Just before the screams of people near the ring burst, Ji Jiashu realized that the girl beside him realized something was wrong. It was the third time today. Ying Baoyue thought she would never see this again, after all, the people on the stage were from Northern Wei.

But this episode still appeared.

The moment the girl's expression changed, Ji Jiashu heard a very subtle sound of breaking through the air. The sound was too subtle, he would not have noticed it if it wasn't for the third time. His pupils shrank slightly at the moment he noticed it.

Just because this time he already knew what this was.

Poison needle!

No one expected that the poison needle that first appeared when the young prince Yelu Qi of the Northern Wei Dynasty attacked Xu Yishan was shot at Meng Shi from the crowd when Meng Shi, who was also a native of the Northern Wei Dynasty, stepped down!

Meng Shi's pupils shrank on the ring, and he also noticed it when he was targeted by the murderous intent, but the speed of blowing arrows was so fast that it almost instantly came if it weren't for discovering in advance.

But what kind of person can be discovered in advance before being targeted by a poison needle?

Only when you are really targeted can you realize how difficult it is to avoid the poison needle when the girl did before.

Everything happened too quickly.

Meng Shi drew his sword and unsheathed it, but at his level he was still one step late.

Ying Xun, who was behind him, also noticed it. He reached out his hand but still couldn't catch up.

All this happened too quickly, and it was just a moment of thinking for the high-level practitioners. Although Ji Jiashu had observed in advance, the Northern Wei people were targeted on the stage and the stepson were the Northern Wei people. He could not immediately decide whether to rescue them, and the girl beside him did not speak...

Open your mouth...

Ji Jiashu's eyes were stunned. In a very short time, he saw Ying Baoyue slightly open his lips from the corner of his eyes. He seemed to notice something slightly before he opened his mouth.

The next moment, it was like responding to her feelings.

A sharp sword light passed through the entire arena! In an instant, illuminated the entire Nanchu Yu Prayer Province!

The young girl by the window opened her eyes wide, and the sword wind blew out the lamp tree beside the platform, but just as the night was shrouded in the snow-white sword light was dazzling, enough to take away everyone's gaze.

"Sword of Light?"

Ji Jiashu's heart was thrilled and he looked at the picture in front of him in shock.

With a light ding, two black debris-like things that only practitioners can see fall on the ring.

Ji Jiashu gathered his energy to see him, and his heart was shocked when he saw him.

Just under the sword light, the poison needle melted into the night was also slashed out in two pieces.

The ability to cut the poison needle out of the shot in half in an instant can only prove that the speed and accuracy of the sword are both terrifying.

"This... what kind of sword is this?" Only then did the other practitioners react. Chen Zichu looked at the sword marks on the ring that almost divided the table into two and couldn't speak in surprise.

A sword mark that penetrated ten feet across the arena was actually used to cut a small poisonous needle.

But it did it, which made all practitioners who understand this sword feel cold in their hearts.

At that moment just now, the sword was actually discovered after the poison needle was shot out. The poison needle was shot in front but was caught up, which was enough to prove how fast the sword was. It was obviously a sword with such great power, but its speed was faster than a needle!

What's even more terrifying is that this sword was not taken by Meng Shi, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

All practitioners have only one problem in their minds when they watch this scene.

What kind of sword is this? Whose sword is this?

Meng Shi held the hilt of the sword in his hand and looked at the sword scar on the ground. His eyes were surprised but not surprised. Just when the murderous sword attacked just now, he did not hide or avoid it.

Although he didn't expect it, he knew this sword.

The person who sets his sword is someone he knows.

Ji Jiashu tightened the window frame and saw Ying Baoyue beside him leaning on the railing to look into the distance. Suddenly he looked in the next direction of the ring. He looked with her eyes and was slightly stunned.

On the northeast side of the arena, there was a young man holding a sword.

There were very few people around him, and at this time, people who were slightly closer to him seemed to notice something and looked at him, but the moment they saw the face of the young man, people showed a little disgust, but retreated a little further.

Ying Baoyue's eyes stared at the figure quietly.

"This person is..." Chen Zichu also noticed Ying Baoyue's gaze at this time, and he was slightly stunned when he saw it.

"Mo Hua?"

"Is that sword just now..."

Ji Jiashu looked at the young man holding the sword in the corner and said, "It's him."

Mo Hua.

Although I had heard of such a person in the Northern Wei team this year, there was never a famous young genius on the mainland, so he didn't pay much attention. He even heard that the man named Mo Hua was disliked in the Northern Wei team because of his ugly appearance. He just followed the Northern Wei stepson every day. Those who didn't know thought it was Meng Shi's follower.

The Northern Wei saint who had just fought for Meng Shi to make Mo Hua appear was dissatisfied, which shows that no one in the Northern Wei team trusted his strength.

But even such a young man with a low appearance, no one thought that he would not take action, and he would be astonishing as he did.

It's still such an amazing sword.

Ying Baoyue looked at Mo Hua who was standing behind the crowd. Just when the Northern Wei stepson Meng Shi was attacked by a poisonous needle shot from a black hand in the crowd, it was the young man who swung his sword to protect his country's stepson before everyone was.

On the ring, Meng Shi looked at Mo Hua from afar, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

Seeing Mo Hua, who was holding his sword and walking towards the ring, Meng Shi spoke in a hoarse voice, "Please trouble you."

Mo Hua shook his head, "It would be great if I asked me to fight this game at the beginning. Senior brother, you won't be able to do anything."

If he was asked to play this game, maybe he could win.

Ji Jiashu stared at the boy walking towards the ring, and the sword light just now appeared in front of him, his eyes slightly sunken.

"It's this Mo Hua..." Chen Zichu frowned and looked downstairs. The official of the ceremony was panic and directing the palace people to light the lights again. Under the lights, the young man's face was dim and unclear and looked ordinary. It was impossible to tell that he could use such a powerful sword technique.

But he hasn't seen this sword technique yet.

"What was that sword just now?" Chen Zichu looked at Ji Jiashu, Ying Baoyue and Xu Yishan also looked over.

"It's the Thunder Sword? Why haven't I seen it before?" Chen Zichu frowned.

There were also many practitioners on the side of the ring asking. Mo Hua was a normal Northern Wei man and a thunder magician. Although the sword moves just now looked at them, the thunder magic sword was different from the fire sword. Except for the thunder magician, other practitioners were not familiar with their sword moves and were not too panicked for a while.

Chen Zichu was the same, but at this time Ji Jiashu looked downstairs and spoke, "It's not the sword technique among the nine swords of Thunder Law."

"No?" Chen Zichu glared his eyes widened, "Is that the sword technique with you..."

Among the Four Swords of Fenghuo, Water and Thunder, the Thunder Sword is also a relatively special sect. Although there are not many mainstream sword techniques in the Thunder Sword, there are many wild sword techniques. The Thunder Sword is violent, and users like to act recklessly and like to create original sword techniques. However, unlike the original ones of Dasiming and Shaosiming, the sword techniques created by ordinary practitioners are mostly not mature enough, and can only be considered semi-finished products and not officially recognized.

However, among these wild sword techniques, there are many who can get on the stage.

And these are often differently powerful.

Chen Zichu's eyes were slightly deeper, just like some kind of sword technique mastered by the young thunder sword master beside him.

"It's a bit similar to mine, but not exactly the same." Ji Jiashu said quietly.

"Sure enough, you know that swordsmanship." Chen Zichu stared at him, "What the hell is that?"

Amid the noise downstairs, Ji Jiashu was silent for a moment. Ying Baoyue looked at him and asked, "What kind of sword technique is the Light Sword?"

Ji Jiashu was stunned. His voice just now was already very small, was he still heard?

Sword of Light...

When Meng Shi was attacked, Mo Hua swung the sword of light with one blow.

"The Sword of Light is a branch of the Thunder Sword. I have only seen it once from afar. I can probably rank behind the eighth sword of Thunder Sword."

Ji Jiashu looked at Mo Hua, whose all his attention was on Meng Shi, and said suddenly.

"The Eighth Sword Queen?" Chen Zichu was shocked, "Then the power is almost the same as the Ninth Sword, right?"

"This year is also a strange thing. Why have the high-level sword techniques of the four major sword sects appeared?" he sighed powerlessly.

But compared to this, there are more difficult things to understand today.

"Compared with this sword technique," Chen Zichu frowned at the broken poison needle on the ring, "What's going on with this poison needle?"

"Why would the Northern Wei people be attacked by poison needles?"

Ying Baoyue's eyes narrowed.

Before, when the Northern Wei prince Yelu Qi was at a disadvantage, this poisonous needle appeared for the first time. It is not difficult to suspect that it was a black hand of the Northern Wei people.

But at this time, the Northern Wei people themselves were also attacked.

This poisonous needle appeared for the third time, but it made everything even more confusing.

Ying Baoyue tightened her painful wrist.
Chapter completed!