Chapter 968： Lightning sword

Hearing the discussion around him, Xue Ziqian seemed to be like a dog, drinking a glass of ice water, and he was extremely happy.

He stared at Wen Xiaojue with a smile, "Do you still want me to do three tricks?"

Wen Xiaojue heard the words, his face was red and blue.

"Noisy!"

Finally, Wen Xiaojue, who turned into anger, didn't care about the three tricks, and raised his hand to stab a sword.

Wen Xiaojue's nickname is Lightning Sword, but it's not a vain name.

His swordsmanship is indeed as fast as lightning.

laugh!

A soft sound came out!

Soon, white light flashed all over the sky!

Wen Xiaojue's sword, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, went straight to Xue Ziqian's heart.

Upon seeing this, Xue Ziqian raised his knife to block.

Ding Ding Ding...

A series of dense gold and iron strikes sounded instantly.

At the end, this voice was almost a city!

Everyone felt that in their ears, it seemed as if there was a sudden explosion of anger, and their eardrums hummed.

"hiss!"

The disciples of each school suddenly took a breath!

"Horror, Wen Xiaojue stabbed at least dozens of swords between this one!"

"It's not dozens of swords, it's ninety-nine-eighty-one swords, the lightning sword is a novelty, it really deserves its reputation!"

"At this speed, few people in the world can reach it!"

"Compared to Wen Xiaojue, what shocked me more was Xue Ziqian, he actually blocked them all!"

"Why did Xue Ziqian suddenly become so powerful? Didn't he lose to Wen Xiaojue a few months ago?"

"The people of the Hundred Flower Sect are weird. Haven't you noticed that all the disciples of the Hundred Flower Sect who played in the battle have become better?"

The voices of discussion around, sounded again.

Every one of them has a look of surprise on their faces!

In the Zhanxinglou camp, the voice fell silent.

Wen Xiaojue's most powerful stunt was blocked by Xue Ziqian, which made many disciples of the Star Reaching Tower feel bad in their hearts.

The disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect today behaved so strangely. Everyone seemed to be reborn. It was incredible!

On the contrary, in the Hundred Flower Sect camp, cheers began to spread.

"Senior Brother Xue, great!"

"I knew that with a big brother, our Hundred Flower Sect would never lose to any sect!"

"Brother Xue, come on, try to defeat Wen Xiaojue!"

"Our Hundred Flowers Sect is not a weak chicken!"

Hearing the cheers of the disciples of Baihuazong, the audience was silent.

The performance of the disciples of the Hundred Flower Sect today is indeed impeccable!

The promise on the theme was filled with joy.

He squinted at the great elder Duan Muyi beside him, but saw that Duan Muyi's face was gloomy and seemed extremely unhappy.

Upon seeing the promise, his heart suddenly let out a bad breath.

"Look at you, old fellow, dare you still say that I am partial to Hundred Flowers Sect!"

In the previous big competitions, the actions that promised to protect the Hundred Flowers Sect would be criticized by Duanmuyi and other members of the Presbyterian Church, which made him quite embarrassed every time.

Therefore, the performance of Hundred Flowers Sect today really made him feel a little exasperated.

The Feixia faction envoy on the side said with a little surprise: "The rumors of the Hundred Flowers Sect is not extremely weak. Now it seems that the rumors are not true!"

Duanmuyi's face became even harder to look upon hearing Special Envoy Wu's words.

"A group of women who are lucky with shit!"

When Duanmuyi was depressed, he could only curse secretly to vent his dissatisfaction.

In the field, Wen Xiaojue's look was also extremely ugly.

The lightning sword he was so proud of did not even hurt Xue Ziqian's hair?

This made Wen Xiaojue hardly believe this fact.