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The elder of the battle hall attacked Xitong, but a sword in the oblique stab cut it over. The elder of the battle hall had to stop and settle the enemy around him first.

Su Yuxuan's lips were tight, her eyes were narrowed, her spirits were highly concentrated, and all her strength was gathered in the sword, condensed on the blade.

"Cut Iron!"

"Cut Iron!"

The two men shouted the word at the same time, but after shouting, Su Yuxuan's expression remained unchanged, and the elder of the battle hall distracted involuntarily.

想到 He thought to himself: Why does the opponent also cut the iron sword? Is it a bluff? No, she must be relying on such a face.

The masters tried to move. The slightest difference was life and death. The Elder of the Battle Hall was distracted. When he came to his senses, the two swords had already touched together.

There is no 铿 ming with the collision of gold and iron, some, just the edge of the blade across the cloth is smooth and smooth.

This feeling is familiar, but with a touch of strangeness.

Uh ...

As if something had been inserted into the body, the elder of the battle hall just felt a trembling, the whole person was like a kite with a broken line, shaking and fluttering.

With the bang, he finally understood what the slightest strange feeling was.

He looked at the broken sword on the ground, his eyes widened incredibly.

"I actually ... lost ..."

I was shamefully lost in the sword skills I was best at.

噗通 ...

The elder of the Battle Hall knelt down on the ground, and then his body was smoothly divided into two sections. The incision seemed to be a mirror, and the sharp sword gas condensed without dispersing. The wound was sealed, and no drop of blood was spilled.

Ten breaths!

Twenty breaths!

Thirty breaths!

Just like the replay of the fixed frame, the blood of the elder of the battle hall was splattered, and many disciples of cutting iron swords finally remembered breathing.

Jianqi Qi remains at thirty, this is a pervert!

Everyone looked at Su Yuxuan with respect and a small worship.

Just like the sword flower that mortals pursue, the more sword flowers that can be pulled out in one breath, the better the sword art.

Jian Qi must not only be long, but also lasting and strong!

Therefore, the powerful sword qi must be condensed and not dispersed.

It is like the sword qi left before the sky fell from the top of Jianshan Mountain. After endless years, it is still immortal, attracting countless powerful people to observe and worship.

Jian Su Yuxuan's sword qi maintained only thirty breaths, but as far as the Iron Sword Sect is concerned, it is already a master of the master.

Elder Zhan Zhantang is the No. 1 master of the Iron Sword Sect, but his best result is twenty-seven.

The most important thing is that the elders in the battle hall have been unable to enter, and Su Yuxuan is still young, and has great potential in the future.

Howling ...

A few disciples who cut iron swords sent their disciples down on their knees sincerely, a few blinks of effort, none of the disciples brought by the elders of the battle hall were standing.

He is not their ingratitude, nor is they cowardly, but Jianshan has always been so.

The essence of the Sheshanmen challenge is survival of the fittest, weak meat and strong food, either to fight with the sword and defend the division, or to submit to the knees, follow the strong, or leave sadly.

The strength of the two sides is too disparate. It is simply crushing. There is no chance of winning at this level of strong. Defending the division is simply a joke.

人 No one wants to die, they still have to take the useful body to climb the extreme of Kendo.

The good birds flock to the woods and follow the footsteps of the strong, the greater the chance of success.

Therefore, no one remembers the Iron Sword Sword Sect, and even they will be willing to be a horse **** and win the Iron Sword Sect for the new head.

Xi Xitong applauded.

不错 "Yes! One person, one sword, subduing a gang, you are barely eligible to be included in my door wall."

Su Suxuan immediately knelt down in excitement, "Thank you, Master!"

The disciples of the Tiejian Sword who had just surrendered immediately shouted in unison: "Have met the ancestors!"

Xi Tong was still a bit uncomfortable when there were more than ten apprentices at once, but seeing the fanatic eyes of the apprentices, Xi Tong felt a dark heart.

Yeah!

This is all green leeks. As long as you give them swordsmanship so that they can continue to improve and break through, the power of faith is not rolling.

Most importantly, this is the power of faith in the Kendo world. It is of great help in deducing the power and rules of swords. The flash of various auras is far more efficient than the power of faith in the world of Qing Dynasty.

As a result, Xi Tong flicked his fingers, the sword gas blasted, and the captives on the ground were cut off.

"Strike! Cut the Iron Sword Pie!"

Since it is the challenge of Shanmen, there is nothing to be polite to. At this time, the elders of the battlefield are at the peak of their morale, and they can win the battle with the iron sword faction.

"喏!"

Shilipo is no more than a hundred miles away from the Iron Sword Sect, but it sounds very long, but for a group of masters who have a light body to lift and glide, it is no different from going for a walk.

A group of people hurried and rushed out, headed by Su Yuxuan and Sister Su Yuang, followed by more than 100 apprentices who had just surrendered.

As for Xitong ...

Such trivial matters also need to be masters?

After cutting the iron sword to send to the gate of the mountain, the welcome disciples saw a group of fellow students coming back, and were immediately overjoyed.

"Squat ants, catch it! The battle hall is really mighty!"

"Why, why don't you see Elder Zhantang? Didn't they rescue Brother No. 2? Brother No. 2?"

A few disciples finally found unusual places.

But when Wu Bai, a disciple of hundreds of battle halls, appeared, their hands on the hilt of the sword quietly moved away.

"Congratulations Brothers, Congratulations Brothers!"

Forget it, just don't see it, don't know it.

However, the two men threw their heads on the ground, and even the blind knew what was going on.

Su Yuxuan, stepped by the disciples and the stars, stepped forward.

"The Chopped Iron Sword faction challenged me to the Shilipo Sword Sect for no reason, and I have been chopped under the sword. Now, it is time for you to make a choice."

怎么 What else can we choose? Do we still have a choice? We are just a few lowly welcome disciples.

When I saw hundreds of disciples in the battle hall, they instantly made a wise choice.

"Have seen the head!"

Immediately, a group of disciples surrounded Su Yuxuan and Su Yuang and rushed to the mountain.

Along the way, the voice of "seeing the head" has been rising and falling, and has never stopped.

In the main hall of the slashing iron sword faction, the head and several elders suddenly stood up in surprise, looking at the outside of the hall unbelievably.

There was nothing outside, but the sound was getting closer and louder.

Tick ​​...

Tick ​​...

The sound of footsteps on the level is so clear ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The figure rising gradually at the threshold is so young, even a little immature.

Qi Su Yuxuan stood at the door of the main hall and stood by the sword. A disciple came over with the head of the elder of the hall and placed it gently on the threshold.

Quiet!

Silent!

It's like everyone is dead.

"It's your choice."

When I heard this, the elders looked at each other, and then bowed wisely.

Twenty years ago, this wasn't the Iron Sword Sect.

After today, here is no longer the Iron Sword Sect.