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The purple light shone on Zhu Ci's face, but it did not show any of his expression. With a flick of his palm, the rusted firewood knife began to circle around his palm. The arm around his waist danced rapidly, emitting a rusted red light as it protected his front.

Even though they already knew that the power of Fanaticism was different from what it used to be, it was the first time that anyone from the top and bottom of the Great Rock Mountain, including most of the onlookers, had seen Zhu Ci fight. By the side of the shop, Zhen Huo snorted and said, "If I hadn't personally witnessed this, I wouldn't have believed that the little rascal from a few years ago suddenly became a natural born genius."

On the stage, Yang Ruxue's face was solemn, the image of the purple Microsoft Sword and the sword clashed against the rusted red blade light, but to no avail, the sword hilt once again fell into her hands, only to see her clenching the sword hilt tightly, her flying sword attack had no effect, it did not cause her to pay any attention to her opponent, because this move was only a detailed attack.

She turned her feet, catching the repulsive Purple Microsoft Sword in the air. Suddenly, she turned around, and with lightning speed, the sword charged towards Zhu Chi with the momentum of splitting mountains and chopping seas.

The rusted red gleam of the blade spread across his back and collided with the faint purple glow of the sword in midair. Although the Purple Microsoft Sword was not out of its scabbard yet, the sword must have been separated from the scabbard and had the power to shatter other people's treasured swords, but this rotten wood blade had actually managed to block the tip of the scabbard with its blade. The force of the blow did not seem to be afraid of the power of the godly sword at all.

In the next moment, in front of everyone's stupefied gaze, Zhu Ci was actually unable to withstand a single blow. He was sent flying forward as if heavily injured. The rusted red blade did not even have a trace of blade light.

In a short moment, the people from the Great Rock Mountain stood up with those who were on good terms with Zhu Ci, Song Shaojie and company even cried out involuntarily.

The reason why Zhu Ci was sent flying was not because the Nine Yang Divine Art was not as stable as the Nine Yin Meridians, but because his last trace of will was restraining him. He did not use the Nine Yang Divine Art, but only used it to fight against it without fear, and although he was fast and fast, his body's power was insufficient to deal with Yang Ru Xue's training, so unless he used his inner force beforehand, he would never have imagined that the cultivation level of the beautiful Nine Yin Meridians was so impressive.

Just as he was about to slam into the wall, he saw that he was holding the machete in his right hand, his three limbs and the hilt of the machete on the wall, forcefully blocking his forward momentum, and when the momentum was completely gone, he fell, landing on the ground, a sweet taste in his throat, and there were actually streams of blood flowing out of his mouth, forming a fine stream that dripped straight onto the ground. Then, in a situation where no one was looking, Zhu Ci's internal injury quickly healed, and with his sleeve, the blood in the corner of his mouth seeped into his skin, as if it was blood that had been wiped off for him.

The power of the Purple Microsoft Sword was so great, the gap between the abilities of the two sides was too obvious. Although it was just as everyone had expected, the fact that Yang Ruxue had such a young cultivation still left everyone dumbfounded!

With a flash of her purple sword, she mercilessly slashed down at her opponent. There was no fancy trick or trick, she used strength to defeat her opponent, but her opponent was too weak, she didn't even need to use any moves, she could just use force to force him to admit defeat. As for whether she would beat this useless idiot to death, it wasn't something she could even think of.

Although Yang Ruxue did not use any moves, it did not mean that her speed would slow down. When the scabbard was extremely fast slashing down and just a few inches away from the opponent's head, Zhu Ci was like a puppet, powerless hands moving swiftly to the point of being overbearing, and suddenly the rusted blade firmly blocked the deadly sword sheath, and only a few people present could clearly see his speed, especially when it came later, no one could compare to him. The red blade shone brilliantly, the corner of the puppet's mouth was drawn, but the color of his eyes was pale like blood.

Just as the entire audience, including Yang Ruxue, was in shock, the machete transformed into a red glow and slashed at the Purple Microsoft Sword. Yang Ruxue was shocked, but managed to block it, and the two weapons bounced off each other as soon as they came into contact with each other in the air. Yang Ruxue and Zhu Ci, who were standing behind her, were both shocked.

In the middle of the air, a purple light flashed and a red light shone as they clashed horizontally in midair. Both sides attacked with lightning speed, and wherever their swords and sabers went, thunderous explosions thundered deafeningly.

Some of the disciples who had seen Yang Ruxue fight with true love before felt that she had hidden all kinds of power during that match. Like today, she was already so fierce when she attacked, and the scene was not as grand as it was today, her speed was dazzling, and in just a moment, a few parts of the huge stage had been broken off by two people's footwork, and it was unknown how many moves they had exchanged.

The blade qi and sword qi on the stage struck horizontally and horizontally, the spectators who were originally watching the fight all retreated a distance, just like a human figure, with both hands and feet dragging, and the right hand feebly using the blade, but the blade was fast as lightning, accurately slashing towards the purple Microsoft Sword, and fighting against Yang Ruxue who was just running around to cope with the attack, Yang Ruxue had already utilized all of her strength and performed a lightness skill.

Yang Ruxue was holding a sword with both hands and using all her strength to control it. Although she was shocked and not flustered, resisting this move that she had never seen before, with a serious and confident posture, but among the onlookers, the powerful masters already knew that if Zhu Ci had not cut her sword, but one of her people, she would have already lost.

On the other hand, Zhu Ci's movements were a little strange. His body was unstable at times, and he seemed to be about to fall to the ground, his hand wielding the machete seemed to be extremely weak, but the speed that the machete created was beyond anyone's expectations. He waved his hand crazily, and the machete danced along with him.

Although Yang Ruxue was calm in the face of danger and did not seem to be confused about the person she was fighting to block her opponent's retreat path, in her heart, she felt bitterness. When Zhu Ci was fighting with her blade and sword, she had already discovered that her opponent's inner strength was mediocre, but the speed of her moves was fast.

So the reason why Zhu Ci was so strange was because the Nine Yang Divine Technique on his dantian temporarily seized a portion of control of his body while his willpower was still weak. However, the amount of Spiritual Energy that the Nine Yang Divine Technique had transformed into was pretty much enough, and he did not possess any possession, but even when he made his move on Yang Ruxue, he still knew his limits, namely, he did not use his biochemical power, nor did he use his Nine Yang internal energy.

Even though the Nine Yang Divine Technique was upright and not evil, no one had ever cultivated it to the upper dantian where it formed a consciousness and had its own thoughts. If not for the fact that it had already sensed that its body contained biochemical power, the consolidation of its meridians, as well as the protection of the Nine Yang Straight Qi it had transformed into, barely able to resist the invasion of the Nine Yin True Qi. If it was the owner of the sword, he would have vomited blood and died a long time ago.

However, looking through its master's eyes at its opponent in front of it, although it only had a certain amount of thought, it did not mean that it could differentiate between the sexes. In its eyes, Yang Ruxue did not seem to be holding back in the slightest, and she still wanted to rely on internal energy to suppress it.

Let's temporarily call it the Nine Yang Qi. Under its control, the wood knife became more and more rusty and powerful, gradually suppressing the Purple Microsoft Sword which was being wielded by Yang Ruxue.

This side chamber's Nine Yang Qi secretly hated each other. It gradually increased the speed of the weapon. Although it was slow, the weapon actually dared to clash with the sword and leave immediately.

On the other side, Yang Ruxue was quite surprised at first, but now, she could not stop complaining. Not only was the other party able to contend with the plain looking firewood knife, but the blade also seemed to have a kind of scorching pure yang energy, constantly attacking her body from the sword and causing her vital energy and blood to churn. If it wasn't for her strong foundation, she wouldn't have needed to admit defeat to a certain extent, and would probably have been unable to suppress the boiling hot blood in her body.