Chapter 4237 The Humiliation of the Broken Sword

Yun Chujiu felt that the interaction between the old couple was very interesting. The old man was wise and foolish, and the old lady was a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person. Such plain happiness is very enviable.

Yun Chujiu calmed down and heard the person on the stage say, "I heard that there are two master swordsmiths in the Wuming Sword Sect. I don't know if there is a better sword than the Fengying Sword in my hand?"

Elder Duanmu and Elder Dongfang were both in the VIP seats, and they frowned upon hearing this. It was the first time they encountered a situation where they shouted at them.

The two of them wanted to ignore it, but they didn't expect the person on the stage to speak more and more aggressively, and it became more and more unpleasant.

Elder Duanmu was originally a violent temper, how could he bear it, he immediately left the VIP seat and boarded the high platform.

He didn't say a word, just took out a sword with a cold light from the storage ring.

The face of the person who was clamoring before changed slightly, and he was afraid of comparing goods. The Moon Shadow Sword in his hand was really good, but compared with the sword in Elder Duanmu's hand, it was a bit less meaningful.

Elder Duanmu snorted coldly, and when he was about to step down, the man took out another sword and said contemptuously, "The Moon Shadow Sword I just used was just for fun, this blood-devouring sword is mine. proud work.”

Everyone's eyes fell on the blood-devouring sword in the man's hand, especially the elder Duanmu on the stage, his eyes were full of disbelief.

The bloodthirsty sword was as thin as paper, and the groove of the blade was faintly red, and Elder Duanmu could even feel the killing intent from above.

Elder Duanmu knew that he had lost. If the Qianzhan Sword hadn’t been stolen, he might have been able to compete with this Blood-devouring Sword. Could he just admit defeat?

He represents the face of the Wuming Sword Sect. If he admits defeat, what is the face of the sect? !

A layman is watching the excitement, an expert is watching the doorway, the expression of the elder Dongfang also changes. He has a good sword in his hand, but if he is serious, it is still not as good as the blood-devouring sword in the man's hand.

What's the history of this man? It stands to reason that he knows all the head and face swordsmiths in the Northern Continent, why did such a person suddenly appear?

Although Elder Dongfang knew that he would lose when he came to power, he couldn't just watch Elder Duanmu resist hard.

The man on the stage saw that Elder Duanmu had been speechless, and suddenly raised his sword and stabbed at Elder Duanmu. Elder Duanmu subconsciously picked up the sword in his hand to resist, and with a click, the sword in Elder Duanmu's hand was cut off by the man. .

Then, the man backed away abruptly and jumped out of the range of Elder Duanmu's attack. He said without a smile: "Elder Duanmu, I have offended you so much, please forgive me! However, I just want to verify the end of the two swords. Whose sword is better, now the outcome has been decided, please come back!"

Elder Duanmu's face flushed, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The so-called sword is there, and a broken sword is the greatest insult to those who practice swords.

In terms of spiritual power, that person is far from Elder Duanmu's opponent, but in the eyes of the public, if Elder Duanmu kills him, he will inevitably leave a story behind, but if he does nothing, he really can't swallow this breath.

Yun Chujiu, who was standing at the wonton stand watching the excitement, said to the old couple: "Two old people, I will go up and clean up that frog at the bottom of the well, and I will come back to chat with you later."

The old man and the old lady looked at each other, is this little girl crazy?

Continue at half past four.