Wang Shuyue curled her lips and smiled at her. Xu Rong was stunned. Wang Shuyue rushed towards her immediately.

In the first four days, Wang Shuyue was almost the passive side, and Xu Rong did not miss every game, so she designed a new trick specifically for Wang Shuyue's passive moves.

However, she never expected that she would take the initiative?

Seeing Wang Shuyue condense a big sword made of wood-type spiritual power in her hand, Xu Rong's heart beat faster than half a beat when she slashed her head at her.

Her feet sank. Since she can't hide, she will fight!

The toes were slight, and the relay rose into the air, and the giant sword swung into the air.

Seeing that the two swords were about to collide, something unexpected happened.

The big sword in Wang Shuyue's hand suddenly swayed left and right, and it turned out to be a soft sword, not a hard sword.

The sword fell down and bounced back. The force like a sea of ​​force touched the sword in Xu Rong's hand. Xu Rong felt a piercing pain from the tiger's mouth, which made her feel that her whole arm was about to be broken, and her hand could not hold the sword at all.

With a "clang", the sword in his hand flew out of his hand and flew down the ring.

Xu Rong looked up in shock and met Wang Shuyue's apologetic smile, "I'm sorry."

Before he finished speaking, the sword body whipped like a whip and slapped her entire body directly!

"Hiss~" Xu Rong took a deep breath, regardless of the pain in her arms, grabbed the long pole with the flag on the edge of the ring, and then she almost stayed on the edge of the ring so that she would not lose too ugly.

"Ceer back." Wang Shuyue fell from the air and hugged her fists.

Xu Rong stared at her for a moment, as if accepting the fact that she had suffered a crushing defeat. Until her heart calmed down, she turned around and jumped down, picked up the sword, and left in a panic.

"younger sister!"

Seeing Xu Rong walking straight out of the competition field, Xu Hao hurriedly called out: "There is another game, where are you going?"

Xu Rong left without looking back. Xu Hao looked at his father Xu Wuya worriedly, "Dad!"

Xu Wuya shook his head gently, stopping Xu Hao from chasing him, and sighed:

"A good sword is good, so that's good. Let her know that Xu Rong's Taoist skills are nothing, and she will kill her with a sharp aura."

When the distinguished guests next to him heard this, they all cast admirable eyes at Xu Wuya.

He is worthy of being the leader of a village, and this pattern is extraordinary.

Xu Hao had no choice but to suppress the worries in his heart and continue his last competition.

At present, there are only six people left on the field who need to compete.

After the two-way showdown, the judges will have to set the ranking according to their scores.

Wang Shuyue took a look at her current ranking. She ranked fourth with one point more than fifth place.

The rules of this last game are different from before. The six monks can choose their opponents by themselves. If the selected opponent agrees, the two will be automatically paired successfully.

If the selected person does not agree, then you can only wait for the remaining ones.

Another point is that as long as one side wins, the other side can get all the scores of the other side.

Wen Qi is currently ranked first in scores.

If she could get the score on her, Wang Shuyue would be able to secure the first place.

But as long as she wins any of the other four, she can enter the top three, firmly rank second, and choose the magic weapon she wants.

However, the premise of this is that after Wen Qi won the first place, she did not choose the Light Water Sword.

So, when the referee announced that he had begun to choose freely and saw Wen Qi walking straight towards him without hesitation, Wang Shuyue was both panicked and a little happy, and her mood was quite complicated.

This damn fate~

It's strange that after so many games in a row, Wang Shuyue and Wen Qi have never met.

So, how could Wen Qi, who has been thinking about competing with Wang Shuyue, miss this only opportunity?

"Come on." Wen Qi's voice could not hide her excitement, and her blood was clamoring to defeat Wang Shuyue, with a strong sense of fighting.

Wang Shuyue asked helplessly: "If senior sister loses, she will miss the top three. I am sure she will no longer consider changing her personal choices. Let's have a win-win situation?"

Wen Qi raised her eyebrows coldly and sneered: "They are not worthy of being my opponent."

Wang Shuyue: "..." Then should I feel honored?

"Don't senior sister really want that sword? I really don't think about it anymore?" Wang Shuyue smirked with an embarrassing and polite smirk and finally confirmed.

"No, if you can defeat me this time, the grudge between you and me will be eliminated." Wen Qi's expression was rarely serious.

Wang Shuyue was in a slight battle, and couldn't believe that Wen Qi easily let go of her hatred.

"If you choose all the best, just enter the market. Who will be the first to go on stage?" asked the elder of the Xu family, who was the referee and in charge, on the stage.

Wang Shuyue glanced at Wen Qi deeply, and the two raised their hands at the same time.

"us!"

The audience was immediately excited, and they could see the first place finals, nothing more exciting than this.

"Okay, please, two of you."

The elder smiled and stepped back, looking forward to the show.

Wang Shuyue and Wen Qi came to the middle of the ring. They stood on the side without saying anything. The cold fighting spirit instantly rose, making the two of them rustle in their clothes.

The audience felt the coldness and immediately calmed down.

Wen Qi could no longer feel everything outside. In her eyes, there was only the opponent in front of her.

Wang Shuyue is also the same, she just wants to win.

Widths of cold spread on the ring, and the cold air climbed from the soles of the feet to the spine. Wang Shuyue immediately felt the pressure of the opponent's realm.

The two of them looked at each other quietly, letting the terrifying sword energy spread, but they were reluctant to take action.

The sword in Wen Qi's hand has not even been unsheathed.

But no one dared to question her speed at which she drew her sword.

This is the first Sword Sect, a disciple who was personally taught by the head of Yunhe Sect, and he learned the indestructible and ruthless sword intent, which was so powerful that it seemed to be indestructible.

Some people admire Wang Shuyue's courage, but others are optimistic about her.

It is not easy for people with complex emotions to be ruthless.

At least in Wang Shuyue's opinion, Wen Qi's ruthless cultivation has not been enough.

She activated her eye-opening power and stared at the other party, like a hunter waiting for her prey, not missing a slight flaw in her.

There is only one chance, she must seize it!

Suddenly, Wen Qi moved, and the four fingers holding the hilt tightened. He pointed his thumb at the hilt and gently pushed it. A "buzzing" sounded, and the sword was unsheathed and stabbed like lightning.

At this speed, there was only the afterimage left, as if there was a teleportation, two points and one line, and one move together, the person had already arrived in front of Wang Shuyue.

Wang Shuyue was still standing, as stable as Mount Tai. Wen Qi's sword could hardly see any flaws. Even if there was, it was not enough to cause a painful blow to her.

Therefore, Wang Shuyue did not choose to draw the sword.

She recited the magic tricks in her mouth. At the moment when the sharp sword stabbed, she flashed, avoided the sharp sword and came behind Wen Qi.
Chapter completed!