Chapter 9: On the Sword Trial Next

The two figures suddenly flew up, and the frost sword and the Langyue sword were stabbed at each other with their own sword lights.

Soon, the two struggled with each other.

The sword shadow is fast, and both of them are watertight and seamless in attack and defense, and no one has the upper hand.

Shen Xinyu shouted sharply, bullied the frost sword three times in a row, and fell on the Langyue sword. Ye Guhong waved the Langyue sword out, and his anger was shocked, pushing Shen Xinyu back a few steps.

"This Shen Xinyu is cruel enough." Chen Rufeng looked at Shen Xinyu with a solemn face, "Her desire to win is very strong, but..."

"I must beat you! Only in this way will you notice me!" Although Shen Xinyu was repulsed, she rushed forward again after reorganizing. The sword was full of sword spirit and bursting with glory. If you want to release the long-depressed power once.

Ye Guhong coldly looked at the increasingly fierce* on the bullying sword, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes. It seemed that he did not look at the bullying sword in his eyes at all, and did not even look at its owner in his eyes.

"You have always been strong, and your body always emits a proud light that covers your sight." Shen Xinyu was in the midst of this electric flint, and the previous scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

When she first entered Qianjianmen, Ye Guhong was already famous. The first time she saw him, she was deeply fascinated and couldn't extricate herself from it.

She wants to attract his attention, but he is always arrogant and arrogant. Only those who are stronger than him will care. Then he will aim at these strong people and keep climbing up until he can defeat them.

In his eyes, Shen Xinyu is nothing at all. Like a fine sand that floats with the air, it has no place in his heart. She walked in front of him countless times, but his eyes never stayed on her for a moment.

So, she also has to become stronger all the time. She knows that as long as she is stronger than him, she can get his attention. For this reason, she also kept working hard and practicing swords, and finally managed to be as famous as him.

But this alone is not enough. She has to really defeat him once before she can get his stingy look.

She has been waiting for today for a long time, and this is the only chance. Once defeated, never turn over.

The sword spirit of bullying the frost sword surged out, with extremely dazzling blue light, shooting into the night.

With unstoppable momentum and sharp strength, she vowed to make this man realize that she, Shen Xinyu, will never be worse than him!

"Drink!" Shen Xinyu urged Zhenqi again, and the sword spirit became stronger, and its momentum was more terrible, emitting blue thorns.

This is already Shen Xinyu's blow. As long as Ye Guhong can stop this blow, he will be the winner.

"It's too urgent." Ze Kunyun shook his head and sighed. Chen Rufeng looked at the sword spirit that broke through the air, and he also wanted to know whether Ye Guhong really had such great ability to take this huge blow.

Ye Guhong held the Moon Sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to the zenith.

The sword spirit hit the Langyue sword, and suddenly it was like a fierce torrent encountering the intercepted stubborn stone, and it could no longer move forward in moderation.

Langyue Sword faintly fell back. At this moment, everyone thought that Ye Guhong would not be able to hold it, and even his sword was knocked down by the sword spirit of the frost sword.

The blue light shines in the eyes of Shen Xinyu and Ye Guhong, and the victory or defeat will be divided at this moment.

Suddenly, the Moon Sword fell forward. The sword spirit was divided into two along the cut of the Langyue sword, and quickly weakened weakly and flowed back.

Everyone saw the expression on Shen Xinyu's face at this time.

Countless losses and disappointments are clearly written on Shen Xinyu's face.

Langyue's sword was cut, and the sword spirit rebounded back and directly shook Shen Xinyu.

The sword spirit disappeared, and Shen Xinyu trembled back and half knelt on the ground, supporting the constantly shaking soft body with the frost sword.

Long hair hung down, covering her white and flawless face like a water curtain.

She has exhausted her true spirit and has no power to fight. After all, she lost this game.

"All the efforts... have all turned into bubbles..." Shen Xinyu's hand slowly loosened, and the frost sword fell to the ground weakly.

She pressed her hands on the ground, and tears rolled down one by one, splashing into a little crystal and weeping.

Everyone outside the ring suddenly showed a stunned expression.

Shen Xinyu cried painfully. Her hair blocked her crying, but it could not hide her sobs.

She is unwilling to end like this, and she is unwilling to face the final result of defeat.

She can't rewrite it.

Step by step footsteps approached her. Her sobs stopped, raised her head, and looked at Ye Guhong, who seemed to be high, with tears flashing in her eyes.

He looked down on her as a winner, and how weak and unbearable she is at this moment. She didn't want to look so weak in his eyes. She wanted to face him as a confident and strong man. At this moment, she became more humble in his eyes.

Ye Guhong bent down, picked up the frost sword lying on the ground, approached her and handed it to her.

Shen Xinyu looked at Ye Guhong's move and couldn't help but be stunned. She looked at Ye Guhong's eyes, which turned into ice on the surface, but there was a faint soft light inside.

She seemed to be under great gravity, and her eyes stuck to Ye Guhong's eyes.

She couldn't believe that this always arrogant and indifferent person would pick up the sword that fell to the ground and return it to her.

Shen Xinyu's face is like a sparkling lake, reflecting a red glow. She slowly stretched out her hand, touched Ye Guhong's hand, and held the hilt of the Frost Sword.

His hands are so warm.

Watching reluctantly as Ye Guhong let go of his hand, Shen Xinyu glanced at the frost sword in his hand with lonely eyes.

"Actually, you didn't need to rush to win just now." Ye Guhong suddenly said, which made Shen Xinyu raise his head and look deeply at his face again, the handsome and white face.

"You are a good opponent. I hope we have another chance to compete." Ye Guhong said lightly, and then turned around and walked off the ring.

"He... recognizes me?" Shen Xinyu's face was full of disbelief, and she looked at Ye Guhong's back and fell into the ring. I was savoring the words that Ye Guhong just said.

In the stands, Chen Rufeng has begun to look forward to the next final competition.

"Ze Yu and Ye Guhong, one is the rising star who suddenly appeared, and the other is the first prizewinner of the last sword test. Who can laugh to the end?" Chen Rufeng looked at Ze Yu and Ye Gu Hong and both of them began to prepare for the last battle nervously, with a long-awaited smile on their mouths.

Suddenly, Chen Rufeng saw Xu Chengjun hurried to Ye Guhong's side and whispered a few words in his ear. After Xu Chengjun finished speaking, a trace of difficulty flashed on Ye Guhong's face, but he looked at Xu Chengjun and nodded, as if he had promised something. Xu Chengjun also raised his waist with relief and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ze Kunyun, sitting next to Chen Rufeng, did not pay attention to the two of them. He kept staring at Zeyu, who was waving his sword under the ring alone. Only Liang Yongshi walked past him and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. No one else approached him.

He fought so far with his own strength.

Zeyu looked at his plain sword. It was not one of the thousand swords, and there was not much spirituality to speak of. But he believes that he can exert its power on thousands of swords with his own strength.

"I can't let anyone underestimate me anymore." Ze Yu stared at the sword body and mind and suddenly looked up at the ring. Ye Guhong had already stood on the ring and waited for him with his arms in his arms.

Hang!

Zeyu put his sword into the sheath and jumped into the ring, with the same cold color as Ye Guhong in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that you were the last opponent." Ye Guhong said lightly that he untied the Langyue sword hanging around his waist and held the scabbard. "For the sake of fairness, I won't use this Langyue sword in the confrontation with you."

Seeing that Ye Guhong was about to throw away the Langyue sword, Zeyu raised his hand to stop it and said, "No need!"

"Hmm?" Ye Guhong looked at the resoluteness on Zeyu's face and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"What we want to compare is not the sword, but the use of swordsmanship, right?" Zeyu said that everyone around him began to make a suspicious voice. Without the Langyue Sword, this is a great advantage for Zeyu. Why did he abandon it like this? Xu Chengjun, in particular, stared so hard that he couldn't believe that Zeyu would refuse Ye Guhong's concession.

After a pause, Ye Guhong smiled faintly and withdrew his hand holding the scabbard. "You're right. We are compared with swordsmanship. What kind of sword we use doesn't matter at all."

Zeyu pulled out his long sword, which was only plain, but there was a strong momentum covering it.

"Come on, don't let me." Zeyu waved his sword, and a slight sword spirit had blown out and bounced off the ring.

The bright moon sword was also pulled out, and the bright white wrapped sword body seemed to steal the moonlight from the sky, full of the cold atmosphere of the moon and night.

Ouyang Luoxi hit the drum hard and sounded the initial sound of the last battle.

Unexpectedly, the person who launched the attack as soon as the drum sounded was Ze Yu!

"What?!" Chen Rufeng frowned and looked at Ze Yu's sword light and split his head at Ye Guhong.

The sword spirit cracked and cut down, and the sword in Ze Yu's hand kept raging and splashing on both sides, as if it were moving up the huge mountain and pressing down directly towards people.

Ze Kunyun also turned over a trace of doubt on his forehead, but soon unfolded again.

Chen Rufeng suddenly realized that Zeyu had just used a set of tactics to defeat the enemy, and Ye Guhong had been watching. He must have come up with a way to prevent this move. Zeyu naturally knew this, so he abandoned the previous set of tactics and replaced it with today's fierce progress.

Facing the huge momentum, Ye Guhong greeted the Langyue sword up and stabbed the most violent part of the sword spirit. The sword light on the Langyue sword also soared and hit Zeyu's sword momentum with an illusory sword shadow.

Ze Yu snorted coldly, split the sword several times, and the force of moving the mountain fell several times, turning into a circle of gas and blowing up in the air.

The extremely dazzling sword light of the Langyue sword protects the shadow of the Langyue sword inside, breaking up like a giant pillar. Those very arrogant vigorously beat this sword shadow sword light, but it can only make it produce a slight vibration, but it can't really shake it at all.

With Ye Guhong's violent shout, countless swordsmanship also shot out everywhere along the sword light, smashing with the swordsmanship of Zeyushanhe swordsmanship, but every time there will be a swaying aftersh to Ye Guhong.

Ye Guhong's hand without holding the sword was in the shape of a palm, and at the same time raised it high. The white palm gushed out directly to the remnants, mixed with Ye Guhong's half of the true palm could barely burst with those remnants.

At the same time, the Langyue sword also began to cut down, driving the white sword shadow sword light to split towards Zeyu. Ze Yu quickly resisted with his sword and resisted the huge sword shadow and sword light. His body trembled like lightning, then quickly retreated and his feet fell to the ground.

But the sword and shadow still continued to take advantage of the momentum of splitting and collapse like a fallen tower.