Mu Feng felt that Alexander, for a novice and a broken sword, was not necessary to compete against the strongest person, and the result was clear and he was sure to lose.

"Imperial Master, what should I do next?" Mu Feng asked.

Huang Jun Ye Xiemei sat lazily on the chair, her eyes as if it were torched, "Come on the challenge!"

“I’ll lose.”

"Everyone thinks she will lose, not just us."

"Then what else can we fight?"

"If you take the initiative to abstain, you will lose not as simple as the sword fighting meeting, but dignity. For a person who escapes at the last minute, others will never look up to her."

When Ye Xiyue heard this, she suddenly looked at Huang Junye. He understood her.

After thinking about it carefully, Mu Feng felt that it was the case.

The winner of this sword fighting conference is actually Bingwu. Whether in fame or identity, Bingwu will be the biggest winner.

What they can do now is to never give up Ye Xiyue, stand behind her and support her.

The second round of the game began soon, and Ye Xiyue looked like a viewer outside the court because she drew a white draw.

Time gradually passed, and it was already half afternoon.

Seeing that this sword fighting conference had been going on for a day, the strongest person was finally released.

Everyone's expectations come to - Bingwu.

If Bing Wu is the best in this sword fighting conference, that's true. Even Ye Xiyue has to admit Bing Wu's methods, which are decisive and crushed with one move.

Except for himself and Bingwu, the remaining 38 people were all defeated by Bingwu.

No, to be precise, it was the Glazed Sword that was defeated by her hands.

The scene was still booming because of the appearance of Bingwu. The reason is that the magic sword held by Bingwu has never pulled out since he participated in the sword fighting conference.

Just leaning on the glazed sword covered with the scabbard, Bing Wu was already full of the limelight and killed everyone.

Ye Xiyue thought of the scene at noon today, her expression was clear, and her eyes were staring at the woman in pink standing on the stage. Her beautiful figure was standing gracefully. For some reason, even though Bing Wu showed off her popularity, she was covered with a pink veil.

Only 19 people won after the 38-person duel. She was originally one-on-one, but Bingwu chose to showdown together and fought against the remaining 19 people with one person's strength.

Even though the Glazed Sword was not pulled out, with its powerful sword energy, with one move, just one move, Bingwu directly killed the swords in the hands of the 19 people. Those who had lost their sword power and retreated one after another.

This match, which originally took one afternoon to decide the winner, only took Bingwu a short five minutes to finish.

If the sword doesn't take action, it will succeed. The magic sword is worthy of being a magic sword. If it is unsheathed, everyone cannot imagine what kind of scene it would be.

If Bingwu is not very famous, it is impossible.

Everyone present saw that scene. Now Bingwu is the goddess in everyone's mind and the number one in the sword fighting conference.

When people talk about ice dance, the biggest compliment is that they are beautiful, have good luck and high strength.

She was like a successful person, placed in front of everyone and accepted praise from all directions. Such a woman could take advantage of her temperament, appearance, and the magic sword she held in her hand.
Chapter completed!