Joy of Life: Rebirth of the Second Prince, Inviting Emperor Qing to Die

"Accept!"

Zhang Xuan shouted softly, and the long sword in his hand shook rapidly, and several sword shadows flashed quickly.

Then, these sword shadows went towards Chen Bei.

Not only that, the aura emitted by those sword shadows became even stronger.

"Ah!"

"Break it for me!"

Chen Bei looked at the sword shadow coming towards him and immediately roared angrily.

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the machete tightly in his hand and exerted even more powerful force, preparing to use it to fight back.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Every time Chen Bei swung his machete, he would knock down the oncoming sword shadow.

Then, after a fierce fight, the two bodies separated again.

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

The sweat on their faces began to fall continuously and drip onto the ground on the ring.

In this competition, there is no absolute winner or loser, only the persistence and pursuit of martial arts.

"boom!"

Soon, the two men rushed forward again, each swinging the weapons in their hands.

When the weapons collided, there were bursts of noise and sparks.

Afterwards, after fighting for more than a dozen rounds, the two separated again.

Zhang Xuan stood on the stage, the long sword in his hand, under the sunlight, began to emit a cold light.

Even in hot weather, a hint of coolness can be felt.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Chen Bei opposite him, and a sneer appeared on his face again.

However, Zhang Xuan began to feel a slight numbness in his palm as he gripped the sword.

It seems that the battle just now has completely exceeded his expectations.

The opponent in front of me is actually more troublesome than I imagined.

However, even so, he still did not back down.

Now that the battle has reached this point, there is no chance to retreat.

Win or die!
It is better to die and be done with it all than to live in humiliation.

However, after taking a few steps back, Chen Bei held the machete tightly in his hand.

The blade was thick, and several fine blood grooves were faintly visible on the blade.

When the sun begins to shine, it begins to sparkle with a smart breath.

At this moment, when Chen Bei was gripping the handle of the knife tightly, he felt a numbness in his palm.

He also knew that Zhang Xuan in front of him was not easy to deal with. If he didn't show his true ability quickly, it would be wishful thinking to win the game.

When Chen Bei thought of this, he couldn't help but yelled:

"Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the machete in his hand forward again.

When Zhang Xuan saw this, he began to shake his sword and swung it quickly.

The tip of the long sword began to draw a graceful arc in the air.

"when!"

In mid-air, the sound of weapons colliding was heard again.

Chen Bei grinned, stepped back a few steps, and held the machete in his hand across his chest: "Hey, come again!"

Before Chen Bei finished speaking, Henry Zhang had already moved.

The stone slab under his feet suddenly made a sound.

Immediately afterwards, his figure was like a ghost, and his sword turned into a silver light and went straight to Chen Bei's throat.

This sword was as fast as lightning, yet it also had a certain elegance.

This move is exactly the "One-Word Electric Sword!" from the "Liuyun Sword Technique", and it is also Zhang Xuan's famous skill.

At the moment he made his move, Chen Bei remained calm. He held his machete horizontally, with the blade just blocking the tip of the sword.

"when!"

The collision of metal and iron made another crisp sound. Zhang Xuan only felt a huge force coming directly from the sword, which made his wrist numb.

"Good sword skills!"

"You are worthy of being my opponent!"

Zhang Xuan praised secretly, but his body suddenly turned, and the long sword in his hand immediately drew an arc, and the sword light was like flowing clouds, ethereal and uncertain.

This move is called "clouds and mist", which is the essence of "Liuyun Sword Technique".

"drink!"

When Chen Bei saw this, a gleam of light immediately flashed in his eyes, and he swung the machete in his hand down suddenly.

The force of the sword was so strong and heavy that it made a sound of breaking through the air. It was exactly the "Forced Splitting of Huashan" in the "Pojun Sword Technique".

He had just seen Zhang Xuan use his special move, so naturally he did not want to be outdone, and used all his own unique skills.

Therefore, the previous blow was made with all my strength.

Wherever the knife light passed, even the air seemed to be split.

After seeing this, Zhang Xuan knew the power of "Splitting Huashan with Force" and naturally did not dare to take it head-on.

I saw his figure flash, and the long sword came along, with the tip of the sword touching the blade.

This move was to use the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force, directly deviating Chen Bei's sword from its original direction.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xuan seized the opportunity and stabbed Chen Bei's ribs with his long sword like a poisonous snake.

"Get out of my way!"

Chen Bei shouted suddenly, and turned the Pudao in his hand, with the back of the knife just blocking the tip of the sword, preventing Zhang Xuan's move from succeeding.

In this way, the two of them fought back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of moves.

This time, both of them exerted their full strength.

However, the swordsmanship used by Zhang Xuan was elegant and agile, as elusive as flowing clouds.

Chen Bei's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, and every time he chopped down the sword, it had the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

Even the audience in the audience were all watching intently and cheering from time to time.

They didn't expect that this was only the first match and there was already such a fierce battle. It was really eye-opening.

After a while.

When Chen Bei was making his move, a gleam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he swept his machete across suddenly.

The knife was powerful and heavy, using all his strength. The knife light was like a streak of silk, smashing towards Zhang Xuan.

When Zhang Xuan put away his sword, he felt a strong wind blowing in his face.

He knew that this move was extremely powerful, so he naturally did not dare to fight it head-on. He quickly took three steps back, and his long sword drew a sword curtain in front of him.

"The Breaking Army Sword Technique..."

"Sweep away the enemy!"

Chen Bei opened his mouth and shouted, and the knife light swept over like a raging wave.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Zhang Xuan's eyes. He gritted his teeth secretly and shouted coldly in his heart.

The long sword in his hand shook violently, and the sword light was as ethereal as flowing clouds.

"Liuyun Sword Technique..."

"The clouds roll and the clouds disperse!"

After Zhang Xuan shouted, the sword light in his hand collided with the knife light in front of him, making a deafening roar.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

There was a loud noise on the stage, raising a cloud of dust.

After a while.

When the smoke and dust above the arena cleared, the scene inside was revealed.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the figures of Zhang Xuan and Chen Bei slowly began to reveal themselves.

I saw Zhang Xuan's sword was already on Chen Bei's neck.

The Pudao in Chen Bei's hand stopped in front of Zhang Xuan's chest.

However, Chen Bei was always a step slower and lost half a move.

In a fight between masters, even if one loses half a move, it can still cost someone's life.

Therefore, the outcome of the current battle has already been decided.

The crowd that was originally watching started to make a noise again after seeing the scene on the ring. (End of this chapter)