No one expected that Mr. Zhu could not stop the unarmed Wei Yuan even if he had reached his full realm. This was incredible.

Of course, Liang Yue, Qin Chenguan and others naturally saw the clues.

When Wei Yuan took action, he chose to control everything in a very subtle way before Mr. Zhu's old power had already left, and to use skillful power to break the power to fight back the half-step fetal breathing power without his hands.

This method may be effective in the competition, but if it is a real life-and-death battle, the result will be different.

But even so, they were still shocked by Wei Yuan's strength. With such clever control, the other party's sword trajectory, angle, and strength are all well aware of. It seems that Wei Yuan's sword trait cannot be underestimated.

The only person who had no mood change in the whole audience was afraid that the third prince Liang Zhu who ignored everything. The prince Xiaoyao only cared about tasting tea and eating cakes, and did not turn around and compete in the whole process.

After being guided by Wei Yuan, Mr. Zhu adjusted his body and fell to the ground, with a cold face, "With two brushes, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant, but it's not enough to just rely on these!"

As the words fell, Mr. Zhu had no reservations anymore. The green breath in his hand was swirling, and the spiritual energy was running in an orderly manner. He took a deep breath, looked at Wei Yuan, and said lightly, "I'm going to be real next. Don't pretend to not draw the sword anymore, otherwise you will die!"

Hearing this, Wei Yuan still shook his head, "You are not worthy!"

"Seeking death!"

Mr. Zhu finally couldn't help it. Wei Yuan was too arrogant.

After slashing the remaining bluestone slab, Mr. Zhu stepped out his sword. This sword was no longer a fancy sword move, but a murderous sword that would only be used if he really fought with others.

When a sword was stabbed out, everyone was shocked. This young master Zhu was indeed not simple. Looking at the sword technique, he was probably not far from igniting the sword intent.

"I'm afraid something is going to happen now."

"It's just that Wei Yuan is ungrateful. Even if he dies, he deserves it!"

On the central high platform, the second prince narrowed his eyes, and Qin Chen was expressionless, and they had no intention of taking action.

In the second prince's opinion, if Wei Yuan cannot take this sword, it is not worth winning over by himself. Moreover, looking at the sword talent that Wei Yuan has shown just now, it is probably not difficult to take this sword.

Sure enough, facing the stabbing sword, Wei Yuan's face did not change his expression, but instead advanced, and took a step forward, and his spiritual energy instantly gathered on his fingertips. The next moment, the sword energy roared out and pointed at him.

"Cen!"

The sound of the symphony of gold and iron came, and Wei Yuan used his two fingers to form a sword, fighting with Mr. Zhu back and forth, it was difficult to decide the outcome for a moment.

"This..." Everyone was shocked. Wei Yuan was too evil. He was able to gain the upper hand just now. First of all, it can be said that Mr. Zhu was not serious, and it was Wei Yuan who came to take advantage of the situation.

But now it seems that these remarks seem so absurd. Mr. Zhu, who is murderous intent, has long stopped at all. Even so, he still cannot gain much benefit from Wei Yuan's hands. This shows how terrifying Wei Yuan's strength is.

"Zhang Bo, your vision is indeed good."

Liang Yue looked at the battle in the field with a smile, turned her head and praised Zhang Bo behind her.

Zhang Bo finally came back to his senses from the shock. To be honest, he didn't expect that Wei Yuan's strength was so strong. He always thought that Wei Yuan had very high strategy, but his realm and strength should be around the eighth grade.

But today he realized that he was wrong, all of them were wrong. If what Wei Yuan said was not false, his realm was only seventh grade, but his strength had long surpassed the ninth grade. This person was not only extremely cunning, but also did not give in too much strength. If he could not pull him to his side, he would probably become a terrifying enemy in the future.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Mr. Zhu was almost beaten to autism. His nine-grade half-step fetal breathing state was close to the sword technique that triggered the sword intent. It was so unbearable in the hands of this little seventh-grade cultivator. The most important thing was that the other party didn't even pull out the sword.

After the two fought again, they opened up in a wrong way. Mr. Zhu's face was gloomy and he held the long sword in his hand tightly, "This is what you forced me!"

As the words were finished, the long sword returned to the sheath and was put into the waist. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand and wanted to pull it out. All the sword energy was gathered back, pouring it into the sheath like a sea and embracing it on the sword edge.

Anyone can see the extraordinaryness of this sword. Such a vast and majestic sword energy is integrated into a sword. The power can be imagined.

Seeing this scene, the second prince frowned slightly, looked at Qin Chenguan and smiled, "Young Master Qin is not going to stop him?

This is the Prime Minister's Mansion. If the Imperial College Invigilator dies here, it will probably cause unnecessary trouble."

"If you die, you will die. If you have no eyes on the sword, you will die in the competition. It can only be considered that he is not good at learning skills. Even if Lord Jijiu comes in person, he will probably not have a broken-up with the Prime Minister's Mansion for a small candidate."

Qin Chenguan did not give Liang Yue face.

Although Prime Minister Qin Xuanfu was not a party of the prince, he was not a second prince, and he was independent and not restricted by any party. With Qin Xuanfu's power, although the prince and the second prince were both afraid, he did not dare to attack him. The head of the civil servant was like a giant beast lying on the court, and there was only one person who could ride on the head of this giant beast.

When Liang Yue was not angry when he heard Qin Chenguan's answer, he just nodded slightly and turned to continue looking at the two people in the field.

Zhang Bo frowned slightly and whispered, "Your Highness the Second Prince, if you want to win over it, it is the best choice to save his life at this time."

"No hurry."

Liang Yue waved his hand slightly, "This Wei Yuan is not simple, it is unknown who wins and who loses."

"Sword drawing!"

The explosion sounded out, and Mr. Zhu held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out fiercely. The sound of the sword rushed into the sky. The sword energy compressed in the sword sheath poured out at the moment of drawing the sword, just like a sky flood breaking the dike.

The speed of this sword was as fast as a terrifying geek. What was even more surprising was that at the moment the sword was slashed out, a false force in the world was pulled and attached to the sword edge.

"What!"

The moment I felt that power, everyone present changed slightly.

Qin Chenguan narrowed his eyes, "Sword Intent, I really didn't expect that such a battle could also trigger the sword intent."

"Oh my God, it's the sword intent. Mr. Zhu is indeed a talented man. I think Wei Yuan must be defeated now."

"It's right. He took the blame for the world and questioned that sword intent is the ultimate sword technique. It was just a lesson to be taught by Mr. Zhu's sword intent."

The smile on Mr. Zhu's face became more and more ferocious, and he laughed to the sky, "Sword Intent, I finally realized the sword Intent. Wei Yuan, it's really thanks to you. In return, you will be the first soul I die under my sword Intent!"

As he said that, the strength in his hand increased by three points, and he slashed down desperately. The sword light lingered and the strong wind blew, and the entire front yard of the prime minister's mansion was in chaos.

On the high platform, Liang Yue frowned slightly. He didn't expect that this person named Zhu could really activate the sword intent. Now he dared not guarantee who will win or lose in this battle.

After all, it is well known that the same sword stabbed out, and the difference between having sword intent and not having sword intent is surprisingly great. This sword was cut out with the strength of the fetal breathing realm, and I am afraid that even the real fetal breathing power will not dare to take it head-on.
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