Wang Xinhua is still very confident in his own strength.
Although he cannot break out of the Qinglan Thirteen Swords, it does not mean that he is not as strong as Zhao Yufan.
His appearance suddenly made the surrounding atmosphere tense.
Everyone whispered and pointed at Wang Xinhua.
Some people are waiting eagerly, some are analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, some are staring at Zhao Yufan, some are concentrating on Wang Xinhua, some are frowning, some are elated, everyone's expressions are different, but the same excitement is the same.
The fallen leaves were flying, and there was a fallen leaf floating in front of Zhao Yufan's eyes, swaying in the spring breeze, as if in provocation.
He was in an extremely bad mood and said coldly: "I'm not in the mood."
"I'm in the mood."
Wang Xinhua stopped Zhao Yufan with his sword, and the smile on his lips became thicker.
In his opinion, now is the best time to deal with the sword god.
At this time, the sword god is in a state of excitement, and he will definitely reveal many flaws during the fight.
This pair of He is extremely advantageous and he absolutely cannot miss this opportunity.
Staring at Wang Xinhua with dark eyes, Zhao Yufan tried his best to adjust his emotions, slowly took a few steps back, and stood with his sword in hand.
The spring breeze swept through the fallen leaves, and everyone's skin felt hot, and their mood suddenly became a little irritable.
Zhao Yufan was also in a very irritable mood.
He calmed down the fluctuating emotions in his heart and did not take the lead.
Wang Xinhua was eager to defeat Zhao Yufan.
After a moment of stalemate, he stabbed the motionless Zhao Yufan with his sword.
A cold light flashed before his eyes, and Zhao Yufan flashed a trace of disdain in his eyes.
He rushed forward and thrust out a sword.
The two swords collided, shooting out a cluster of sparks.
The moment the sparks flashed, Zhao Yufan took a step back with his right leg, just in time to avoid Wang Xinhua's attack.
Before Wang Xinhua could continue his attack, he stepped forward with his right leg.
This step was extremely weird, and everyone present was stunned. .
The two actions of retreating and advancing were completed in a breath.
Wang Xinhua's sword had just been withdrawn, and just as he was about to launch the second round of attacks, Zhao Yufan's sword arrived.
"Brush brush brush" The shadow of the sword swayed, and Zhao Yufan displayed the Thirteen Swords in an instant, and immediately jumped several meters away.
Wang Xinhua still maintained his attacking movements, and the ferocious expression still remained on his stiff face.
Pieces of rags were fluttering in the sky above him, just like the faces of people with different expressions, with ridicule, surprise, and contempt overwhelmingly smashing at him.
He took a step forward suddenly, and suddenly felt a chill coming from his body.
This chill was as if he was not wearing any clothes, cooling his whole body.
Everyone looked at him with strange expressions, and then burst into laughter, their faces almost cramping as they laughed.
Zhao Yufan stared at Wang Xinhua, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he felt much better.
He felt relieved, but Wang Xinhua was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Only then did he realize that Zhao Yufan's sword just cut all his clothes into pieces.
Now it doesn't matter where he covers, what matters is how he faces this embarrassing scene.
Fortunately, a shrewd Qinglan Sect disciple ran up to him with a cloak and covered him.
Wang Xinhua's body was shaking, and the sword in his hand was also shaking.
He pointed the sword at Zhao Yufan and shouted angrily: "Shameless and despicable villain" Zhao Yufan smiled and said: "Haha, if you can't beat me, am I shameless?"
Without waiting for Wang Xinhua to refute, he continued: "I didn't hurt you, so it's fine if you're not grateful, but you even insulted me.
It seems that your Qinglan Sect is getting more and more shameless."
"You" Wang Xinhua was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
When he fell to the ground, he didn't forget to hold on to the cloak to prevent it from falling off.
Everyone watching this scene had extremely mixed emotions, including shock, helplessness, and embarrassment.
The embarrassed people were all female disciples, after all, they had seen something they shouldn't have seen.
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Things come to an end quickly.
The rags and fallen leaves on the ground danced gracefully, as if dancing, expressing their joy.
Everyone's eyes focused on Zhao Yufan again, speculating on his next move.
He has proven to everyone how strong he is.
Should he leave now or should he stay here?
At this time, apart from Wang Xinhua who fainted, the most embarrassing person present was Zhou Hai.
He declined the Sword God's help, but Zhao Yufan, who had turned into the Sword God at this time, showed very strong power.
If Zhou Hai had chosen to stand with the Sword God at that time, then he might have been better, at least not like he was now. , encountered the humiliation of Liu Man.
In fact, many things are inextricably linked to Zhao Yufan.
Without Zhao Yufan, Liu Man would not even pay attention to a small person like Zhou Hai.
However, because of the relationship between Zhou Hai and Zhao Yufan, Liu Man would pay attention to Zhou Hai, but only Just ignore it.
As for Zhou Hai, he has his own goals and choices.
At this time, Liu Man stared at the man named Sword God in front of him, thinking endlessly.
After a while, he suddenly asked kindly: "Brother Sword God, would you like to have a cup of tea with me?"
"Who made the tea?"
Zhao Yufan asked.
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhou Hai with expressions of gloating.
"Of course it's the tea made by Zhou Hai."
Liu Man's words were tantamount to abandoning Zhou Hai.
The implication of what Zhao Yufan just said was that he wanted Zhou Hai to make tea.
According to common sense, Liu Man should not agree because Zhou Hai is his man.
Asking Zhou Hai to give Jian Zhao Yufan tea is tantamount to insulting Zhou Hai. .
Zhou Hai's face became extremely ugly.
He knew his status very well, but he didn't expect that Liu Man wouldn't give him any face in front of so many people, but what could he do?
"I'm afraid his tea is poisonous," Zhao Yufan said lightly, looking directly at Zhou Hai, and said sternly: "I give you a chance.
If you are willing to look back, you will still be Zhao Yufan's friend.
If you insist on having your own way, then from now on Zhao Yufan and You cut it off in two” Zhou Hai's face turned pale when he heard this.
If he had nothing to do with Zhao Yufan, then he would be an insignificant figure, and Liu Man would not be able to pay attention to him, because he had no value.
However, he always firmly believes that Zhao Yufan is a person who values love and justice and will definitely leave a glimmer of hope for himself.
Zhao Yufan really left him a glimmer of hope, and this glimmer of hope was right in front of him.
As long as he walked in front of Zhao Yufan's friends, he and Zhao Yufan would still be friends.
Zhao Yufan stared at Zhou Hai, hoping that he could come over.
He had given Zhou Hai a glimmer of life.
If he didn't cherish it, then from now on, they would really be separated from each other.
No matter who it is, faced with this choice, they will feel a little confused and helpless.
Everyone thought of many possibilities.
They thought that Zhou Hai would not choose either side, that Zhou Hai would commit suicide out of shame, and that Zhou Hai would become a spy for both parties.
However, they thought of so many possibilities, and in the end they were still shocked by Zhou Hai's words
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