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More than a hundred pairs of eyes staring at the two people on the sword fighting stage, almost holding their breath, the entire sword fighting stage was so quiet that it seemed as if a needle could be heard.

"Ten Swords." Song Guangtao raised his eyebrows, and a flash of splendor flashed in his eyes. He slowly drew the sword. The obscure gold and iron rubbed it sharply. A sharp sword light slowly bloomed. The fierce and fierce aura gradually rose as the sword was pulled out, surrounding him and became fierce.

Suddenly, Song Guangtao shot out like an arrow from the string, and the pseudo sword weapon in his hand slashed out. The strong wind whistled, the air was torn apart, and a faint arc shot towards Chu Mu first. It was as quiet as a virgin moving as a rabbit, and there was no prelude to the sword, decisive and cruel, the sword energy was turbulent, and the sword light was dazzling, like thunder to head straight for Chu Mu.

Chu Mu raised his eyelids slightly, and Song Guangtao's figure reflected in his pupils. He was as sharp as a sword light. He held the hilt of the sword like lightning in his right hand, but did not draw the sword. He was motionless waiting for Song Guangtao's sword to come.

"Has he been frightened?" Many people were stunned.

"The eldest brother's sword is too fast, and this Qingfeng Academy disciple cannot avoid it at all. Look at him, he is so stupid that he is stunned." The Qinglan Academy disciples discussed: "I see that the eldest brother's sword is enough to defeat him."

On the other hand, Luo Yufeng and others looked calm and had a strong chest.

"I thought I wanted ten swords, but I didn't expect one sword to be enough." Song Guangtao sneered inwardly, the sword energy surged, the sword speed was faster, and it came in one battle, extremely sharp.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was the smile of seeing victory in his eyes.

Suddenly, Song Guangtao felt a light green sword light flash in front of him, accompanied by a breeze blowing on his face. The sword light became sharp and quickly amplified in his eyes. His murderous intent locked in, causing his hair to stand on his back.

"Damn it!" With a low shout, Song Guangtao's face changed drastically. He hurriedly changed his sword style. The sword lights differentiated, and the sword shadow became dense and covered the sky, jumping with wisps of electric arcs, making a crackling sound. He tried to block Chu Mu's sword and cover Chu Mu's whole body.

Chu Mu's eyes flashed with strange light. Under the sword, the trajectory of Song Guangtao's sword was clearly presented to him. With the mid-stage cultivation of ten stages and the ability of the master of swordsmanship, even if Wei Hong is resurrected, Chu Mu can easily kill him, not to mention that Song Guangtao's swordsmanship skills show no more than Wei Hong.

As soon as he shook his figure, Chu Mu retreated from Song Guangtao's sword shadow range as if he had no weight, and Song Guangtao sneered. He was reluctant to leave and stabbed with one sword and slashed it. The sword was as fierce as it was, and it was extremely sharp and sharp.

The air was cut and made a harsh sound. It made the scalp numb, and the dense sword shadows jumped behind the air with a few electric arcs, as if thin lightning flashed across the sky. The speed was incredible, shocking around, dazzling.

"good."

"Senior Brother is good at swordsmanship."

"The eldest brother's thunder sword technique has been improved again. It is easy to defeat the other party." The disciples of Qinglan Academy clapped their hands and cheered, and also glanced at the disciples of Qingfeng Academy proudly with a proud look.

Luo Yufeng and others were expressionless. They ignored them and could not see their inner thoughts from their faces.

"This disciple of the low-grade sword sect has a very careless swordsmanship." One of the three ten-stage peak swordsmen who belong to the Prince of Zhou Ling nodded and commented casually.

"That's the flashing thunder sword technique, a high-level sword technique, but among the high-level sword technique, the overall situation is relatively ordinary. Judging from the disciple of this low-level sword sect, he barely cultivated to the level of great success, such a person is of little use to the prince." The second swordsman said undeniably.

"The low-grade sword sect disciple who was interested in the mid-stage ten-stage low-grade sword sect who dared to make such a big bet with such obvious cultivation. It was really amazing." The third sword maker had a smile on his face: "Now, looking at the situation, although it seems to be suppressed, if he looks closely at his dodging, it seems messy, but in fact it contains some sort of structure and is not so easy to lose."

Chu Mu fought back from time to time, and by coincidence, he interrupted Song Guangtao's increasingly sharp sword style, forcing Song Guangtao to continue to draw his sword, pursuing to make the sword style more coherent, connecting the sword and sword, striving to defeat Chu Mu within ten swords.

After a few swords, Song Guangtao frowned and suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was he always slightly blocked by the opponent's sword when his sword style was so sharp that it was about to explode?

What a coincidence?

Thinking of this, Song Guangtao's face changed slightly, forcibly shattering the thoughts that emerged from his heart. The sword energy surging and transporting the whole body. A burst of roar rolled in the meridians, and the air around him vibrated. The sword style paused slightly, moved again, and turned into a more sharp flashing arc, covering Chu Mu in a more dense posture.

The strange light in Chu Mu's eyes instantly restrained and became deep. He swung his sword with one sword and the sword shadows in the sky were shattered and dissipated.

"How is this possible!" Not only Song Guangtao, but also many swordsmen on the stage changed their faces, and some even couldn't help but stand up with a shocked look on their faces.

Luo Yufeng and others smiled, something expected.

Chu Mu made another sword, and Song Guangtao suddenly felt that he could not dodge this sword, and had blocked all his body and left and right. Apart from resisting, he could only retreat.

The steps flashed with lightning. Song Guangtao's speed increased rapidly in an instant, retreating rapidly, widening the distance between him and Chu Mu, his face gloomy and gloomy, staring at Chu Mu. For a moment, he didn't dare to shoot his sword again.

Chu Tian and Chu Hong looked at each other, smiled each other, letting go of their high hearts and breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the current situation, it seemed that Chu Mu was not at a disadvantage.

Wang Lin frowned slightly, as if he was surprised. Why could Chu Mu be able to support so many swords without being defeated? Could it be that Song Guangtao deliberately let the water go? This seems unlikely.

As for Wang Qi, he had a gloomy face. Looking at the decisive battle between Chu Mu and Song Guangtao, he remembered the scene of him being easily defeated by Chu Mu a few months ago, a few days ago, in the Chu family, his eyes twitched involuntarily.

Lin Luoshui's eyes widened slightly, and a trace of strange luster flowed in it. He seemed to have some thoughts in his heart.

Chu Mu stood upright, holding a sword in his right hand, pointed directly at Song Guangtao, and a sharp edge poured out, and he spoke lightly, "There are ten swords left."

Song Guangtao's face changed slightly, without answering, his eyes were full of vigilance, his glitter flashed, he stared at Chu Mu viciously, slowly moving his steps, looking for a chance to take action again.

Everyone held their breath again, and they all felt that the next move would be shocking and the winner would be decided.
Chapter completed!