“…”

Jiang Deng's mouth twitched.

She thought, she didn't ask Chi Lian to play a fake match.

Chi Lian mouthed, "It's a gift, no money required."

Jiang Deng: “…”

She felt bad not charging for such a big project.

After Sun Fei inexplicably won, the candidates for the second game were also matched.

In the second game, Jiang Zhiling faced Xiahou Nu.

"Zhiling, come on."

Jiang Deng patted Jiang Zhiling on the shoulder. There would definitely be no accidents in this game. The winner would definitely be Jiang Zhiling!

"Yes, sister, I'll go then!"

Jiang Zhiling then jumped onto the center of the platform, looked at the silent Xiahou Nu opposite, and drew out the edgeless sword hanging at his waist.

Soon, the game was over.

Jiang Zhiling did not disappoint Jiang Deng and successfully won the game.

The reason why it was so easy was mainly because Xiahou Nu was not a sword cultivator, had no sword intent, and did not know any sword moves. In particular, his other means of attack were sealed by the sword disk, so he could only hold a sword and chop randomly on the stage.

In the end, he was knocked off the stage by Jiang Zhiling's first move of the "Edgeless Sword Technique".

"Zhiling, not bad, your strength is really good!"

Looking at Jiang Zhiling coming down from the stage, Jiang Deng did not hesitate to praise her.

“Hehehe…”

Jiang Zhiling scratched her head sheepishly, "It's all thanks to my elder sister."

The atmosphere between the two sisters is very good.

Xiahou Nu on the other side was in a miserable situation. No one came to find him, so he could only get up from the ground and return to the location of the Xiahou family in a mess.

Xiahou Yu, the young master of the Xiahou family, crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "Letting a loser who doesn't even have sword intent to participate in the sword competition is such a waste of our Xiahou family's quota."

"That's right," Huang Zhongtian also echoed, "If I had known he would lose the first match, I might as well have given this spot to my fellow disciple!"

Hearing this, Xiahou Qingyu frowned slightly and said unhappily: "Anu has good talent. Letting him see the world will be beneficial to his cultivation."

"Aunt, haven't you realized yet? He's not cut out to be a swordsman!"

“…Xiaoyu, you!”

Seeing that the aunt and nephew were about to quarrel, Xia Hounu said awkwardly, "Master, please stop arguing. I will try my best. Please don't let me, a servant, ruin your harmony."

"snort!"

Xiahou Yu snorted coldly. When he became the head of the family, the first thing he would do was to drive away this annoying slave!

Xiahou Qingyu sighed softly. She didn't want to see Xiahou Nu in trouble, so she didn't say anything else.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Huang Zhongtian's eyes.

He had been coveting Xiahou Qingyu for a long time. As long as he could marry Xiahou Qingyu, he would be able to slowly take over the Xiahou family in the future. However, Xiahou Qingyu never even glanced at him, and even treated this slave better than him!

If there is a chance... I must get rid of this damn slave as soon as possible!

Soon, the candidates for the third game were selected——

Leng Baige versus Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Deng's eyes lit up and he immediately became interested.

Although she didn't like Jiang Zhi, she had to admit that Jiang Zhi was indeed talented in swordsmanship. Although he didn't have many opportunities, his training speed was not slow.

Now, like Jiang Zhiling, they have reached the peak of the Jindan realm.

As for... Leng Baige?

Jiang Deng touched his chin, not knowing why Leng Baige was so sure that the third disciple would choose him as the sword servant?

Could it be that he has some secret magic weapon...

Under Jiang Deng's gaze, the game started soon.

Leng Baige is the sword of memories, and his natal sword is the heavenly spiritual sword Menghui Sword.

Jiang Zhi possesses the sword intent of Hanshui, and his natal sword is the heavenly spiritual sword Sun and Moon Sword.

The cultivation levels of both of them were at the peak of the Jindan realm, which saved the sword disk from suppressing their cultivation levels.

Jiang Zhi stood tall, looking at Leng Baige across from him, and said with a smile: "After we parted at the Soul Locking Tower, I thought Junior Brother Leng was dead. I didn't expect that not only is you not dead, but you're actually a demon cultivator."

"What happened to the demon?"

Leng Baige said disdainfully: "We demons are at least more honest than you who talk about morality and justice!"

"Oh, then there's nothing to say."

The two of them had no idea what was going on and started fighting.

One of them is ruthless, the other is free and easy.

However, Leng Baige's sword intent of memory seemed to be restrained by Jiang Zhi's sword intent of cold water, and he gradually became unable to cope with it. So he retreated in a hurry, gritted his teeth and swung out his strongest sword move.

"Dreaming of swordsmanship, dreaming of past lives!"

In an instant, the Menghui Sword emitted a magnificent light, which quickly penetrated into Jiang Zhi's brows, so fast that he couldn't react.

Jiang Zhi was stunned for a moment and even forgot to continue attacking Leng Baige. He just stood there in a daze for a while.

Below the stage, Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling were puzzled.

"What's wrong with Jiang Zhi? He's actually distracted at such a crucial moment in the game?"

Jiang Zhiling said angrily, "He underestimated his opponent, and now he's in trouble."

What others didn’t know was that countless memories began to flash through Jiang Zhi’s mind.

These memories were clearly something he had never experienced before, yet they felt strangely familiar.

In the picture, there is always a woman in black with a long sword on her back in front of him. The woman always has her back to him, so it is impossible to see what she looks like.

He was very anxious and always wanted to go forward and stand next to the woman in black.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only see the back of the woman in black, who always looked down on him.

The jealousy in his heart was about to burn out his sanity. He was madly wanting her to look at him, even just for a moment!

But besides her sword, all she had in mind was her friend...

The string in his head completely broke and he lost control!

In the picture, he stabbed the long sword in his hand into the back of the woman in black, and blood exploded before his eyes!

And the woman in black finally turned around.

It was a plain, even somewhat dull and wooden face, with only a pair of dark eyes as bright as stars, flashing with a strong sword intent.

Although the two look different, Jiang Zhi's intuition tells him that this is Jiang Zhiling!

Jiang Zhi was stunned.

What's going on?

He was obviously very sure that he really liked Jiang Zhiling, but how could he kill Jiang Zhiling?

Are these images fabricated, or are they really his past life?

Jiang Zhi's heart suddenly started beating violently, and the intense pain brought him back to his senses.

When he opened his eyes again, the memories that had just been flying before his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a white circular platform.

The cold white singer on the opposite side held the Dream Return Sword and stabbed it into his heart!

"……Well!"

Jiang Zhi was sweating coldly from the pain. He stretched out his hand to grab the sharp sword. Even though his palm was cut, he did not let go. He pulled the Menghui Sword out of his chest!

Looking at Leng Baige opposite him, Jiang Zhi's usually gentle eyes flashed with obvious annoyance for the first time.

"Whoever disturbs my heart will be killed!"