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Chapter 1193: Now I really entered the sewer(2/2)

If this is true, then any swordsman who cherishes the sword in his hand will have to be wary when facing Wei Zhuang.

Of course, swordsmen like Gao Jianli were shocked when Yuan Hong broke, but their emotions were not as high as those of the bystanders who arrived last.

When Tianming finally found the central hall out of breath and finally found his uncle, what caught his big eyes was Yuan Hong's broken sword body.

For Tianming, who is determined to become the successor of the Sword Master, this scene is unacceptable to him, as if the sky is falling and the earth is falling.

The young man stared blankly at the broken sword spinning in mid-air and falling to the ground. His mind went blank and his thoughts were completely stagnant. He just subconsciously shook his head slightly and murmured in a low voice:

"No..."

"No..."

Yuan Hong's broken sword flipped over and fell between Gai and Nie Weizhuang. Their eyes each appeared on the metal sword with clear lines, and Wei Zhuang's cold voice sounded:

"Vertical and horizontal, this is the fate of every generation of Guigu disciples."

Tick...ta!

As soon as Wei Zhuang finished speaking, the sound of blood dripping sounded. The onlookers, who had just calmed down a little, stirred up trouble again. They all stared at Zongheng's situation with their eyes wide open.

The sound of blood dripping this time has nothing to do with the wound on Gai Nie's lower back. The blood comes from his palm.

I saw Gai Nie's right hand backhand grabbing the end of the Yuan Hong Sword that was about to fall to the ground, letting the sharp blade cut his palm, and the sharp sword tip pressed against Wei Zhuang's throat, seeming to have pierced it

The skin was damaged, and blood droplets could be seen faintly oozing out.

The hilt of the sword fell to the ground with a clang, obviously Gai Nie had given up on it for the time being.

The situation now is also very clear. Although Yuan Hong was broken, Wei Zhuang was defeated.

The tip of the sword is already pressed against Wei Zhuang's throat. Unless the sword master voluntarily gives up, Wei Zhuang will not be able to reverse the defeat anyway.

"You have indeed become stronger." Ge Nie turned sideways and squinted at Wei Zhuang, "But one thing you have never changed."

"As a swordsman, you always care too much about the sword itself."

"Xiaozhuang, you are defeated!" Gai Nie calmly announced his victory.

Wei Zhuang, who has always been obsessed with the Zongheng battle, did not feel unhappy at this result, and even had a smile on his lips:

"Very good, you finally proved that you are not a waste."

"Brother, from the first day we met, one of us was destined to fall."

"So, come on, let's do it!"

As he spoke, Wei Zhuang stretched his neck forward, further widening the wound pierced by the tip of Yuan Hong's sword, and drops of blood rolled down the sword's body.

Gai Nie looked at Wei Zhuang, who seemed to be bent on death, his eyes flashed, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but increase his strength, causing more blood to flow out of his palm.

Under everyone's gaze, Gai Nie... made no further moves.

Wei Zhuang was not surprised by this scene, and the smile on his lips gradually widened, taking on a sarcastic tone.

"You and I have always been the same people!"

With ridicule, Wei Zhuang said these words while waving the shark teeth in his hand.

A flash of sword light flashed, and blood spilled out. The sword master holding Yuan Hong finally let go of his sword completely. With a crisp sound, Yuan Hong's body fell to the ground.

The sword master staggered and took half a step back. His body gradually lost all strength, and finally he could no longer hold on. He slowly closed his eyes and fell backward.

Looking at Gai Nie's collapse, Wei Zhuang sneered and said quietly:

"What is your Achilles' heel?"

"You are too attached to your principles, just like your unattainable dreams, stupid!"

"Brother!"

Gai Nie could no longer hear the sounds from the outside world, and all his perceptions were hazy to him, whether it was Wei Zhuang's taunt or Tian Ming's call. Only the last glimpse of the sky beyond the hole at the top was like this.
Chapter completed!
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