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Chapter 435: The World's Number One Swordsman

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    The next day, early morning.

    Zhao Hong and Xu Mengyuan arrived on the sword platform early.

    Along with him, there are three other people, two are swordsmen from the upper three states, both of them are in the late stage of Golden Core, and one is the prince of the Taijian Dynasty, and the strength is also in the late stage of Golden Core.

    In yesterday's competition, Xu Changsheng and Xu Changming were both eliminated because they were both injured.

    After everyone stepped onto the sword platform, Han Xinlin descended from the sky wearing a black robe with his hands behind his back.

    He is in charge of the semi-finals and finals.

    Han Xinlin stood in the middle of the sword arena, glanced at the people around, and said, "There are five semi-finalists, and one has a bye."

    "Two-two duels, winners enter the finals, and those who have a bye can choose a loser to initiate a challenge. If they win, they can enter the finals, and if they lose, they will be ranked fifth."

    After Han Xinlin finished speaking, he flipped his hands and took out five jade pendants.

    "There are five numbers on the jade card. Number 1 and number 2 are fighting, number 3 and number 4, and number 5 has a bye."

    After finishing speaking, Han Xinlin shuffled the order of the five jade tablets and placed them on the magic weapon to avoid anyone from probing with spiritual power.

    Countless people watched the situation on the sword platform, wondering if the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect would become opponents.

    Zhao Hong.  Xu Mengyuan and the others took turns to draw jade tokens, and it was all about luck.

    I don't know if it was luck or God's will, but the opponents Zhao Hong and Xu Mengyuan drew were the two swordsmen from Shangsanzhou.

    And the bye is Prince Taijian.

    Even Han Xinlin was a little surprised, this kind of luck, no one else.

    Xiandaomen and Shangsanzhou are fighting again.

    If he hadn't done anything, he would have suspected that he had done it secretly.

    After drawing the number, Zhao Hong and Xu Mengyuan each went to a sword platform and took out the spirit weapon.

    In the restaurant, Wang Luoli, Gu Xian'er and the others stood on the roof, watching the final competition.

    Elder Ge and Chen Heitan swept the world with a broom.

    The two of them made mistakes, and it was inconvenient for Jiang Beichen to let them go to the practice room to practice, so he let them go to sweep the world.

    Save the two of them free to find something for themselves.

    And after Yang Qianshu was beaten by Jiang Beichen, he became a lot more honest. He didn't bother with anything, and sat quietly in the restaurant every day, drinking and chatting.

    On the sword platform.

    Zhao Hong's opponent is a swordsman with an epee.

    "I'm in a lonely wave, please enlighten me!" The epee swordsman clasped his fists.

    The lone wolf has well-developed tendons, standing opposite Zhao Hong, half a head taller than Zhao Hong.

    And his epee is very big, one foot taller than himself, and one foot wider than him, with a chain on the hilt for easy manipulation.

    "Zhao Hong, be polite!" Zhao Hong also clasped his fists in response.

    Both of them were very polite, and they were not in a hurry to make a move, they were looking at each other.

    Zhao Hong looked at Lonely Lang's epee. If it was swept away, it would probably hurt for a long time.

    Lonely Lang glanced at Zhao Hong's broad sword. If he was hit by a sword, his bones would probably be broken.

    The spirit swords used by the two are quite different, so they can be regarded as sympathetic to each other.

    After all, these days, not many people use alternative spirit swords.

    Xu Mengyuan had already started fighting, but Zhao Hong and Lone Lang were still looking at each other.

    "It won't be another half day, will it?"

    "I can't say for sure, the duel between masters often takes a long time."

    "The Immortal Dao Sect is full of talented people!"

    All the swordsmen stood in the audience discussing in low voices, waiting for the wonderful battle between the two on the stage.

    Zhao Hong slowly clenched the broad sword tightly with both hands, while Lone Lang held the chain with one hand and the hilt of the sword with the other.

    "It's coming, it's coming!"

    Everyone instantly turned their eyes to Zhao Hong and the others, staring closely.

    Zhao Hong raised his head slightly, burst out with a powerful force, and rushed to the front of the lonely wave in the blink of an eye.

    Lone Wave swung his epee.

    Clang!

    I saw the shadow of the sword flashing, the blade was received, and the two of them had finished fighting in an instant.

    Everyone didn't see how Zhao Hong and Lonely Lang made the move, they only saw Zhao Hong move and Lonely Lang wave the epee.

    How much time do you know, Zhao HongStanding straight with the broad sword in his hand, blood flowed from both arms, dripping down the broad sword to the ground.

    "This is, lost?" Some people were puzzled.

    What's the result?

    "You are very good, and I look forward to playing against you again."

    After Lonely Lang finished speaking, he fell straight down, with a crack in his chest, and many bones were broken.

    The battle between the two of them did not last long, but in an instant, a powerful force broke out, and the winner was determined by one move.

    "What happened just now?" Many swordsmen were puzzled, isn't this ending too soon?

    After posing for so long, the breath time is over?

    Co-author, why do you do so much foreplay?

    "Xiandao Sect disciple Zhao Hong, win!" Han Xinlin said.

    Gui Lao jumped down from the restaurant, walked up to Zhao Hong, and checked Zhao Hong's body.

    Spiritual power was exhausted, internal organs were in turmoil, and both arms were broken.

    Gui Lao picked up Zhao Hong and went back to the restaurant.

    "Gui Lao, how is it?" Everyone hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

    "It doesn't matter if you get a little injury, I can't die if I'm here."

    Gui Lao said as he took out the holy spring, connected Zhao Hong's hands, and repaired his damaged internal organs.

    Then, put him next to Lin Xuan and Xu Changsheng, and let the three patients lie together.

    "Yes, I fainted again." Tang Hammer shook his head.

    Elder Jiantian took out the map of the sky, replayed the battle between Zhao Hong and Lonely Lang just now, and slowed down the speed.

    I saw that Zhao Hong held the broad sword in both hands, his speed was extremely fast, the spiritual power in his body exploded completely, and his arms were faintly red.

    And Lonely Wave, when Zhao Hong rushed over, slashed down with both epees in both hands, and collided with Zhao Hong's broad sword.

    And Zhao Hong's broad sword erupted with powerful sword energy and hurt Lonely Lang. Dugu Lang's gravity hit hurt Zhao Hong's internal organs and shattered Zhao Hong's arm.

    Both of them worked hard.

    "It's so ruthless!" After reading it, Elder Jiantian turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hong who had passed out.

    Zhao Hong completely disregarded his body. Once overloaded, his physical body would not be able to bear the damage.

    The disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect are more ruthless than each other.

    Following the end of Zhao Hong's battle, Xu Mengyuan also defeated his opponent with absolute strength.

    With the end of Xu Mengyuan's battle, everyone knew it.

    The number one swordsman in the world is either Zhao Hong or Xu Mengyuan.

    "Prince Taijian, you can choose your opponent!" Han Xinlin looked at Prince Taijian wearing a python robe.

    "Forget it, don't choose anymore, I admit defeat." Prince Taijian smiled wryly.

    He just received an order from his father to give up the competition.

    Give the upper three states some respect.

    Otherwise, if you win the battle, won't you squeeze them out?

    If you win, you may not be able to win the Immortal Gate, so let's just give up.

    "Prince Taijian gives up, and the world's number one swordsman competition will take place in the afternoon." Han Xinlin ordered.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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