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After studying for a while, Chu Mu didn't know what was born inside the artistic conception of Jin, so he could only confirm that it was an artistic conception. Although within half a year, Chu Mu had read a large number of classics, had a deeper understanding of the world of the swordsman, and knew that there were many kinds of artistic conception, but the artistic conception born inside the artistic conception of Jin had not yet emerged and could not be judged.

After plenty of rest, Chu Mu was energetic the next day and went to the arena again to participate in the new round of swordsmanship finals.

"Junior brother, you are here." Zhuge Ming arrived earlier than Chu Mu. When he saw Chu Mu arrive, he greeted him.

Huang Buku also nodded to Chu Mu with an unconventional smile, saying hello, and Chu Mu naturally responded.

Zhu Tianzhao and Zhao Longkun looked at Chu Mu coldly.

Different people have different attitudes.

After a simple opening remark, the second round of the final of Sword Art is King begins.

After one game after another, Chu Mu discovered that each game was basically the first round of winning students against the winners, and the defeated students against the defeated students.

If the students who have been winning will go all the way up, while those who have lost go to a higher ranking must defeat their opponents and win before they are qualified to continue going up, otherwise they can only go all the way down.

No matter what, the lowest ranking of one thousand contestants is definitely the first thousand.

For other students, this ranking is quite good. But for the parties involved, especially when they know that they have crazy rewards to enter the top 100, they are even more overwhelmed and want to dig into the top 100.

"The 18th round of the second round: Chu Mu of the Ninth Court vs. Zhao Longkun of the Ninth Court." As the referee announced his defeat loudly, Zhao Longkun stood up impatiently.

"Go to the sword table, I will tell you that there is no good ending for being too arrogant." Zhao Longkun walked to Chu Mu in two steps, staring at Chu Mu condescendingly, and said coldly.

"I hope you can do it." Chu Mu smiled, responded lightly, and slowly stood up.

"It turned out to be a battle between students in the same academy." The students from other academys whispered.

"This is inevitable. No matter how the referee arranges it, the fight between the students in the same academy will be extremely avoided. Moreover, the referees' arrangements are adjusted based on the performance of the participants in the last round of the competition."

Amid these discussions, Zhao Longkun used his body skills to lead, as if the competition between him and Chu Mu had begun. He came to the sword fighting platform first, and selected the competition sword weapon and jumped onto the sword fighting platform.

Chu Mu took two steps slower and also selected a good competition sword weapon to jump onto the sword fighting platform.

"I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. You injured several members of this gang that day. This time, I will seek justice for them. Let you also taste the feeling of being injured." Zhao Longkun stared at Chu Mu, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he said coldly.

"These words cannot hurt me." Chu Mu responded lightly.

"I hope you can still be so arrogant then." Zhao Longkun set out his sword.

In the idea of ​​hurting Chu Mu, Zhao Longkun's sword was merciless and as soon as it was unfolded, it was approaching with one sword. The sword shadows were heavy, and there were sword lights entangled, making it difficult to tell the truth.

The mixing of sword shadow and sword light is also a small skill, but this skill is OK for ordinary swordsmen, but for Chu Mu, it seems inequality.

The true body of Zhao Longkun's sword weapon was hidden in the sword shadow and the sword light. The sword light was fierce and dazzling, and it stabbed Chu Mu in the chest like a broken bamboo, intending to injure Chu Mu.

But he didn't know that Chu Mu had seen through his tricks.

Draw the sword without hesitation!

The sword that Chu Mu swung out and shot out with a dazzling sword light. Under the sword, Zhao Longkun's sword shadow and sword light were all broken.

Zhao Longkun's face changed and he quickly moved to the side. At the same time, he turned his wrist and turned the sword out to slash, slashing towards Chu Mu's shoulder, making it even more fierce.

To respond to changes in the same way, Chu Mu's sword still swung out. He was sure that before Zhao Longkun's sword hit him, his sword would be the first to hit Zhao Longkun.

This kind of grasp is 200%!

It seemed that he also understood this point, and Zhao Longkun had to forcefully withdraw the sword and quickly retreated.

Suddenly he jumped up in the air again and cut Chu Mu's forehead with a sword.

If Chu Mu's sword continues to be cut, Zhao Longkun's sword will first cut Chu Mu's forehead, and Chu Mu will definitely be injured.

This sword changes too fast and is very sudden, and it is more sensible than Zhong Liyang and others.

Many students shouted in a low voice, and many people's expressions changed. If they were suddenly facing this sword, they would be caught off guard even if they did not lose on the spot.

"Cold-faced man, how do you deal with it?" Huangfu Feiyan shook her hands, a little nervous.

"If you can't even deal with this kind of trick, it's just a waste." Qi Shaofan thought to himself.

It was almost time for him to say that Zhao Longkun's sword had been cut to Chu Mu's forehead, only one finger away.

Chu Mu's expression had not changed, and he was as calm as before, as if he didn't know that Zhao Longkun's sword was about to cut his forehead.

"Be hurt for me." Zhao Longkun showed a hint of joy on his face, and a ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. The speed of this sword accelerated by a minute, and he seemed to see the scene of Chu Mu's head bleeding.

Suddenly, a severe pain spread in his chest, and Chu Mu in front of him seemed to fly back quickly, and his sword was powerless.

With a bang, Zhao Longkun flew into the air a few meters away, and his whole body fell to the ground, his limbs facing the sky a little embarrassed, his chest felt a little pain when he breathed, and his face was twisted.

Chu Mu stood with his sword, looked at Zhao Longkun, looked at the referee, waiting for an announcement.

"what happen?"

"Why did Zhao Longkun fly backwards?"

"Chu Mu's sword seemed to accelerate suddenly and hit Zhao Longkun."

"So fast sword speed." Fu She licked his lips and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, and his eyes seemed to have fallen in love with a satisfied prey.

"It's indeed a very fast sword, but it's still not fast enough." Ye Xiaokai, who was known for his sword speed in the last twelfth place, smiled slightly and said something that seemed contradictory.

However, Huangfu Cangyue, Wan Pan and Jiang Yuhuan, the top three, looked motionless. For them, this sword speed was not enough.

Zhao Longkun struggled to get up, covered his chest with his left hand, his cheeks twitched, and his eyes narrowed and stared at Chu Mu. He held the sword in his right hand and moved slowly, as if he was not going to admit defeat.

A flash of figure. Chu Mu stepped on his messy steps, his speed was fast, and his sword was filled with dazzling sword light. He slashed at Zhao Longkun hard.

Zhao Longkun's eyes were irritated and his heart was closed unconsciously, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew something was wrong, so he quickly waved the sword in his hand to form a series of sword shadows to try to resist.

The chest was bombarded again, and there was a sensation of pain. The whole person could not control his back four or five steps in a row. He fell to the ground with his butt, and did not fall down until his hands were supported on the ground. He only felt difficulty breathing.

Zhao Longkun knew that there must be obvious bruises on his chest. He would feel tingling when he moved.

Just as he was about to struggle to get up, Zhao Longkun felt something cold in his throat, and he couldn't help but pause, looked up and saw Chu Mu's calm eyes and face.

"You..." As soon as Zhao Longkun made a sound, he felt a pain in his chest and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

"Chu Musheng." The referee glanced and announced loudly.

"I knew that Chu Mu would definitely win." Liang Haishan said excitedly.

"Yeah, the cold-faced man won." Huangfu Feiyan clapped his palms.

"Brother wins again." Huangfu Kuang was also happy, but at the same time he was helpless: "I didn't expect the gap between me and my brother was widened again."

Huangfu Feiyan's little face frowned. She curled her lips and felt a little depressed. Before she knew it, the cold-faced man who was not as good as them at the beginning not only caught up, but also surpassed them, and then left them far away.

This is a very helpless but has to face it.

"This Chu Mu still doesn't show all his sword skills, I feel it." Referee No. 1 said.

"I also feel this way. Zhao Longkun's weight is not enough." The second referee also said.

"Chief referee, what do you think?" asked the referee No. 3.

"There is no chance in the second round. I'll arrange for him a good opponent in the third round." The referee did not make any comments, but said lightly.

As soon as he said that, the referees immediately began to study what a sufficiently qualified opponent was.

The top ten last year?

No, although they knew that Chu Mu had not yet shown all his sword skills, they didn't know how much Chu Mu still retained. If the opponent he arranged was too strong and Chu Mu was defeated in an instant, it would be their dereliction of duty.

Therefore, the arrangement of this opponent is very debatable.

"It's interesting, it's fun." Qi Shaofan sneered secretly.

Chu Mu returned to his seat, while Zhao Longkun went to the lounge. He was injured and needed to deal with it to prevent the injury from worsening.

Zhu Tianzhao stared at Chu Mu with anger, and she wanted to slash Chu Mu under the sword immediately.

After all, Zhao Longkun was the deputy leader of the Aojian Gang. He was defeated by Chu Mu, and it was quite simple. There is no doubt that Chu Mu's reputation became famous, which was equivalent to stepping on Zhao Longkun's "corpse".

Whether it is the previous conflict or the current conflict, the grudge between Chu Mu and the Ao Jian Gang is not so easy to settle. As the current leader of the gang, Zhu Tianzhao must teach Chu Mu a lesson whether it is out of personal preference or for the Ao Jian Gang.

"You'd better pray that you don't meet me, otherwise..." Zhu Tianzhao's sword energy was transmitted, and the sound came into Chu Mu's ears, full of threats. Although he didn't say anything later, he thought he knew what it would be.

"If you meet me, I will give you a surprise." Chu Mu also responded with a voice from his sword energy.

"Hmph, if it weren't for Zhuge Ming, I would have let you know that the sky was high and the earth was thick." Zhu Tianzhao looked at Chu Mu coldly and looked at Zhuge Ming again. If Zhuge Ming had not asked him before and threatened that he would keep Chu Mu, if he dared to attack Chu Mu, how could Zhu Tianzhao let Chu Mu not cause trouble for him for more than half a year?

Chu Mu did not respond, looked at Zhuge Ming, and then realized that there was a relationship between Zhuge Brother, otherwise he would have been in trouble at that time.

No matter what, Zhuge Ming was still quite caring about himself.

Chu Mu will repay him if he has the chance.
Chapter completed!