Chapter 10 [Self-in-Sword]

Zheng~

After completing some kind of metamorphosis, Xiaoyao's sword has brought a completely different feeling to the red war. Each sword makes him feel like a sharp sword, and he must do his best to compete.

The speed of the two is faster.

The remnants of the road continue to flash on the whole competition stage, which is a situation after the speed is up to a certain extent.

There is a continuous sound of swords and swords. Among the players under the stage, only a few hundred people can see the situation of the battle between the two people. They look solemn, secretly contrast, and the corners of their mouths are bitter.

Gap.

This is the gap between them.

......

Zheng~

In the explosion, Xiaoyao and Chi Zhan separated at the same time and stood on both sides.

Chi Zhan's face was extremely solemn.

But in his eyes, there was incomparable excitement and a strong fighting spirit. He looked at Xiaoyao from afar and suppressed the restless Xuanqi in his body and said in a low voice, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The sword is like electricity.

Fast, accurate, fierce, and explosive explosives in vain after every blow.

Xiaoyao's eyes are like a pillar.

The blood rainbow sword in his hand exudes a faint blood light, with a sharp feeling that is enough to make the skin of the people around him tingling.

He realized it.

In the face of the Burst Red War, he finally took the first step and realized the kendo he wanted to take.

This kendo.

It is completely an offensive sword, with no back path and no defense.

Yes, it's pure attack!

"Self-sword."

Xiaoyao's mind recalled all kinds of things in the past, all kinds of reality, all kinds of things in Hanxiang Academy, one scene after another, and the intertwined minds of people and shadows suddenly flashed through his mind. He suddenly found that everything about himself was actually just chasing freely. But the reality is not up to him, and the big fantasy is not up to him. This world is a world where the strong are respected.

The so-called self-sufficiency.

is only based on relative strength.

"Self-sword?"

Chi Zhan lowered his head and muttered, and suddenly looked up and laughed, "Okay, what a free sword. I hope you can finally be as comfortable as your sword said."

That's it.

After a moment of meditation, he said, "How about a draw in this battle?"

Xiaoyaowei.

Soon he nodded and agreed.

His goal has been achieved, and at present, with his understanding of the free sword, it cannot be recognized by the system like purple golden thunder eyes, but he is confident that as long as he follows this path, sooner or later, the free sword can become a skill recognized by the system like purple golden thunder eyes.

Now the free sword.

There is no systematic method of cultivation, and there is no so-called level.

Yes.

It's just a sword in pregnancy.

......

"What's going on?"

"D draw? What does this mean? Is it over? With the consensus reached between Xiaoyao and Chi Zhan, there was a lot of noise under the stage. They watched Chi Zhan leave calmly, stared at Xiaoyao on the stage, and wondered.

"Yes."

"There is no need to fight anymore."

Hundreds of powerful people in the Taitu Palace, led by the Night Devil, took a deep look at Xiaoyao, but in the more doubtful eyes of many strong people, they turned into remnants and disappeared in the competition area.

This battle.

What you have learned has been completed.

They don't have the confidence to defeat Xiaoyao, and naturally they won't be bored.

The surprise of the land war swept to the high platform.

He smiled and said with excitement: "Xiaoyao, you really shocked me. I didn't expect you to invite the heroes of Taitufeng and beat you down. You don't know that after that scene, let alone you, even if I watched it under the stage, it was also called a blood boil!"

heard.

Xiaoyao smiled gently.

In this battle, although the battle was extremely difficult, he gave up the blessing of Xuanye's swordsmanship and other skills, which greatly reduced his strength, but fortunately, he finally achieved his goal.

Self-speer sword!

Self-speer sword!

Xiaoyao said in his heart, and his fighting spirit burned: "One day, I will be at home!"

Competition Zone

The crowd gradually dispersed, but every player deeply remembered Xiaoyao in his mind, because the repeated actions made them angry, but at the same time, they aroused a touch of admiration. Who dares to fight against the heroes in the world, and who dares to invite many players to fight against Taitu Peak alone? They asked themselves if they couldn't do it, but Xiaoyao did it!

The smoke finally dissipated.

The players staying in the competition area will soon be left with Xiaoyao, the land battle and the hesitant Huji standing in the distance.

"Happy"

Lu Zhan smiled excitedly and shouted in his mouth.

Xiaoyao stood on one side, listening to Lu Zhan's nagging, while recalling the essence of the free sword in his mind. In the distance, Hu Ji walked slowly, shouting with surprise in her eyes.

Halfway through, she suddenly remembered the information she had received before, and her face suddenly changed.

That solemn color makes me happy.

In his impression, Hu Ji has always been a person who would easily show such a face, but he did not ask. At present, he himself does not know what relationship he has with Hu Ji. He said he was a friend, and he looked like a stranger, but he didn't look like him.

"It's easy."

Hu Ji gritted her teeth slightly and said with a smile, "I received a message from a disciple in the sect that a player named Negative Swordsman has a word to convey to you. Although I don't know how he got my contact information, I think you should be interested in this information."

"The Negative Swordsman?"

Xiaoyao's expression changed in vain. Halfway, he said in a low voice, "What did he say?"

"He said..."

Hu Ji looked at Xiaoyao, paid attention to his look, and muttered, "The wolf was tortured by the evil moon!"

"What!"

Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly widened. In the great change of Lu Zhan and Huji's faces, a terrible murder suddenly swept away from his body, turning into a strong evil spirit, boiling,

"Killing!"

"Killing!" Xiaoyao's body couldn't stop trembling, and his eyes were full of crazy murderous intent: "With the surname of a negative swordsman, he can actually say the word sadistic killing. The real situation can be imagined!! Xie Yue... Xie Yue... The player of the Shanhai Palace is now the seventh in the four Lingyue?!"

He saw the wolf for the first time in his mind.

In those years, he was still a young boy, but when he entered the big fantasy, he had grown into a leader. In the purple bamboo forest, the wolf recalled the past scene, which still echoed in his mind. The woman who was deeply remembered by him, with the same name as Ziyan...

"Evil Moon!"

"Evil Moon!"

The killings that swept the crazy disappeared in vain.

He didn't turn his head and walked out of the competition area, walking extremely resolutely and decisively.

"Happy!"

"What are you going to do!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhan and Hu Ji immediately exclaimed that although there was no longer the horror of killing before, it gave them the feeling of a storm.

heard.

Xiaoyao's footsteps paused, and the incomparable indifference resounded like the depths of his throat: "I'm going to the mountains and sea peaks!"

"Mountains and sea peaks?!"

"Are you going to find the evil moon?!"

Hu Ji was stunned, and her delicate face changed color. Her figure flashed and appeared in front of Xiaoyao and spread out her hands.

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