Chapter 73: Jianyi
Yan didn't regret that because of the excessive blood loss, his face became paler. He knelt on the ground, apparently no longer fighting.
"Acknowledge defeat," Xu Ren stepped forward and kicked Yan without regret.
Yan's unrepentant body hit the iron chain beside him, and the two long swords in his hand fell simultaneously.
Xu Ren stepped forward and stepped on Yan Long's long sword, then bent down to pick up his long sword.
Outdoor comparison is not allowed to hurt the opponent's life, although the comparison is uncertain, there will be occasional mistakes.
But in the present situation, Yan does not regret that he has no power to resist, and Xu Ren is not good to hurt the killer.
Not to mention the elders outside the door supervising.
Watching his long sword being stepped on by Xu Ren, Yan's unrepentant eyes turned red, and he didn't know where the strength came from.
Xu Ren was shocked by the opponent's posture and subconsciously stepped back two steps.
I saw that Yan did not regret picking up his long sword and gently wiped the footprints of the sword body.
"What is this guy doing?" The disciples underneath whispered and didn't seem to understand his approach.
For Yan unrepentant, there is one person and one thing in his life that cannot be let down.
Is his own mother, he does not allow anyone to defile.
Mother died of illness when he was young. In fact, it was not a serious illness. For a large family like Huangjia, it is clear that a single medicine can be cured.
But those people just do n’t care about anything. At that time, he was only seven years old, and he saw his mother leave.
At that time, he vowed to become a man, to destroy the entire deserted family to seek justice for his mother.
As long as one thing is his own sword, after his mother died, this sword became his only reliance.
He has no friends, and he doesn't need those **** affections. The only thing that accompanies him is this sword.
This sword is not just like a brother and a good friend. Whenever he holds the hilt, he is full of infinite hope and confidence.
That is his own power.
And now, this sword is stepped on by others.
The blood on was still flowing, and even the whole sword was covered with blood.
The blood-red looks shocking, Yan does not regret being able to clearly feel his head dizzy, and the sight in front of him is also a little blurry.
Yan did not regret slowly lying on the contest platform, his ears roared, and the surrounding sounds began to become noisy.
"However, garbage, waste," he seemed to vaguely hear the disdainful comments of those around him.
The sorrow of the long sword, Yan did not regret being able to feel the emotion of his sword.
When he was very young, he could feel the emotion of his sword. When he grew up, he realized that this was the spirituality of inadvertently activating the weapon.
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'S eyes became more and more blurred, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.
Yan did not regret looking at the mourning long sword so calmly, he could feel the passing of his vitality.
He suddenly remembered a lot. From the first day he got the sword, he couldn't put it down.
Especially after his mother left, he slept with a sword every day, almost the sword did not leave.
They have spent countless years together,
Also spent countless days and nights,
Once watched the moon together, laughed together, grew together,
He also confided all his heart to the sword.
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"The soul is weak, he is not a cold-blooded weapon, but my good brother, how can he be trampled on his feet!"
Yan did not regret the smile on his lips, and he remembered the days when the night was long and the sword was his companion.
Suddenly, there seemed to be an aura of light rushing from the back spine to his head, and he was completely stunned.
"What the **** is a sword?"
Thunder blew in Xintian, Yan did not regret the blankness in his mind, and he had never been so clear in his life at this moment.
The line of sight in front of him seemed to become a gray fog, the rumbling sound in his ears was endless, and Jianguang intertwined countless stripes in his mind.
"I ride the wind and ride on the skies,
Portable three-foot Longquan sword! "
And outside, the long sword began to tremble slightly, a ray of sword gas pervaded him all around.
When the sword was entangled, the thunder exploded, and the mist was dispelled, Yan didn't regret and slowly stood up.
Everything is in power, not only flowers and trees, but also heroes and heroes. Everything in the world has its own momentum.
The sword also has its own sword power. When the momentum condenses together and the line of sight in front of him is unprecedentedly clear, Yan does not regret seeing something different.
"Meaning,
That is sword intention. "
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"Is this over?" The disciples underneath whispered.
"The newcomer does not know that the sky is high and thick, killing him with the vigour to let him know that this outside door is not a place where he can be arbitrary."
"Dare to challenge Brother Xu Ren, I thought he had much ability."
"Mediocre, I have expected this ending."
Seeing that Yan did not regret the appearance of a dead dog, Xu Ren shook his head secretly and was about to kick him off to Wutai to end this contest ~ www.readwn.com ~ The gap between the realms was not so easy to cross, he was young The period was also Tianjiao, when he first entered the sect, he was exposed.
But the most indispensable thing in the world is the arrogance. The true strong must have a heart of awe, and the talent who can reach the end is the real winner.
At this moment, I saw a sword qi split towards Xu Ren.
Xu Ren was stunned. On one side of his body, he slightly avoided the attack of Jian Qi, and he looked forward.
I saw countless numb and numb sword qi entwined around Yan No regret, and the young man who was already dying had picked up the long sword and struggled to stand up.
Yan didn't regret it, but felt that she had a heroic ambition in the world.
His pupils shrank and a cool breath was drawn into his brain from the back spine. Aura exploded like fireworks in his thoughts.
The sword momentum was dispelled, and the seeds of full-heartedness were planted in his heart, and his momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a lot of mountain and rain coming to the wind.
The long sword whispered happily in his hands. Countless sword intentions enveloped the entire contest tower like a row of mountains and seas. He opened his eyes slightly, and there was an endless amount of sword gas, which burst out.
"This, this is?" Xu Ren's complexion changed, and he subconsciously stepped back two steps, watching the endless sword spirit floating in the sky.
Yan did not regret waving his long sword slowly, and countless sword qi seemed to find the pouring mouth, and all flew towards Xu Ren.
Xu Ren looked at the scene where the contest was full, and it seemed like a sword prison. He knew that he could not escape and quickly raised his sword to meet him.
"Clang" sounded, long sword sparks splashed, Xu Ren only felt his hands numb.
His face was horrified, his forehead was cold and sweaty, there were clearly several small gaps between the two, but this was just a sword qi that he could only barely take it.
