His voice reverberated as blood dripped. The two voices intertwined, causing the air to become even more deathly silent.
At this moment, the expressions of the outer court disciples were somewhat helpless.
They all hoped that Chu Xingyun could seize the position of champion and create a brand new history. The more they thought about it, the thicker this thought became, and it had already risen to the peak.
But in the end, Chu Xingyun was firmly suppressed by Lu Xing. He was simply unable to resist Lu Xing's attacks. As soon as they clashed, he was injured, and even his blood was sucked away by the Blood Curse Sword.
This caused their hopes to be dashed, and it was somewhat difficult for them to accept.
Besides these outer court disciples, on the high platform, the four Sword Masters of the Skill Imparting Faction also let out sighs.
Fan Wujie's eyes had long since opened, and his gaze was somewhat dim. Evidently, he was not satisfied with this result, and faintly revealed a disappointed expression.
Chu Xingyun's body stood perfectly straight, without any sense of defeat. He raised his head and looked directly at Lu Xing. "I'm only injured, and not powerless to continue fighting. Why do you say that I've lost?"
"That strike just now has already injured you. If I can injure you once, I can injure you a second time. I can even take your life!" Lu Xing's voice was very cold, but at the same time, it was filled with confidence.
He raised the Blood Curse Sword and pointed it at Chu Xingyun from afar. He said, "Two years ago, I stepped into the Sky Spirit Realm and became a Successor Disciple of the Wanjian Pavilion. But it was also at that time that I left the Wanjian Pavilion."
"In these two years, I've crossed countless mountain ranges and walked through various dangerous situations. At the same time, I've also encountered various kinds of dangers. I've seen the fickleness of the mortal world, and gradually, killing people has become a common thing for me."
"In a battle, the winner lives and the loser dies. If you want to live, you must take the life of your opponent. For this, every sword strike you make is extremely important. Even if your chest is pierced and you only have one last breath left, as long as you can exchange for a killing blow, that is enough."
As he spoke, drops of blood flowed out from Lu Xingyun's injured arm and dyed the ground red. However, he didn't care. He didn't even look at it and continued to point his sword at Chu Xingyun.
"My sword is the perfect killing sword. From this point of view, you have already lost to me. Even if you attack again, the result will not change!"
With Lu Xing's body as the center, the blood-red storm swept out once again. This time, the blood-red color was even thicker than before. The sound of the sword whistled, shaking the void.
"The perfect killing sword?"
Chu Xingyun murmured. He shook his head at Lu Xingyun and said, "You ignore everything and only want to kill with one sword strike. This is indeed powerful, but it is far from being perfect. The real perfection is to use heaven and earth as your sword. Wherever heaven and earth is your sword, there is nowhere to escape and no one can block it."
Lu Xingyun suddenly frowned. He didn't understand what Chu Xingyun meant.
He looked at Chu Xingyun, and discovered that Chu Xingyun's aura was continuously rising. His pitch-black hair was fluttering in the wind, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind. Bursts of violent wind swept up on the stage.
Whoosh!
Wu Ling's sword bloomed and trembled above Chu Xingyun's head. The sword shadow blurred and turned into thousands of light spots, merging into Chu Xingyun's body. At the same time, it also merged into the remnant light.
At this moment, Chu Xingyun's figure was devilishly handsome and sharp. He stood there, as if he was communicating with heaven and earth, as if he had obtained the essence of heaven and earth.
The blood-red storm on Lu Xing's body was still there, but at this moment, his aura was completely suppressed.
"What's going on?"
The crowd let out cries of surprise. Those outer sect disciples who had been thoroughly disappointed had their eyes lit up with hope again. They clenched their fists and looked over without blinking.
Fan Wujie, who was sitting on the throne, seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly stood up and his eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"Since you still want to fight, I'll accompany you!" Lu Xing snorted coldly. His body merged into the blood-red storm, enveloping Chu Xingyun and drowning him again.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Multiple sword shadows wreaked havoc, mixed with fearless aura, and rushed towards Chu Xingyun. The Blood Curse Sword hummed and disturbed the void. It was already emitting a ferocious and bloodthirsty aura, wanting to drink Chu Xingyun's blood. It was ferocious and ferocious.
At the same time, Chu Xingyun took a step forward, and the remnant light in his hand released a dazzling white light. It swept into the void and communicated with heaven and earth, swallowing the supreme aura of heaven and earth.
This sword move was sloppy and ordinary, simple to the extreme.
However, at the moment when the white light collided with the blood-red sword shadow, the terrifying blood-red sword shadow exploded and shattered, revealing Lu Xing's shocked and incredulous face.
"Blood Shadow!"
A voice came out from Lu Xing's teeth. Surging blood Qi shrouded his body and he kept retreating, trying to avoid this sharp sword.
Unfortunately, no matter how he tried to dodge, Lu Xing was still unable to avoid this sword. It was as if this sword had come from heaven and earth and had reached a point where it could not be avoided.
"Slash!"
As Chu Xingyun's voice fell, the sword radiance shone brightly and the ultimate light shot into the sky, annihilating the blood-red storm in the sky. It was infinitely close to Lu Xing.
Lu Xing blocked with the Blood Curse Sword in front of his chest, but his body was still sent flying. He kept spitting out blood and finally fell heavily on the arena. His aura instantly became weak.
"He won!"
Everyone witnessed this scene with their own eyes, and they were all shocked.
Chu Xingyun had turned the tables and defeated Lu Xing, winning the championship of the Heaven-Ascending Sword Meet.
"In the last battle, he still has a trump card. This guy really knows how to keep people in suspense!" Lei Yuanguang laughed and even stood up, dancing with joy.
The other three Sword Masters also stood up in surprise and excitement, staring at the handsome figure in the arena.
Chu Xingyun was already a member of the Technique Imparting Lineage, and they were proud of him.
"The championship belongs to none other than you!" Xia Qingcheng clenched her fists tightly. She was also proud of Chu Xingyun.
"Wanjian Pavilion should also change." Fan Wujie smiled. There seemed to be a deeper meaning in his words.
Shui Qianyue was so emotional that she shed tears. She had seen Chu Xingyun become the champion with her own eyes. During this process, she was surprised, worried, disappointed, and hopeful.
Even she did not realize that Luo Yun's figure had been flashing in her mind for the past two days, and all her thoughts were on Luo Yun.
She stared at the martial arts arena in the distance, raised her hands, and cheered loudly.
However, her voice did not reach Chu Xingyun's ears.
This was because the crowd around her was also cheering loudly. The 70,000 Outer Disciples looked at Chu Xingyun with burning eyes and shocked hearts. They used their cheers to express their admiration for him.
Two days later, the Heaven-Ascending Sword Meet finally came to an end.
Chu Xingyun became the champion.
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