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Number Two took out a knife. It was a long and light bone knife. On the handle of the knife was carved a skull that emitted a green glow. The blade was as smooth as jade and there was a strange rune on it.

"My name is Yao Xing. Please give me your guidance!"

After pulling out his blade, Number Two seemed to have transformed into a different person. He became more fearless and cold, like an unsheathed long sword, radiating a radiance that made one's heart palpitate.

When Chang Lou saw Yao Xing, he felt like Fu Gui, the Fu Gui who had died under his poison. The look in his eyes was the same.

When Yao Xing unleashed his saber, the speed of it was incomparable. The blade was deadly, and the pattern was extremely strange.

"Ghost Blade – Triple Slash!" Yao Xing shouted lightly, and the bone blade suddenly appeared behind him. With a backhand grip, the bone blade slashed out from an inconceivable angle. Chang Lou's Quicksand Sword was slightly slower, hitting the air. The sharp blade edge landed on Chang Lou's waist.

This brilliant slash caught the attention of many people. The audience was boiling over with excitement. It was just too boring to see a veteran being crushed by a weakling. It was more interesting to see a dark horse get rid of a veteran.

After being cut, the small wound felt a burst of itchy, heart-piercing pain. A stream of white Zhen Qi was like a small worm sneaking into the meridians, nibbling on the fragile meridians bit by bit.

Chang Lou hastily used Black Water True Qi to resist. As soon as the Black Water True Qi came into contact with the white True Qi, it tyrannically swallowed the white bug, forcing the poison out of the body through the wound.

Before he could even catch his breath, Yao Xing had already rushed forward after chopping twice to open up some distance.

"Ghost Blade Three Slash: Destroy!"

The milky white Zhen Qi on top of the bone blade was like a wisp of will-o '-wisp, constantly pulsating on the tip of the blade. It did not seem to be warm at all, but there was a terrifying pressure.

As the bone blade slashed out, the aura of the saber surged forward. The saber was domineering and overwhelming the entire world.

Chang Lou laughed. He rarely laughed for no reason at all. The Quicksand Sword in his hand glittered with a black light, and flowed like water.

Wind blew, sword moved, pine forest cried! This strike was incomparably simple, so simple that it caused one's hair to stand on end. It was like a pine tree branch that was being pulled by the wind. It was just that simple! A simple swing. This strike was naturally smooth, so smooth that it was almost imperceptible. It was like a wind driven by a pine tree branch, so natural! Flow naturally.

Yao Xing was definitely an expert. Suddenly, the force of his fifteen thousand sword strikes changed. He abruptly turned around and dodged Chang Lou's extremely simple sword strike.

"Ghost Blade Slash Three — — Hidden!" Suddenly, Yao Xing disappeared. The saber was gone, and the person was also gone. All that was left was an afterimage.

Chang Lou closed her eyes. A gentle breeze passed by her ears as she thrust her sword forward without any warning.

Dang! Withdrawing his sword, a shadow flew out.

"Ghost Blade, Triple Slash — — Half-Slash!" In the air, Yao Xing's shadow turned like a ghost as a cross-shaped saber light struck over.

"Unparalleled Palm!" Chang Lou struck out with eleven palm strikes, one after the other, the black palm prints landing on the cross blade ray.

The saber light from the cross blade was like lightning descending from the sky. The first rays of dawn and the second rays of dusk were unstoppable. The palm print was like a snowflake touching the sun, melting into nothingness without leaving any trace.

Feeling the approaching blade of the cross blade, Chang Lou suddenly opened his eyes. His sword was in front of his eyes, and his eyes reflected off the rusted blade. His eyes were filled with confusion and a glimmer of hope.

The moment the sword's tip came into contact with the light of the cross blade, a bright and violent black light exploded like a volcanic eruption. The great power was like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, carrying the endless hope.

Under the pressure of the sword light, the cross blade light disappeared bit by bit. In the end, it was like a rotten tree that had lost its life, turning into dust in the air.

"I've lost!" Yao Xing lowered his head and walked down the stage.

"But only this time! Sooner or later! I will come back to you, hoping that you will die under this knife. I am not doing it for that blade. The blunt blade does not have any value, but if he did not have that blade, then he is still my brother! "

Chang Lou didn't have time to think about the harsh words in his head. Instead, he started to circulate his Zhen Qi. There was a small, cross shaped wound on his chest, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Chang Lou also stepped down from the stage, his heart filled with endless emotions. He realized that he seemed to have made a big mistake, a huge mistake. He had overestimated himself and underestimated others.

These geniuses from all over the world were much stronger than he had imagined. They were indeed geniuses, and each one of them could not be compared to the other. He did not have the qualifications to ignore them, nor did he have the strength to make them look up to him.

"I'm not anything at all!" Chang Lou suddenly felt sad in her heart. In this world, who didn't have two dreams or one or two delusions? He also had ideals, fantasies, and dreams. Even now, he would not say, "I've given up"!

"Cang Fifteen!" After looking for a long time, Chang Lou felt that Cang Fifteen was the most threatening one. That wooden sword had only managed to sweep away countless experts with one move. There were so many people who were unable to match up and went crazy.

Besides Cang Fifteen, there was also Xu Daji. The ghost blade of this big man had been forced by an expert to use his trump card. The domineering nature of that saber strike was enough to make Chang Lou feel a chill in his heart. Each strike was filled with the explosive power of fire true qi, making it seem like a volcano that was about to erupt.

Soon, the semifinals began. Chang Lou Cheng's heart was pounding hard. He really wanted to fight that guy with the bamboo cane who looked like a beggar on the street.

After praying for a long time, Chang Lou drew out the lot.

Number 1! Xu Zhi!

Chang Lou gave a bitter smile. Xu Zhi could still play around with him, but fortunately, he didn't meet that mysterious Cang Fifteen.

The match would be held in an hour. Chang Lou went to platform five and observed from afar. He couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Zhu Yu had entered the top four. He also knew who the top four opponents were. They were the disciples of a large sect in Jing Country. This way, Zhu Yuxiao would be absolutely confident.

An hour passed quickly. Chang Lou stood on the battle stage, and Xu Zhi stood across from him.

Xu Zhi smiled, "I didn't expect that my luck would still not be good, I still met you!"

Luck? Tears streamed down Chang Lou's eyes. He really wanted to say, "Brother, strength should not be related to luck."

Xu Zhi held up a finger.

Chang Lou's head was full of questions. What was this?

"One move!" A single move will decide victory or defeat! " Xu Gui suggested. This was not a battle of life and death. There was no need to fight to the death.

There was a simple method — Chang Lou would agree to defeat the opponent in one move. If he won, he would move on to the next round. Naturally, he would agree.

"Alright!" Xu Zhi prepared a few, pulled out the ghost head knife.