Hearing that Changge Yixiao's glass sleeves were tied with a very poisonous place, Yijian Fenghou was very anxious: "Why don't you take out the antidote?"

"It's useless. It's said that it's very poisonous, and it's a special poison. Even if it's too late for him to eat it now..." Changge's face darkened. Unexpectedly, such a thing would happen. Teammates on the same front died under his own poison.

Tian Yinke, who was holding Gan Jiang's hilt tightly, told him that he also knew that Gan Jiang's hilt was poisonous, because Tian Yinke's hands had turned dark green and were gradually spreading towards his arms.

He couldn't help but be shocked and cursed: "md, poisonous."

The people below heard Tian Yinke's scolding and looked at him with helplessness and a slightly sad look.

Yijian Fenghou turned around and his face was extremely anxious: "Come here quickly and I'll send it up, maybe it's time."

"This..." Changge smiled and looked embarrassed.

Suddenly, Yijian Fenghou's heart skipped a beat: "No...it won't be without the antidote, right?" He asked Changge with a surprised tone.

I saw Changge nodding in default.

"Retract your glass sleeves for me." Tian Yinke's neck veins were exposed, and his hands condensed internal force to control Gan Jiang tightly, but after all, he could not control it. As long as Chang Ge smiled and took back the glass sleeves, then... Gan Jiang would regain his freedom.

The people below were all stunned.

The one who spoke first was a little surprised and smiled: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

When he found that Changge Yixiao did not listen to Tian Yinke's words, he noticed whether he was dead or not. Yijian Fenghou couldn't help but feel a little angry and shouted at Changge Yixiao: "Take your glass sleeve back." In this case, he believed that Tian Yinke must have found a solution.

Looking at the firm look of Yijian Fenghou, Changge Yixiao smiled helplessly: "Okay, die if you die, just apologize to the evil sword." With a whoosh, Liulixiu returned to Changge Yixiao's sleeve.

The general has regained his freedom and has been suppressed for so long, and his power seems to be several times more powerful.

The players on the outside showed fear and sighed inwardly: It's over.

"Calm down! The ice is thousand feet long." Tian Yinke couldn't control Gan Jiang, and was swung by Gan Jiang, but roared violently. Gan Jiang spread from the hilt of the sword, and was frozen, completely lost his movement, and fell on the ring.

Everyone was shocked.

Looking at the air-conditioned Bing Gan Jiang with an incredible look on his face, what happened just now? Why did Gan Jiang be frozen in the blink of an eye? Turning into an ice sword?

After landing, Tian Yinke lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I'm not dead?" Changge Xiao was not only surprised that the general was frozen, but also surprised that Tian Yinke was poisoned and did not die.

The Marquis of Fenghou, seeing that Tian Yinke was fine, was relieved.

"What should I do now?" Taibai asked anxiously when he looked at Binggan Jiang.

Tian Yinke, who was lying on the ground, looked at Langyue Xingkong and said, "Cut him down, it will be shattered."

Seeing Gan Jiang so hard, Tian Yinke suddenly thought of his cold air, as long as he poured the cold air into Gan Jiang and frozen it, the fine iron would be easily broken when it was extremely frozen. So what about Gan Jiang? He could only try it out and take a desperate bet.

Then he stood up and smiled at Fu Junhe with a black face on the side, "President Fu, now add a layer of ice on the periphery. Do you want to try your breaking fist again?" He seemed to mock Fu Junhe.

How could Fu Junhe stand this? He looked at Tian Yinke hard, and his inner breath surged. Among the five people on the stage, Fu Junhe was sufficiently strong. After all, this guy had never moved much.

Following Fu Junhe's fist, he used all his strength to rush from the hilt to the sword tip like a flood, and then thrust from the hilt to the sword tip.

Seeing Fu Jun and his fists hit Gan Jiang like a muffled bell, Tian Yinke was also irritated in his heart. Is this possible? The man had already reached the Marquis of Yijian, Taibai was drunk, and Changge smiled beside them.

All four of them looked at the same question.

After Fu Junhe hit many punches, he landed in front of the four people and crossed his hands in front of his chest without saying a word, but his fists were a little painful. Fu Junhe was as strong as he was fine, and he didn't want to lose face in front of several people. He also looked at Gan Jiang nervously. If this attack was not enough, he could only wait until all the people were killed before escaping.

"Ice crack..." Tian Yinke said with a somewhat unnatural expression.

The ice layer frozen on Ganjiang was cracking. With a bang, Ganjiang collapsed like a building collapsed.

The five people on the stage watched the collapsed Gan Jiang not reacting yet, but instead, the players around him made a loud noise, excited, happy, and cheered...

After a while, the few people came to their senses and smiled a little, without much joy, and all breathed a sigh of relief.

Papapapapapa, no matter how loud the cheers around were, they were not as loud as the applause of the Sword Saint. The applause of the Sword Saint almost suppressed the whole audience.

Tian Yinke, a sword was conferred a marquis, Fu Junhe, and Chang Ge smiled. Taibai looked drunk and saw the sword saint floating onto the arena with a strong smile, and his heart was tight.

"No, good, they are all good." As he said that, the Sword Saint walked to Gan Jiang's pile of corpses and smiled: "Then, the real Gan Jiang should also appear."

Hearing the words of the Sword Saint, the smiles of the players around him immediately condensed on their faces.

Tian Yinke and others also felt a slump in their hearts. Although they knew that the Gan Jiang who had fought with just a shell, they did not think that they would face the real Gan Jiang. The sealing Gan Jiang's shell was so powerful. If this were... how strong would the real Gan Jiang be?

A dazzling light suddenly erupted from Gan Jiang's pile of corpses.

Then a ray of light broke out from the ground and rose above the sword saint's head. When the light dissipated, everyone saw a reduced version of Gan Jiang, which was only three feet long.

But this general was pressing on everyone's hearts like Mount Tai, making everyone feel extremely stressed.

The Sword Saint looked at Gan Jiang with admiration on his face: "What a Gan Jiang, it is worthy of being the seven ancient swords. If it is restored to the beginning, no one can see the sharpness." After that, the Sword Saint jumped and held Gan Jiang with both hands. The Shaolin Abbot was standing behind the Sword Saint with a wooden box. The Sword Saint carefully put Gan Jiang into the wooden box. The Shaolin Abbot covered the box and the Mount Tai that pressed everyone's hearts disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Tian Yinke looked at the Shaolin abbot holding the box in his dress and turned away, and asked, "Dare you ask the Sword Saint, how powerful is this Gan Jiang?"

Tian Yinke asked what everyone present was eager to know.

"Haha, General Gan has recovered as before. With your cultivation level, you may have died long ago under General Gan's edge." The Sword Saint smiled and turned around, and said, "The sword test tonight is over, and continue tomorrow night." He seemed particularly happy.

But...the crowd seemed to be in an ice cellar...

The Shaolin monk led everyone back to their room. Many players couldn't help but want to escape, but found that the Shaolin mountain gate was covered with layers of monks. Only then did they realize that there was no way back and could only go back to insomnia.

Yijian Fenghou followed Tian Yinke and others to the yard arranged for Qingjing by Shaolin Temple, and Chu Tianhe and the other three followed with shamelessness.

Everyone was worried so they didn't care much about Chu Tianhe and the other two. After returning to the yard, everyone gathered in the hall with frowns.

After a long silence, Yu'er spoke: "Qingjing, tell me what power your sword has?"

The sun is three feet long, and the sword body is smooth and red and golden. I heard that the sun is exposed to the sheath and the sun is gone, and the sky and the earth are trapped in a darkness. It belongs to Yin. If the Yin is strong, the Yang will be destroyed.

"Then you won't be afraid of trying a sword at night," said the tiger flying guard.

Qingjing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, the night moon belongs to the yin, which will make the sun cover more powerful, and may be more difficult to deal with."

"Then what's the solution?" asked Feng Hou Yijian.

"The sun occupies all the time, and we can only rely on the right place and people, but the position of the arena set up in Shaolin Temple has no right place to speak of for anyone, so we only have people and people." Qing Jing looked worried.

"Just like the master and the other five joining forces today?" Tiger Flying Guard asked, looking at Qingjing.

Qingjing nodded.

Yijian Fenghou's face dimmed: "This will not work at all. As you said, Yan Ri will definitely be stronger than Gan Jiang. Gan Jiang's body is huge and easy to capture, and Yan Ri is like an ordinary sword weapon, with great flexibility..." As he said that, Fenghou shook his head and looked at Tian Yinke.

Tian Yinke sighed and stood up: "It's getting late, everyone should rest early. Tomorrow night's affairs can only be decided after seeing them tomorrow night. Since you come, you can rest assured." After that, he walked out alone, and the tiger-throwing guard quickly followed.

Many players suffered from insomnia this night.

The Zhengdao Alliance, Fu Junhe, guided Jiangshan, the demon Xiaohu, and the awakened Haikuotiankong and others also gathered together to discuss tomorrow's sword test matters.

There was a broken sword on the table.

Don’t underestimate this broken and old-looking sword, it is the "Dragon Abyss" among the seven ancient swords.

"Tomorrow night, I don't know that the Sword Saint will ask the other side to go up and present the sword first." Fu Junhe's usual arrogance on his face had been much more restrained.

He was confused when he pointed to Jiangshan. He could not have thought that anyone would ask the Sword Saint to come up and offer his sword, but he was indeed extremely intelligent: "The leader should rest assured that no matter who gives his sword, it will do us all without any harm."

“How to say it?”

"Long Yuan, now it is just a broken sword, which is like broken copper and iron in our eyes. Not to mention that it contains powerful power, it doesn't even have a sword edge. You can rest assured. The Juyi Alliance will definitely discuss countermeasures tonight, how to subdue their swords. If you need it tomorrow night, we can help them."

Fu Junhe nodded, but frowned.

"However, what I'm worried about is not them, but ours." The demon Xiaohu looked at Long Yuan and said.

Guidian Jiangshan sighed: "Longyuan has no trace at all, and there is no record in the books. They are all obtained by hearing. I want to think of countermeasures for this broken iron..." As he said that, Guidian Jiangshan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Chapter completed!