Facing Gao Xiaoguo's fatal punch that he learned from the Nine Yang Magic, Chen Xinzhu also counterattacked with the first sword of the Dugu Nine Swords.
Zizzi!!
The Zixu Sword was rubbed by the air, causing violent sparks. The next moment, Chen Xinzhu and the Zixu Sword in his hand instantly turned into a dazzling purple light, and instantly met Gao Xiaoguo's red "sun" at a speed far exceeding lightning.
Boom——!!
Amidst the loud noise, the competition arena instantly burst out with extremely dazzling light.
Red and purple, each occupying half of the sky, beautiful and extremely dazzling.
The next moment——
Bang!
The sky filled with light exploded instantly, and at this moment, everyone present lost their vision of the battlefield.
Including Ji Tianhan, Kong Tianhe and others, no one under the Grand Master can see through this moment of light.
On the top of the mountain, the old monk clasped his hands together and chanted the name of Buddha.
"Amitabha, I... admire this will."
Soon, the bright light on the battlefield slowly dissipated, and two figures faintly appeared in front of everyone again.
Seeing this scene——
--Who's winning?
At this moment, this question appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.
In this anxious and shocking decisive battle, who won the final victory?
…
Soon, the strong light finally dissipated, and everyone present could see the scene on the battlefield clearly for the first time.
"This, this is-!"
"This is really unexpected!"
In the center of the battlefield, Gao Xiaoguo stood there without any injuries.
Opposite her, Chen Xinzhu's handsome purple robe had almost turned into a tattered red robe. His body and robe were all covered with his own blood.
At that moment, although Chen Xinzhu understood the first sword of Dugu Nine Swords that belonged to him, his physical condition was already exhausted.
In order to swing this sword, he really used all his remaining strength.
At that moment, every pore on his body was oozing blood crazily.
Not to mention the seven orifices, bright red blood was flowing out all the time.
Swinging this sword forcefully killed half of his life.
but--
It's all worth it!
…
Glancing at the Zixu Sword resting on his neck, Gao Xiaoguo looked at Chen Xinzhu, who looked extremely miserable in front of him, and smiled sweetly.
"I lost."
After hearing this, Master Xuan Ning came to his senses and quickly announced the final winner loudly.
"The final battle of the rankings ends here——!
In this thrilling and fierce fight, after both sides fought with all their strength, the one who finally won the first place on the list was...
The first true successor of the Huashan Sect from Qinzhou, Chen Xinzhu, Chen Shaoxia, who is only seventeen years old——!!"
In an instant, the entire audience erupted in cheers and cheers.
Before the final results came out, everyone was a little worried and anxious. After the results came out, everyone finally relaxed.
At this moment, even though they were just watching the battle, everyone was extremely satisfied.
"It's really great. I didn't expect Chen Shaoxia to actually win!"
"It's really surprising. At that moment, I thought Fairy Gao would definitely win."
"It's a pity that Gao Xianzi lost. She is really strong. Although Chen Shaoxia won this battle, Chen Shaoxia's injuries were much more serious than Gao Xianzi's."
Looking at the two people in the center of the battlefield, some people felt sorry for Gao Xiaoguo.
However, as soon as his words came out, he aroused everyone's rebuttal.
"You can't say that, right? If Chen Shaoxia didn't hold back on that last sword blow, I'm afraid Gao Xianzi himself would have lost his life, and there's no point in talking about whether he's strong or not."
"Yes, Gao Xianzi is indeed powerful, but it is obvious that Chen Shaoxia is even stronger!"
"Does this need to be said? Whoever wins the first place in the ranking will naturally be stronger! So, there is no doubt that, at least for now, Chen Shaoxia is stronger!"
Yes, although most people thought Gao Xiaoguo was stronger before this, and few were optimistic about Chen Xinzhu, but...
When the results came out, they also recognized the results.
In the arena, who is stronger and who is weaker will naturally be known through competition, and words are not enough to convince people.
Who is strong and who is weak does not depend on who has a high level or who is famous.
What it sees is the result of a deadly battle with real swords.
Since Chen Xinzhu won this battle, even if he looked extremely miserable, he could not hide the fact that he was the strongest.
No doubt about it!
Competing for the top spot——
——He is the strongest!
…
After hearing the final result, Yang Jianzhang and other Huashan disciples were extremely happy.
Number one on the list belongs to their Huashan sect.
At this moment, everyone felt a little proud.
As Huashan disciples, they are proud of the glory Chen Xinzhu has achieved, proud of the Huashan sect for cultivating outstanding disciples like Chen Xinzhu, and proud of their own status as Huashan disciples.
This is the glory of the sect and the bond of the sect.
Seeing Chen Xinzhu standing in the center of the battlefield, Xue Jiang couldn't help but clenched his hands happily.
"Sure enough, Senior Brother Chen——is the strongest!"
On the other side, the expressions of everyone in the Ming Cult were a bit complicated.
Before that, they all concluded that the number one on the list would definitely belong to Mingjiao.
However, what they didn't expect was that the young saint who astonished the entire Ming Cult actually lost in a battle between her peers...
At this moment, they both felt sorry for Gao Xiaoguo and also felt sorry for Mingjiao's loss of this honor.
What a pity.
They sighed in their hearts.
However, there are some people who think differently.
Seeing Gao Xiaoguo intact on the competition field, Ziyue, Li Yi and others finally let go of the worries they had been holding on to.
"That's great, little junior sister is fine."
Although it was a bit regretful to miss out on the first place in the list, in their hearts, the most important thing is that the little junior sister is fine.
…
"Very good!"
On the other side, Kong Tianhe, who started to feel nervous halfway through, finally felt relieved.
Like Ziyue and others, what Kong Tianhe cares most about is not the outcome of this battle. What he cares most about is Chen Xinzhu's martial arts advancement.
Now, Chen Xinzhu has successfully comprehended a hint of the realm of swordsmanship, which at least allows the Huashan Sect to no longer have to worry about the fault of the powerful master.
In thirty years at most, their Huashan Sect will usher in a new world grandmaster.
In this way, the inheritance of Huashan Sect can be considered stable.
Thinking of this, Kong Tianhe felt happy and suddenly felt his body relaxed a lot.
At this moment, the sword energy in his Dantian also fluctuated slightly, and it seemed to be a little different.
…
A corner of the basin.
Looking at the young figures of Chen Xinzhu and Gao Xiaoguo on the battlefield, the middle-aged man in blue shirt from the Murong family laughed softly.
He turned to look at Ji Tianhan who was standing aside, and said softly: "I don't know why, but I'm feeling a little excited right now. I guess Mr. Ji is the same, right?"