Yan Buhui's face became paler due to excessive blood loss. He was half-kneeling on the ground, obviously losing his fighting ability.
"Admit defeat," Xu Ren stepped forward and kicked Yan Buhui down.
Yan Buhui's body hit the iron chain next to him heavily, and the two long swords in his hands fell down at the same time.
Xu Ren stepped forward, stepped on Yan Buhui's sword, and then bent down to pick up his own sword.
It is not allowed to hurt the opponent's life in the outer sect competition, although there is uncertainty in the competition and there will be mistakes occasionally.
But in the current situation, Yan Buhui no longer has the strength to resist, so Xu Ren naturally can't kill him.
What's more, there are elders from the outer sect supervising next to him.
Seeing his long sword being stepped on by Xu Ren, Yan Buhui's eyes turned red, and he didn't know where he got the strength to rush towards Xu Ren.
Xu Ren was startled by the opponent's posture and subconsciously took two steps back.
Yan Buhui picked up his long sword and gently wiped the footprints on the sword body.
"What is this guy doing?" The disciples below whispered, seemingly not understanding what he was doing.
For Yan Buhui, there is one person and one thing in his life that he cannot live up to.
One person is his mother, and he does not allow anyone to slander her.
His mother fell ill and died of illness when he was young. In fact, it was not a serious illness. For a big family like the Huang family, it could be cured with just one pill.
But those people just acquiesced and didn't care. At that time, he was only seven years old and saw his mother leave like this.
At that time, he vowed to become a master and destroy the entire Huang family to seek justice for his mother.
As for the one thing, it is his sword. After his mother passed away, this sword became his only reliance.
He has no friends, and he doesn't need those bullshit family ties. The only thing that accompanies him is this sword.
This sword is not only like a brother and a good friend, but every time he holds the hilt, he is filled with infinite hope and confidence.
That is his own power.
But now, this sword is stepped on by others.
The blood on his body was still flowing, and even the whole sword was covered in blood.
The blood-red color looked shocking. Yan Buhui could clearly feel that his head was dizzy and his vision was getting blurry.
Yan Buhui slowly lay down on the competition stage, his ears were ringing, and the surrounding sounds began to become noisy.
"Nothing more, rubbish, trash," he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the disdainful comments of those around him.
Yan Buhui could feel the emotion of his sword with the mournful cry of the long sword.
When he was very young, he could feel the emotions of his sword. When he grew up, he realized that he had inadvertently activated the spirituality of the weapon.
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My vision is getting blurry and my eyelids are getting heavier.
Yan Buhui just looked at the mournful sword so calmly, he could feel the passing of his life force.
He suddenly remembered a lot. From the first day he got this sword, he couldn't put it down.
Especially after his mother left, he slept with his sword in his arms every day, almost never leaving his body.
They have been together for countless years,
I also spent countless days and nights,
We once looked at the moon together, laughed together, and grew up together,
He also poured out all his feelings to Jian.
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"Hundan, he is not a cold-blooded weapon, but my good brother. How can he be stepped on by others!"
A relieved smile appeared on Yan Buhui's lips, and he remembered the days when the long nights were long and the only companion was the sword.
Suddenly, a flash of light seemed to hit his mind from the back of his spine, and he was stunned.
"What exactly is a sword?"
Thunder exploded in his heart, and Yan Buhui's mind went blank. He had never been so clear at this moment in his life.
The vision in front of him seemed to have turned into a sky full of gray mist, the rumbling sound in his ears was endless, and the light of the sword intertwined countless lines in his mind.
"I have ridden on the wind and climbed into the sky,
Carrying the three-foot Longquan Sword in hand!"
In the outside world, the long sword began to tremble slightly, and wisps of sword energy filled his body.
When the sword energy entangled, thunder exploded, and the fog dispersed, Yan Buhui slowly stood up.
Everything in the world has its own momentum, whether it is flowers, plants, trees, or heroes.
The sword also has its own sword power. When the power condensed together and the vision in front of him became clearer than ever before, Yan Buhui seemed to see something different.
"meaning,
That is the intention of the sword."
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"Is this over?" The disciples below whispered.
"The newcomer doesn't know how high the sky is and how high he is. His determination to kill him shows him that this outer gate is not a place where he can be as arrogant as he wants."
"Dare to challenge Senior Brother Xu Ren? I thought he was very capable."
"It's unremarkable. I've already expected this ending."
Seeing Yan Buhui's dead dog-like appearance, Xu Ren secretly shook his head and was about to kick him off the martial arts platform to end the competition.
The gap in realm is not so easy to overcome. He was also a genius when he was young. When he first entered the Holy Sect, he showed his sharpness.
But the most indispensable thing in the world is genius. A truly strong person must have a heart of awe, and the one who can make it to the end is the real winner.
At this moment, a sword energy was seen striking Xu Ren.
Xu Ren was stunned. He turned to one side, slightly avoiding the attack of the sword energy, and looked forward.
I saw countless scalp-numbing sword energy entwining around Yan Buhui, and the young man who was already dying actually picked up the long sword and struggled to stand up.
Yan Buhui only felt that he had the heroic ambition to eliminate demons in the world.
His pupils shrank, a cold air was sucked from the back of his spine into the back of his head, and the aura exploded like fireworks in his thoughts.
The force of the sword was dissipated, and the seeds of contentment were planted in his heart. His aura became stronger and stronger, and he had the aura of a storm about to come.
The long sword hummed happily in his hand, and countless sword energy seemed to envelope the entire competition arena like an overwhelming force. He opened his eyes slightly, and endless sword energy was refined and burst out.
"This, this is?" Xu Ren's expression changed, and he subconsciously took two steps back, looking at the endless sword energy floating in the sky.
Yan Buhui slowly waved his long sword, and countless sword energy seemed to have found its outlet, and all flew towards Xu Ren.
Xu Ren looked at the scene where the competition arena was full, like a sword prison. He knew that he could not avoid it, so he quickly raised his sword to meet them.
There was a "clang" sound, and sparks flew from the long sword. Xu Ren felt his hands were numb from the shock.
His face was horrified, and cold sweat was pouring from his forehead. It was obvious that there were several small realms of difference between the two of them, but it was just a sword energy that he could barely accept.
