I’m Pretending To Be The Xiandaomen Sect Head Teacher

The next day, early morning.

Zhao Hong and Xu Mengyuan came to the sword stand early.

There are three other people who travel with him, two are swordsmen from Shangsanzhou, both of which are in the Gold Core late stage, and one is the prince of the Taijian Dynasty, who is also a Gold Core late stage.

In yesterday's competition, Xu Changsheng and Xu Changming were both eliminated because they were both injured.

After everyone walked onto the sword stand, Han Xinlin descended from the sky with his hands behind his back and wearing a profound robe.

He is responsible for the semifinals and finals.

Han Xinlin stood in the center of the sword stand, glanced at the people around him, and said: "Five in the semifinals, one bye."

"Two-by-two duel. If you win, you enter and enter the final, and those who have a bye can choose a loser to challenge. If they win, they can enter the final, and if they lose, they will be fifth."

After Han Xinlin finished speaking, he flipped his hand and took out five jade pendants.

"There are five numbers on the jade card, number one and number two play, number three and number four, number five is bye."

After that, Han Xinlin shuffled the order of the five jade tiles and placed them on the Magical Item to prevent anyone from using Spirit Power to detect them.

Countless people watched the situation on the sword stand, wondering if the disciples of the Xiandaomen would become opponents.

Zhao Hong. Xu Mengyuan took turns to draw jade medals, and whoever draws depends entirely on luck.

I don't know if it was luck or God's will. The opponents Zhao Hong and Xu Mengyuan drew were the two swordsmen from Shangsanzhou.

And bye, it was Prince Taijian.

Even Han Xinlin was a little surprised, this luck is no one.

Xiandaomen and Shangsanzhou were pinched again.

If he hadn't done anything, he doubted whether he had done it secretly.

After drawing numbers, Zhao Hong and Xu Mengyuan each walked to a sword stand and took out the spirit weapon.

In the restaurant, Wang Luoli and Gu Xian'er stood on the top of the building, watching the final competition.

Ge Elder and Chen Heitan, the two of them, swept the sky with their broomsticks.

The two of them made a mistake, and Jiang Beichen was not convenient to let them go to practice room cultivation, so they let the two of them sweep the world.

The two of them spared time to find something for themselves.

After Yang Qianshu was beaten by Jiang Beichen, he was a lot more honest. He didn't go to any trouble, and sat quietly in the restaurant every day, drinking and chatting.

On the sword stand.

Zhao Hong's opponent is a swordsman with an epee.

"In the next lonely wave, please enlighten me!" the epee swordsman cupped fist said.

The lone wolf is very well-developed, standing opposite Zhao Hong, half a head taller than Zhao Hong.

And his epee is very big, one foot taller than his own, and one foot wider than him, and there is a chain at the hilt for easy manipulation.

"Zhao Hong, it's polite!" Zhao Hong also responded with cupped fist.

Both of them are very polite, and they are not in a hurry to make a move, they are both looking at each other.

Zhao Hong looked at the epee of Lonely Wave, if it was swept away, it would probably hurt for a long time.

Lonely wave glanced at Zhao Hong's wide sword. If it was hit by a sword, it would probably be broken.

The spirit swords used by the two of them are relatively different, and they can be regarded as cherishing each other.

After all, these years, there are not many people who use alternative spirit swords.

Xu Mengyuan has already started fighting, and Zhao Hong and Lonely Lang are still looking at each other.

"Don't you have to wait for a long time?"

"I'm not sure, the duel between masters often takes a long time."

"Xiandao Sect is really talented!"

...

The swordsmen stood at the stage and whispered, waiting for the two on stage to start a wonderful battle.

Zhao Hong slowly clenched the wide sword with both hands, while Lonely Lang held the chain in one hand and the hilt in the other.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Everyone instantly moved their eyes to Zhao Hong and the others, staring closely.

Zhao Hong raised his head slightly, bursting out a powerful force, and rushed to the front of the lonely wave in the blink of an eye.

The lone wave swung the epee.

Cang!

The sword shadow flashed, and the sword was connected, and the battle between the two was over in an instant.

Everyone didn't see how Zhao Hong and Lonely wave shot, only saw Zhao Hong move and Lonely wave waved the epee.

After a few breaths, Zhao Hong stood up straight with the broad sword in his hand, blood flowing out of his arms, dripping down the broad sword to the ground.

"This is, lost?" Someone puzzled.

What happened?

"You are great and I look forward to fighting with you again."

After Lonely Wave finished speaking, he fell straight, there was a crack in his chest, and many bones were broken.

The battle between the two of them was not lasting, but a momentary burst of powerful force, and the victory or defeat was divided between one move.

"What happened just now?" Many swordsmen were puzzled. It was over too soon, right?

After posing for so long, the breath time is over?

Co-author, why do you do so much foreplay?

"Xiandao Sect disciple Zhao Hong, win!" Han Xinlin said.

Gui Lao jumped down from the restaurant, walked to Zhao Hong's side, and checked Zhao Hong's body.

The Spirit Power is exhausted, the internal organs are turbulent, and his arms are broken.

Gui Lao picked up Zhao Hong and returned to the restaurant.

"Gui Lao, how is it?" everyone hurried forward and asked.

"It doesn't matter if you get a little hurt, you can't die without me."

Guilao said taking out the holy spring, connecting his hands to Zhao Hong, and repairing his damaged internal organs.

Then, he placed him beside Lin Xuan and Xu Changsheng, and let the three sick people lie together.

"Yes, I'm dizzy again." Tang Chui shook his head.

Supervising the sky Elder took out the sky map and screened the battle between Zhao Hong and Lonely Lang just now, and slowed down the speed.

I saw that Zhao Hong held a wide sword in both hands, the speed was extremely fast, the Spirit Power in his body broke out completely, and his arms were faintly red.

And Lonely Wave, when Zhao Hong rushed over, he slashed with the heavy sword in both hands and collided with Zhao Hong's broad sword.

And Zhao Hong’s broad sword exploded with a powerful Sword Qi that hurt the lonely wave, and the gravity blow of the lonely wave damaged Zhao Hong’s internal organs and shattered Zhao Hong’s arm.

Both of them worked hard.

"So cruel!" After watching, Jiantian Elder turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hong, who had passed out of a coma.

Zhao Hong completely ignores his own body. Once overloaded, his body will not be damaged.

The disciples of the immortal sect were more ruthless than the other.

As Zhao Hong's battle ended, Xu Mengyuan also defeated his opponent with absolute strength.

As Xu Mengyuan's battle ended, everyone knew it.

The world's number one swordsman, either Zhao Hong or Xu Mengyuan.

"Prince Taijian, you can choose your opponent!" Han Xinlin looked at Prince Taijian wearing a python robe.

"Forget it, don't choose, I surrender." Prince Taijian smiled bitterly.

He just received an order from his father to give up the competition.

Leave some respect for the upper three states.

Otherwise, if you win, won't you just squeeze them down?

If you win, you won't necessarily be able to win the Immortal Gate, so let's just give up.

"Prince Taijian gave up, and in the afternoon, we will have the best swordsman competition in the world." Han Xinlin said.

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