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Text Chapter 322 Guo Xiang Discussing Swords (Seventeen)

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    (Second update)

    Ah Fei cheered loudly and everyone stood up.  The power of the golden ring sword was clearly visible, and A Fei thought that maybe with one more strike, the fig would fall down and avenge him.  Well, it shouldn't be called revenge with an arrow. It would be more accurate to use revenge with a finger or a palm.  After all, Figuo poked Ah Fei with his finger, and was finally slapped away.

    After being hit, the fig took two steps back, shook his body and turned extremely pale.  There was a roar in the audience, because everyone knew that Fig's performance was a sign that a minor injury turned into a serious injury.  Doesn't this mean that the Golden Ring Sword is going to win?

    But to everyone¡¯s surprise, the Golden Ring Sword stabilized and did not attack again. He waited until the excited red color on his face turned indifferent before he raised the sword again.  And with the support of the powerful Shen Zhao Jing, Fig's complexion also improved slightly.  Ah Fei, on the other hand, yelled anxiously and said, "Go up and chop Ya one more time. One more knife will be enough."

    Guo Xiang smiled and said: "No matter how much you call him, he won't hear you. What's more, he probably won't be able to draw the sword so easily now."

    A Fei turned around and glanced at Guo Xiang in surprise. Guo Xiang sighed and said, "You usually seem to be quite shrewd, but this time you are confused and careless. Didn't you see Jin Huandao's face? The unusual red color just now was filled with anger.  The blood is surging and the internal energy is running extremely fast. "

    Ah Fei blinked his eyes for a while before saying: "Qi and blood are surgingso what?"

    Guo Xiang said: "So what? This shows that the Golden Ring Sword seems to have used another method to suddenly accelerate his sword skills, achieving a miraculous effect that ordinary people can't resist. But this method cannot be commonly used. Perhaps, for him  I've been hurt too. I've reminded you many times, but you always turn a blind eye."

    Ah Fei opened his mouth and said, "Is it that exaggerated? I looked at his face before and thought it was the joy of spring breeze and the excitement of defeating a powerful enemy! Is this kung fu is this kung fu disintegrating the demon or transforming into blood and returning to its original form?"

    "Haha, you and Jin Huandao are good friends. Have you ever seen him get carried away?" Guo Xiang's words made A Fei stunned and speechless for a moment.

    At this time, there were countless people on the field cheering for the Golden Ring Knife. From time to time, someone shouted: "One more knife, kill him!"

    "It's just one knife away, Boss Jin!"

    "Let's do it all at once!"

    "Figs have a healing effect, so don't be careless! You will recover after just standing for a while!"

    "Wow, I support figs Oops, who throw me away!"

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    The Shenzhao Sutra is indeed the Shenzhao Sutra. After a while, Figuo regained his composure, but his face was still pale. He wiped the bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth and said, "Let's use the knife!"

    He said this at the beginning of the game, and his tone is just as stubborn now.  But anyone can tell that the phrase "draw the sword" no longer has the arrogance and arrogance it had at that time. After all, in this situation, no one will be arrogant when facing the unpredictable golden ring sword again.  If you continue to be arrogant at this moment, you will lose more than just a little finger.

    Jin Huandao took a deep look at Fig. Fig was seriously injured, but he still looked at Jin Huandao with bulging eyes, and his momentum remained unyielding.  The wounds on his body were horizontal and vertical, ranging from shallow to deep. The shallow ones only broke the skin, but the deep ones were so deep that the bones were visible. The miraculous effect of the Shen Zhao Jing caused him to lose more blood than ever before, but the power of his martial arts was only temporarily lost.  I can't get it back for a moment.

    "It's not easy for you to take this sword!" Jin Huan Dao suddenly said.

    Figuo took a breath and suddenly grinned: "What's the use of talking nonsense at this time? If you have the ability, just kill me with one knife. In comparison, the miserable Ah Fei is more straightforward than you. You Jinhuan  Dao shouldn¡¯t be this kind of person.¡±

    Jin Huandao laughed and said: "Okay, you are a man! You are not just lucky to be able to practice martial arts to this point. Take my sword!"

    He twisted his body, held the knife in both hands and cut into the fig.  Fig's pupils shrank, and his whole body was extremely nervous.  He knew that the Golden Ring Sword had always been wielded with one hand, and he had never seen this two-handed holding of the sword before.  This can only mean one thing. The sword must be earth-shattering when used, just like the sword-drawing technique, which is a sure-killing skill.

    This must be the strongest sword of the Golden Ring Sword.  From the trembling sound of the blade, Fig could tell that all the inner strength of the Golden Ring Sword was concentrated on this one blade. He seemed to be preparing to finish his work in one battle, and the outcome would be determined by one blade.

    Figuo subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the exertion and exhaustion coming from his body made him unable to do anything.  As expected, serious injuries weaken martial arts very much, and even the speed of light kung fu movements is much slower.  If it were changed toBeing healthy, he had the confidence to distance himself within an extreme period of time, and then used his Yang finger to point the long knife in exchange for a glimmer of hope.  But now

    Are you going to fail today?

    This thought flashed through Figuo¡¯s mind.  There was a wry smile on his lips, realizing that he might not be able to escape.  His Yiyang Finger is good at attacking, and the Divine Light Meridian is pure and has a protective effect, but in front of the Golden Ring Sword, these two unique skills are of little use.  These secret skills were supposed to be rare and invincible in the world. Why are they now tied up and unable to exert any power?

    At this moment, he remembered the person he met before the sword discussion in Huashan.  He gave him a unique skill that he had never thought of before, and at the same time, it also left a heavy psychological burden in his heart.

    "If you can't reach the top four, I will take back your martial arts."

    That person appeared like a gust of wind and disappeared like a gust of wind. What was left to Fig was the entanglement of excitement and sadness.  Reaching the top four of Huashan Swordsman?  He had never thought before that with his advanced boxing skills and advanced stick skills from Southern Shaolin, he would not expect to achieve such dazzling results in the Huashan Swordsmanship. He just wanted to know what his status was in the world.  But these three secrets were placed in front of him, and he instantly became a top master.  And the rest of the game was smooth sailing. Except for the miserable A Fei who caused some trouble in the first round, no other players were his opponents.  This smooth journey made his self-confidence extremely inflated. He once thought that the level of players in the world was no more than this.  If he is careful, let alone reaching the semi-finals, even reaching the top of Mount Huashan is not impossible.

    "Yun Zhonglong and Great Sword God are two powerful people, but they have their own advantages and disadvantages when compared with his fig.  It was difficult for other players to pose any threat to him. After the games in the past few days, he felt that apart from those two people, there was no one else worthy of being his opponent.  Oh, there is also a miserable Ah Fei, but even though that guy has some strength, he has already been defeated by his own men.

    But he didn¡¯t expect that when he was about to enter the semi-finals, he encountered a strange opponent called the Golden Ring Sword.  In fact, he should have prepared again, especially after watching the game in which King Lanling forced Yun Zhonglong and injured the Great Sword God with his left sword, he should have realized that none of the top four battles could be easily handled.  But he never expected that the Golden Ring Sword would be so powerful, so powerful that he felt a little desperate.

    Failed, eliminated, his martial arts skills were taken back, and he became the ordinary player he was before Figuo seemed to have his heart tightly grasped by a hand, no!  He let out a silent but fierce cry in his heart, and instead of retreating, he advanced towards the long sword of the Golden Ring Saber.

    Being reduced to an ordinary person is even more uncomfortable than killing him.  He was unwilling to give in, so he had to fight to the death.  At this moment, he had no reservations. He jumped forward with the Tianlong Step. The Shen Zhao Sutra was operating to the extreme, and 100% of his internal energy surged out. His Yiyang Finger pointed desperately on the still weird long knife.  His fingers touched the cold long knife, and he could even feel the air flow generated by the knife sliding in the air. The light of the knife suddenly accelerated as usual and flashed in front of him.

    A sound that sounded like gold but not iron exploded in their hands, the light of the golden ring knife suddenly stopped, and the fig flew out.  The high-speed camera captured Fig. A huge gash was ripped open in his chest and blood spurted out.  After all, he failed to block the blow of the Golden Ring Saber and was knocked away just like everyone imagined.  But he didn't hang up immediately. Instead, he rolled a few times on the ground and hit the edge of the ring before stopping.  The powerful power of the Shen Zhao Sutra maintained his vitality. He struggled to get up. After several attempts, he finally failed to stand. He had to sit helplessly on the ground, looked down at his injury, and let out a long sigh.

    "I lost!"

    He said bitterly, extremely frustrated.  At this moment, he realized that his martial arts was going away from him.  Mastery, glory, it was easy to gain, but it was lost so quickly. It was so cruel that he was not mentally prepared.  Jinhuandao stood in the distance and looked at him with a long knife in his hand, with wonder and regret on his face.

    "Alas, what a pity!" said the Golden Huan Dao.

    "Yeah! What a pity!" Fig said mockingly.

    Jin Huandao shook his head and said: "Congratulations. Being able to defeat A Fei and give you a shot, and there are so many masters who kill to this point, you are really not lucky."
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