“Squeak!”
When the sword sank into the mountain.
Han Juan's sword also pierced Wu Lie's body.
It's right on the left chest, less than a finger's width away from the heart.
As long as Han Juan wanted to, he could just cut it horizontally or stir the sword, and his heart would be shattered.
"call……"
Wu Lie let out a breath in despair, his face was as pale as paper and sweat was dripping down.
My whole body is completely exhausted.
This feeling of powerlessness almost made him go crazy, but he didn't even have the strength to do so.
He shook his head dejectedly: "I lost, just kill me!"
“Squeak!”
There was another sound of a long sword cutting through flesh.
But not murder.
Han Juan drew out the sword, and his spirit turned into a wisp of green smoke and drilled into the sword body. Then the sword flew towards Ying Wuji and went straight into the scabbard without deviation.
Wu Lie sat down on the ground with a thud.
Listen to the footsteps slowly approaching.
He raised his head and asked in surprise: "You won't kill me?"
Ying Wuji thought for a moment and said calmly: "I don't kill the weak!"
Wu Lie took a breath of cold air: "Hiss..."
Everyone outside the venue took a deep breath.
"hiss……"
At this time.
Taoist Qingxu's voice rang out: "Why are you so shameless?"
Ying Wuji: “…”
There was silence for a while.
Taoist Qingxu adjusted his emotions before announcing the result: "Ying Wuji wins!"
Everyone: “…”
This is fucking terrible.
Watch Han Juan and Wu Lie fight a whole game.
In the end, Ying Wuji won.
Who can I go to for justice?
Ying Wuji glanced at the long sword in his hand with resentment and couldn't help cursing, "Brother Juanzi, you bastard!"
The mountain stream in the formation disappeared without a trace and turned back into the ten-foot square arena.
He looked around and met many contemptuous looks.
Scratched his head.
Pretend not to see.
He smiled and left the Hanguang Formation as a winner.
Wu Lie staggered to his feet and looked at the bloody hole on his left chest, feeling completely confused.
He lost.
He lost nearly 170,000 taels.
He lost so much that he only had three years left to live.
The Wu State also lost one of the few opportunities.
He didn't know how he left the Hanguang Array. He only remembered that he fainted when he returned to his seat.
Taoist Qingxu read out with a blank expression: "Next match, Han Liu vs. Huang Dudu!"
Han Liu and an unknown swordsman entered the formation one after another.
Another showdown has begun.
Ying Wuji had just returned to his seat and turned to look at Zhao Ning with a smile: "Your Highness, am I awesome?"
Zhao Ning: “…”
Let’s be honest.
She was quite happy.
Although she also felt a little embarrassed.
But she really didn't expect that Han Juan would be so strong.
The spiritual fetus condensed from the thirteenth level of concentration, which follows the path of spiritual cultivation, can no longer be understood with the concepts of ordinary practitioners.
Want to defeat Han Juan.
There are only two ways.
Or use a super strong mental attack to directly cause harm to Han Juan.
Or destroy Han Juan's sword in other ways.
What a pity.
Han Juan is a spiritual practitioner to begin with. In terms of spirit, he has few rivals in the fetal transformation realm. It would be difficult to hurt him, and there is a high probability that one would end up like Wu Lie, who would be like an ant trying to shake a tree and bring humiliation upon himself.
so.
We have to start with the sword.
Zhao Ning sighed and said, "Wuji! Don't rely too much on the sword spirit. Although he is strong, he is not invulnerable.
Not to mention Ying Wuque's holy spirit fetus, even I can defeat his sword with my imperial body.
There is also Ji Sanxi. The sign of the forging of the Nine Flames Absolute Vein is the condensation of the Nine Flames True Fire, which is a magical object for refining weapons and will also cause great damage to the sword.
There are many other spells that can at least restrict Han Juan's movements even if they are unable to fight him head-on.
Then you will be in danger."
Ying Wuji smiled and nodded: "Don't worry! Han Juan's energy is beyond your imagination. He hasn't used magic today!"
Zhao Ning choked.
Having said that.
It seems so!
Han Juan was not able to use even magic when facing Wu Lie today.
As a disciple of Taishang Temple, he is a spiritual fetus condensed by the thirteenth level of concentration, and his best skill should be magic.
Even if the situations he described really happened, it would be unlikely that Han Juan would be the one who suffered.
Zhao Ning couldn't help but smile: "Then you, the sword master, really have a lot of free time."
Ying Wuji smiled and nodded: "Apart from being a little embarrassed, there is no other harm."
Zhao Ning asked: "Are you afraid of losing face?"
Ying Wuji: “Don’t be afraid!”
Zhao Ning: “…”
Seeing how thick-skinned Ying Wuji was, she felt relieved.
Because in her heart, Ying Wuji is a scholar and doesn't need to get involved in fighting and killing.
If he is injured.
She will feel bad.
Judging from Han Juan’s current performance, he may not be able to defeat Ji Su and Nangong Yu.
As for the next two games.
It doesn't look like there is any expert involved.
The other match is likely to be won by himself, Mi Xingli and Ying Wuque.
It is unlikely that Mi Xingli will win. If it were her, she would just give up and admit defeat.
If it was Ying Wuque.
She would press Ying Wuji's head and admit defeat.
No one knows the horror of Emperor Zhuanxu's body better than her, not to mention that Ying Wuque has broken through the thirteenth level of refining essence.
That's it.
Good.
Ying Wuji looked at his sword and complained in his heart: Who said I am not afraid of shame? Who said I am not afraid of shame?
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