Another light seemed to be the better, and he walked around the air proudly and suddenly descended towards the figure on the left.

At the same time, the red light on the stage slowly dissipated, revealing two people, and the situation just now also showed.

"sky!"

"How is that possible?"

"The magic sword is broken?"

"Bingwu's sword was broken, it was Bingwu's sword that was broken!"

“…”

This scene was so sudden that many people were stunned and all were stunned.

On the stage, Bing Wu was holding a sword covered in red light, but it was - half!

Another half of the sword fell to the ground. Her face looked pale, as if she had been subjected to great stimulation. She even forgot to blink and forget to come back to her senses. Her memory was still stuck when the broken sword in her hand touched her glazed sword. Then she could not bear the pressure of Ye Xiyue's breaking sword, which hurt her internal organs. Then, the glazed sword in her hand was broken at this time!

Only Bing Wu and Ye Xiyue knew that the broken sword was cut off by the broken sword.

Jin Mu stood up excitedly, "Divine... the magic sword is broken?"

‘Puff!’ Bing Wu staggered and spit out a mouthful of blood, and blood squirted on the stage.

Ye Xiyue stood still, holding a broken sword in her hand, her expression was calm, and she could not tell that she seemed to have been withstood a big battle.

"It was Ye Xiyue who won! Ye Xiyue actually cut off the glaze sword!" It was Huo Shuang, the girl who had been chattering and jealous of Ye Xiyue, who was about to die, jumped up from her seat, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Everyone gradually came to their senses because of her shouting.

Yes, how is this possible?

However, the impossible thing is in front of them, under hundreds of pairs of eyes, who dares to say that it is impossible?

The gorgeous glass sword was broken, and a broken sword that was like scrap copper and iron was still intact, and there was no small gap on the sword.

What does this mean?

It represented Ye Xiyue's victory and became the first place in the Sword Fighting Conference.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Bing Wu murmured to herself, covering her painful chest, squatting on the stage, looking embarrassed.

Ye Xiyue stood outside her three steps, Bing Wu suddenly swept her towards her like crazy. Huang Junye's eyebrows and eyes turned cold and he was about to take action. Ye Xiyue subconsciously held the sword and stepped forward in front of her.

‘Bang!’ The sudden red light shook Bing Wu to the edge of the platform. The half of the glass sword in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Red light, the red light on the left just now radiated from the broken sword in Ye Xiyue's hand?" Jin Mu saw the scene very clearly.

"Divine Sword! Ye Xiyue, you are the one who got the Divine Sword!" Jin Mu's words were like a time bomb, exploding a crowd.

Everyone looked at the girl in white on the platform in unison.

"What? She is the one who got the Divine Sword?"

"What a broken look in the Divine Sword?"

"What's wrong with Po? Po can kill the Liuli Sword in seconds. Who dares to say that Po Po Sword is not a divine sword?"

“…”

"Ye Xiyue!" Jin Mu suddenly rushed to the stage excitedly and stood in front of Ye Xiyue, "It was you, you got the divine sword. It turned out that all of us were wrong. It turned out that you were the one who really got the divine sword."

Ye Xiyue frowned, Divine Sword?
Chapter completed!