The Zhentian Palace disciples who were watching the battle were so uncomfortable that they almost wanted to vomit blood. They clearly felt that Han Sen was not as powerful as Lone Bamboo, but they also felt that they were evenly matched, which was complicated and contradictory.
Many king-level elders looked surprised when they saw the aura exuding from Han Sen.
They feel the same as the ordinary Zhentian Palace disciples, but they see it more clearly.
Han Sen's absolute power is indeed not as good as Lone Bamboo who was promoted to Marquis, but instead of being suppressed, his artistic conception and momentum are becoming more and more solid and powerful.
As Lone Bamboo's sword power continued to rise, Han Sen's artistic conception also continued to change, and he was never suppressed by Lone Bamboo.
The artistic conception of the two people was so terrifying that it had become visible to the naked eye. The disciples of Zhentian Palace who were watching the battle seemed to see that it was no longer Lone Bamboo and Han Sen confronting each other, but an evil flame raging into the sky.
The evil ghost was confronting a jade-white light and shadow. The two terrifying momentums collided, as if it was the alternation of night and day, the blending of black and white. No one could take advantage, and no one could suppress any of them.
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boom!
The two forces seemed to be pushed to the limit at the same time and collapsed beyond a certain boundary. The artistic conception set by the dream beast was unable to block the momentum of the two people. The two momentums spread out, making many disciples of Zhentian Palace feel as if their brains were about to explode.
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"Roar!" Lone Bamboo roared, holding the Ghost Fang Sword in both hands, raising it high above his head, and with the terrifying power that had already broken through the limit, he was about to slash it at Han Sen.
Yun Changkong and other elders all secretly smiled bitterly. If this sword was cut, a tragedy would inevitably happen, and there would be no room for it.
The Master of Zhentian Palace also sighed secretly, stood up from his chair, and was ready to intervene.
The jade sword in Han Sen's hand pointed at the lonely bamboo, as unshakable as a mountain, his eyes were clear and showed no fear or flinching.
But Lone Bamboo looked ferocious, the man and the knife merged into one, and the ferocious flames shot straight into the sky like a volcano erupting.
When everyone thought Lone Bamboo was going to cut off the sword, the Ghost Fang Sword was frozen in the air and could not be cut down. Lone Bamboo's eyes were staring at Han Sen, or rather at the jade sword in Han Sen's hand.
, the complex emotions inside are ever-changing.
On the green grass, an eight or nine-year-old little girl with double braids was holding a jade sword, practicing her sword skills clumsily and awkwardly. When she accidentally hit her forehead with the jade sword, she was immediately stunned.
He sat down on the ground, threw away the jade sword and rubbed his eyes.
"Why are Wan'er crying again?" A young boy squatted in front of the little girl with a smile, stretched out his palm and pressed the little girl's head and asked.
"Brother, I don't practice sword practice anymore, that stinky sword bullied me." Wan'er said angrily, wiping her tears.
"How could the sword bully you? It is your most loyal friend. As long as you are nice to it, it will listen to you." The young man picked up the jade sword and said.
Wan'er pouted and said: "Wan'er has been very good to it, wiping it clean every day and putting fragrance on it, but it just doesn't listen to Wan'er and is so angry."
The young man smiled, walked to the grass beside him with the jade sword, and waved it casually. The jade sword flowed gracefully in his hand, like a dragon circling and flying.
"Wan'er, to really be good to it is to understand it, not to smell it." The young man restrained his sword power, handed the jade sword back to the girl, and rubbed her head.
"I don't care, it's annoying anyway. It doesn't listen to Wan'er, but only listens to brother." Wan'er said angrily with her small mouth pouted, but there was a smile in her big eyes.
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In the small courtyard, the young man lay dejectedly by the pool, vomiting continuously, as if he was about to spit out bile.
"Brother, why are you so drunk again?" A girl with big pigtails came out of the house and anxiously ran to the young man's side, trying to help him up.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." The young man muttered unclearly.
"Brother, a temporary failure is nothing. I know you are the best. You will definitely be able to win again. You have to cheer up." The girl helped the young man with a serious look on her face.
However, the young man had fallen to the ground and he was not aware of his situation. He could not be helped up no matter how hard he tried.
The girl pulled it several times, but couldn't pull it up, so she had to run into the house, took a quilt and covered the young man. She sat next to the young man, looked at the stars in the sky and prayed devoutly: "If this world is really true,
God, Wan'er prays that you can help my brother and let him get back on his feet. No matter what you ask Wan'er to pay, Wan'er is willing."
Under the moonlight, the young man lay on the ground, with a tear falling from the corner of his eyes.
"Wan'er..." Guzhu stared at Yujian and moved his lips slightly without making any sound at all, but there were countless complex emotions intertwining and colliding in his eyes.
"I can't fall... I can't just fall here... Even if I die... Even if there is only a wisp of dirty mud-like soul left... I have to go on..." Lone Bamboo's teeth chattered.
, his eyes became more and more determined.
The terrifying demon-like sword flames were condensed in the air. Instead of being cut down, they gradually converged.
"Lone Bamboo seems to be awake a little!" The woman next to Zhentian Palace Master made a surprised voice.
Yun Changkong and other elders were also overjoyed, but it was only a momentary surprise.
The inner demon has been so deeply rooted that if you want to completely suppress it, even a king's state of mind may not be able to do it. It is rare for Lone Bamboo to have a trace of clarity at this time, so how can he suppress the inner demon.
Han Sen looked at Lone Bamboo with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Lone Bamboo actually controlled the inner demon that was about to explode at the last moment and did not sink completely after all.
Lone Bamboo's body was trembling, as if he was experiencing some kind of unspeakable pain, and the terrifying negative emotions and knife intent were slowly returning to his body.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Lone Bamboo forcefully suppressed the demon-like inner demon back into his body, and his whole person looked even more terrifying than the demon.
The princes and nobles of Zhentian Palace were all surprised and delighted. They couldn't imagine how Lone Bamboo did it.
Han Sen also restrained his strength, lowered his jade sword and looked at Lone Bamboo. For a moment, all the aura in the martial arts field was restrained.
Lone Bamboo threw the Ghost Tooth Sword towards Han Sen and said calmly: "I have been promoted to Marquis, so I shouldn't continue to participate in the war. You win this battle."
Han Sen caught the Ghost Tooth Sword and returned the jade sword to Gu Zhu.
Gu Zhu took the jade sword, wiped it gently, and carefully put it back into the scabbard, as if the jade sword was the most expensive treasure in the world.
Looking at Lone Bamboo's leaving figure, Han Sen murmured to himself: "He has an evil spirit sealed in his body, but an angel lives in his heart. He is a strange man."
No one thought that such a thrilling battle would end in this way, but this did not affect their inner excitement at all.
Long after this battle ended, it was still often mentioned. All Zhentian Palace disciples who had seen this battle remembered the two figures, and perhaps they would be unforgettable in this lifetime.