Chapter 1750     Borrowing a sword

The monks nodded repeatedly and began to praise He Sheng's sword skills.

"I'm not mistaken! This immortal sword technique was actually Tu Qianlong created by the dean!"

"I didn't expect that Junior Brother He had successfully practiced the Dean's immortal sword technique."

"It's worthy of being Tu Qianlong, it's indeed a top-level fairy sword technique to defeat the enemy on the battlefield!"

"I see the competition after March, He Sheng will definitely be the first."

At this moment, Wei Wuji's eyes suddenly turned red, and blue veins swelled up on his forehead. His lowered face was full of resentment and shouted: "Open!"

I saw a majestic figure wearing a cloak appeared out of thin air on the two dragon-patterned sky hammers that crossed the Pojun sword. The figure also held a dragon-patterned sky hammer in his hand.

"This is the remnant power of the original owner. It's not good that Junior Brother He is in danger."

A monk said in surprise.

"The winner has been decided, Junior Brother He has already stopped his efforts. Why did Wei Wuji fight back?"

"Nangong Siming, please stop Wei Wuji as soon as possible. He must be crazy at this time. If he hurt Junior Brother He, it would be a bad idea."

Another monk shouted to Nangong Huai.

Su Qingzhu also said anxiously: "Senior Brother Nangong, please stop him!"

Su Qingzhu himself can also take action at this time, but this competition was initiated by Nangong Huai, so Nangong Huai is naturally the referee. If he interferes with the matter, it will definitely cause Nangong Huai's dissatisfaction.

Nangong Huai said coldly: "Junior Sister Su, don't worry. I think this game is not over yet. Junior Brother Wei still has tricks but has not used it. Why not take a look again!"

"But Wei Wuji has entered a violent state at this time. If he does not stop him, Wei Wuji will not be able to control himself, and what should he do if he eventually leads to a disaster?"

Su Qingzhu continued.

Seeing that Su Qingzhu was still worried, Nangong Huai immediately said angrily: "Junior Sister Su, don't you believe me?"

Since I dared to let them continue the competition, I had the ability to stop them."

Nangong Huai hoped that Wei Wuji would be ruined, so how could he stop him?

Su Qingzhu stomped her feet suddenly. Nangong Huai was her future partner after all. He had said this, and Su Qingzhu couldn't say anything else. At this time, she had to choose to believe Nangong Huai.

He Sheng also realized something was wrong and quickly used a flash of ghosts in the air to avoid the edge of the moment, but the general's movement was too fast. However, at the moment when He Shengsheng's idea of ​​escape, the general's shadow swung the dragon-patterned sky hammer in his hand and rushed towards He Sheng.

"Bang!"

He Sheng was hit by this powerful force and was directly knocked away more than ten meters away. He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood in his throat.

"Senior Brother He!"

Zhou Ling'er screamed and was about to rush forward, but was pulled by Zhou Yanzhao.

"Ling'er, you can't do anything when you go up now, it will only add a burden to He Sheng."

"Senior Brother Nangong, take action quickly!"

Su Qingzhu shouted again.

Nangong Huai said lightly: "No hurry, I believe Junior Brother He will not be defeated so easily."

At this moment, Wei Wuji laughed hideously, "He Sheng, go to die!"

As he spoke, his figure rushed to He Sheng at a speed of ten times faster than before. The general behind him swung the dragon-patterned sky hammer again and smashed it heavily.

For a moment, dust flew, and everyone's hearts were hanging.

"Senior Brother He!"

Zhou Ling'er cried out with pear blossoms in the rain.

Su Qingzhu glared at Nangong Huai in anger. At this moment, she was disappointed with this senior brother Nangong who had once admired her for the first time.

"Hey! Junior Brother He is gone, it seems that he has avoided this attack."

Suddenly, a monk said in surprise.

"Look, he is there, Junior Brother He is not hit."

Finally someone discovered He Sheng’s figure.

It turned out that at a critical moment, He Sheng used the flash ghost to avoid Wei Wuji's fatal blow.

The manic and restless Wei Wuji roared like a wild beast, "He Sheng, you can't escape!"

As soon as the sound fell, Wei Wuji swung the dragon-patterned sky hammer again and bombarded He Sheng.

He Sheng avoided again and again, but He Sheng also realized at this time that Wei Wuji's power was not something he could easily solve, and it was not a solution to continue like this.

With his current cultivation level, it is difficult to fight with the shadow of the general on the dragon pattern topped the sky hammer. Suddenly, He Sheng came to an idea. When he dodged Wei Wuji and attacked again, he rushed to Zhou Yanzhao not far away.

"Yan Zhao, borrow a sword!"

Since Wei Wuji relies on the remnant power of the original owner on the weapon, why can't he?

Zhou Yanzhao instantly understood what He Sheng wanted to do, and he tacitly threw the Blood Evil Immortal Sword out.

Nangong Huai's pupils shrank, and he seemed to realize He Sheng's thoughts. He Sheng wanted to use the Blood Evil Immortal Sword to deal with Wei Wuji. Things have come to this point. Although Nangong Huai felt that He Sheng might have survived the crisis, he did not stop it. If he stopped it at this time, no matter how stupid a person could see that he was deliberately targeting He Sheng.

The Blood Evil Immortal Sword was held in He Sheng's hand, and he still felt very hot, but at this time he didn't care much about it. What he wanted to use was the Immortal Sword, which was enough to compete with the Dragon Pattern Pintian Hammer.

At this time, Wei Wuji completely lost his consciousness. The only thing he remembered was to kill He Sheng. After sensing He Sheng's position, he rushed over again. This time, He Sheng did not dodge anymore, but waved the Blood Evil Immortal Sword in his hand.

I saw a blood-colored dragon dozens of feet long jumping out from the Blood-colored Immortal Sword, which had already reached the sky. This was the strongest move among the Thunder Qianlong that He Sheng had ever used on the demon tree. Although the blood-colored dragon was smaller at this time, the evil energy on the dragon's body almost condensed into substance.

The dragon's eyes are ferocious and the dragon's mouth is arrogant. The whole dragon is like traveling through countless corpses and seas of blood. It makes people feel lush and scattered when they see it.

But Wei Wuji couldn't feel this, and he rushed forward to kill Xiang Hesheng. When the general's phantom raised the dragon-patterned sky hammer and collided with the blood-colored dragon, the entire hall swayed, and the strong shock wave soared upwards, directly blasting a hole of dozens of feet in the roof of the hall. Everyone in the hall hurriedly controlled the spiritual power to form a defensive cover, which was not affected.

When the dust settled, a bloody figure flew backwards. It was Wei Wuji who had fainted, and He Sheng was still holding the sword and standing upright in the center of the hall.

"Senior Brother He won!"
Chapter completed!