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After finishing the game, Fanchen pulled away and was not in the mood to continue watching the next game.

The green pine forest and the misty clouds on the mountain make the Wudang back mountain reflected by such beautiful scenery really a wonderland on earth.

Fanchen, whose memories were recalled during the battle with "Yu'er", became increasingly painful.

"Hmph, you still have some skills, a real man, why do you look so depressed every time I see you?" Hua Ruoxue crossed her arms, carried the divine sword on her back, and yelled angrily while leaning on Changsong.

"Of course you have so many admirers who don't know how I feel. My only wife is dead, and my heart is dead." Fanchen said while pouring wine.

"Give me a jar of wine. You are not the only one in this situation. All living beings are suffering." He took the jar of wine thrown by Fanchen, opened the seal with one palm, and started drinking.

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There was a moment of silence, both of them lost in their own memories.

The next day, the semifinals.

"Let's take action." Fanchen looked at Xue Ao from the Blood Knife Sect opposite him, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Hmph, Zhu Zi is arrogant." Xue Ao was furious.

"The winner is alone in the mortal world"

Everyone was in an uproar. Fanchen no longer had any interest in these people.

"Did you watch yesterday's game? That guy named Dugu Fanchen defeated the proud hero of the Blood Knife Clan, Xue Ao, with one move." Everyone was talking about it.

"Today is the final. Young Master Wu Que will face off against Dugu Fanchen. We can finally see the elegance of a contemporary genius," someone else whispered.

It turns out that Hua Ruoxue lost to the Zhongli Cang Sect, and the Zhongli Cang Sect lost to Master Wuque, which ultimately led to Master Wuque and Fanchen competing for the final sword-drawing crown.

The next day, noon

The dazzling sunshine breaks through Wudang Mountain, which has been shrouded in clouds and fog for a long time. Wudang Mountain, which is not blocked by clouds and fog, looks particularly popular. Everywhere is full of talk about the upcoming sword-drawing battle, and there is endless talk about the sword-drawing final.

Standing at a high place, the rising sun shines warmly on Fanchen's body, warming the body but not the heart. He stood on the ring with an expressionless face, facing the handsome and handsome Young Master Wu Que, Young Master Chi, who stood opposite him.

The seriousness in the eyes of that flawless man was so obvious that most people in the square felt that he entered the finals of drawing the sword more by luck in drawing lots than by strength.

Then, he forgot about the problem for a moment. Since coming back last night, his spirit has been rising and falling in a trance.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, there was the only big arena on the field at the moment, but judging from the number of people watching, almost everyone was attracted by the most popular young master Chi and the very lucky Fanchen, and among the elders Among them, most of the people, including the leader Ziyang Zhenren, also sat under this arena.

However, when everyone saw Gongzichi boarding the ring, the crowd cheered for a while, and most likely they were discussing whether Fanchen would be defeated in one breath or in an instant.

Fanchen withdrew his gaze and fell on Gongzichi's face across from him. His handsome face shone brightly in the rising sun. Soon, Gongzichi felt Fanchen's gaze, and pride appeared in his eyes again. .

But this time, Fanchen didn't avoid it anymore, and he didn't even feel the eager eyes from the other side.

As smart as Mr. Chi, he quickly discovered that this opponent was only looking at him, but in his empty eyes he was clearly thinking about other things and completely ignored his existence. This was almost the first experience in his life, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"when"

The bells and tripods rang together, echoing on Wudang Mountain. The surrounding area quickly became quiet.

Gongzichi straightened his body and took a deep breath. As long as he won one more victory, just one, he could realize his dream and his mentor's expectations. The Sun Sun Divine Sword was behind him, and the white light gradually brightened.

"Young Master Chi of Yihua Palace, please enlighten me."

Fanchen slowly turned his head, with a stiff expression on his face, and said calmly, "I am a Sanren Dugu Fanchen. Please don't show mercy."

Young Master Chi was startled. Although what he said before the competition was just polite words, Fanchen looked very strange. How could anyone say such merciless words? It sounded like sarcasm, but it didn't look like him. .

But Gongzi Chi was, after all, the proud disciple of Palace Master Yaoyue. He was determined and the expression on his face did not change at all. He did not say anything more, and with a gesture of his right hand, the "Day Sun" behind him slowly rose.

Fanchen watched the white light getting deeper and deeper, getting bigger and bigger, shining white on his body, but he didn't feel nervous at all. Instead, deep down in his heart, he was vaguely looking forward to something.

He took out the black and ugly stick.

There was a burst of laughter in the audience. Compared with the majestic and noble "Riyang" opposite, the wooden stick was like an ugly worm on the ground.

But at this moment, he was still a heartbroken insect.

The cold feeling once again filled the whole body. For some reason, the stick felt particularly excited today as if it had a spirit. The cold feeling swam much faster than before. Fanchen even felt that if he hadn't felt a flesh-and-blood connection with the stick, and if he hadn't held the fire-burning stick, it would have rushed towards the young master's pond.

No, it should not be towards Gongzichi, but towards Riyang. That inexplicable feeling is like two enemies who have a deep hatred.

At this moment, Gongzi Chi's expression suddenly changed. The light of the day sun was too strong, and it seemed that he himself was a little strange.

But Fanchen had no intention of thinking deeply about it. He looked at the handsome young man in the white light.

On the ring, something surprising happened. Fanchen and Gongzichi did not make a move, but just stared at each other, motionless.

There was an uproar in the audience, and there were many discussions.

Gongzichi suddenly woke up. Riyang, who had always been spiritually connected to him, suddenly showed unusual movements that he had never seen in the past, which made him feel strange. However, when he looked at Riyang with his true energy, there was nothing strange. It was just as if Riyang had a faint feeling. The feeling of eagerness to try.

Feeling countless strange looks from the audience, Gongzichi frowned, composed himself, snorted coldly, pushed all the distracting thoughts out of his mind, and with a light scolding, the white light of the day sun rose into the sky, but did not come out of its sheath.

Since the beginning of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament, Riyang has become the focus of everyone's attention, but until now, Gongzichi has defeated all his opponents one by one without taking out the sheath, which also makes everyone guess who can let him pull out the sheath. Excalibur.

The white light reflected on Fanchen's face, but could not reveal any expression on his face. The black wooden stick gave off a faint green light, slowly left his hand, and stopped in front of him.