Seeing that the Shushan Spiritual Sword on the left was dazzling like lightning, the Flying Dragon Envoy was shocked, but his movements were not slow at all. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed with another sword.
"Turn!" Chu Xionghe stood not far in front. With a wave of his right hand, the spirit sword immediately changed direction.
The flying dragon wielder slashed with his sword, but this time it was all in vain.
When the people in the audience saw this, they couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a powerful sword-controlling technique. It's as powerful as the flying dragon master, but it can be cut down repeatedly. This Shushan Spiritual Sword is too strong!"
"Yes, if this continues, the flying dragon user will be in a bad situation!"
Just as everyone finished speaking, there was a sudden popping sound, and Chu Xionghe turned the Shushan Spiritual Sword and pierced the Feilongshi's left shoulder.
The violent impact knocked the flying dragon user back three steps on the spot, and blood also spilled on the ground.
"Good guy, I didn't expect that your Shushan Spiritual Sword could actually hurt me!" The Flying Dragon User gritted his teeth, still holding the full-moon scarlet magic sword tightly in his hand.
Chu Xionghe stood three feet away from him and said with a faint smile: "Brother Feilong must be careful next time."
The flying dragon envoy suddenly smiled, but his smile was cruel and ferocious. He said every word: "You want me to be careful? You think you can defeat me with just this flying sword. It's really a joke!"
Chu Xionghe did not speak again, but frowned. After all, he understood the other party and knew that this person had never been a person who liked to talk big.
Since he can say such things, it means that the other party must still have a trump card.
The Flying Dragon Envoy suddenly stopped laughing and sighed in a deep voice: "Originally, I planned to keep this trump card for him until the end, but that's all."
Although he did not directly say who he was talking about, everyone present understood that he was naturally referring to Tang Feng.
The flying dragon envoy suddenly held the sword with both hands, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and stared at the Chuxiong River: "If you can catch my sword next, you will win!"
After he said these words, he suddenly began to tremble, and his face began to twist. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be enduring a strong pain.
As his body trembled, a scarlet glow suddenly surged out of the flying dragon's body. The red glow was blazing, like drops of blood condensed together.
At the same time, streaks of crimson blood-like mist began to float on his knife. At this moment, it seemed that the flying dragon made his whole body become ferocious, and his whole body's aura surged, filled with a sense of terror.
When Zu Long on the rostrum saw this, he frowned subconsciously and couldn't help but move, but in the end he endured it.
Hong Qitian next to him looked at him, but couldn't help frowning and sighing: "Zu Long, Fei Long, the kind of martial arts he is using now is probably magic!"
Zulong sighed in a deep voice: "How could I not know."
Hong Qitian sighed: "Since you also know, why don't you stop him?"
Zu Long did not answer immediately, but slowly raised his head and looked at the vast sky. After a long while, he said leisurely: "Although I am the leader of the dragon group and his leader, as a warrior, everyone
Everyone has their own path to martial arts."
Hong Qitian nodded and said: "Although that is the case, he has followed you a few years ago, and you have helped him after all."
Zulong smiled bitterly and said: "You must also know that the kindness I had towards him has long been wiped out and thrown away by him with the death of the White Dragon King."
Speaking of this, Zulong shook his head and said: "What's more, there is no distinction between good and evil in the world's martial arts. Although what he practices is a demonic martial arts, his heart has not completely sunk and lost his humanity."
Hong Qitian sighed: "But if he continues to use it in the long run, I am afraid that one day in the future, he will be demonized and completely lose himself. At that time, he will become bloodthirsty. In order to practice the demonic skill, he will do whatever he wants.
Killing human beings and sucking their blood."
Zu Long was silent, and after a long time he said leisurely: "When the time comes, I will definitely take action and finish him off completely."
Hong Qitian moved his lips, obviously he still had something to say, but he held it back in the end. In fact, he wanted to say that if the time came, we, the veteran martial arts kings, would no longer be able to subdue him.
Besides, on the stage, after the majestic scarlet mist poured out, the flying dragon user seemed to have fallen into a semi-crazy bloodthirsty state.
"The three ultimate kills of bloodthirsty, the first style of murderous killing!" As the flying dragon user gave a cold shout, his men immediately jumped into the air.
With a whoosh, he jumped into the air, raised the magic knife in his hand above his head, and then slashed it down.
As he slashed with the sword, the majestic scarlet energy of the sword spread thousands of miles, covering the entire arena, and the people in Chuxionghe were swallowed up on the spot.
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!" The Flying Dragon Envoy also knew that it was a critical moment, so he mobilized all his true energy and unleashed the strongest blow.
At the same time, he hurriedly recalled the Shushan Spirit Sword, and the flying sword spun in front of his chest to form a defense.
There was a sudden roar, and the dragon wielder slashed down with his sword. The arena was suddenly filled with sand and rocks, and the grass and trees fell down. Everyone was knocked back, and even the color of the sky and the earth changed.
The violent sword power brought countless dust and smoke, making it impossible for everyone to see clearly what was going on inside.
Everyone in the audience's heart was in their throats, and they couldn't help but murmured: "How about it? I wonder if Chu Xionghe can withstand his sword?"
"The power of this sword is really terrifying. It is probably much more powerful than the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong that Bodhidharma used before!"
"I'm afraid the Chuxiong River can't be stopped, and I don't know if he will die!"
When the dust settled, Chu Xionghe was not dead, but it seemed that he was not much better than dead.
At this moment, Chu Xionghe was standing upright on the ring. Although he had not fallen down yet, his whole body was trembling and his face was extremely pale.
A deep pit appeared under his feet, and his body was dripping with blood. What was even more terrifying was that the flesh and blood of his right hand holding the sword was all blurred, and his arm was hanging weakly. Although the sword was still in his hand, everyone understood that he
His right hand has been broken off.
However, even though he was seriously injured, Chu Xionghe still gritted his teeth and held on tightly to prevent himself from falling.
The Flying Dragon Envoy was standing in front of him, less than three meters away. His eyes were still crimson and crazy, and he was still holding the scarlet Full Moon Demon Sword tightly.
"Your internal organs have been shattered by me, your arms have been broken by me, and you can't even hold the sword firmly!" Feilongzhi's eyes were bloodthirsty and crazy, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Now I only have one sentence
, admit defeat, or die!”
After saying this, the flying dragon envoy suddenly raised his knife and pointed the blade at his throat.
There was a look of pain on Chu Xionghe's face, but he never groaned. His eyes were firm, and he seemed to want to fight again.
When Tang Feng saw this, he suddenly shouted: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military officers. To risk death even though you know you are not inferior is not fearless and brave, but ignorance and stupidity!"
Chu Xionghe on the stage was shocked when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Okay, I admit defeat!" After saying this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell to the ground.
