"Brother, come on!"

"We must defeat him and avenge Senior Brother Ci!"

"come on!"

The disciples of Ling Xuantang shouted one after another.

The surrounding disciples of the outer sect were also in quite a commotion.

Obviously, they know Zhong Ximing!

As the Shentian Temple disciples took the stage again, the scene gradually became quiet.

Zhong Ximing came on stage and drew his sword. The sword was tilted to the ground. His eyes were as cold as frost. He stared at Chen Huru in front of him and said, "Please enlighten me!"

"Huh? You also use a sword?"

Chen Huru narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Well, let me see how your sword skills are!"

"bring it on!"

Zhong Ximing shouted low, activated his soul energy, accumulated sword intent, and stared at Chen Huru as he stepped forward.

Chen Huru squinted his eyes and watched quietly. There was no trace of nervousness on his face. Instead, he looked relaxed and at ease, as if everything was under his control!

Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched.

The people on Ling Xuantang's side were sneering.

"Let you be so arrogant now, let's see if you can maintain this appearance later!" the disciples were thinking in their hearts.

Everyone is very confident about Zhong Ximing.

Bai Ye also looked at it.

He had never fought against Zhong Ximing, but his master, Wen Xiaoxuan, the elder of Ling Xuantang, had fought against him a few times in Bai Ye.

Wen Xiaoxuan also knows swords and is good at using swords. His swords are the same as other people's swords, focusing on attack and killing, but his swords have one characteristic, that is, they are weak!

Virtual reality, real reality, virtual reality.

In the several moves with Wen Xiaoxuan, Bai Ye could see through his huge flaws every time, but every time a kill passed, the so-called flaws would turn into fatal traps, and the sudden counterattack caught Bai Ye off guard.

If Bai Ye hadn't been proficient in swordsmanship and had Hong Bing's sharp edge, he might have suffered a big loss at the hands of Wen Xiaoxuan before.

I don’t know if Zhong Ximing has inherited Wen Xiaoxuan’s mantle!

Bai Ye watched carefully.

At this time, Zhong Ximing had already approached Chen Huru.

The sword intentions of both sides intertwined, and the power splashed out shook the surrounding void.

Zhong Ximing's momentum was very strong. With a sharp look in his eyes, he struck out the sword, and the fierce and terrifying sword shadow turned into a huge mouth and swallowed Chen Huru.

The shadow of the sword covers the sky, and it is extremely fierce.

People outside the field watched as their breathing became tight.

How could Chen Huru resist such a terrifying move?

But Chen Huru didn't panic, raised his sword directly, and slashed towards the huge mouth of the sword shadow.

His movements were particularly calm and smooth.

There is not even the slightest hint of power from above!

This scene is particularly weird.

Is this a false shot?

Many people can't help but have such thoughts in their minds.

However, when Chen Huru's sword struck him...

Chi!

The shadow of the sword that covered it suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace!

"What?"

The world was shocked.

Chen Huru squinted his eyes and looked sideways, only to realize that the real feint was... Zhong Ximing's sword!

And his real sword! It was already close to Chen Huru's waist...

Chen Huru immediately raised his sword to resist.

But it's too late!

Bang!

An unusual sound came out.

Then Chen Huru's body flew out like a ball and hit the barrier on the right.

And a large piece of his waist had been cut open, and blood overflowed like a dam bursting...

"Wow!"

The whole place was in an uproar.

"good!"

A burst of joyful shouts erupted from the Shentian Temple.

Bai Ye stared slightly.

Zhong Ximing really got Wen Xiaoxuan’s true biography!

This sword... is even more exquisite and refined than Wen Xiaoxuan's!
Chapter completed!