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As he lifted his sword to take a look, he saw that there were several holes on the blade of the green sword. The purple sword was not out of its sheath, and just the sheath alone was enough to reflect the sharp sword, and striking out a hole in the blade was something that was completely unthinkable. With his strength, it wasn't that he couldn't condense more sword walls for defense, but with his skill, even the sword technique 'Immortal Sword Technique', which was Master's first move, could be sufficient. He didn't expect Yang Ruxue's cultivation to be so profound, and the purple sword was even more powerful than he had expected; just the sword sheath's body was incomparably sharp, and in the blink of an eye, it was already right in front of him.

As a spectator who had learned the 'Nine Yin True Scriptures', Zhu Ci could already tell where the mantra was defeated. Zhu Ci could also feel the depth of the battle skill, which was not something that the Dugu Sword Intent, which he had practiced in the waterfall, did not have. In addition, in the surroundings of the battle stage, his Nine Yin Inner Qi was the deepest of all, so even though he could not learn the Art of Soul Shifting, and was locked in his Dantian by the Nine Yin Ice Zhen Qi, he was still deeply inspired by the inner Qi attack in his eyes.

In this moment of life and death, the reason why he barely managed to stabilize his state of mind from the attack of the 'Great Art of Soul Shifting' was that he had accumulated more than twenty years of profound formula inner strength, and it was definitely not inferior to Yang Ruxue's Nine Yin true qi. A moment later, Yang Ruxue's purple sword had already struck the cyan sword horizontally and vertically, forcefully colliding with it.

"Clang Clang Clang!"

The sound waves, with the two swords as the center, quickly spread out in all directions. All of the Dao Vein disciples below the stage suddenly felt the strange sound of metal colliding with leather, and the sound was extremely unpleasant to hear. As he covered his ears, his entire body involuntarily took a step back, and the entire crowd of spectators also grew a little larger.

Everyone's faces changed. They were shocked by the great might of this unprecedented and only heard of purple colored sword.

After the exclamation, everyone's eyes returned to the arena. Unknowingly, Yang Ruxue had already landed on the side of the stage, and the purple sword with its scabbard was once again carried on her back. The dust cloud slowly dissipated, but everyone discovered that the true Yan's face was ashen.

The mantra slowly raised its head, but its left hand was still using the finger technique to point at Yang Ruxue. For some reason, its voice became hoarse as it hissed, "You!"

Everyone was bewildered as they did not know what had happened, but all of a sudden, something strange happened. The cyan sword that they had been grasping in their right hand all along suddenly made a few "ka, ka, ka" sounds on the sword blade, and then, under countless gazes, a crack appeared on the blade of the cyan sword, which started from the point of collision with the purple sword's sheath and quickly expanded. A moment later, the sword let out a painful sound, "Cough".

On and off the stage, there was complete silence. Everyone held their breath.

There was no one who did not know what a treasured sword meant to a sword lover who had cultivated for a long time. Especially the fact that not long after he obtained this treasured sword, he had treated it like a treasured dagger and replaced it with a rod. However, he did not expect it to break at this moment.

"Wah!" On the stage, although the mantra was said to be undamaged, the sword had been broken and it was filled with anxiety, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He pressed his left hand on his chest with a pained expression, unable to hold on any longer and fainted on the ground.

It was personally made by Bai Zhan Ying for all the experts of the Sun Moon Divine Hall, and there were only a total of more than two hundred of them. The color of the swords was light green, comparable to his own two daggers from the modern military industry.

Although Yang Ruxue relied on her special Nine Yin Inner Martial Arts to win, she had to admit that her famous purple sword was worthy of the four words, 'divine weapon of the world'.

Several people from each branch of the gate rushed up to the arena to support the mantra. Looking at the broken swords in their hands and the ground, all of them were furious. They glared at Yang Ruxue as if they wanted to eat this beautiful woman up.

Below the stage, Fan Pingsheng clenched his fist and said coldly: "Junior sister Yang Pingquan, you, as a last disciple, are truly ruthless. It's obviously not enough to win, yet you still relied on the power of the legendary sword and divine tool to destroy other people's treasured swords. If you don't give me a reason today, hmph! " At the same time, he placed his hand on the handle of the chair and gnashed his teeth. It seemed that not only did this match cause him to lose face in public, it also caused his treasured sword to be destroyed.

Yang Pingquan was indifferent as he said coldly, "It's not her fault that Xue Xue's cultivation is too shallow and her skills are not deep. She is unable to control the Purple Microsoft Sword as she pleases."

Fan Pingsheng was about to explode in anger, but all of a sudden, a hand was placed on his shoulder. It was the Sect Leader, Yang Yu, who had stood up and patted his shoulder. Fan Pingsheng looked at his junior brother, and finally suppressed his anger. With a snort, he got up and left with big strides.

He shook his head and laughed bitterly, turning his head. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that Yang Pao had walked away as well, personally coming to the stairs to greet his beloved disciple. At this time, Yang Ru Xue had already walked down from the stage and arrived in front of Yang Pao. Yang Pao looked at her, and a smile appeared on his face as he nodded. Yang Ruxue did not say anything, she bowed slightly, then stood behind Yang Pingquan and followed him out. From time to time, she would look back at the two awkward truths, and this mantra was definitely the work of his master, which made it difficult for him to make a choice. Furthermore, Yang Ruxue's martial arts skills were beyond his imagination, causing his heart to be filled with mixed emotions.

Zhu Ci, who was standing at the side, finally recovered from the overwhelming battle just now. Watching Yang Pao and Yang Ru Xue slowly walk further and further away, he suddenly realized how similar their temperament was. It was as if they were carved out of the same mold.

He was looking at the beautiful lady's famous sword and thinking about how to use her inner force to suppress the enemy with her eyes. On the surface, Yang Ruxue had only used three moves, but in reality, her beautiful eyes were focused on her words. Song Shaojie sighed, and said: "I never thought that a divine weapon like the 'Purple Microsoft Sword' would actually appear!"

Chu Ci, who had once overheard True Love and Yang Ruxue talking about the sword in their love affairs, must have had limited knowledge of it, so he pretended not to know and asked, "Just what is the background of the Purple Microsoft Sword that makes it so hard to defend?"

At this time, the crowd gradually dispersed and saw that the people who were competing in the competition naturally thought that it was very exciting. They did not see who was the most outstanding and thought that Yang Ruxue had relied on the help of a powerful weapon.

Song Shaojie greeted the disciples from Broken War Peak, walked away with Zhu Ci and Liu Cheng, and said, "'Purple Microsoft Sword' is the purple treasured sword that you saw on Yang Ruxue's back just now. I have previously read in < The Might of the Divine Equipment > that the 'Purple Microsoft Sword' is ranked 7th among the 18 swords in the world. It first appeared under the rule of Emperor Tang of Sui, and it is said that this sword was made from divine metal that had fallen from the heavens to the mortal world, combined with the blood and essence of a master swordsmith at that time. But when we reached the Southern Song, we lost the record of this sword. "

Liu Cheng said proudly, "I know the origins of this sword better than you do."

Song Shaojie snorted, "Then tell me, let me have a better look!"