This person is definitely more dangerous than anyone she has ever met before.
Quick decision!
We must leave before Lu Yushan has enough energy to come.
Having made up his mind, a cold light flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes. He reached out and touched the storage ring, picked up the long sword, and strode into the field.
As soon as both teams came out, cheers broke out from both sides of the stands.
“It’s Wen Zhenxiu!”
"Wen Zhenxiu, who has won seven consecutive victories, has finally arrived today!"
"Wen Zhenxiu, kill him!"
"Kill the young master Fang Cunji, and one victory of yours will be worth two, achieving a nine-game winning streak!"
"Kill him!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The shouts and cries of killing were deafening all around, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger. When the words "seven consecutive victories" were heard, the number of monks in the stands suddenly increased several times.
Hei Jue, who was secretly observing the three venues, frowned immediately when he saw Wen Zhenxiu coming out.
The other two encountered mediocre people, so why did Gao Heng meet a tough guy in the first game? This guy's luck is really too bad.
Ignoring the shouts from all directions, Xiang Sheng came to the center of the field and stood still, holding the sword in one hand, silently looking at the person coming from the opposite side.
"Young Master Fang Cun Ji?"
Wen Zhenxiu looked at the mask on her face with curiosity and said with a smile, "This is my first time battling with a young master. You are descendants of the royal family, so why don't you stop here?"
"Can."
Xiang Sheng simply uttered two words, still holding the sword in one hand, standing in the same place.
Wen Zhenxiu narrowed his eyes and saw no fewer than a hundred flaws. He had truly lived a life of luxury, with very little experience in combat.
He was disdainful in his heart, but on the surface he still nodded with a smile, "That's very good. Then, Your Excellency, please--"
As soon as the word "please" came out, Wen Zhenxiu's aura suddenly changed. He took a step forward, and his figure immediately turned into an afterimage, passing four or five feet in a flash.
This is the secret method that made him famous, Xiao Tu Xing Gong!
The distance between the two was less than ten feet in an instant. Wen Zhenxiu's five fingers turned into a pair of pitch-black claws, grabbing towards Xiang Sheng's head and shouting fiercely: "Die!"
puff!
A flash of white light passed by, and Wen Zhenxiu's movements came to an abrupt halt, frozen in mid-air.
Xiang Sheng shook off the blood on the sword, put it back into the sheath, and took a step back.
The monks in the stands on both sides were at a loss. Wen Zhenxiu, who was still in mid-air, suddenly let out a shrill scream, and his body suddenly broke into two pieces at the waist!
There was silence on both sides of the stands for a moment, and then an uproar broke out.
"What?!"
"Wen Zhenxiu is dead?"
"How did he die? Who saw it clearly?"
"That young man drew his sword, and there was blood on the sword! Did anyone see how he drew his sword?"
"I only saw Wen Zhenxiu fly over, and then he died! It was like he was cut in half right there on the doorstep. It was really weird."
"Wen Zhenxiu couldn't even survive a single move!"
“…”
The crowd on the stage was in excitement, but Wen Zhenxiu, who was cut in half, was not dead yet. He struggled to crawl to Xiang Sheng with his upper body, gasping for breath like a dying fish.
His eyes bulged out, and he stared at Xiang Sheng intently, "Young Master, that's enough..."
Xiang Sheng said indifferently, "If you hadn't said the word 'die', perhaps I would have spared your life."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhenxiu's pupils suddenly dilated, and his face was filled with self-mockery, "So... you already... saw... it... It was my... carelessness... that made me lose... not unfairly!"
Having said this, Wen Zhenxiu's head tilted and he fell completely silent.
Xiang Sheng held the scabbard and left the fighting arena without looking back.
At this time, the other two battles had just begun.
Hei Juefang came back to his senses from his shock and no longer cared about the fight between the other two. His whole mind was focused on Gao Heng.
The speed at which this fight ended and Gao Heng's strength were far beyond his expectations!
Although he did not see this boy take action, he was able to reconstruct some of the scenes from the monks in the stands.
No wonder Gao Heng’s true essence is so condensed, it turns out he is a sword cultivator!
Moreover, his sword realm was already quite profound, and he was only one step away from the sword realm of "sword and spirit merged". In this way, using sword power to purify true essence, the true essence would naturally be extremely pure.
"Such genius, such genius!"
Hei Jue was filled with excitement. "In his opinion, this person's talent is even better than the master's previous disciples! If he can inherit the mantle of the great elder, he will surely become a great swordsman and become another pillar of his Tianyan Sect!"
The only doubt is the owner.
Hei Jue frowned slightly. His master hadn't yet merged his two souls, and his temperament was unpredictable. If he harmed Gao Heng due to his emotional grievances...
He hesitated for a moment and still did not report the news to Lu Yushan immediately.
When this boy achieves ten consecutive victories and is admitted to the Elders' Pavilion, even if his master occasionally falls into a demonic barrier, he will most likely consider the Elders' Pavilion and will not harm his life.
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