As Yan Hui held his sword and pressed towards Chen Jin step by step, the elders present and many Lower Court disciples all believed that Chen Jin was going to lose.
If he could abandon his sword in time, admit defeat and step down, he might be able to retain some dignity and struggle blindly, but he would only be bringing humiliation to himself.
But at this moment, Chen Jin suddenly burst out and rushed towards Yan Hui.
"What is he doing?"
"Do you want to die?"
"You can't afford to lose, so you have to show your ambition with blood?"
From the perspective of many people, they saw that the direction where Chen Jin rushed was exactly aimed at the tip of the sword that Yan Hui raised.
For a moment, everyone was shocked.
Ma Long stood up suddenly, ready to intervene at any time.
And Yan Hui flew back quickly, but he was not running for his life to prevent Chen Jin from hitting the tip of his sword.
In an instant, when she saw Chen Jin's movements, her heart skipped a beat and she felt a creepy feeling.
This is the instinctive warning that Sixth Realm Xiujia has when facing huge dangers.
Almost at the same time, Yan Hui caught a glimpse of that cold light.
The cold light looked like a silver needle, but she knew very well that it was a sword.
Flying sword!
Chen Jin actually condensed a flying sword!
Yan Hui suddenly felt that something was wrong. He just wanted to jump off the stage immediately and hide in the audience to find a glimmer of hope.
From the moment Chen Jin launched the flying sword, this woman realized that she was wrong.
Big mistake.
She came on stage to compete with her opponent. She was confident that she would win, and she was determined to knock Chen Jin down, defeat her, and then trample her hard.
However, when Chen Jin came on stage, from the very beginning, it was not to compete with her for victory, but to decide life or death.
The difference between a battle of victory and defeat and a battle of life and death determines the difference in character.
A slight difference can lead to a mistake of a thousand miles.
As for what Chen Jin had done before, whether it was the talisman formation or Sword Intent, they were all just an illusion to show weakness to the enemy.
When the illusion is false enough, it can cover people's eyes and blind people's perception, thus revealing flaws.
For Feijian, a slight flaw is enough.
At the critical moment of life and death, Yan Hui felt extremely scared and wanted to run away immediately.
Snap!
Chen Jin raised his left palm and slapped her.
That's...
Yan Hui clearly saw a talisman drawn on the palm of his hand. The bright red talisman seemed to be painted there with blood.
When facing this talisman, Yan Hui froze, his heart felt as if he was pressed by a huge boulder flying through the air, his mind sank, and his movements slowed down.
I can only watch the flying sword flying towards me:
"He actually wants to kill me here?"
"How dare he?"
Poof!
The cold light passed by, the head fell to the ground, and the bones rolled several times.
Boom!
Ma Long fell from the sky, but it was a beat too late.
The Third Elder, who has been in charge of Censorate for many years and is known for his selflessness and unsmiling nature, suddenly changed his expression and looked steadily at Chen Jin standing there.
At the last moment, Ma Long was preparing to take action at any time. Anyway, he would never let Chen Jin die under the sword of Yan Hui, even if he committed suicide;
But at the next moment, the situation suddenly changed, and Yan Hui, who had always been the winner, was already dead and his head was missing. He could no longer die.
Sword Competition In thousands of years, this should be the first time that a disciple participating in a sword competition died on the stage.
Even though Ma Long is experienced, he is a little confused at the moment and doesn't know what to do.
The whole place was silent.
All the disciples of Lower Court who were watching the game were stunned. They came to watch the game today because they wanted to watch a wonderful game and also to see how the feud between Chen Jin and Yan Hui would end.
I never expected that it would be such a tragic scene.
Is this what is called "breaking grudges with one sword"?
Really make a decisive decision.
Huang Mengliang and Ye Tong stood side by side in the crowd. When they saw the change on the stage, they looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
The couple believed that they had a good relationship with Chen Jin, eating together, drinking together, and chatting and laughing together.
But from beginning to end, Chen Jin never mentioned what exactly happened between him and Yan Hui.
"Could it be that Junior Brother Chen made a mistake when he was eager to counterattack?"
Ye Tong said softly.
Huang Mengliang was stunned and said, "It is indeed possible."
Ye Tong added, "If he was killed by the wrong hand, then Junior Brother Chen's conviction in the hospital should be much lighter."
"Yeah..."
Huang Mengliang blinked his eyes, thinking of many things at once, and his face couldn't help but become strange.
On the other side of the stand, Liu Chen was standing there. He was originally happy that Yan Hui had the advantage. In the blink of an eye, the situation suddenly changed. Yan Hui had been killed by Chen Jin.
When he saw the splatter of blood, Liu Chen's mind buzzed and went blank, and his face also turned pale.
But after a period of trance, he seemed to have broken free from some indescribable bondage, and his thoughts suddenly became clear:
"What, what's going on?"
The cool breeze blew away the bloody smell.
Bang!
The second figure flew onto the stage, and it was none other than Fourth Elder Xue Hongmei. She landed next to Yan Hui's body, but the head rolled down more than ten feet away, and her face was no longer charming, but full of fear.
Xue Hongmei's eyes were full of sorrow, and he never imagined that his beloved disciple would die in such a way.
She walked over, picked up the head and placed it on the body, but no matter how she connected it, her beloved disciple's life could not be saved.
How did things become like this?
Suddenly, Xue Hongmei felt huge anger and roared, "Chen Jin, how dare you kill a fellow disciple, you must pay for it with your life!"
The long sword was unsheathed and struck quickly.
Eighth Realm Xiu's angry sword was like a thunderous strike, with no way to avoid it.
Life and death are just a thin line.
Click!
There was a soft cry, and the sharp tip of the sword stopped half a foot in front of Chen Jin's eyes.
Of course it wasn't that Xue Hongmei was soft-hearted and stopped, nor was it that Ma Long stopped it.
In fact, Ma Long was going to take action. As the elder in charge of the sword competition, he had already made a mistake. No matter what, he could not allow the second mistake to happen.
In his opinion, Chen Jin's killing of Yan Hui should be handed over to all the elders for interrogation and judgment, and Xue Hongmei should not be allowed to kill him directly.
Just when Ma Long was about to take action to save Chen Jin, someone was faster and caught Xue Hongmei's sword with two fingers like lightning.
There are two middle index fingers on the right hand, no more and no less.
Qin Jianyuan was still holding a cane in his left hand, looking like he was in his twilight years. He kept sighing, "Hey, I'm so old. I'm too slow. I almost lost my grip."
While talking, he started coughing.
Xue Hongmei's expression changed drastically, and he stared at the pale old face full of wrinkles, as if he had met him for the first time.
Ma Long was equally surprised. Having been the elders of Lower Court for many years, we should have known each other better, but this veteran was an exception.
It's all because he goes out all year round and can't see anyone all year round. How can we understand?
Now seeing him take action, two fingers clamped Xue Hongmei's sword edge. Ma Long immediately thought of one word: unfathomable.
This sudden change was dizzying, and the huge venue became silent again.