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"Azure Wind vs. Zhao Zhong!"

The referee's voice came from the other side, and the swords of the two men were already facing each other, constantly colliding.

Azure Wind observed that the other party was not in a hurry to take action, and asked aloud: "As a sword cultivator, don't you use a sword?"

Zhao Zhong took out a water splash with her left hand and waved it with one hand. A large amount of sea water flowed under her feet, forming a series of water swords, which were crystal clear and looked extremely mysterious.

Azure Feng's face became solemn, and he saw that the other party's method was not just a sword practice, but a combination of swordsmanship and water-bending techniques, forming a perfect balance, which was also called a magic sword.

This method has only appeared in the past thousand years, and can often show stronger combat effectiveness than pure swordsmanship.

There is just one problem. This method is more difficult to improve than simple sword cultivation. There is no swordsman who can master the sword.

There are a total of 360 water swords that can completely block the black sword of Azure Wind, and can attack at the same time.

The offensive continued, causing Azure Wind to feel tremendous pressure.

The blue wind got more and more frightened, and seemed to be in a hurry. He was forced to retreat step by step, and retreated to the corner step by step.

The opponent's attacks were like waves, one after another, leaving him breathless and no room for counterattack.

Azure Wind looked at the hundreds of water swords in the sky and realized that he could not continue like this, otherwise he would definitely lose, so he decided to give it a try.

He created a magic spell, and the flying sword in the sky changed again, turning nine into one, becoming even bigger, covering half of the competition platform.

The huge black sword smashed towards Zhao Zhong, crushing the water swords one after another.

But at the same time, he also completely gave up on defense, and the aura shield around him was penetrated by the water sword.

"You crazy person!"

Zhao Zhong cursed when he saw this and stepped back repeatedly.

Azure Wind didn't want his life, but he still wanted his life. Once he was hit head-on by this huge black sword, he would probably die without a burial place.

Azure Wind's body turned into an afterimage, dodged the water sword, and appeared more than twenty feet away with a penetrating wound on his chest.

Zhao Zhong's retreat also gave him a chance to breathe.

Before the black sword fell, it changed shape again, suddenly became smaller, turned into nine, and slashed from nine different directions.

Zhao Zhong also had to mobilize his water sword to resist from nine different directions. Although he seemed to be passive on the scene, he actually still had a great advantage. His spiritual power was relatively more than that of Azure Wind.

Azure Wind kept changing his position to avoid the incoming water sword. After dodging again and again, he still couldn't dodge. His body was penetrated by the water sword again. Fortunately, his body-protecting spiritual energy had blocked the big attack. Part of the power prevented his heart from being damaged.

"If the fight continues like this, his life may be in danger." Li Luo could see something was wrong, and Azure Wind was trying too hard.

Zhou An, however, stared at the stage with a calm expression: "We may not lose yet. Azure Wind has been accumulating sword power, and there is a chance to turn defeat into victory."

He saw that Wei Nanfeng's swordsmanship had his shadow, but it also fit in with his swordsmanship, crushing the opponent step by step with heavy weight.

"You can surrender easily, but he can't. Everyone has his own beliefs. His swordsmanship has finally improved again. If his beliefs collapse again, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make progress in the future."

Zhou An could see clearly, probably because he was standing at a high place, so he could see clearly.

Finally, the azure wind's sword power gradually accumulated to the highest point, and the sword was full of intent. The big black sword turned into one in the air and slashed straight down, forming an eight-sided diamond-shaped sword field, covering the entire competition platform.

This will be his strongest blow, and this will determine the outcome.

If Zhao Zhong could block it, he would lose.

Zhao Zhong's eyelids kept trembling, feeling the sword field formed by the blue wind, and quickly formed a sword formation with water swords to resist.

"Sword Domain? How is that possible?"

He was a little confused and felt that with Azure Wind's level of swordsmanship, he shouldn't be able to form a sword domain.

There is not much difference between the two of them in swordsmanship. If he is not good at it, Wei Nanfeng should not be good at it either.

Only those who are masters of swordsmanship can display the sword domain. From this time on, sword cultivators have shown unparalleled combat power. It is no problem for monks of the same level to fight one against two or one against three.

The spiritual energy vibrated, and clear sword marks appeared on the arena, one of which was more than ten meters long.

Zhao Zhong was knocked out and fell to the ground covered in blood, motionless.

Azure Wind was half squatting, also covered in blood. There were four or five blood holes on his body that had been penetrated by water swords.

In the end, it was a narrow victory.

"The blue wind wins!"

The result was already clear, the referee shouted!

The monks from Nanhai Prefecture looked very ugly.

The result was unexpected. They thought that with Zhao Zhong's strength, they could easily defeat Wei Lanfeng, but in the end they lost.

Before, they learned that Zhou An was probably very strong, and the difference between victory and defeat during the transformation stage was often a hair-line difference.

If they don't have an advantage up front, their chances of winning in the end may not be great.

Zhou An looked back. Shouted: "What are you still doing? It's your turn to play."

Li Luo held the wooden stick in her mouth and said vaguely: "I'm wondering whether to surrender. Anyway, you are so powerful."

Zhou An said calmly: "It's up to you, you can vote if you want."

Seeing what Zhou An said, Li Luo stretched out: "Forget it, let's go up and do some exercise. It's impossible not to make a move in a competition for immortals."

She has not really made a move until now. In the first round of the battle, all the opponents surrendered. In the second round, she also surrendered when facing the Transformer monk.

"You also know." Zhou An complained.

Li Luo lazily walked onto the ring. The monk from Nanhai State had been waiting on it for a long time. He was a monk in brown robes with an unshaven beard and looked a bit decadent.

"I didn't expect that I really waited for you. It seems that even if I win, I won't be able to win." Hai Xiu said to himself.

Li Luo also asked curiously: "Oh, why do you say that?"

The monk from Hainan Province grinned: "You are too young. I am now one hundred and ninety years old. There is no difference between bullying you and bullying a child."

Li Luo took off the wooden stick from her mouth, sneered, and said, "Are you relying on your old age to show off your old age? If you are really scared, I can let it go."

The monk from Nanhai Prefecture said meaningfully: "You must be the abandoned daughter of the Sanyan family. Maybe you have no memory. We met a long time ago, when you were only so young."

He gestured with his hands.

Li Luo frowned: "What do you want to express?"

The monk from Nanhai State continued: "I am your father's friend, and he still remembered you before he died."

Li Luo said nonchalantly: "We have nothing to do with each other a long time ago. You don't need to say anything else. Everything I got today has nothing to do with them."

Like Cheng Jin, he was born into a family of cultivators, but they were not in Qingzhou, but in Nanhai Prefecture. Their family was famous for its water control. Their ancestors even had a great cultivator, but he gradually declined.

However, this does not hinder their family's status in the South China Sea.

She was born into the Sanyan family, but she didn't have water spirit roots. She was also a girl, so you can imagine her situation.

To this day, she still remembers her father's cold eyes staring at him and saying coldly: "Don't be so slovenly. Let your mother teach you how to dress up tomorrow. Your marriage has been decided. I am about the same age as you." , but the foundation has been laid, and it is a good seedling."

After saying these words, his father turned and left.

From then on, she understood that to the family, she was just a commodity and a pawn.

One month before her wedding, she ran away from her family, fled Nanhaizhou, walked all the way south, and finally came to Qingzhou.

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