon!"

Murong Longchen slashed out with a sword, the scorching sun was dim and the stars were dull.

boom!!!

Two powerful sword energy collided in mid-air, making a huge roar.

The entire arena was shaken down!

The huge smoke and dust enveloped the entire arena, making it impossible to see the scene in the arena.

hiss……

The disciples watching the game subconsciously took a breath.

No one expected that the two of them would take full advantage as soon as they came up.

This sword.

I'm afraid that even ordinary god-transforming monks will not be able to use it.

How strong are they?

But what is certain is that the two of them have no decisions.

Those two terrifying auras still cover the entire arena.

call……

A gust of wind blew through the smoke and dust on the ring.

Zhao Zhixun and Murong Longchen both stood with swords.

Although the smoke was shrouded in the past, the two of them were spotless.

In the stands.

When Gan Zhenduo saw this scene, he immediately became interested.

"I didn't expect that there were such a strong man in Shushan who could take Daxun's sword without any damage."

Qin Hao sipped the tea and said, "No, he was not unscathed, although he was only mildly injured."

"Um?"

Gan Zhenduo looked closely and saw a drop of blood overflowing from Murong Longchen's hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Although the injury is almost negligible, this is the first time Murong Longchen has been injured since he went to the battle.

"You are indeed qualified to fight me."

Murong Longchen's eyes began to become serious.

"Senior brother, he is also the only opponent who can make me interested in that nouveau riche."

"I hope Senior Brother Murong will not let me down."

Zhao Zhixun's momentum rose again.

In the stands.

Gan Zhenduo: "..."

Good, you great honor, at this time, you still don’t forget to say timidly.

Others were even more satisfied.

In the eyes of everyone, it was already an invincible sword.

It turned out that these two people were just trying to do it?

What tricks will they use next?

"very good."

Murong Longchen slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"The next sword is the strongest sword I have learned in my life, and even I can't control it. If this sword kills my junior brother, don't blame me."

If this is said to others, it is probably a humiliation.

But to Zhao Zhixun, this is a kind of respect for the strong.

"Senior brother is worthy of being a humble gentleman. My sword is my recent insight. I have never used it in my life. Please give it a taste!"

As soon as the words fell.

A strong sense of fighting flashed in their eyes.
To be continued...