Ke Changzhi said: "Mr. Ye, a literary battle does not determine life or death, but it determines the superiority and inferiority. How about we each use a sword to determine the outcome?"

"Okay, as you wish." Ye Jinghong nodded lightly.

Ke Changzhi took a deep breath and secretly rejoiced.

He thought he was better than Ye Jinghong in Confucianism and Taoism, so he proposed the idea of ​​deciding the outcome with one strike. When he used the first sword, he used the most powerful force to knock down Ye Jinghong.

And with Ke Changzhi's breath, everyone's emotions were moved by him.

Some people's faces were cold, and some people were sweating coldly on their backs.

I saw Ke Changzhi open his mouth, and a bright silver light shot out of the sky, like a shadow or lightning.

At the same time, Ke Changzhi's face revealed a somewhat confident look.

"Ye Jinghong, you lose!"

When Ke Changzhi finished saying this, he deliberately put his hands behind his back, making an unfathomable look.

The expression on his face is as if he has seen his victory.

"You are so different."

Ye Jinghong narrowed his eyes, and the Wen Gong ancient sword turned into a golden light, spitting out from his mouth, and a sword cry sounded like a dragon's roar.

This sword sound is very crisp, but it also has a heavy feeling, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, with an unstoppable momentum.

"Warning!"

The two sword lights clashed head-on, and the golden light was seen passing by, while the silver light flew more than ten feet away in an instant.

Ke Changzhi's eyes shrank slightly, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Hugh!"

The golden light disappeared on the spot, and flew back to Ye Jinghong's side the next moment, turning into talent and entering the Wen Palace.

Ye Jinghong held up his hands to Ke Changzhi and rode on the blue clouds slowly falling down.

Everyone looked puzzled. It was clear that Ye Jinghong had the upper hand in the sword strike just now. Why did Ye Jinghong suddenly give up the literary fight?

Ke Hongxiu laughed wildly: "Haha... Mr. Ye gave up! We won!"

"Du Ning! Did you see that you lost?"

"The Ke family will win! The Liao Kingdom will win!"

The Ke family roared with joy, and Ye Jinghong admitted defeat. The winner was naturally Ke Changzhi.

Ke Changzhi also didn't know why. When he saw Ye Jinghong actually admitting defeat, he couldn't help but look angry, "Mr. Ye, what do you mean by this? Are you deliberately giving in? Who are you looking down on!"

Ye Jinghong pointed to his neck, then to Ke Changzhi, and smiled slightly.

Ke Changzhi's expression changed, and he touched his neck, and found a little blood, and his face instantly looked horrified.

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