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Swordsman, sharp!

The strong and sharp aura was like an invisible sword passing through the sword fighting platform, making the air full of terrifying sharpness and cutting everywhere. When the sharp and sharp aura released by both sides contacted each other and collided continuously, it seemed as if countless ripples were shaking and filled all directions.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on Chu Mu and Song Guangtao, holding their breath, waiting for Shi Potian's shocking victory and defeat.

For Song Guangtao, he stayed in the Sword Academy for a long time, so everyone was not very interested. The one who really attracted their attention was Chu Mu, a new disciple of the Qingfeng Academy in the middle stage of the tenth stage. An existence that could fight against the top tenth stage swordsman.

"Come on, senior brother!"

"Senior Brother, we believe you can definitely defeat him and let him know how powerful you are." The disciples of Qinglan Academy waved their fists one after another, and they couldn't help but not do so. They originally thought that Song Guangtao could easily defeat Chu Mu, but now it seems that this is not the case. They couldn't help but feel frightened. Once they lose, they will not only lose ten Qizeng Pills, but also nine pseudo-sword weapons, a yellow-level top-grade sword qi technique and a high-level sword technique.

Let’s not talk about the face issue, the above things alone are enough to make Qinglan Hospital traumatize and even go bankrupt.

Therefore, Qinglan Academy cannot lose, and cannot afford to lose!

Luo Yufeng and others showed smiles on their faces. They had personally experienced Chu Mu's strength and knew very clearly that Song Guangtao was no match for Chu Mu at all.

Song Guangtao's face changed, and in the end he was left with only a cold and fierce look. His eyes were flashing with a crazy thunderous light. He slowly waved the pseudo sword weapon with his right hand. There were light purple arcs jumping continuously on the sword's body, becoming increasingly dense. And the whole body continued to burst out light purple arcs, crackling.

For a moment, Song Guangtao was invincible and incomparable.

"This sword is the high-level killer move of my thunder-striking sword technique, which is extremely powerful." Song Guangtao stared at Chu Mu, his eyes flashed with a lilac arc, and the terrifying splendor pierced through the void and shot out, and his tone became domineering and singing. He was full of threats: "I will give you the last chance to admit defeat, otherwise I cannot guarantee whether you can still be alive under this move."

Looking at Song Guangtao, who was getting stronger and stronger, Chu Mu raised his eyebrows, raised his eyelids, and a shocking sharp flashed. He smiled faintly and said, "Get out the sword. Let me see how the senior brother of Qinglan Academy compares to Wei Hong."

Hearing the words Wei Hong, the sharpness in Song Guangtao's eyes was twice as strong. A roar was like a muffled thunder, and he blatantly set off his sword. Everyone felt that there was a light purple lightning thunder in front of him tearing apart the void and approaching Chu Mu.

Chu Mu could clearly feel a terrifying lightning thunder, with an indescribable high speed, with an incomparable terrifying destructive power, and it was about to bombard and tear his body apart and turn it into coke.

Song Guangtao's sword stabbed out, and it seemed like lightning that had penetrated into the void while jumping. It appeared faintly, but the terrifying momentum completely locked in Chu Mu. In an instant, it had already crossed more than ten meters and appeared in front of Chu Mu's eyes. Chu Mu's pupils were completely filled with lilac thunder.

"It's just a swordsman at the peak of ten stages. The power of this sword is really amazing. Now, Chu Mu will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die." A hint of pleasure flashed across Wang Qi's face and he laughed.

Chu Tian frowned, Chu Hong tightened her palms, her eyes full of worry. This sword was too powerful.

Only Chu Mu looked calm, but his eyes were slightly lit, but he said to himself: "It's still a little inferior to Wei Hong's sword of killing."

There was no prelude, and the Shangyuan sword energy surged. Chu Mu suddenly drew his sword and swung out with a sword, shaped like an arc of light, and a faint golden color like a needle instantly penetrated into the void and disappeared.

But at the moment when Chu Mu set out his sword, some of the ten peak swordsmen in the audience stood up one after another, unable to calm down, because at that moment, they felt a terrifying sharp edge seeping out.

Swish, a slight sound, the violently destroyed lilac lightning thunder was broken and cut open in an instant, rushing to the left and right sides of Chu Mu. Song Guangtao only felt a golden light flashing in front of him. Then, his chest seemed to be hit hard, and a pain that penetrated his bone marrow was storming all over his body.

The whole person flew backwards in an instant, flew more than ten meters away, landed heavily and rolled a few times. The pseudo-sword weapon fell on one side, spreading its limbs like a dead dog. What's even more terrifying was that his clothes were torn apart on his chest, and a conspicuous wound was gushing out bright blood, and the smell of blood spread out.

"This..." Except for Luo Yufeng and others, everyone else was stunned, his mind was blank and he could not react at all.

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother..." After a while, the disciples of Qinglan Academy reacted. They were shocked one by one, rushed to the sword table in a hurry, appeared beside Song Guangtao, and hurriedly took out the big bleeding pill and crushed it on the wound on Song Guangtao's chest to stop the bleeding.

"You damn thing, you dare to kill such a killer. If the senior brother had any problems, our Qinglan Academy would never give up." The second senior brother jumped up, his face full of anger, pointed at Chu Mu and cursed, as if he wanted to draw his sword and rushed up to fight Chu Mu.

"Let's go, take the senior brother back for treatment immediately." The third senior brother Yan Ming said immediately, and immediately lifted Song Guangtao up.

"Wait." Chu Mu suddenly spoke, his tone was indifferent: "Have you forgotten something?"

"Your idea is really good. You plan to leave here. You will never mention bets, right? I tell you, there is no way, I am willing to accept the loss and hand over the bet immediately, otherwise, don't think about leaving." Zhou Jin took a step, stared at the disciples of Qinglan Academy, and sneered coldly.

Luo Yufeng and others also sneered, and arranged in a row to block the way.

"Damn it, the eldest brother has been seriously injured and his life is in danger. You have actually ignored human life for temporary benefits. Let me go out of here immediately. Otherwise, if the eldest brother has a few shortcomings, I, Qinglan Academy, would never give up." The second brother jumped out again and shouted, with a harsh voice.

"Song Guangtao, don't pretend to be dead. This sword will not take your life." Chu Mu walked step by step, but the aura on his body became more and more sharp. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his sharp eyes slowly passed through everyone's faces, which was extremely compelling: "It's great to give up. Compared to Song Guangtao, you guys are all native chickens and tiles. I want to see how you don't give up."

The disciples of Qinglan Academy changed their faces one after another, and they were extremely alert, reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword.

"I promise that when you draw your sword, I will kill you one by one." Chu Mu's steps did not stop and continued to walk, but his words contained a terrifying coldness and murderous intent. The Qinglan Academy's obvious willingness to bet and never admit defeat had already angered him.

The swordsmen in the audience first showed a look of surprise, and then turned into different expressions. Some disdained and sneered, and some looked like they were not concerned about their own affairs. Chu Tian and Chu Hong stood up, and it seemed that they had a lot of plans to intervene.

"Chu Mu, don't bully people too much!" The fourth senior brother Wang Kui shouted with anger.

"Song Guangtao, if you continue to pretend to be dead, I don't mind letting you die." Chu Mu's tone became extremely indifferent, blew like the cold wind in the north, making people tremble all over, and terrifying murderous intent rolled out. Even the swordsmen in the audience felt cold all over. They were shocked. Why did this low-grade swordsman in the mid-stage tenth stage have such a terrible murderous aura?

"Wait... our disciples of Qinglan Academy are willing to accept the loss." Song Guangtao finally spoke, but his voice was a bit weak. He was indeed pretending to be dead just now, intending to leave here and return to Qinglan Academy. As for betting, as long as he is told to the outside world that he is seriously injured, etc., if he can, he will be delayed.

But unexpectedly, Chu Mu was so decisive and decisive, and that tone made Song Guangtao fully feel the determination and had to answer.

"Very good." Chu Mu smiled and stopped.

"However, you can give it to you on the spot, as for a yellow-level top-grade sword qi technique and a high-level sword technique, we did not bring it with you. After we return to Qinglan Academy, we will take it to Qingfeng Academy and hand it over to you." After saying these words, Song Guangtao immediately coughed, looking like he was about to die.

"Since that's the case, you will hand over the ten Qi-Zengqi Pills and nine pseudo-sword weapons first." Chu Mu said, putting the sword in the sheath: "In addition, our brothers don't mind giving you one, and you can get what you should get."

"Yes, you can obtain a yellow-level top-grade sword qi technique and a high-level sword technique. Even if you do it ten more times, we will be very happy." Zhou Jin laughed, almost making Song Guangtao vomit blood and died of death.

"Okay." Song Guangtao was a little scheming and very proud of his face. In public, he could not succeed with two obscure methods and could only agree. Otherwise, unless he would not continue in Lizhou Sword Academy from now on. Moreover, once this news reached the senior management of the Sword Academy, it would probably be expelled, and even the Qingfeng Sword Sect would be humiliated.

So, no matter from any aspect, this tone has to be swallowed.

Chu Mu, Luo Yufeng and others looked at each other, then looked back at Chu Tian and Chu Hong, nodded, turned around and left the sword fighting platform with the Qingfeng Academy brothers, as if escorting Qinglan Academy disciples and walked outside.

"Let's go." Wang Lin stood up and said lightly. Wang Qi also got up and planned to leave.

"Young Master Wang, are you planning to learn from that Song Guangtao too shameless?" Chu Tian suddenly sneered coldly.

"Send it to you first." Wang Qi turned around, stared at Chu Tian with a gloomy face, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it over, and continued to shoot the pseudo-sword weapon in his hand at Chu Tian, ​​snorted coldly, turned around and strode away.

"You still want to take back what I have in my hand, don't dream." Chu Tian said again, and with a knife, Wang Qi almost vomited blood and his pace was faster.

"Let's go find Amu. This guy, I don't know if he comes to the Sword Academy. I'll see if I don't deal with him." Chu Tian felt very happy and laughed.

A near-far in the late stage of the early decisive battle finally ended, leaving behind some people who had not left, full of contemplation on their faces. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!