He smiled happily and stumbled forward.

He was like an innocent and happy child, waving a wooden sword, laughing and running, but his steps were unsteady and he fell down on the spot.

But it was this drop.

Zhongshan Weisun's promotion was blocked on the spot, and his whole body was slashed by countless sword energy that emerged out of thin air.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

That was the sound of sword energy cutting through soldiers and demon-slaying armor.

In this crazy sword energy cutting, Zhongshan Weisun was forced back to the ground.

And Yan Shaofei fell in front of him!

Like a drunkard who drinks to drown his sorrows, like a child who falls down and falls forward in front of him.

What a coincidence that the proud sword penetrated right into his heart!

Zhongshan Weisun was unwilling, dissatisfied, and dissatisfied!

He still has his magical powers yet to be unleashed, his trump cards yet to be revealed, and his Nine-Head Killing Fist has yet to be used up!

How could he, the proud genius of the Jing Kingdom!

But the extremely sad and painful sword energy was raging crazily in his body.

His pain and sin were ignited again, and they even set off the red lotus fire. The flame of pain burned in his body...

A ray of clear light soothed him.

It soothed his body, but made his heart even more painful!

Because Yu Yu intervened.

In the declaration of victory and defeat by Zhenjun Yuyi.

Zhongshan Weisun looked at Yan Shaofei who was half-falling in front of him, piercing his heart with a long sword while supporting himself.

He spit out blood and asked with difficulty: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

After asking the question, he suddenly remembered that the person opposite seemed to be mute.

Probably because he was born unable to speak, this guy was in such pain.

You can only be so focused, so you are so powerful...

At such a moment, Zhongshan Weisun also had a strange thought in his mind - if Huang Relic becomes mute one day, it will become stronger, right?

"Sad."

Yan Shaofei said.

He drew his proud sword.

The moment the sword edge left the body, Zhongshan Weisun really wanted Zhao Tiezhu to come out and say a few words.

But looking at this guy who drew his sword and retreated, feeling the desolation and desolation, he suddenly felt at ease.

Are you going to get beaten again when you go back?

There is nothing you can do about it. Failure to show your peak is itself a lack of strength.

But grandpa, I worked really hard.

Forget it, you won’t listen either, right?

That's it...

The person lying on the ground lies flat.

The man standing and retreating showed no expression on his face.

The ultimate joy just now dissipated, and only endless desolation remained.

Although he won this battle, he seemed to be a little rickety.

It’s not that you have to have fun without repaying your youth, it’s that this sword hurts yourself and then hurts others!

People can't help but ask, what's the story behind him and his sword style?

On the martial arts stage, the winner has been decided, but under the martial arts stage, the noise suddenly boils!

This battle was actually won by Wei Guo Tianjiao!

A talented person from a non-overlord country actually made it to the last step and became qualified to compete for the leadership of the Yellow River Society!

The people of Jing country looked ugly and couldn't believe it.

The people of Wei were overjoyed and cheered.

Wu Xun, the general of Wei State, stood up directly with an excited expression: "Yan Shaofei! When you return home, I will hold your horse for you!"

But Yan Shaofei just held his sword, his eyelids were slightly drooped, and his expression was lonely. He stood alone on the stage, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Although today...
Chapter completed!