Zi Chujian responded quickly. Young people always do things neatly and neatly. Of course, young Jian must also be crispy and neatly.
"You need a sword, and I also need a master. My requirements for the master are very simple. There are probably only two requirements, one is young and energetic, and the other is stunning and talented. You have already achieved both of these two."
The voice of Zi Chujian sounded in Zhao Zheng's heart.
"Now that I have achieved it, are you willing to accept me as your master?" Zhao Zheng asked excitedly. While asking the question, he feinted twice to withstand Kong Yunjie's offensive.
"I am quite satisfied with you and am willing to be your right-hand man, but I still have to give you a final test. I will temporarily lend you my power. If you can use me to defeat your opponent and the sword in his hand, I will
I completely admit that you are my master. From now on, I will brave all obstacles and fight bloody battles for you, and never give up!" Zi Chujian said sternly.
"Okay, it's settled. If I lose to him even though I have you in my hand, I won't be qualified to be your master."
"Stretch out your hand and prepare to receive the sword!"
This conversation that only existed in Zhao Zheng's heart was over, and it only took a few breaths of time.
Zhao Zheng spent so much effort and sweat, and finally achieved his goal and won the recognition of Zichujian. As long as he can use Zichujian to win this competition, he can completely become Zichujian.
The master will become the biggest winner in this arena competition!
"Kong Yunjie! Wait!" Zhao Zheng was typing when he suddenly shouted loudly, his voice reaching through the sky. He really didn't want to talk nonsense to Kong Yunjie. But now he had to get a chance to breathe.
Kong Yunjie thought that Zhao Zheng was about to admit defeat in public, so he stopped his offensive. In his opinion, for a tough guy like Zhao Zheng, admitting defeat in person would definitely be more uncomfortable than death. He was happy to see Zhao Zheng suffer.
"What, you want to admit defeat?" he asked with a sneer.
"No, I told you that Zhao Zheng did not admit defeat today. The reason why I asked you to stop was to use another sword to deal with you." Zhao Zheng said lightly.
"The owner of the village just made it clear and clear that challengers can only use their own swords. It is forbidden to borrow other people's swords. Both of your swords have been broken, where do you want to get the swords from?"
"My two swords are indeed broken, but I still have a third sword that can be used. The name of this sword is Zichu Sword!" Zhao Zheng threw the broken sword in his hand to the ground, and then pointed his hand at the ring.
The Panlong Stone Tower on one side.
"Have you been beaten stupid by me? What nonsense did you say? Zichu Sword only belongs to the final winner of the ring competition, what does it have to do with you..." Kong Yunjie mocked, but in the middle of the sentence, he suddenly stopped.
His eyes widened in shock, showing an expression of extreme disbelief. It was as if he had hit a ghost in broad daylight.
Kong Yunjie was surprised for a reason. In fact, it was not only him who was surprised, but also everyone around the ring.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Zichu sword on the Panlong Stone Tower let out a scream, the sword shook violently for several times, suddenly broke away from the stone tower, and soared upwards into the sky.
The Zichu sword actually unsheathed itself!
"What? What's going on?" The sword slave in the stands suddenly stood up, showing a concerned look. As the forger of Zichu Sword, he has far more feelings for this sword than others.
Every move touches his heart.
Tie Xuanfeng also stood up, stared at Zi Chujian, and said in a deep voice: "Is it possible that an expert stole Zi Chujian?"
The four old men from the south also looked at Zi Chujian and were ready to stop the sword.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zichu Sword turned around and circled around the ring, and then went straight to Zhao Zheng on the ring. The speed went from fast to slow. When it landed next to Zhao Zheng, the castration was no longer there.
How fierce.
Zhao Zheng reached out and grabbed the Zichu Sword with his blood-stained palm. The sword was very light and did not weigh much in his hand. There was a cold feeling on the hilt, and it felt like when he first held it,
Holding a piece of ice. These are just tactile sensations. This sword gives people more of an inner feeling. After holding this sword, people immediately feel a lot more at ease.
This is a sense of security that is invincible.
"I have lent my power to you, use this power to defeat the person opposite!" Zichujian said excitedly. This is the second time it has been used against the enemy, and the one he faced was Ruyi.
The enemy, what it really wants to defeat is not only Kong Yunjie, but also the Nine Yang Sword in Kong Yunjie's hand!
A top-grade sword will naturally want to fight with a top-grade sword, let alone a sword as aggressive as Zichu Sword.
"Okay, as you wish, I will definitely use you to chop off his head." Zhao Zheng felt fierce in his heart, holding a sword flower in his hand, and there were several bright flashes around him, and there was a deep chill. There was no need to do anything.
, just these few bright flashes are enough to take people’s breath away!
Kong Yunjie on the opposite side was dumbfounded. His mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg in. He never expected that Zhao Zheng could call Zichu Sword into his hand. This was so unbelievable that no one would believe it.
Even if you say it to others, it's hard to believe it even if you see it with your own eyes.
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, but the scene in front of him remained the same. Zhao Zheng still stood there in awe, still holding the sharp Zichu sword in his hand!
There were many people who were also frightened.
In the East Stand.
"That kid seemed to have just said that Chujian was his third sword, and then Zichujian flew out of the Panlong Stone Tower on its own and fell into his hand. Could it be that he has obtained Zichujian's approval?
Became the master of Zichu Sword in advance?" The sword slave analyzed in shock.
Tie Xuan's wind power eyes scanned the surroundings, maximizing his five senses, and murmured: "The surroundings are calm and calm, and I can't feel the influence of external forces. It was indeed Zichujian who flew over just now, and it was not someone else who interfered. From this point of view,
Your guess should be correct, Zi Chujian has recognized him and regarded him as his master."
"I'm going to ask and confirm it myself, so as not to make any mistakes." The sword slave was still worried, so he jumped onto the ring and asked Zi Chujian, "Why did you suddenly fly into this kid's hand?"
?Could it be that you have already decided that he will be your master before the arena match is over?"
"I just can't help but want to help him. As for whether I should recognize him as my master or not, let's wait until he finishes this competition." Zi Chujian responded.
"Okay. As long as this is your own decision, I won't stop you. If you want to help him, just go ahead and I will watch the battle for you." The sword slave heard that this was Zi Chujian's decision.
, relieved.
Zichujian said nothing more and stayed in Zhao Zheng's hands obediently. In this world, no one can force it to recognize someone as its master, and once it recognizes someone, it will never betray it easily.
"Everyone, I have already asked Zichujian. Seeing that Zhao Zheng likes it, it intends to help Zhao Zheng win this competition. Although Zichujian has not completely recognized Zhao Zheng, at least until the end of this competition, Zichu
The sword temporarily belongs to Zhao Zheng, and it is considered his own sword! Since it is his own sword, he can naturally use it casually, and it does not violate the rules of the arena. This competition can continue." The sword slave hugged him in all directions.
He cupped his fists and announced in front of everyone.
"Senior Sword Slave, the arena is not over yet. The winner has not yet been decided. How can this first sword be regarded as Zhao Zheng's? This is obviously a violation of the rules!" Kong Yunjie shouted unwillingly.
"That's wrong. This arena is only opened to facilitate Zi Chujian to choose his favorite master. It does not mean that whoever wins the final victory will get the sword. If Zi Chujian's choice is not the final winner, but the last one,
First, that is its own decision, and no one can interfere. Besides, I am the second master of this villa, and my words are like nails. If I say I won’t break the rules, I won’t break the rules. You kid, just hold your sword.
Keep fighting him." The sword slave flicked his sleeves and made Kong Yunjie blush.
The sword slave's remarks caused an uproar among the crowd.
"Why did the Zichu Sword fly into Zhao Zheng's hand?"
"This sword has already identified Zhao as its owner in advance!"
"It's unbelievable that such a thing could happen. A top-grade sword."
Everyone held their own opinions and said whatever they wanted.
In the stands, everyone who had friendship or relationship with Zhao Zheng was very excited when they saw this scene. Especially Lu Youfa, who screamed with joy. His four million taels of bets were finally settled again.
.
This competition was full of twists and turns, with three ups and downs, which was really difficult to predict. No one dares to say the final outcome of the competition to this day.
On the ring, Kong Yunjie raised his sword eyebrows, stared like a tiger, and panted heavily. He was angry and unwilling now, and there was an evil fire in his heart. He clearly had the advantage and was about to win.
As a result, Zi Chujian took a fancy to Zhao Zheng and flew into Zhao Zheng's hands, making all his hard work go to waste.
Now even if he defeats Zhao Zheng, everything is irreversible. Zi Chujian has recognized his master, and victory or defeat has no meaning anymore.
"No, things can still turn around. If I can kill Zhao Zheng with my own hands, Zichu Sword will have no master, and it will choose another master by then. I stand out among the younger generation, and I am still very good.
There is hope that he will be recognized by Zichujian." A thought flashed in Kong Yunjie's head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and murderous intent appeared on his body again. He had severely injured Zhao Zheng before, and he had already suppressed his murderous intention, but now
The murderous intention rose again.
Zhao Zheng is slightly different from Kong Yunjie. His murderous intention has never wavered from beginning to end. It didn't waver just now, and it won't waver now.
"The internal power in your body has almost been used up. I will lend you the internal power stored in my Dantian tank. You can use my internal power to give it a try!" After Zi Chujian said, he really poured a burst of internal power into his body.
In Zhao Zheng's hand.
Zhao Zheng's meridians had been exhausted, but after receiving this new internal force, it was like a sudden burst of rain after a long drought, and it regained its vitality.
He possesses sword skills rarely seen in the world.
He also holds in his hand the most exquisite sword in the world.
There is really no reason to lose. Since you can't lose, you must win, and win beautifully!
"Those who died tragically at the hands of Master Kong Yunjie and his disciples, you will be separated in heaven. Zhao avenged you today!" Zhao Zheng shouted loudly in his heart, and rushed forward with the Zichu sword in hand, leaping a few feet away, and then
The unique skill at the bottom of the box, Chang Tu, was used.
The Tyrant Changtu he is using now is very different from the previous Tyrant Changtu. There have been great changes in the moves. It is more bold and sharp than before, leaving no room for error, and has many more subtle back moves. These changes
As well as the back move, he figured it out together with the red-faced white ape in the deep mountain and old forest dungeon. It is very practical.
Zichu's sword drew three rapid strokes in the air, unleashing three unstoppable golden sword energies. All three slashed at Kong Yunjie's fatal vitals.
Kong Yunjie did not retreat but instead advanced. He swung the Yin Yun Sword horizontally and formed a thick ice wall, blocking all the sword energy that came flying towards him.
Zhao Zheng took another step forward, opened up his sword skills, and struck out a sword from top to bottom. The power of this sword was far greater than the three swords just now. However, this sword still failed to achieve any success, and Kong Yunjie turned sideways.
He dodged it. He continued to move forward. He continued to swing his sword, alternating between the two, approaching Kong Yunjie step by step.
He slashed out nine sword energy back and forth, crossed three steps at the same time, and finally rushed to Kong Yunjie. Seeing that the distance was close enough, he switched the moves under his hand, from the tyrant's long slaughter to the "sword swinging in the sea", the sword's power
Suddenly his movements became smooth. This sword covered several vital points of Kong Yunjie's body, but it did not attack directly, but with subtle twists and turns.
Kong Yunjie raised his legs and upper body. He dodged one sword and stepped back. He got out of the way of the second sword, but he couldn't dodge the third sword. With no solution, he had to cross the Yin Yun Sword and use the blade of the sword to strike.
Block the first sword.
"bite!"
The two swords intersected, making a crisp sound as they collided, and a dazzling spark burst out.
Zhao Zheng and Kong Yunjie were both staring at the confrontation between the two swords. Under their joint gazes, Zi Chujian used the sharp edge of the sword to blow away the Yin Yun Sword. The sword with sword energy
The front penetrated deep into it and cut the Yin Yun Sword in half like cutting tofu!
"Whoosh!"
The broken sword of the Dark Cloud Sword flew into the air and spun countless circles. Under the sunlight, it was particularly conspicuous.
Kong Yunjie relied on the power of the sword to cut off two swords in Zhao Zheng's hands just now, and now he finally tasted the same retribution.
After Zichu's sword cut off the Yin Yun Sword, its momentum did not diminish and it was still sliding forward, creating a buzzing sound in the air.
Kong Yunjie's eyes widened as he watched the sword light approaching. He was so frightened that he quickly waved the Nine Yang Sword to resist for the second time.
Zichu Sword collided with Jiuyang Sword again, and two completely different sword energies, one gold and one fire, exploded. After the sword energy collapsed, a duel between Jianfeng and Jianfeng followed.
Both swords are top-grade swords, but there is a difference between a top-grade sword and a top-grade sword. The Zichu Sword is the pinnacle masterpiece of top-grade swords, and is just one step away from becoming a top-grade sword, while the Jiuyang Sword is just an ordinary top-grade sword.
There is a decisive gap in quality between these two swords, and this gap is enough to give the Nine Sun Sword a devastating blow!
Just like cutting the Yin Yun Sword just now, Zi Chu's sword penetrated the body of the Nine Yang Sword. Although it was slightly more difficult than when cutting the Yin Yun Sword, it was still not too hindered. Zi Chu's sword cut from one side to the other.
On the other side, the Yin Yun Sword was cut into two pieces!
The world-famous Nine Sun Sword was destroyed in this way!
Kong Yunjie saw it clearly and secretly screamed, and his heart suddenly turned into a knot. This Nine Yang Sword has been with him for many years and can be called his right and left arm. If it is broken off, it is equivalent to taking off one of his arms.
How could he not feel heartbroken?
Zhao Zheng cut off two swords in succession, narrowed his eyes slightly, seized this golden opportunity, and swung his sword to Kong Yunjie's neck. This sword was the last move in the sword swing, using all the remaining internal strength in his body.
, slashing out a huge crescent-shaped sword energy.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Kong Yunjie had no choice but to use his last resort to save his life. He once again used the inner strength of ice and fire to stretch his neck. But this time it was not as effective as before, because the one that hit his neck was Zichu Sword, which was
A sword that can easily cut even top-grade swords can't compete with internal strength and skin.
Zhao Zheng struck Kong Yunjie's neck with his sword. The sword edge easily tore open the flesh and penetrated ruthlessly into it.
With this sword blow, Kong Yunjie will definitely die!
Zhao Zheng felt extremely happy. Even when he killed Mo Yunzi, he had never been so happy.
But at this critical moment, a figure as fast as lightning jumped onto the ring. This figure was only a few feet tall, just like a dwarf, but it was more imposing than anyone else.
The claws clasped Zhao Zheng's hand, and kicked Kong Yunjie's arm, sending him flying away.
Zhao Zheng's hand was completely fixed and he could no longer move. Even his entire body's internal energy was firmly suppressed and turned into a pool of stagnant water.
Kong Yunjie flew close to the ground for a certain distance, and finally landed on the ground, his life or death uncertain.
The half-moon shaped sword energy dispersed and disappeared without a trace.
The little man who took action at the critical moment looked at Zhao Zheng and said with a smile: "Young people, don't be so angry. You have no grudges in the past and no grudges in the near future. Why do you need to kill him? If he has some shortcomings, how can his master just let it go?"
If one moment of time affects the whole body, you will not end up well. Thanks to the old man's weak hand, he blocked the sword for you and saved his life, otherwise he would have died by your sword."
Zhao Zheng was startled when he heard this, and looked intently at the person holding his wrist. He found that the person was less than four feet tall, surprisingly short, and extremely ugly. He had a bald head and a strand of silver beard floating on his chest. Don't look at this little guy.
He is not very handsome in appearance, but his eyes are electric and menacing. It is obvious at a glance that he has extremely profound skills.
He recognized the identity of the short old man. This man was none other than the famous Three Feet Shadowless Old Man, one of the Four Old Men in the South!
Only this old man, who was almost missing, could block Zhao Zheng's offensive at the critical moment and save Kong Yunjie's life.
"Ouch, it hurts me to death." Kong Yunjie, who was lying on the ground, groaned, reluctantly sat up, and covered his bleeding neck with his hands. From the looks of it, he was not in fear of his life.
Zhao Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he sank to the bottom in an instant. He sighed secretly: "Damn it, that sword just now failed to kill Kong Yunjie. It's such a pity. Good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. God is so unfair.
I have long eyes.” (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
