Heart knot!

It's like a dragon's reverse scale.

Go crazy if you touch it!

Go crazy if you touch it!

If you touch it, you will be killed!

Zhou Buzhou suddenly looked up, his eyes already bloodshot.

His eyes were covered in bloodshot, as if they had turned completely red.

Zhou Buzhou slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes staring straight at Mo Longxing. In an instant, the aura from him became icy cold.

He spoke word by word:

"Life or death?"

"Since you want to decide life or death!"

"Then I will fight you to the death!"

Zhou Buzhou drew out his Tang sword and stabbed forward.

Mo Longxing was slightly startled and quickly chopped down with his knife.

Zhou Buzhou changed his tactics and blocked with his sword.

As long as he blocked it, he could use the flower to absorb the force, deflect Mo Longxing's sword, and then take the opportunity to step forward and kill with the sword!

but,

With a clang.

The Tang sword broke.

The tinkling sound continued.

That was the sound of a broken blade hitting the ground.

No matter how the ancient technology is used in the Tang swords made by ordinary people, they can never match the swords made by serious practitioners.

Zhou Buzhou was slightly startled and quickly stepped back, barely avoiding the big knife that was falling straight down.

But the tip of his nose was still scratched and blood was seeping out.

As he retreated, Zhou Buzhou threw the half-broken Tang sword in his hand towards Mo Longxing.

Mo Longxing quickly raised his knife to block.

Bang!

Ding ding dong dong.

Half of the Tang sword fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Buzhou rolled over and landed next to the Zhanlu sword that was deeply inserted into the ring.

He pulled it out quickly.

Can't pull it out!

A thousand-pound punch can't even pull out a sword?

Even if it goes one foot deep, there is no reason why it cannot be pulled out!

After all, a punch of a thousand pounds of force can really uproot a weeping willow tree. If it can even uproot a large tree with a well-developed root system, how can it not uproot a sword?

Zhou Buzhou gritted his teeth, stretched out his left hand, and without any hesitation, grabbed the sword blade close to the ground.

Anyone who has experience in pulling weeds knows that pulling by grabbing the upper part is never as easy as pulling by grabbing the grass stems near the soil.

This is the principle behind Zhou Buzhou grabbing the part of the sword blade close to the ground!

He pulled it hard upwards.

A stinging pain came from the palm of my hand.

Blood was flowing from the palm of his left hand.

The sword blade remained motionless!

This is impossible!

this……

Someone tampered with it!

Zhou Buzhou suddenly turned around and looked towards the platform.

A face full of miserable smile.

Go to hell!

Do you really think I've never stuck my sword this deep into the ring?

Zhou Buzhou roared in hatred, "Lingjie, if you dare not let me draw my sword again!!! I will ask the principal to come and seek justice!"

On the high platform, Lingjie sneered.

Please ask the principal?

Your spiritual base no longer has a principal!

He saw the bright moon looking towards him.

Ling Jie sneered and said, "If I take action, Haoyue and Li Zun, how could you two not know?!"

Haoyue was also slightly suspicious.

He indeed didn't feel any movement from Lingjie.

Then he saw the vice-president of the foreign base lowering his head with an uneasy look on his face.

The mental power of the vice-president of the alien base was connecting to the arena over there in a covert way.

There is no doubt that it was the vice-president of another department who interfered and prevented Zhou Buzhou from drawing his sword!

Haoyue was slightly angry.

Ling Jie quickly sent a telepathic message to Haoyue: "Haoyue, please turn a blind eye. I owe you a favor!"

"Otherwise, I don't mind starting the Sage War here!"

Haoyue fell silent.

As a central government official, he doesn't care about human feelings or inhumanity.

But if the War of Sages really starts here, all the young people here will die.

That is not a loss that China can afford!

It is not a blame that Haoyue can bear!

Even the central government cannot take the blame!

…

On the ring, Mo Longxing quickly approached Zhou Buzhou and pointed his long sword at Zhou Buzhou's neck.

Zhou Buzhou gritted his teeth, turned around, and pulled again hard.

There was a sharp stinging pain in the palm of my hand.

Blood dripped down the blade drop by drop.

Still can’t pull it out!

Behind him, the long sword fell.

A strong wind swept over.

Zhou Buzhou sighed angrily, turned over and stepped back, and could only avoid it.

He looked at the platform, but there was no response.

Isn't there someone interfering?

How is this possible?

However, no one came out to stop it, and no one stood up for justice!

justice?

Is there justice?

Filled with sadness, Zhou Buzhou felt a little confused for a moment.

Otherwise, just admit defeat.

Can't afford to offend,

Able to hide.

No more fighting,

No more fighting!

It's all yours.

At this moment,

"Brother Zhou, take the sword!"

Below, Li Xuelong from the Spiritual Department base shouted and threw out her sword.

The long sword floated over.

Zhou Buzhou subconsciously reached out to grab it.

But at the same time,

Ling Jie's voice drifted into Zhou Buzhou's mind: "If you dare to take the sword, you and Li Xuelong will be expelled from the competition!"

Zhou Buzhou quickly withdrew his outstretched hand.

He let the sword draw a parabola and land on the other side of the ring.

Zhou Buzhou looked back.

Ling Jie was laughing, and the other strong men on the platform seemed to be clay puppets.

He turned around and looked at Mo Longxing with gritted teeth.

Looking at Mo Longxing who was pressing forward step by step with murderous intent.

He couldn't afford to offend the people on the platform, but the person in front of him...

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