After Jiang Han was killed by Zhou Meng with a sword, the sword discussion entered the second round.
Then I saw disciples from Shenjian Academy and Xijian Academy coming on stage one after another. They still clicked until the end, and they still stopped when they saw the situation!
"Sixth round! Shujianyuan! Come on!"
Amidst the mocking eyes, Jian Xingyun took a deep breath, his eyes full of anger and hatred, stood up suddenly, and stepped onto the ring in one leap!
After taking the stage, he picked up the scorched dagger on the ground, raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Meng, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Since his Shujian Academy can no longer escape its destined fate, why should he care about the overall situation and victory or defeat?
At this moment, he secretly decided that he would kill him just as the other party killed Jiang Han!
Seeing Jian Xingyun come on stage, Zhou Meng and the heads of the three courtyards all showed smiles as if their plan had succeeded.
"Tsk tsk... This is the second round of sword debate! The senior brother of Shujian Academy actually took action in person! Tsk tsk... The senior senior brother of the first academy came to deal with me, a half-step swordsman! I didn't expect that Shujian Academy would actually
It’s so shameless, but it doesn’t matter! I lost to you, but it’s not a shame! I admit defeat!”
After leaving some humiliating words, Zhou Meng took back his heavy sword and stepped into the air.
Give up?
At that moment, Jian Xingyun's pupils shrank and he froze on the spot.
He hasn't avenged his junior brother, but the other party has admitted defeat?
This feeling was like a punch that was fully charged but missed, causing Jian Xingyun's already collapsed psychology to further collapse!
After being stunned for a moment, he saw his eyes were blood red.
"Don't leave! Pay for the life of my seventh junior brother!"
After roaring, Jian Xingyun suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Zhou Meng with one strike!
Although Zhou Meng was powerful, he was only a half-step sword immortal. Under the sword of the sword immortal, he suddenly looked dim.
However, although he was aware of the gap between him and Jian Xingyun, when faced with this shocking sword, he remained unhurried, did not dodge, and even showed a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth!
"snort!"
Sure enough, as soon as Jian Xingyun's sharp sword came out, he heard a cold snort from Tie Rulong, the master of the Sword Forging Academy.
At the same time, with a stroke of the sword,
A ray of sword energy hit Jian Xingyun directly, and easily knocked his body back to the ring, vomiting blood, and was in a state of embarrassment!
"Thank you Master!"
Tie Rulong looked down at Jian Xingyun.
"Hmph! My disciple has already admitted defeat, but you still want to drive him away? Don't you regret that you don't know how to teach your disciples?"
"Haha! Back then, the master of the Sword Cleansing Academy was a rooster and a dog thief. His upper beam was not straight and his lower beam was crooked!"
"It's okay to be scolded when you lose. People who admit defeat still want to kill them all. Such people are simply the scum of sword cultivators!"
"..."
Faced with everyone's accusations and even mentioning what happened back then, Jian Xingyun just clenched his fists, anger almost overflowing from his eyes!
His junior brother gave up and killed everyone. It was his fault to save others!
Now that the other party has admitted defeat, it is also his fault that he is unwilling to let the other party leave!
It was as if everyone was standing on the opposite side of Shujianyuan and bullying them.
At the end of the day!
Or the strength of his Shujian Academy is too weak!
So weak that these people can blatantly set double standards!
this moment.
Despair! Reluctance! Grief... Countless thoughts were mixed in his mind, so much so that he had inner demons, and even thought of dying with these people!
"Sixth round! Shujianyuan wins. In the seventh round, Shujianyuan defends the ring. The challenger, Shenjianyuan, comes on!"
Wan Zhiqiu looked at Jian Xingyun on the field, and immediately winked at the sword-browed young man beside him. The latter understood, stood up with his hands behind his back, and landed in the center of the ring with great ease.
"hiss……"
When this person came on the court, there was a sudden intake of breath.
"The third seat in Shenjian Academy! Yan Xun!"
"Although he ranks third, his strength is not much weaker than the chief of Shenjian Academy.
Too little!"
"Although Jian Xingyun is the eldest disciple of Shujian Academy, so far he has not reached the sixth level of the Yuan Shen Realm! But Yan Xun is at the seventh level of the Yuan Shen Realm, and Jian Xingyun is still injured. This game... wins
The fate has been decided..."
Seeing Jian Xingyun, who had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and looked like a bereaved dog, Yan Xun raised his sword eyebrows slightly: "You are also the chief of the first academy. Even if the Shujian Academy is really banned, your situation will not necessarily be worse than now.
Why bother to support it?"
Jian Xingyun's face was full of determination: "I want to abolish the Book and Sword Academy! Unless I die..."
"Alas..." Yan Xunmao sighed like a mouse: "You are a genius, why are you seeking death... Since you have already made up your mind to die, I won't say more! Go and die!"
When the words fall, the sword comes out!
Jian Xingyun's pupils trembled, and he realized that Yan Xun's sword had arrived in front of him as he spoke.
He immediately cheered up and retreated.
However, Yan Xun's speed was far beyond his reach.
"Ping!" .??.
Seeing that he could not avoid it, Jian Xingyun immediately waved his sword and fought with Yan Xun.
These two are both in the realm of sword immortals!
The remaining power of the battle is certainly not small.
In the eyes of some Hedao realm disciples, they can only see two groups of sword lights constantly entangled and colliding in the air. They don't know why, and they don't know why. They are confused almost the whole time and can only watch blankly.
The gods fight.
However, the faces of the half-step sword immortals in the Shujian Academy became more and more solemn.
Although Jian Xingyun was not weak, he was injured by two Tribulation Stage attacks one after another, and the accumulated internal injuries were already considerable.
In addition, Yan Xun had the advantage in cultivation, so the two of them only managed a hundred moves, and Jian Xingyun showed his decline.
"No! Senior brother is no match for Yan Xun!"
The words just fell!
"laugh!"
A ray of sword energy passed by, and Jian Xingyun's chest was hit by a ray of sword energy. The blood quickly penetrated into his white shirt.
But not waiting for him to deal with the wound
, Yan Xun’s second sword has struck again!
"laugh!"
"laugh!"
Two muffled sounds were heard almost at the same time, and a line of blood appeared on Jian Xingyun's arms.
"ah!"
Seeing this scene, Lian Qing's anxious eyes were already covered with mist: "Senior Brother... No! Come back soon! Stop fighting... Stop fighting!"
"You can't call him back! He has already made up his mind to die. Even if he dies in the ring, he won't back down..." At this time, Feng Wuchen said in a deep voice.
Lian Qing bit her lips, her eyes full of complaints: "Even now! You are still here making sarcastic remarks! You are also a swordsman! Go and help him... Why should he have to bear it alone! Why?"
But before Feng Wuchen could reply, Lianyu's face was full of sadness and said: "Qing'er... don't be like this! Junior Brother Feng has only been back to Shujian Academy for a few months, and he has no obligation to go to Shujian Academy in the first place.
And work hard! This is the choice of senior brother, no wonder others..."
The words end here.
On the stage, Jian Xingyun had already resisted Yan Xun's dozen swords.
A stern look flashed in Yan Xun's eyes: "Humph! Do you really not admit defeat? Haha... Then go die!"
After saying that, he stabbed Jian Xingyun in the throat with his sword!
At this point in the battle, it was obvious that Jian Xingyun had reached his limit. The overdraft in his heart and the scars all over his body had left him with no strength to even dodge.
At this moment, he could only watch in despair as the sword fell slowly.
"Is that the end of it...that's all..."
"Big Brother!"
Seeing that Yan Xun's sword had reached Jian Xingyun's throat, the hearts of everyone in the Shujian Academy were already hanging in their throats. Suddenly, an unknown sword intention suddenly erupted from the latter's body!
"Whoa!"
The power of that sword was such that even Yan Xun had to change his expression to avoid its sharp edge.
Chapter completed!