The battle of the inner gate continued, and in the next one, Jun Changxiao sent Ling Yuanxue.

Although this girl is a little timid, when the game starts, the bursting fist and the opening palm are unleashed, and the opponent is sent flying out like a chaotic punch to kill the master!

Then two more battles.

At this point, all the outer disciples who went to Death Valley to train participated in the battle and defeated their opponents, raising the total victory to sixty-four.

The corners of the mouths of the various forces twitched violently.

Before the challenge began, who would have thought that it was not the Iron Bone Sect that was completely blown up, but the Holy Spring Sect!

"It's terrible!" Ma Yunteng exclaimed.

The disciples brought by Jun Changxiao, even if he sent disciples to fight in Cangshan, he would definitely be the last one to lose!

Xi Jingxuan smiled and said, "Let's just say, if the Iron Bone Sect of the Jun Sect doesn't have the strength, how dare you come to challenge the Holy Spring Sect." ”

Lil was completely silent.

Sixty-four wins, she Miaohua Palace can't do it!

Murong Xin muttered, "It turns out that his sect is so strong. ”

"Hmph. ”

Senior Sister said lightly: "It's a fifth-rate sect, and it's really embarrassing to be so weak." ”

She hasn't understood yet, it's not that the Holy Spring Sect is weak, it's that the Iron Bone Sect is too strong!

Next, in fact, there is no need to fight again, because the Holy Spring Sect, which has lost sixty-four games in a row, not only lost the face of a fifth-rate sect, but also lost even its underwear!

But.

Elder Jin sent his disciples to fight again!

This inner disciple looked to be almost thirty years old, and his strength was at the level of a fourth-grade martial artist.

During this period, the Holy Spring Sect did not send a fourth-grade martial artist to fight, but it was still defeated by the disciples of the second-grade martial artist of the Iron Bone Sect.

In the face of a group of metamorphoses and states piled up with various resources, it is difficult to win without absolute hierarchical suppression.

Jun Changxiao originally planned to let Tian Qi fight.

Ma Yongning took the initiative to ask: "Boss, please let me play!"

One black and two black both appeared, which made Liu Wanshi very happy, and he couldn't bear the idea of fighting for a long time.

Jun Chang smiled: "It's okay." ”

"Brush!"

Ma Yongning stepped into the martial arts arena.

He always held the knife that had been cut off and connected, and said proudly: "Fight with weapons." ”

The disciples of the Holy Spring Sect looked at Elder Jin, and after receiving his instructions, they sacrificed the three-foot long sword.

"Disciple of the Holy Spring Sect, Lan Jing. ”

"Disciple of the Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect, Ma Yongning. ”

Since the registration number, the warriors of various factions are a little speechless.

The two of them are so old, especially Ma Yongning of the Iron Bone Sect, who looks almost forty or fifty years old, and he is only a disciple, how bad this must be!

I'm only twenty-nine!

Who TM's forty or fifty years old!

Ma Yongning said: "At the beginning of the game, you make the first move, because my knife is out of the sheath, you have no chance." ”

Lan Jing: "......"

This middle-aged man is so arrogant!

"Go!" the referee shouted.

"Qiang ————"

Lan Jing's long sword was unsheathed, and he rushed forward, his wrist shook in the process, and an intricate sword flower was intertwined in an instant!

"Wave Sword Technique!"

"This is a top-grade sword skill!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Facing the sword flower like the waves of the sea, Ma Yongning smiled faintly, put the knife down, and put his right hand on the hilt.

"Whew!"

In an instant, a bubbling thick knife intent permeated the body, revealing a desolate atmosphere that seemed to come from Mobei.

"This knife intent ......"

A strong man exclaimed, "He's a sword cultivator!"

"What?"

Everyone's eyes widened.

Sword cultivation and sword cultivation are very rare in the Starfall Continent!

"Qiang ————"

At this moment, Ma Yongning took a step forward, and the knife with obvious traces of repair was unsheathed, and the desolate aura instantly erupted, like a sandstorm.

"The Knife of the Northern Desert!"

"Whew!"

The sword qi roared out, shattering the attacking waves and sword flowers with the power of Trigula.

"Not good!"

Lan Jing's eyes were shocked, and he hurriedly retreated to the sidelines!

"Boom!"

The heavy knife qi slashed on the stone slab, showing a knife mark more than five meters long!

Lan Jing, who fled to the sidelines, broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

Ma Yongning's sword is not hurting, otherwise, he would not have escaped, but he would have been split a long time ago!

Another win for the Iron Bone Faction!

At this time, what the forces of all parties cared about was not the sixty-five victories, but the seemingly very old disciple of the Iron Bone Sect was actually a sword cultivator!

Jun Changxiao was also a little stunned.

He once fought with Ma Yongning, and he was not so strong at that time.

"Wow!"

Liu Wanshi said excitedly: "It's amazing!"

Hearing what the little girl said, Ma Yongning slowly withdrew the knife, and the pride that a knife maker should have appeared on his face.

"Ding! The disciple defeated the inner disciple of the Holy Spring Sect 15/15, meeting the hidden standard, the epic task completion rate is 60%, and the host gets 200 contribution points. ”

"Ding!Sect Contribution Value: 1905/2000. ”

It seems that to reach the hidden standard is to defeat a few more on the original number of defeats.

Jun Chang smiled and arched his hand: "Elder Jin, I'm sorry, I won another game." ”

The "......" crowd collapsed.

Boss Jun, your Iron Bone Sect has won sixty-five games by luck, and you are about to cry when you win the Holy Spring Sect!

"Elder!"

Qing Linfeng couldn't help it, and said, "Disciple, please fight!"

Elder Jin suppressed his endless anger and pinned high hopes on him: "Linfeng, you must win!"

"Yes!"

Qing Linfeng walked to the martial arts arena and stopped in the central area, his expression extremely solemn.

The junior brother played sixty-five defeats, which made him unacceptable, so this battle must be won no matter what!

"The disciples of the Holy Spring Sect have gone to war!"

"He should have been sent on the field a long time ago to boost the morale of the disciples who will appear later!"

"Judging from the breath, Lin Feng Gongzi is at least a sixth-grade martial artist!"

"Tsk, a top-grade martial artist at this level must have at least 80,000 jin of strength!"

When Qing Linfeng appeared on the stage, the forces of all parties finally realized that the Holy Spring Sect had to take it seriously.

If Elder Jin knew what they were thinking, he would definitely vomit blood, because of the battle of the inner disciples, my Holy Spring Sect was already serious, but it couldn't win at all!

"Hmph. ”

The Lord of the Qin Alliance said coldly: "The Lord of Linfeng has the best spiritual root, and he is also a top-grade martial artist, not to mention his Iron Bone Sect disciple, even if that Jun Chang laughs and fights, he will be brutally abused!"

"Finally there's a good show to watch!" laughed the master of the Long Knife Gate and the alliance boss.

Sixty-five battles, the iron bone faction won sixty-five games, so that their hearts were cool and cool, and now Qing Linfeng is fighting, revealing a strong atmosphere, and suddenly comes to the spirit!

It's just that...... Even if you do win the next game, it will be for nothing!

"This man is not weak. ”

Jun Chang held his chin with a smile, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Sin yourself, you go and meet him." ”

"Yes. ”

Xiao Sinji walked over.

After standing in the center of the martial arts arena, he said: "Iron Bone Zheng Zheng faction, Xiao sins himself!"

Xiao sins himself?

The warriors of all parties looked stunned, and looked at Murong Xin who was watching the battle from a distance.

"Senior sister. ”

The senior sister was also surprised: "This Xiao sins himself, could it be your former fiancé?"

Murong Xin was silent, his bright eyes always looked at the man standing proudly on the martial arts arena, and said secretly: "Your fellow disciple is very strong, what about you?"

(End of chapter)