"Hoo... Is it worthy of being the Duke of tulips? The soul shadow is so powerful. Just now I felt completely enchanted and the whole person was brought in. It is really different from those dandy stage dramas! "


    Nanxi, as the little fan sister of the Duke of tulip, openly expressed her appreciation for the soul shadow.


    "I feel the whole person is relaxed! See if I don''t explode the Qibao Liuli clan tomorrow. " Jiang Yue moved her arm. In fact, she was one of the people who were too excited during the movie.


    When the doctor was dying, she shouted, "I''ll kill you." Almost rushed out directly. If Rui Wenwen hadn''t pressed it, I''m afraid it wouldn''t have poked a hole in the screen.


    "Tut Tut, the Duke of tulip is not going to sell steel war clothes in the future! Now you don''t have to worry about selling at a good price. " Xiao Yun smacked his mouth and said sour.


    He saw that the Duke of tulip was unhappy, which is the same reason that many people would see the rich unhappy. In fact, many people have this mentality, but they can only hold it. No one thinks they have the ability to destroy a country in a month, and then build it more prosperous than before in a year.


    "Let''s go, let''s go! Go back and have a good sleep to replenish your energy. Tomorrow you will have a good competition with the Qibao liulizong team! " Rui Wenwen organized her teammates to leave the screening hall one after another and come out to relax, which was very effective in improving morale.


    ……


    The next day, on the podium, the photographer looked at the 233 team with a telescope. He was a little surprised.


    "Xu Xing, what did they do yesterday? Morale has been restored so quickly. " Chengying asks the handsome Xingguan Wulin military master and intelligence officer next to him.


    "They went to see the premiere of the soul shadow shot by the Duke yesterday. There was no other action." Xu Xing knows very well what information the filmmaker will be interested in, so he knows ruiwenwen''s movements like the back of his hand.


    "Huh? Interesting? They even decompressed it by watching popcorn blockbusters. Thanks to their imagination. " Chengying didn''t expect that he inadvertently helped them again.


    ……


    "Both contestants back! Ready! "


    "The game begins!"


    As the process of the knockout continues, the number of matches held on the same day gradually decreases. The referee in charge of the game is also replaced by a higher soul duel to ensure that these talented young people can be saved in time.


    With the sound of the beginning of the game, the colorful light fell on Chenhan, that is, the five ring sword. His martial spirit is the seven kill sword, which is the inheritance of the sword Douluo family.


    Blessed by the colorful light, the seven kill sword in Chenhan''s hand also exudes colorful light, full of prestige.


    Chenhan knew that it was difficult to win this game. Zongmen discharged this lineup to publicize the strong auxiliary ability of Qibao Liuli Zong. Every time he had to protect the six auxiliary soul teachers behind him in the case of one pick of seven, which was quite difficult.


    At this time, facing a highly comprehensive team such as 233, Chenhan is also under great pressure, but the swordsman is to forge ahead, and no opponent can make him shrink back.


    Just at this time, a sharp sword idea rushed into the sky, which made Chenhan shift his attention.


    "You''re upset!" The monsoon is cold.


    "The Kendo obsessed with external forces is no longer a pure sword!"


    The monsoon is like this, step by step towards the dust, and every step will leave a golden footprint on the ground.


    "This breath... Your martial spirit is not a sword at all!" Chenhan frowned and didn''t give out the sword. The monsoon gave him a very dangerous feeling. Even though he had been strengthened his resistance to mental attack, the sword still hurt him.


    "It doesn''t matter what the martial spirit is. The sword is the sword. He is right there and in my hand." At the next moment, the monsoon moved. It was no longer a ready blow, but pure swordsmanship, which he was really good at.


    The sword is originally used to stab and cut. The so-called sword meaning and sword Qi are just minor details derived from it. The swordsman''s fight will not stop until the sword is broken and the man is not dead.


    The speed of monsoon sword is so fast that people can hardly catch it with the naked eye, but Chenhan, who is blessed with reaction speed, still sees the track of the blade.


    A straight and perfect straight line, precise and deadly, stabbed him in the middle of his eyebrows without fancy.


    At this moment, he seemed to feel that he could do nothing about the attack. His soul power and strengthened attributes could not bring him a sense of security at all. Even if he knew very well, it was an illusion.


    But he still took a step back and closed his sword to block the sudden spike of the monsoon.


    "Your sword, slow!" Monsoon only remembered that the captain told him to duel with his opponent in the way of a swordsman, completely ignoring the danger that he might be cut in two by the sword Qi and the sword.


    As a swordsman, Chenhan knows the meaning of monsoon very well. Just now, as a swordsman, the most reaction he should have is to make a sword at the same time with monsoon and stab him like his heart, but he retreated, defended and hesitated.


    Inexplicably, Chenhan seems to have an epiphany. In kendo, monsoon is also his predecessors. This war is a duel between swordsmen!


    Suddenly, the colorful light dispersed, and Chenhan recovered his original cultivation. He raised the seven kill sword and fought with the iron sword of the monsoon at a high speed. The move was fatal and the sword was startled.


    Under the stage, Chen Qin stroked his beard and smiled: "Han Er lost."


    Beside Chen Qin''s body, the leader of Qibao Liuli sect, Ning Jingyuan frowned: "why did you smile when you lost?"


    "Because han''er has understood what a sword is, which is the basis for him to surpass me and reach the limit in the future. Although his opponent has a deeper understanding of the sword, he is jealous of talents. His cultivation can only stop at the title duel in the end."


    ……


    On the field, an unprecedented scene appeared. The dazzling sword fight was like a dance, attracting everyone''s eyes. The audience watching this scene even dared not blink, because every second is a decision between life and death.


    They all made killing moves. If they were careless, they would die. The blade just jumped back and forth between their necks.


    Such a tense and exciting battle is even more eye-catching than the fierce battle between 14 people.


    Sword technique has no limit, but sword has limit.


    In the high-intensity fight, it made a crisp sound. The ordinary iron sword of the monsoon broke. Chenhan didn''t mean to be merciful, and stabbed the sword into the heart of the monsoon.


    However, contrary to his expectation, the monsoon did not retreat, but rushed forward, and deflected his body a little. He let the seven kill sword stab into his left shoulder. At the same time, his right hand held the broken blade, and let the blade cut his palm, put the other end of the blade against Chenhan''s neck, leaving a blood line.


    "Poof!"


    The film on the rostrum was sprayed directly: "I''m afraid you two are not one named gainie and the other named Weizhuang!"


    [to be continued]


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