In the evening of the same day, the entire sixteen competitions were over. The sixteen winners gathered again in the front hall of Todaiji Temple to draw lots, only this time instead of a clay pot, it was replaced by a wooden box. The number recorded for them is no longer an ordinary monk, but the abbot of the entire national temple, which is enough to show the high etiquette, and it is also on behalf of the reverence and admiration of the entire Fuso country for the warriors.

Sui Feng, who didn't care much about the entire martial arts conference, looked at the solemn expression of the abbot monk, and even had a trace of respect. It's not that I care about the so-called glory of martial artists, nor the so-called transcendent status, but the extremely fanatical respect of the whole country for martial arts.

"Why, do you want to compete for the first place?" A voice sounded in Suifeng's ears, a little proud, but with a hint of softness. Listening to the wind like a man's back, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

Why is this voice so familiar, he glanced half his head with the wind, licked his lips behind him, and looked slightly fanatical, and a face full of excitement came into view. Immediately, his brows furrowed, and he said coldly: "Do we know each other?" This person is none other than Ping's Langying, who was high up just now.

"Hey, I forgot, you don't know me. But that doesn't mean I don't know you. Your Heavenly Cloud Sword is really powerful, and it's no wonder that Fujiwara Boichi is willing to give this thing to you to use. I'm optimistic about you, you don't want to be eliminated by others before we meet. As he spoke, his face was even more fanatical, and his eyes showed a few hints of red, and there were some perverted colors.

Sui Feng suddenly didn't notice it, and still said coldly: "You even know this." What about the encounter, it's a big deal. ”

Ping's Langying laughed happily, but no matter how you listen to it, it is always a little cold and distorted. "Naturally, it won't be that simple, I heard that you came all the way from that place in Datang. Hey, although I haven't thought there is any haode in Middle-earth for the end, but it is so rare for you to come to Fuso, I will naturally treat you well. ”

Sui Feng snorted coldly, turned his head again, and ignored him again. There are words in Ping's Langying, and the arrogance is self-evident.

Sixteen masters who stood out stood in a column and marched forward in turn. After everyone draws lots, the abbot will bow deeply to them, representing the supreme respect of Buddhism. Then they recorded their names in order, and it was going very fast, and before the Ping Clan Langying could say anything, it was already the turn of the wind.

casually put his hand in, and without any choice, he just pinched a note and came out. It was the number "eight", and the abbot respectfully took the note from Sui Feng's hand and bowed deeply to him. handed a string of beads made of unknown ancient wood to Sui Feng, so that the whole lottery work was over.

Sui Feng glanced at the chain beads, and with his knowledge, he couldn't even recognize what kind of tree this was, he didn't seem to have seen it in Middle-earth before, I am afraid it is an ancient tree unique to Fuso.

As soon as he took a few steps with the wind, he heard the Ping's Langying behind him laugh and said, "What a coincidence, I'm No. 9." ”

Sui Feng was stunned, did not turn his head, did not speak, and continued to walk forward. It's such a coincidence, and it's good that he was solved as soon as possible. Sui Feng really doesn't have a good impression of a somewhat distorted character like Ping's Langying.

"The Fujiwara family's Suifeng will face the Taira family's Hei clan Langying next!" This time, the voice of the ruling monk sounded a little excited in Suifeng for some reason, maybe the Taira Langying was really disgusted.

And under the ring, Sasaki still had a cold face and an uncertain expression as before. Although the strength shown by Sui Feng before was indeed extremely strong, he was always a little worried about which one was stronger or weaker compared to Ping's Langying. ...,

Sasaki was worried, but Sui Feng didn't think so, his internal strength was slightly successful at the moment, and his spiritual sense was much stronger than before. The reason why Ping's Langying is superior is only because the internal force in his body is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Although he doesn't know how to use internal force, let alone temper his body with internal force, there will always be some magical changes unintentionally. His reaction speed, stamina, and physical strength will naturally be much stronger.

But these are nothing in the eyes of the wind, and perhaps the only one who can really threaten him is the mysterious nameless person who is still mysterious.

He still remembered that kind of murderous aura, which was definitely not something that Fuso, a half-samurai, could cultivate. Suifeng didn't have close contact with him, so he didn't understand the strength of his strength. If it's really as weird as Sasaki said, I'm afraid the strength should not be underestimated. Even if you are not a person from the Central Plains like Suifeng, you have some adventures. If you cultivate wholeheartedly according to the method of Fusang, you will never reach such a level.

"You make a move first. Ping's Langying looked at Suifeng, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth. There was some arrogance in the words, and some of the fanaticism that had appeared before.

The spectators below suddenly exclaimed, and dared to let the opponent make a move without the knife out of the sheath, which was too much.

Sui Feng shook his head slowly, "It's better for you to make the first move." Halfway through his words, he continued, "I don't want the game to end so soon." As soon as these words came out, the audience was even more surprised, this remark was too arrogant, and they didn't put Ping's Langying in their eyes at all.

But Lang Ying was not angry, but snorted and sneered: "The words are good, I hope you can move as well as your words." After finishing speaking, he didn't see any movement, and the long knife on his waist popped out suddenly. I don't know if he was stimulated by Suifeng's words, Langying, who was originally proud of himself, really took advantage of Suifeng's advantage, and attacked with one move while Suifeng's long sword was not out.

Together, they used their divine power, and the real long knife was on fire up and down, exuding a fierce and majestic golden light, this kind of momentum and power were by no means comparable to the big moves made by Takahashi and them before.

The angle of this knife is also extremely tricky, neither vertically chopping, nor obliquely, but slashing horizontally from the middle, with a fierce wind as if it wants to cut the entire waist with the wind. The long knife was already on his side, but there was no sign of dodging or parrying with the wind, as if he hadn't seen the dazzling and incomparable sword.

The audience exclaimed, and some girls closed their eyes tightly, not daring to look at the "bloody" scene that was about to happen.

When the strong wind of Langying's knife had already swept the corners of his clothes, the wind finally moved. With a slight touch of his feet, his body was like a feather, and he floated up at once. Without looking, he stepped out with his right foot and pointed at Langying's knife with great precision. The speed of the long knife slowed down sharply, and it quickly stopped.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, as if none of this was supposed to be happening in this world. Even Lang Ying was stunned, staring blankly at the graceful figure of the long knife in his hand standing with the wind. Even Sasaki was terrified, he didn't expect the wind to be so big.

"This trick is over. Sui Feng looked at the wave shadow indifferently, and his voice was also flat.

Langying was startled, and immediately drew his knife and turned around to force the wind down from the knife. But before he could act, there was a slight shock under the wind, and the blade that was as light as a feather just now suddenly became as thick as Mount Tai at this moment. With the wind, it was like a landslide and a crack. Langying felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and could no longer hold the long knife in his hand, and as soon as his hand was released, the knife fell. As soon as the knife fell, it naturally fell with the wind. ...,

Sui Feng was slightly surprised, and let out a "huh". Unexpectedly, he didn't even be able to break the knife with a little bit of skill just now, thinking about it, he stabilized his body with a little ground under his feet, and he didn't even make a sound.

"What's the matter, is it necessary to continue the competition between the two of us?" Sui Feng didn't look at the long knife on the ground, turned around, and asked the Ping's Langying who was full of astonishment in front of him.

"No, no, no, I didn't lose! The competition wasn't over yet, you hadn't beaten me yet, and I hadn't fallen out of the ring. How can it end here?" Ping's Langying couldn't accept such a blow, he had never been so embarrassed before. The whole horizontal flesh on his face trembled, and the ferocity became even thicker.

With a movement of his feet, he hooked the instep of his foot, and hooked the long knife that had just fallen on the ground back into his hand. Slashed towards Suifeng's unsuspecting back, although Suifeng had already heard the sound of the long knife breaking through the air, he still didn't look back, and let the sharp long knife slash towards his back.

However, before Langying's weapon was slashed at his body. When he was still a full foot in front of him, a light blue halo suddenly appeared out of thin air, resisting the long knife in Lang Ying's hand, which was the Daomen Iron Cloth Shirt method taught by Liang Thief before. No matter how hard Lang Ying tried, it was like a treasure knife slashing on a haystack, and the fish intestines pierced into the mud, and it was completely impossible to swing down.

Sui Feng turned around and looked at the long knife suspended in front of him, with a slight smile on his face, "What, you still want to struggle?"

For some reason, this simple sentence of Sui Feng immediately aroused the fighting spirit of Lang Ying. The look of confusion and incomprehension that had just appeared on his face was once again occupied by an elusive frenzy. As soon as he grasped the handle of the long knife in his hand, he jerked it back, and without looking, slashed towards the wind again.

Sui Feng looked at his appearance and sighed in his heart. He is too obsessed with it, the ranking and ranking of the so-called martial arts conference are just virtual things outside the body, and obviously Langying is too deep in it, if not, he is indeed a good seedling to practice martial arts.

Sword chanting, there is no sword light floating in the sky, and there are no cool and incomparable moves. A simple unsheath, a sword.

No, I saw that Langying's mouth had changed shape, and even his expression had completely changed. It's just that it's too late, and his sword has already fallen.

There was a dead silence in the "Jingle Bell" ring, and this sound was particularly harsh.

The knife in Langying's hand was broken. "Ahh There was a scar on each of his shoulders, just like Kanazawa before, the pipa bones were all pierced, even if he could recover, his martial arts did not know how much to regress.

With the wind retracting the sword and sheathing it, regardless of the disbelief in Langying's eyes, he walked off the stage lightly. At this time, an exclamation like a mountain and a sea erupted from the audience.