But there was no such opportunity at this time. Even if there was, Qiu Shumin didn't have time to think about it. He subconsciously used the castration sword technique in the "Wanhua Guiyi" to dissolve the attacks on his throat and heart, and retreated. He felt pain in his left cheek, forehead, sleeves and even right arm. Blood was left, and there were drops on the sword, and his vision was stained red. She Huai didn't give Qiu Shumin a chance to breathe, and pressed on him like a poisonous snake and an ant. Seeing that Qiu Shumin was about to lose, everyone was shocked. At the critical moment, a cold light flashed, and it seemed to separate the ten thousand pairs of short blades one by one. With a flash of his body, he suddenly retreated more than a meter, with knife wounds all over his body. Blood dripped slowly from the sword blade, from the tip of his nose, and from the side of his hands. Qiu Shumin seemed unaware of it. He adjusted his breath a few times and wanted to fight again. The audience cheered loudly when they saw this turn, but they didn't know how Qiu Shumin resolved She Huai's attack. Although they were confused, they knew that every sect had its own secret. If not, how could a sect become big? When Qiu Shumin retreated, She Huai did not chase him, and some people were confused. She Huai stood still in the same place, as still as a virgin, and just chuckled: "Hehe, this sword breaks all laws, and the Wanxiang Sword Art that can capture all things is really interesting. No wonder that Cao kept saying that the Dushan Sword Sect must not be underestimated. The light steps you used just now were Bu Wuchen, right? Such swift and ethereal steps matched with the Wanxiang Sword Art are really worthy of the saying "soft without losing hardness, hard without losing toughness, infinite when moving, and difficult to shake when still." When She Huai was about to talk about the "Wanxiang Sword Art", Qiu Shumin's face changed drastically, and the people in the audience were even more surprised. They only admired its reputation but had never seen its exquisiteness. Now, Qiu Shumin's light block completely resolved the monster's rainstorm-like attack. There is no need to elaborate on its wonderfulness. "That was the Wanxiang Sword Art just now? Seeing is believing!" "The Qinggong used by Sect Leader Qiu is also a rare martial art in the world, right? I didn't expect that the Dushan Sword Sect actually has so many untold magical skills." "Sect Leader Qiu usually pretends to be so secretive, but today he finally opened our eyes." "Yes, yes!" "But Qiu Changmen is too seriously injured, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to hold on..." The voices of discussion overwhelmed the words of She Huai on the stage, and it was unknown whether Qiu Shumin heard what She Huai said. He just put his long sword to the ground and gathered his strength. She Huai, who was more than ten feet away, did the same. Although he took the initiative to injure Qiu Shumin, he did not win directly. You know that it is difficult to fight a vicious tiger, and a wounded vicious tiger is even more ferocious. She Huai has done many assassinations, so he naturally understands the situation. When the discussion subsided a little, Qiu Shumin slowly opened his mouth and said, "How do you know that I used the Wanxiang Sword Art?"... She Huai did not answer, and Qiu Shumin did not want to ask anything, but just took the opportunity to adjust his internal breath. Although he knew that he was seriously injured and had to fight quickly, he had to secretly take a deep breath and then slowly said, "Please!" As soon as he said the word "please", Qiu Shumin had already flown in front of She Huai, and was actually going to fight the monster in close combat. Everyone was shocked, thinking that the head of the sect, Qiu Shumin, must have been seriously injured and unconscious. She Huai, who was waiting for the enemy, was naturally even more shocked. First, he was shocked by the speed of the attack; second, he was shocked by the fact that he sacrificed his own strengths to attack the other's strengths. Doing so was actually a way to commit suicide. Although She Huai was shocked, his movements were not slow at all. Thinking that he had more advantages in close combat, he did not retreat but advanced. He used his double-edged sword to block the long sword and attacked Qiu Shumin with one blade. However, he did not expect that the blade had already touched Qiu Shumin's long sword, but the long sword seemed to have passed through She Huai's short sword, and for some reason, the blade that stabbed Qiu Shumin missed by several inches and actually pierced through the side of Qiu Shumin's neck. The fatal blow missed, and the sword that was meant to be used actually stabbed back. The blade flew and blood covered the ground. Although She Huai tried his best to dodge, he had no choice but to do so. In just a few breaths, he had already been stabbed by several swords, and his black clothes seemed to be stained with blood red. She Huai turned over and retreated, staggering, still holding the blade with both hands, and kept whispering: "This is impossible! This is impossible! How did you do that with your long sword?" Suddenly he noticed Qiu Shumin's arms that were longer than his knees, and suddenly he understood something, and laughed loudly: "Qiu Shumin, do you think you can beat me like this?" Qiu Shumin was also standing unsteadily in the distance, but he was still holding his breath tightly. After a few breaths, Qiu Shumin looked at She Huai not far away with his eyes blurred by blood, and cheered up: "This last blow will determine the winner, and also decide life and death." Wang Tianyou heard this and knew that the two were going to fight to the death, so he wanted to stand up to stop them, but was stopped by the leader Ding who had moved over. "It will be you who will die, hehe... cough cough..." She Huai could no longer hold on, and his injury was obviously more serious. His tall body was now a little hunched. "My sword is a move from the Wanxiang Sword Art, called 'Fairy Falling to Dust'" When Qiu Shumin said this, he looked at the long sword at hand, and his eyes seemed to become gentle. She Huai just sneered and coughed lightly. Suddenly he raised his bleeding long arm, stretched out his tongue and slowly licked the flowing blood. When Qiu Shumin was about to finish his words, it seemed that the world was silent, and all things returned to one. There was no longer any distinction between heaven and earth and people. Everyone held their breath, the birds did not fly, and the warm sun was low. It seemed that everyone was waiting for the fairy to fall to dust. After a few breaths, Qiu Shumin whispered: "The clouds are about to fall and the moon is playing on the mountains. The fairy is coming out and all the flowers are dim. The shadow is falling and shaking, and the fairy's sleeves are fluttering when she comes out." It was like a wizard welcoming a god, or a Taoist saving ghosts. It was low and deep, long and short, like chanting or singing. Everyone couldn't hear it clearly, but they still paid full attention to Qiu Shumin's every move, as if they were afraid of missing any of his movements. Qiu Shumin only whispered, and raised the long sword in his right hand. Although his movements were slow, everyone seemed to see him raise the long sword in an instant, with a strange sound that broke through the air, like a dragon's roar or a tiger's roar?