Chapter 39: accident

The long sword slashed and collided with the long whip, making a harsh roar.
Zheng Shui's figure also slipped several meters on the ground under the action of the reaction force.
Song Zijin sees this. It is also the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you. Controlling the long whip and constantly attacking Zheng Shui.
However, Zheng Shui was unwilling to show weakness, and slammed his soles on the ground. Then rushed out.
In the struggle with the long whip, Zheng Shui still did not forget to take time to attack Song Zijin, who was hiding in the distance. He shot out fierce sword aura, but was evaded in advance under the latter's powerful mental power.
"What do you think the result will be?" At this moment, Chu Xuan asked the young man beside him, "Who will survive in the end?"
"Heh. Why don't you look at it? Then Song Zijin is dead." The young man shook his head in disdain, and said confidently. "An ordinary Tier 4 ability person dares to challenge a Tier 4 sword repair inheritor. I really don't know who gave him the courage."
"Oh? Why did you say this?" Chu Xuan asked with some doubts.
"The inheritor's cultivation has precious experience in memory, and the supernatural person is just groping and advancing step by step. Whose foundation is firmly established?" The young man said lightly.
Hearing that, Chu Xuan nodded clearly.
"Look. They seem to be about to zoom in." At this moment, someone around him exclaimed.
Hearing this, Chu Xuan couldn't help looking towards the platform of the battle.
I saw that the two had ended the previous wave of battle at this time. Located on both sides of the platform. Facing each other far away.
Although Zheng Shui's breathing was somewhat disordered. But it looks pretty good.
On the other hand, Song Zijin was a little embarrassed, his hair was unruly, and even his clothes were full of holes cut by sword energy.
He took a deep breath, maybe he already knew that if the fight went on, he would definitely lose. Song Zijin said lightly: "Zheng Shui, one move will determine the winner."
The voice fell. The long whip that had returned to his hand moved, and the barbs on it were unexpectedly separated, and when they looked carefully, they were extremely small sharp blades.
The sharp blade was floating in the air, shining with a little cold light!
Zheng Shui faced the dense knives, without the slightest panic on his face.
"Also, since you are looking for death, let's fulfill you."
Yinluo, a small golden sword that did not last a long time flew out of his mouth, quietly floating in the air,
Seeing this, Song Zijin's pupils suddenly shrank: "The sword of life, you have actually cultivated it!"
Then the golden little sword actually trembles slowly, splitting from above one golden little sword that looks like a phantom, but within a few short breaths, it has filled the space around Zheng Shui.
"Haha, Zheng Shui, torrential rain dragon!" Song Zijin laughed wildly, and started offending.
Under the control of his mental power, the countless sharp blades swept toward Zheng Shui not far away like a dense rain curtain.
"Illness!" Ignoring Song Zijin, Zheng Shui pointed at him and said lightly.
Afterwards, countless golden small swords swept away like a violent storm, colliding with the thin sharp blades in the sky!
The air was filled with the clanging of "ding, jingle, bells", and I don't know how the alloy platform was made, countless sword lights and sharp blades hit it, only sparking sparks.
The violent energy fluctuations in the field were constantly sweeping away, and the energy shield covering the top of the platform seemed to be under great pressure, and it began to flicker.
Seeing this, the surrounding audience suddenly exclaimed, and there were even riots in some places.