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Zhu Ci slowly turned his head, his face ashen, and said lightly, "I am a disciple of the Big Rock Mountain. I'm shocked. Please … please don't show any mercy." In front of the people he liked, his words contained a sense of self-mockery and self-hurt.

Yang Ruxue was stunned for a moment. Although the words before the match were mere pleasantries, but this Zhu Ci seemed to be very strange. Who would dare to say something without mercy? It sounded like ridicule, but it didn't look like it.

However, Yang Ruxue was, after all, the most prideful disciple on Qingfeng Peak, a disciple with strong mental strength who had also studied the Nine Yin Scriptures. Her expression did not change at all, and without saying anything further, she formed a finger seal with her right hand, gently pushing and lifting the hilt of her sword. The purple Microsoft Sword on her back, in conjunction with the sword sheath, quickly jumped up from her waist, drew half a circle, and fell into her beautiful palm.

Zhu Ci looked at the light purple sword. Under the illumination of the sunlight, the light purple light became more and more eye-catching, shining purple all over his body, yet he couldn't find a single person he liked. He was so nervous that his heart was beating non-stop, and in the depths of his heart, he was actually looking forward to something.

At this time, the Hua Shan sect's young disciples were also present. One of their gazes actually didn't notice Yang Ruxue, but was looking at Zhu Ci instead. That was Wu Hua, who had personally witnessed his Supreme Force.

However, due to the close proximity of the various sects, he didn't openly discuss the matter with his Master, telling him that Feng Budi, the disciple of the dan-maker, was the one who could release the saber aura. Not to mention the fact that even his Grand Preceptor's ancestor was present, so it was not his turn to speak.

He took off the rusty machete at his waist.

Zhu Ci's' extraordinary 'blade was exceptionally eye-catching, even more eye-catching than the faint purple glow of the Purple Microsoft Sword. The monk could not help but ask, "That Dao meridian, what is with your knife? If you do not have a good weapon, I can help you borrow it! " Everyone's gaze followed the Priestess' question and fell onto the wooden sabre belonging to Zhu Chi and He Dong. Among them, the people who knew Zhu Ci were already smiling and giving pointers.

Zhu Ci's heart was extremely cold. However, the guard in charge had to answer truthfully: "Reporting to protector, this is my blade. The name of the blade is' extraordinary '. Although the blade is rusted, the disciple has it handy." He could only helplessly explain.

However, not only did his explanation not make everyone feel relieved, it actually made everyone burst out in laughter. "You can only do it on the Great Rock Mountain and you can only do it on your own blade?" "I haven't even taken it yet, haha." "I'm dying of laughter. A wooden sabre with embroidery on it was actually named after a serious manner? Is this a completely new and unconventional weapon?"

Zhao Rou, who was standing on the VIP platform, also recognized Zhu Ci. He pointed at her and laughed wildly at his father and the Huashan faction, "Hahahaha, did you see that? Remember that little Taoist from yesterday? So his weapon was a firewood knife. No wonder he didn't dare to show off in front of us back then. Haha, this is too interesting! "

At this moment, Yang Jihua's expression became more and more ugly, especially in front of so many outsiders. Zhu Ci's actions had truly angered Yang Jihua, but he did not know why this foolish disciple was able to enter the third branch and compete with such a large group. Furthermore, Zhao Rou's performance was even more exaggerated, causing Yang Jihua to turn his head and glare at Zhao Rou.

As a result, he shouted out, "Enough!" Zhao Rou was laughing so hard that she couldn't even straighten her back. When she heard her father's displeased voice, she couldn't help but raise her head and stop laughing. Zhao Qizheng shook his head, turned around and cupped his fists towards Yang Jihua, apologizing, "I was impolite to my grandma and martial uncle. Please forgive me."

Zhao Qi was currently in the middle of a marriage ceremony for Danxia Yang Qintian, so he was a generation younger than Yang Jihua. Moreover, they had a close relationship, so Zhao Qi didn't need to call him a big sect like Wu Dang. Instead, he called him martial uncle to show his respect, which made Yang Jihua feel good about him. "Yang Jihua let out a" hmph ", accepting Zhao Qizheng's apology. He no longer cared about Zhao Rou, and coupled with the fact that the person laughing was a girl, it would be hard for him to do anything.

At this time, the couple also looked at Zhu Ci in surprise, because they knew that Zhu Ci wouldn't do such a reckless thing even if her martial arts weren't up to the standard of a true person. Furthermore, Zhu Ci already had a personal sword, so why not use it?

After the monk in charge of supervising the battle heard Zhu Ci's explanation, he could only say, "Since you've chosen your own weapon, the competition is still fair. Now, let's continue!"

Laughter broke out from below the stage. Compared to the noble purple air surrounding the "Purple Microsoft Sword", the rusty machete seemed like it couldn't even match up to the stage.

Everyone who was watching could not help but laugh. Suddenly, a "hmph" was heard. Their eardrums began to hurt, and they all stopped laughing. They calmed down and operated their martial arts to resist. It was Yang Jihua who uttered those words.

And now, in the face of mockery, his heart was like still water.

For some reason, the Nine Yang Divine Technique in his dantian did not contain any traces of suppressed evil Qi. It was as if it had a mind of its own, and it was extremely excited, helping his body grow stronger, allowing the Qi in his dantian to circulate around his entire body without fear.

Zhu Ci even felt that if it wasn't for the connection he had with the Nine Yang Divine Technique in his dantian, if it wasn't for the fact that he had already mastered it, it would have long since controlled itself to attack the Purple Microsoft Sword.

…

No, it should not be towards the Purple Microphone Sword, but towards Yang Ruxue. Yang Ruxue, who had cultivated the Nine Yin True Scripture, had a strange feeling, like two enemies who hated each other deeply. The only difference was that after the Nine Yang Divine Technique settled down in his dantian, it had its own mind and spirit.

At this moment, Yang Ruxue's expression suddenly changed. The light in her eyes was too bright, as if she was feeling a little strange herself. She had used the Art of Soul Shifting, yet the other party was completely unaffected.

Of course, Zhu Ci was not the most unresponsive one, although Zhu Ci had mastered the Art of Soul-Shifting based on the Nine Yin Scriptures, it could only be used after he had mutated. At the moment, he only had the Nine Yang Divine Art in his body to contend with Yang Ruxue, and the Nine Yang Divine Art that had the intelligence to settle down in his dantian was already relatively obedient, but now that he was provoked by the Nine Yin Scriptures, Zhu Ci's mind was completely blank. He did not have a single thought in his head as he stared at the beautiful woman under the sword's purple glow. He suddenly realized that she seemed to like the woman from his previous life.

On the stage, something unexpected happened. Unexpectedly, Zhu Ci and Yang Ruxue did not make a move. They only stared at each other, not moving at all.

The audience went into an uproar as they discussed amongst themselves.

Just now, the great Art of Soul Shifting, which had always been extremely efficient, had suddenly revealed a strangeness that she had never experienced in the past, which made her feel strange in her heart. But when she used her psychokinesis to circulate the true scripture and carefully checked all the acupoints in her body, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.

Sensing the countless strange gazes from the audience, Yang Ruxue's Art of Soul Shifting returned without any success. She furrowed her brows, composed herself, and coldly snorted, expelling all sorts of thoughts from her mind. With a light shout, a purple sword light bloomed, the Immortal Shows the Way that she once used to face off opponents, piercing straight towards Zhu Ci, but the sword was still unsheathed.

But up until now, Yang Ruxue had defeated all her opponents one by one without even being unsheathed, which also made everyone guess who exactly would be able to pull out the divine sword for her. At this point, everyone guessed that the final battle would happen, and with Yang Ginki and Liu Chengji's cultivations, as well as their treasured swords, they would probably be able to do the same.