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As soon as Ximen Chuuxue finished speaking, Jiumozhi gasped, and his pupils dilated suddenly.

On the road of pretending to be aggressive, there is no end to it.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't fly to the sky, nor did he escape from the ground. He just introduced the sword in his hand with a simple sentence.

A dark, long, ancient sword.

However, Ximen Chuuxue introduced the length and weight of the sword in detail.

Simple language, but it raised the force to a terrifying level.

A person who understands his own sword so clearly, it goes without saying that his level of swordsmanship must reach a terrifying level.

"Ximen Chuuxue has met his opponent."

On the audience stage, Ye Gucheng whispered.

Being able to let Ximen Chuuxue introduce the sword is a kind of recognition in itself, otherwise, blood would already drip from the edge of the sword when Ximen Chuuxue passed by with a sword.

"Fuck! Is this a martial arts contest? Or is it a contest of pretense?"

"It was the monk named Jiumozhi before, and now this person named Ximen Chuuxue is here again. Is it interesting?"

"Disgusting, too disgusting, these people deserve to be beaten, Xin Qiji work hard, kill Ximen Chuuxue."

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There was a sudden commotion on the rostrum. Jiumozhi had put on a wave before, but they hadn't slowed down yet, and now another crazy pretender jumped out.

Xin Qiji's expression froze for a moment, and then his expression became serious, and he praised, "Good sword."

Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "It is indeed a good sword."

Xin Qiji also raised the sword in his hand, looked at the sword in his hand more seriously than ever before, and said loudly: "This sword is made of black iron from outside the territory. The iron is cut like mud. The blade is three feet six, and the net weight is seven catties and three taels."

The reason why he remembered it so clearly was because he made the sword himself.

Ximen Chuixue said, "Good sword."

Xin Qiji replied: "It is indeed a good sword."

Everyone on the stage in the audience, "...".

nausea!

to disgasing!

Is it okay not to pretend?Everyone compete well!

They were expecting so much for Xin Qiji in vain, but who knew they would be pretended again.

Why aren't they on stage?

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"These two people are so good at pretending, I want to see what strength they have."

"Hmph! It's okay to know how long and heavy the sword is. Who knows if they just made up some random data."

"The joint entrance exam is still determined by strength. When I fight against them, I will let them understand the truth that the strong speak by strength, not by pretending."

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The eyes of everyone on the audience stage were attracted, but many people's eyes were mixed with a bit of coldness.

They felt that Ximen Chuuxue and Xin Qiji were too hateful.

The game is the game, why do you need an introduction.

There are precedents for these two people, what should they do when they go up?

Do you fight directly?

Wouldn't it appear that they were very rude and rude?

However, with Ximen Chuuxue and Xin Qiji's Zhuyu in front, they don't talk about surpassing, even if they stand shoulder to shoulder, it is difficult and difficult.

"Om~"

Ximen Chuuxue made a move, and the sword he stabbed was not fast.

However, the sword's edge has already started to change constantly, and the person's movement is not very fast, but the sword's edge changes very quickly, because at the level of Ximen Chuuxue, the sword moves can change according to one's heart.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Ximen Chuuxue's movements are very slow, as if they can be easily dodged, not even as fast as their moves.

However, the real master is to see the frighteningness of Ximen Chuuxue.

They could see that the changes in this kind of swordsmanship had reached the realm of doing whatever they wanted. They were truly top swordsmen. As long as the opponent had a flaw, Ximen Chuuxue would kill him like lightning.

If Ximen Chuuxue's opponent was not Xin Qiji, every change of the sword in his hand would be a sword that would kill and win.

His sword is one with people, this is the heart sword.

"I don't know how Xin Qiji's sword skills are?"

Ye Gucheng, Tiedan God Hou Zhu Wushi, Zhuge Shenhou and others all turned their eyes to Xin Qiji. They had already seen Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship and he was a top swordsman.

Since Xin Qiji knew the weight and length of his own sword, his love for kendo was probably no less than that of Ximen Chuuxue. Perhaps Xin Qiji could also use some earth-shattering sword skills.

"Lu You, you usually have a lot of contact with Xin Qiji, do you know what sword skills Xin Qiji is good at?"

On the auditorium stage, Zhu Xi frowned slightly and couldn't help asking.

He had never seen how Xin Qiji practiced his sword, nor had he heard of how amazing Xin Qiji's sword skills were.

However, Xin Qiji had a conversation with Ximen Chuuxue earlier, which made Zhu Xi awe-inspiring.

The way of sincerity!

In the eyes of most swordsmen, the sword in their hands is a weapon, a weapon for killing people, and they can change it for a better weapon at any time.

However, in the eyes of Ximen Chuuxue, the sword is his other life.

Xin Qiji may also be such a swordsman.

"I am not sure as well."