"Xu Yiming, you can actually block the secret sword: Hengjiang!"

Xu Wenli took a deep breath and said Youran, "It seems that I underestimate you a little."

Xu Yiming snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. The secret sword of the wind is not an amazing skill. If your ability ends here, step down by yourself and don't make people laugh!"

The blue veins on Xu Wenli's forehead were beating slightly, and Xu Yiming's words also touched his reverse scales!

"Xu Yiming! I don't allow you to slander the secret sword of Feng in public. This is a unique skill created by the head of the family!" Xu Wenli gritted his teeth, "Okay, since you are so arrogant, don't blame me..."

Xu Wenli suddenly pinched out the sword technique and stabbed it out with a sword.

In front of Xu Yiming, flowers suddenly bloomed!

It is the flowers condensed by the sword energy. Although it is beautiful, it hides danger and murderous intent.

One, two, three...

For a time, dozens of sword energy were blooming, almost filling Xu Yiming's vision.

However, this gorgeous sight is just the beginning.

As Xu Wenli's long sword was handed out, dozens of flowers suddenly withered.

The autumn wind is solemn and the autumn spirit is withered.

Wind Six · Remaining Flowers!

Xu Wenli's voice sounded coldly in the sight of the remaining flowers in the sky:

"This sword embodies my twelve years of hard work! Can you stop it?"

At this time, both the arbitration coaches on the field and the coaches of the school teams watching the field from all sides were wide open.

"Artistic level secret skill!"

"Compared with the Hengjiang artistic conception just now, the artistic conception of the remaining flowers is more sharp."

"Jinghaixu's secret sword of wind is indeed unique, and it can allow the sealed warriors of the Second Pillar Realm to launch such a terrible attack."

"This is enough to reflect Xu Wenli's extraordinary talent. The children of the Xu clan all learned the secret sword of the wind, and I haven't seen a few people who can practice the secret sword to this level before."

On the stage, arbitration coach Yang Wuyi narrowed his eyes.

He was not watching Xu Yiming, but Xin Hao.

[Coach Xin, if you don’t take action, your students may be killed on the stage…]

To be fair, Yang Wuyi does not want Xu Yiming to be killed directly.

Because this will also be an indelible and painful memory for Xu Wenli. After all, Xu Yiming is his cousin.

Killing his cousin with his own hands on the ring is enough to become Xu Wenli's heartbrokenness, and even evolve into an inner demon, making Xu Wenli's future path difficult!

However, it is impossible for Yang Wuyi to interrupt the game. He can only rely on Xin Hao.

However, Xin Hao did not move any action, just watched coldly.

[Damn it... It's said that the wind snake is cold-blooded, and I finally saw it today...]

Yang Wuyi gritted his teeth, diverted his gaze, and stared at Xu Yiming.

...

In Xu Yiming's vision, the sky was filled with the scene of withering flowers, a solemn autumn feeling filled his heart.

“Twenty-four flowers.”

Xu Yiming was not panicked, and he even counted the number of sword energy flowers.

Then, the corners of Xu Yiming's mouth shied thirty degrees.

"I still haven't practiced yet, Xu Wenli."

The scenes from the past few days flashed in Xu Yiming's mind.

On the rooftop, Xin Hao and Xu Yiming stood opposite each other.

Xin Hao: "Today, I am simulated by the second artistic level killer move of the Secret Sword of Wind, Canhua! This move is quite sharp. I will attack you with the limit of the peak of the second pillar realm. You may be seriously injured or even die."

Xu Yiming: "Without the enlightenment of dying, you cannot find a way to solve it. Please, Coach Xin!"

Xin Hao pulled out the wooden sword and stabbed it out with a crooked sword.

Thirty-six sword energy flowers bloomed around Xu Yiming. The solemn autumn spirit filled Xu Yiming's vision, as if filling the entire world.

...

The scene returns to the ring.

Feng Liu·The Remnant Flower completely surrounded Xu Yiming.

It seemed as if in the next second, Xu Yiming would be killed by countless tiny sword energy in the artistic conception of the residual flowers that were eclipsing.

However, in the next second, everyone heard a "ding" sound.

The sound of the sword falling to the ground.

The flowers are gone in the sky, the rain is scattered, the clouds are harvesting, as if they have never existed.

Tick, tick.

Xu Wenli's wrist, a trace of blood oozed out and fell.

But Xu Yiming passed by, the sword in his hand was stained with blood.

Xu Wenli looked back with difficulty.

"You... can you actually break my secret sword?"

Xu Yiming snorted coldly, without looking back: "I have said a long time ago that the secret sword of wind is not a great skill!"

Xu Wenli's face lost its blood color, and the feeling of shame rose, but she was unable to refute it.

In this field, everything the winner says is right, and the loser even breathes are wrong.

Of course, this rule is not limited to this arena...

Xu Wenli's wrist meridians were damaged. This was his usual hand, and he was no longer able to fight.

In the AD, Xu Wenli was ruined in this life. How could the swordsman who couldn't even hold up chopsticks in his right hand fight?

However, in the Lingzi era, Xu Wenli, as a sealed warrior, only needed two days to recover his combat power.

Even if you break your hand, as long as you connect it in time, it will only take ten days and half a month to recover as before.

This is a gift from the Lingzi era. Its powerful resilience is a gift to the sealed warriors and a curse.

After Yang Wuyi confirmed Xu Wenli's condition, he said something to the host Xia He with a complicated expression.

Xia He reacted quickly and immediately announced:

"The general won the decisive battle, Jinghai No. 1 Middle School admitted defeat. Gaocheng No. 1 Middle School general Xu Yiming won, Gaocheng No. 1 Middle School won!"

Wow!

The audience, who finally saw the results, caused a low sensation.

Most students at Jinghai No. 1 Middle School cannot accept all this.

Failed?

We at Jinghai No. 1 Middle School will lose in Jinghai competition area?

Disappointed, depressed, puzzled.

All kinds of emotions spread on the field.

As the team of the sealed warriors and the two sides who appear in the game, you can feel the changes in the audience's mood most.

"Nothing is strange. Gaocheng No. 1 Middle School is too well prepared."

"Yes, Coach Xin's guidance has made a great contribution."

"I've seen a good show. Jing Haixu's secret sword of Feng was actually cracked to this point by his own children."

"After all, Xu Wenli has not yet mastered it."

Jiang Cheng can also hear some of the comments from coaches from all sides.

Seeing that Xu Yiming, who had ended his blood sacrifice state and couldn't even walk steadily, Jiang Cheng sighed in his heart.

In the duel between Jinghai No. 1 Middle School, he and Xu Yiming were both angry.

This game can be reversed from a huge disadvantage to the final victory. Although Xu Yiming is important, the role played by Jiang Cheng is definitely important.

Zhou Zhengpeng, the deputy general of the Second Pillar Realm, was a natural barrier in front of Xu Yiming. If Jiangcheng had not launched the GANK in time and knocked down Zhou Zhengpeng, Xu Yiming would not have been able to fight against Xu Wenli in a perfect state.

Xu Wenli's strength is indeed stronger than Xu Yiming, and even more than all the generals in the Jinghai competition area! If it weren't for the blood sacrifice tactics that Xu Yiming had been preparing for for a long time, Xu Wenli would never have been defeated in the Jinghai competition area.
Chapter completed!