All twelve goalkeepers have been eliminated, and now only Feng Huo Liancheng is left on the field.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Feng Huo Liancheng galloped away on horseback in advance.

He ran towards Tianmentun, followed closely by Chu Zhaonan.

Chu Zhaonan held the Youlong Sword in his hand and cautiously entered the hall.

Fenghuo Liancheng sat on the bed, holding the ghost-headed sword in his hand.

Chu Zhaonan clenched the Youlong Sword, looked around, and said coldly: "Where is she?"

"who?"

Fenghuo Liancheng was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face.

"Oh, that woman...she is not Luzhu, she is mine."

Fenghuo Liancheng showed a ferocious smile: "If you want to know where she is, defeat me first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward with the ghost-headed sword in hand.

"Kengkengkeng!" The Ghost Head Sword and the Youlong Sword intersected, making a crisp collision sound.

Feng Huo Liancheng's Ghost Head Sword is also a sharp weapon, but it is still inferior to the Wandering Dragon Sword.

However, his strength was extremely strong, and he drank the God of War wine, which allowed him to overcome skill with strength. Although Chu Zhaonan's swordsmanship was sharp, it was still half as weak.

Feng Huo Liancheng's moves have only one characteristic, that is, they are fierce and domineering. He wields the ghost-headed sword and slashes at the Youlong sword seven or eight times, causing both sides to feel numb.

Chu Zhaonan stood ready, holding the Youlong Sword behind his back, and secretly let go. This Fenghuo Liancheng was really too tough.

Suddenly, he turned the Dragon Sword around and heard a crisp sword sound, like a bell shaking.

"As soon as the wandering dragon appears, all swords will surrender."

The many iron flags in the hall were trembling, as if they were attracted by the Wandering Dragon Sword.

Fenghuo Liancheng clenched the ghost-headed sword in his hand and said with a ferocious smile: "Can you do it?"

The two clashed again for the second time. This time, Fenghuo Liancheng could clearly feel the power of the Wandering Dragon Sword. The ghost-headed sword in his hand was actually attracted by the Wandering Dragon Sword, and gradually changed its original direction.

Although this difference is only a slight difference, it greatly affects the execution of his moves.

"It's a good sword!" Fenghuo Liancheng smiled, and his moves suddenly changed. During the confrontation, he actually took hold of the blade of the Wandering Dragon Sword.

This was something Chu Zhaonan never expected. He tried hard, but the sword remained unmoved.

Feng Huo Liancheng smiled ferociously and said: "I should have known that the reason why this Dragon Sword can restrain the world's weapons is actually because its material is a magnet, so my silk gloves are just right to deal with you!"

Chu Zhaonan looked at his palm and saw that it was indeed wrapped with a thin layer of something. He had also heard of silk today. It was an extremely special thing on the Tianshan Mountains. It seemed very thin, but it was an invulnerable treasure.

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As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Huo Liancheng exerted all his strength and slashed at Chu Zhaonan with the ghost-headed sword.

If Chu Zhaonan refused to let go of the sword, his neck would be cut off by this sword.

He decisively let go, turned around and jumped to the side.

Fenghuo Liancheng holds a ghost-headed sword in one hand and a wandering dragon sword in the other.

He smiled and said: "If you can't even hold a sword steady, what kind of swordsman are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword and slashed at Chu Zhaonan.

Chu Zhaonan hid backwards, but Fenghuoliancheng was moving very fast. Just as the Wandering Dragon Sword was about to bite its owner's blood, another sword appeared.

Yang Yucong held the Qinggan sword and blocked the fatal blow.

The Qinggan Sword is the only sword that cannot be cut by the Wandering Dragon Sword. In fact, it has not been fully refined, otherwise it would still be above the Wandering Dragon.

Master Huiming seemed to have expected that the owner of the Wandering Dragon Sword had not yet achieved enlightenment, so he used the Qinggan Sword to restrain it.

If Chu Zhaonan truly understood the way of a swordsman, there would be no problem of restraint in the Wandering Dragon Sword. It would be mutual generation and mutual restraint.

"Let me do it!" Chu Zhaonan said coldly. Yang Yuncong nodded and handed the Qinggan Sword to him.

Chu Zhaonan took the Qinggan Sword and started fighting with Fenghuo Liancheng.

The battle between the two was full of dangers. They used swords and swords at the same time, but the Ghost Head Sword could not withstand several collisions and was directly broken by the Qinggan Sword.

Fenghuo Liancheng held the Youlong Sword with both hands, but he didn't know how to control the sword.

He collided with the Qinggan sword, which made his mouth numb. He used the sword as a knife, which was really a waste of natural resources.

Under the entanglement of Qinggan Youlong, the magnetism became stronger and stronger, and in the end they were connected together and could not be separated.

Seeing this, Fenghuo Liancheng punched Chu Zhaonan in the chest. This was inevitable.

Chu Zhaonan also slapped him on the body, and both of them were injured.

Feng Huo Liancheng raised the Dragon Sword to strike, but suddenly felt his hand heavy. He turned around and saw that the Dragon Sword had sucked a large piece of iron.

When he was surprised, Chu Zhaonan took the opportunity to kick Fenghuo Liancheng and staggered him.

Chu Zhaonan grabbed the Wandering Dragon Sword, rotated the blade, and pointed it at Fenghuo Liancheng's armor. The Wandering Dragon Sword was like a drill, directly breaking through his armor and nailing him to the wall.

Fenghuo Liancheng knelt on the ground and let out a miserable laugh. He covered his abdomen, where blood was gurgling.

"You're done." Chu Zhaonan said coldly.

Fenghuo Liancheng laughed miserably and said: "As soon as the dragon appears, Wanjian surrenders, so that's what it is... Do you think it's over like this? Haha..."

Before he could finish laughing, he died and fell to the ground.

Chu Zhaonan and Yang Yuncong looked at each other, and Chu Zhaonan asked: "How is it? Are you okay over there?"

Yang Yuncong nodded, "Everything is solved."

"Yeah." Chu Zhaonan suddenly remembered something and rushed out in a hurry, "I'm looking for someone here."

Yang Yuncong knew that he was going to find that woman, that Korean woman.

Chu Zhaonan searched every corner, but couldn't see any sign of Lu Zhu.

He was so anxious that this woman was something he would never forget the first time he saw her.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a scream caught his attention.

Chu Zhaonan looked up and saw Lu Zhu lying on the top of the main hall, the highest point of Tianmen Tun, and beside her, there was a boy.

The boy was holding a sword on his back and sitting there quietly, looking down at him.

"It's him!"

Chu Zhaonan's heart trembled. This boy was exactly the one with extraordinary swordsmanship that he had encountered before.

Chu Zhaonan turned over and jumped into the air, reaching the top.

He asked in Korean dialect: "Are you okay?"

Lu Zhu shook her head, "I'm fine."

Chu Zhaonan looked at Ping An again and said coldly: "If you have any questions for me, don't make things difficult for this woman."

Chu Zhaonan knew that his sword was very fast, and the sword he put aside at this moment could be unsheathed and take away Lu Zhu's life at any time.

Peace is waiting for him, or to be precise, waiting for them.

He smiled slightly and said, "You alone can't stop my sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden-red ancient sword in his hand was thrust out.

"Clang"

After just one round, Chu Zhaonan was knocked down.
Chapter completed!