A burst of exclamations suddenly sounded in the crowd!

No one expected that in the battle, a practitioner would fall!

Even if you fall on the road, it is dangerous, let alone in a battle that is always fought every second, making a mistake in a sword fight is a taboo for military strategists, let alone such an accident.

There is no time to guess whether it was an accident or a hit, because just as Chen Zihan fell, the situation on the field suddenly became extremely dangerous!

No matter what the reason is, if Chen Zihan falls in the sword fighting, he will not be able to use any sword moves in his hand, let alone he falls and falls backwards.

Ying Baoyue saw an extremely frightened expression on the boy's face from the platform, as if he had lost his judgment ability due to an accident. The hand holding the sword was hanging down weakly, as if he could not even hold the sword.

Everyone can see that Chen Zihan's sword has declined, but his opponent is not like this.

The terrifying and shrill roar sounded on the stage, but it was not from the Fengshi.

Looking at Chen Zihan who was falling down, the others were frightened, but Ye Siyuan's eyes lit up, and a cruel and prideful light burst out in his eyes. King Goujian of Yue tore the air and let out a loud roar. Ye Siyuan's sword intent not only did not weaken, but instead cut to his opponent who was about to fall to the ground even more excitedly!

"God! It's going to be killed!"

"Mr. Chen, please admit defeat!"

"Young Master Ye, stop! Young Master Chen has lost!"

Everything happened too quickly, but the practitioners with the Five Senses Octavian knew that Chen Zihan had lost at the moment of falling. If the gentleman had reached the point of contention, Ye Siyuan's sword should stop at this time. If he could not even stop at that time, facing Chen Zihan who was unable to stand firmly, Ye Siyuan not only did not reverse the sword intent, but did not avoid continuing to improve the sword intent and left!

Chen Zihan's breath was already chaotic, and he could not raise his sword to fight back at this time. If Ye Siyuan's attack hit the ground, Chen Zihan would undoubtedly die!

Because the banquet at Jixia is a dispute between the academy, it has never risen to life and death. It only has protective formations and ritual officials, unlike the ritual ceremony that has military officers to protect. What's more, Ye Siyuan is the son of the Ye family. The other masters of the school suddenly looked at Mr. Zhenshan and did not dare to take action. The ritual officials shouted but were unable to stop it!

All this happened so quickly that everyone was caught off guard.

"Zihan!"

There was only a teenager's cry on the field, but it was overwhelmed by Ye Siyuan's smug laughter.

"A mere son of dancer! Go and die!"

The golden emperor's sword was raised high and held in the white and tender hand of a young man without a cocoon in his palm. Ye Siyuan laughed unscrupulously and slashed at Chen Zihan who was unable to fall to the ground.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, their eyes were full of cracks, and they exclaimed in their mouths, and time seemed to freeze.

However, at this moment, a cluster of light suddenly lit up in the raging fire.

"bite."

Accompanied by an inaudible sound of gold and jade.

The sword that was originally arrogant and crazily chopped out in Ye Siyuan's hand... was one inch away.

Chen Zihan's pupils shrank, rolled up suddenly, rolling out of the fire circle, and Ye Siyuan's power had already been used to break to the point of being solid.

With a click, King Goujian of Yue suddenly pierced the sword into the railing, slashing the iron-wood railing into a big hole, and firmly pierced it inside.

There was a dead silence between the scene.

Everyone looked at the scene in shock.

The first thing I realized was the person who was almost chopped just now.

Chen Zihan, who was covered in dust, sat up from the ground, but his face was not as trance as he escaped from death. He just raised his head in a daze and looked in a direction on the platform through a small hole in the formation that could hardly be seen.

He was originally looking at Chen Zichu who was nervously looking at the ring with bloodshot eyes, and suddenly met his younger brother's eyes. He was stunned.

The two brothers looked at each other, and Chen Zihan was also stunned. He remembered the shout he had just heard, his eyes slightly moved, but the next moment his eyes moved away from Chen Zichu and looked at a person beside him.

Chen Zichu was stunned again, her neck moved stiffly, and she looked at the side of him with Chen Zihan's gaze... Ji Jiashu.

The person his younger brother is... Ji Jiashu.

Chen Zichu remembered the tip of the sword that Ye Siyuan had inexplicably turned away at the critical moment, and suddenly his heart thumped. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the young man sitting there quietly. The next moment he found that Ji Jiashu was retracting his outstretched hand.

hand?

Chen Zichu wanted to look again, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by another person beside Ji Jiashu. His eyes moved downward in the direction of Ji Jiashu's retracted hand and saw the other hand.

A white hand was slightly held in vain, but Chen Zichu remembered that the distance between this hand seemed to be closer to Ji Jiashu than he remembered.

Ying Baoyue kept holding Ji Jiashu in vain, as if she had just handed him something.

Chen Zichu's eyes turned stiffly and fell on one hand on her other side. Then she saw her other hand holding...a chopstick?

Chopsticks?

At this time, the exclamation below finally came. Chen Zichu looked and saw that Ye Siyuan, whose sword was stuck on the railing, finally reacted.

The scene was funny but revealed strangeness. Ye Siyuan stared at the long sword that was pounced on in his hand, and his voice was hoarse in anger, "Damn... Bastard! You dare..."

But at this moment, Ye Siyuan's blood-red eyes slowly moved to the side, and when he saw clearly what was stuck on the pillar next to the sword, his pupils shrank.

The others under the ring exclaimed in surprise following his eyes.

"Chopsticks!"

"Look, there are actually chopsticks on the railing post!"

"A chopstick hit the King of Yue Goujian's sword? Is it a lie? Who can do this?"

Chopsticks……

Chen Zichu's eyes slowly moved away from the chopsticks left in Ying Baoyue's hand, looking at the hand she was holding... Ji Jiashu.

No...

This idea was too crazy, but with the afterimage he saw just now, Chen Zichu restored the picture just now in his mind.

Just as Ye Siyuan had just slashed out the murderous sword, Ji Jiashu reached out and hesitated for a moment, but the girl beside him immediately handed out the chopsticks in her hand. Ji Jiashu threw them out without even looking at it, penetrated the formation and hit Ye Siyuan's sword.

All of this happened just in a moment.

Chen Zichu couldn't speak, wait, why didn't Ji Jiashu use his own chopsticks?

At this time, Ying Baoyue withdrew her hand and noticed that Chen Zichu stared at the chopsticks on her hand in a shocked and suspicious look. She was stunned and smiled, "The chopsticks on Mr. Ji's hand just now were poisonous."

What she had in her hand was taken from him before, but she didn't happen to be so she handed it to him.

Ji Jiashu looked at the girl beside him when he heard this. If Chen Zichu read it correctly, there would be a hint of surprise and unexpected flashes through his eyes.

Chen Zichu was in a daze when he heard this. He remembered that he had seen this woman give Ji Jiashu a pair of chopsticks... So her chopsticks were poisonous?

No, he wasn't asking this, could this woman think of so many things at that moment?

It's really only Ji Jiashu who can keep up with her speed, no, both of them are.

Chen Zichu looked at Ji Jiashu with complicated eyes, looking at the young man sitting in the distance and hitting the shocking sword with just one chopstick.

That moment just now.

The powerful one is the sword, not the human being.

At the same time, the powerful one is not chopsticks, but people.

"Who is it! Who dares to get in my way!"

On the ring, Ye Siyuan's eyes were full of tears, and he looked at the chopstick in disbelief, roaring angrily, and his murderous aura was overflowing. However, the next moment, he heard people's screams.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Zihan, who looked up at something, as if he was looking at.

"What are you looking at, you..."

Ye Siyuan's noisy voice suddenly stopped.

All the noisy sounds in the venue stopped.

Everyone raised their heads and looked up at the height.

Ye Siyuan's face twisted, but it seemed to be influenced by a kind of force. He raised his head stiffly.

In the dead silence, Ying Baoyue looked at her slightly.

Just then.
Chapter completed!