In the end, the only thing left in Ling Xiao's hand was the sword hilt!
And Ling Xiao's hand is still dripping with blood!
And that simple and dark heavy sword is still intact!
"Ah!" The thousands of disciples around ignored the pain on their bodies and looked straight at the competition table, shocked...
"How is it possible? Senior Brother Ling Xiao's Purple Moon Sword is a middle-grade magical weapon, so how can it be broken into pieces like an ordinary sword? Could it be that the sword in Lin Yun's hand is of higher quality than the Purple Moon Sword?
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"This Lin Yun actually blocked Senior Brother Ling Xiao's attack! He actually blocked..."
"What kind of martial arts did he use? What level was it? It couldn't be earth level, right?"
The shock in their hearts made them full of regret for having despised Chu Nan before. How could such a powerful person, who could withstand Ling Xiao's attack, be despised by them? The eyes of many disciples, looking at Chu Nan, began to flicker.
Awe!
When the disciples of the Divine Weapon Sect were exclaiming that it was impossible, Ling Xiao kept thinking about the impossibility in his heart, "The Purple Moon Sword is broken, I am injured, and I was injured by this person..."
The original white clothes have all been turned into rags, hanging on the body in strands. Blood is pouring out of the body, and he is in a miserable state. Blood is flowing from the corners of his mouth. Ling Xiao's eyes are flashing with shock, horror, horror, and a sense of horror.
There was a look of disbelief. Ling Xiao was proud of his ultimate martial art, the ninth style of Jin Yuan Xuan Slash, but he was defeated by such a person. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, "I haven't lost yet.
No loss! I want to kill..."
At this moment, he didn't think about how Chu Nan defeated him at all. He only had one thought: to kill Chu Nan, to take revenge, to kill him to vent his anger!
Ling Xiao wanted to take a step forward, but he could lift his right foot and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he suddenly fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
Chu Nan, on the other hand, had inserted the heavy sword deeply into the sparring table. He leaned on the heavy sword and stood upright, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth into a line. The modified second Kaitian style emptied Chu Nan's body.
Of Yuanli, all the strength, he is extremely weak!
However, all this is worth it. The power of Kaitian's second style has been verified, and it can compete with Ling Xiao's ninth style of Jin Yuanxuan's slash. He has an intuition that if the energy in his body is sufficient, he can defeat the ninth style of Jin Yuanxuan's slash.
It will be a breeze!
Chu Nan's injuries were also very serious. A terrifying sword mark extended from his left shoulder to his left leg. Through the bloody wound, he could see the white bones. He felt that life was like a candle, fluttering in the wind.
The pain made him feel like his whole body was about to fall apart. The pain was so painful that he felt numb. Even the light shining in his eyes was filled with pain.
However, even at this time, Chu Nan gritted his teeth, looked deeply, and used his tenacious will to gather every ounce of strength, tempering, and practicing...
Life is endless, practice is endless!
On the competition stage, one person is standing and one person has fallen. Who wins and who loses can be known at a glance!
"Ah? Lost, Senior Brother Ling Xiao actually lost!" A voice rang out, and everyone was silent. Senior Brother Ling Xiao, who was originally extremely powerful in their hearts, was defeated just like that.
"Stupid...zi..." Zi Meng'er was a little happy when she saw the figure standing upright, but more surprised. Although she had seen the power displayed by Chu Nan's first Kaitian style, Zi Meng'er
Meng'er never thought that Chu Nan would defeat Ling Xiao, but at this moment, Ling Xiao fell.
That inexplicable emotion once again crawled into Zi Meng'er's heart, "I should like such a person!"
At this moment, a figure fell directly from the air onto the discussion table. He squatted down and said in a panic, "Xiao'er, Xiao'er..." while shouting, he stuffed two pills into Ling Xiao's mouth.
, and then placed his palm on Ling Xiao's chest, flashing a faint green light, allowing the power of the pill to be exerted quickly...
I don’t know what these two pills are made of, but they are very effective. In just a few breaths, Ling Xiao wakes up. The old man in Xuanyi hurriedly said: "Xiao'er, are you feeling better? Who is it? Who will do it?"
Are you hurt like this?"
"Master... Master..." Ling Xiao said weakly, then looked at Chu Nan with extremely vicious eyes and pointed at him, "It's... him, he... wants to... kill... me..."
"Okay, okay." The old man in Xuanyi looked at Chu Nan, "You are so bold. If you dare to kill my grandson, then I will take your life!"
Hearing this, Chu Nan's eyes were shining unyieldingly, and he wanted to draw his sword and fight again, thinking in his heart, "Whoever wants to kill me, no matter who he is, must pay the price!"
Just when the old man in Xuanyi was about to take action, a fiery red figure stood in front of Chu Nan and shouted: "Grandpa..."
This figure is Zi Meng’er!
"Meng'er, get out of the way!"
"Grandpa, Lin Yun didn't kill him. They were just sparring, and they would inevitably get hurt..."
"Zimeng'er, get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude to you!" The old man in Xuanyi had a tall, aquiline nose and a sinister light in his eyes.
Zi Meng'er was still unafraid and said loudly: "Great Elder, are you going to kill a warrior who is only a great martial artist as the King of Martial Arts?"
As soon as these words came out, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man in Xuanyi, and the disciples around him whispered, most of them were dissatisfied with the old man in Xuanyi. Zi Meng'er still said reluctantly: "According to the wishes of the great elder,
You can only let your grandson hit others, but the others cannot fight back, so you can let your grandson do the beating? In this case, should Le Zheng, who was seriously injured, also kill your grandson? "
Zi Meng'er pointed at Le Zheng next to her. At this moment, Le Zheng felt very happy because Ling Xiao had been defeated. But when the old man in Xuanyi glanced at him, Le Zheng suddenly felt like he had fallen into a world.
As old as an ice cellar, he is trembling endlessly. The power of King Wu is just talk.
The old man in Xuanyi really couldn't find the words to refute, but he didn't want to let go of Chu Nan who had seriously injured his grandson so easily. He said to Zi Meng'er: "Meng'er, Ling Xiao is your fiancé, what are you doing?
Speak for others?"
"That's what you decided, and I didn't agree. What does it have to do with me?"
Hearing this, Ling Xiao's eyes became even more vicious, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he said: "Master... Master, he... is not... a disciple of our... Artifact Sect..."
"Huh?" The old man in Xuanyi just snorted softly. The surrounding air seemed to have dropped dozens of degrees and condensed into ice. "You are not a disciple of my divine weapon sect, but you hurt a disciple of my divine weapon sect. You should be killed."