"The sword is a weapon..."

"What!" The four elders suddenly stood up, their eyes wide open. They completely lost their composure. The scene in front of them was unbelievable.

"Impossible."

"This doesn't make sense."

The inner disciples of the three academies sucked in a breath of cold air and rubbed their eyes. When they looked carefully again, they couldn't believe it. Wang Feng's left arm was cut off and flew high into the air. A line of blood splashed across the sky. The severed arm flew far away and landed below the Sword Discourse Arena. The five fingers were slightly bent and twitching, as if they wanted to take one's life.

Especially the inner disciples of the Thunder Academy. They couldn't believe that their Senior Brother Wang Feng's left arm was cut off.

From the top to the bottom of the Sword Discourse Arena, there was a stream of blood splattering everywhere. It was a shocking sight.

Wang Feng fell to the side, his face full of pain. The muscles on his severed arm wriggled and blood spurted out like a sword. His right hand tightly grasped the Hundred Refined Sword and glared at Chu Mu with hatred. He clenched his teeth and didn't let out any painful groans. The veins on his forehead bulged and the hatred in his eyes was like a sword. It was as if he wanted to kill Chu Mu with his gaze.

The entire place was silent. It was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard clearly.

"Unbelievable … Unbelievable …" Han Rui's eyes were lifeless. He muttered to himself in a voice that even he couldn't hear.

"Impossible … This is simply impossible … I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming …" Qi Bai was also muttering to himself, his face pale and green. If this was true, it meant that Chu Mu had the strength to kill a peak eighth phase cultivator. Only ninth phase swordsmen could defeat Chu Mu.

The significance of this was completely different. The difference in strength between Stage 8 and Stage 9 was obvious, and the difference in status was also very obvious. In the Inner Sect, disciples who had reached Stage 9 had another title: Elite Disciple.

Elite disciples didn't belong to the three academies. They belonged to the Green Peak Main Palace. In other words, once a disciple of the three academies broke through to ninth phase, they would become an elite disciple of the Main Palace.

Zhuang Qiusheng's face was ashen. He had completely given up. He knew that he was no match for Chu Mu.

Among the inner disciples of the High Wind Courtyard, there was one person whose face was filled with disbelief and bitterness. He was Li Yang. They were both at the early stage of the seventh stage of the Sword Qi Realm, but Chu Mu was already able to defeat someone at the peak of the eighth stage of the Sword Qi Realm. On the other hand, when he fought a senior brother at the middle stage of the seventh stage of the Sword Qi Realm from the Towering Wind Institution, he was barely able to stay undefeated.

Gap, this was the real gap. When he took the important step, he realized that the person he thought he could surpass was only a distant back view.

Chu Mu stood on the Sword Discourse Platform, his body as straight as a sword, pointing straight at the sky. His expression was indifferent as he looked straight at Wang Feng, without the slightest bit of pity, without the slightest bit of pity. Immediately after, Chu Mu raised his sword, and the hearts of the Inner Sect disciples rose to their throats. None of them could breathe as they stared at Chu Mu without blinking, waiting for the moment of life and death.

"Stop!" At the most critical moment, the elder of the Thunder Courtyard shouted, "Chu Mu, you have already won and proved to the three courtyards that you are stronger than Wang Feng. There is no need to kill him. You must know that when it is possible to make mistakes, one should be lenient. "

Immediately, everyone's gaze fell on Chu Mu, waiting to see what choice Chu Mu would make.

This was the elder of the Thunder Courtyard. He held great power and his cultivation was extremely high. He had long surpassed the Sword Qi Realm. Even if he could not directly control Chu Mu, once he offended him, it would be easy for him to make things difficult for Chu Mu.

Therefore, the inner disciples of the three courtyards all felt that if it were them, they would choose not to kill Wang Feng. It was unwise to offend an elder for this.

They felt that Chu Mu should be the same as them, unwilling to offend an elder.

Wang Feng stared at Chu Mu with hatred. In his heart, he hoped that Chu Mu would not kill him. As long as he could survive, he could find another opportunity to kill Chu Mu. He had to kill Chu Mu no matter what.

"Elder, in the Life-and-Death Arena, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, only life and death. It was Wang Feng who first proposed the Life-and-Death Arena. It is not to prove who is stronger, but to settle the grudge and kill me. " Chu Mu was neither slow nor fast, neither servile nor overbearing as he said: "Swords are lethal weapons, sword techniques are killing techniques. This is the philosophy that I have always adhered to. I am a swordsman, and I must kill Wang Feng. I hope you can understand. "

Although Chu Mu did not agree with the elder of the Thunder Courtyard, his words were not too harsh. He did not embarrass the elder of the Thunder Courtyard. Although the elder was unhappy, he did not feel that he had lost face. Instead, he was surprised by Chu Mu's words, "The sword is a weapon, and the swordsmanship is the art of killing."

Not only him, the other three elders and the inner disciples all trembled when they heard this. They only felt that this sentence explained the true meaning of a swordsman's sword practice.

Without saying a word, the elder of the Thunder Courtyard sat back down with a cold face.

The meaning was clear. He would not stop Wang Feng. The law enforcement elder thought for a while and did not say anything.

Wang Feng's heart sank. He clenched his teeth and slammed his sword on the ground with his right hand. He flew up with great force. Sword Qi surged and rushed toward the Hundred Refined Sword. With a fierce slash, a faint purple sword Qi slashed toward Chu Mu. Moreover, it rushed toward Chu Mu in an attempt to launch a desperate counterattack.

However, as he had lost an arm, he could not maintain his balance. The sword Qi was easily dodged by Chu Mu. The trajectory of the sword was even clearer in Chu Mu's eyes. Chu Mu's footsteps were messy. His body swayed like a willow. His speed was extremely fast, leaving behind many afterimages. He quickly approached Wang Feng with a cold killing intent. The snow-white Sword Light was like a rainbow piercing through the sky.

With a Chi La sound, Chu Mu's figure passed by Wang Feng. Wang Feng's lips moved, but he couldn't make any sound. His eyes were wide open, full of resentment and unwillingness. A wound appeared on his neck and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The inner disciples of the three courtyards opened their eyes wide again. They felt like their throats were being strangled by an invisible hand. They could not make a sound. Their eyes reflected Wang Feng's figure as he slowly fell backwards. With a bang, dust flew up and the Hundred Refinements Sword fell with a clang and rolled to the side.

"Life and Death Sword Arena, regardless of victory or defeat, only life and death. In this battle, Wang Feng died." After a long time, the Law Enforcement Elder sighed and said in a heavy tone, "As the Law Enforcement Elder of our sect, I sincerely hope that the disciples of our sect can unite and live in harmony. There can be competition between us, but we cannot bully others and we cannot plot against them. Everything has to be based on the strength of our own sect and the strength of our sect. If there are any conflicts, try to resolve them peacefully. "

The Law Enforcement Elder's words were like the conclusion of this life and death battle. Soon after, the four elders stood up and left, but their hearts were still shaken. When the elder of the Soaring Wind Institute left, he specially took a few more glances at Chu Mu. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was.

Chu Mu stepped over Wang Feng's corpse and walked down the Sword Arena. The disciples of the Soaring Wind Institute consciously made way for Chu Mu as if they were welcoming a king. They were all silent as they looked at Chu Mu with eyes full of reverence.

Only Qi Bai's gaze was very complicated. There was anger, unwillingness, worry, and so on, but there was no reverence.

Gradually, Chu Mu walked away. The inner disciples of the three academies all looked at Chu Mu's back as he slowly walked away. From his straight figure, they felt a kind of pride, a kind of sharpness,

They couldn't help but think that Chu Mu would shake the entire Inner Sect and the Sword School.

As for Wang Feng, he was already dead. All of his achievements were scattered with the wind, and all of his glory was destroyed, buried in dust.