Ling Bo and Wang Xiaoming come and go in the fighting arena, the sword qi is staggered, and there are more than ten rounds in a moment, Ling Bo not only knows the swordsmanship of the family, but also a water spirit body monk, every time the sword blade with cold air will pass by Wang Xiaoming's side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Xiaoming flipped the sword momentum, stabbed out from the right down, Ling Bo horizontal sword opened it, the Ling family's Southern Dipper Cross Sword looked very simple at first glance, but it was a horizontal and vertical change, but people who cultivated to a high level could naturally see that the linkage effect between each two moves was like countless crosses flashing in front of their eyes, and in the end, there was only a vast nebula in their eyes, an infinite universe-like scene.

As Ling Bo's sword speed accelerated, Wang Xiaoming's long sword gradually became unable to parry, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly stepped back, and threw the long sword at Ling Bo with his hand.

As soon as he saw Wang Xiaoming throw away his long sword, Ling Luo on the platform concentrated and secretly shouted in his heart: It's coming.

Ling Bo flew the oncoming long sword, and was about to move forward, Wang Xiaoming flipped his palms together: "Electric light rushes to thunder palm!" Several blue-purple electric lights two fingers thick hit the other party.

Ling Bo's sword move was not flustered, and with her swinging sword body, one after another electric lights were directed to the direction, Wang Xiaoming looked at it, oh, lightning is easy to direction?

The so-called lightning is not a trick, but a small skill to transfer energy, and the Ling family sisters know what tricks the Wang family has, so they will naturally make some preparations.

At this time, Ling Bo was like a delicate stamen, blooming with the trajectory of the sword god, blooming purple-blue arc petals.

In terms of strength, she is not Wang Xiaoming's opponent, but with a pair of discerning eyes, she always takes the lead, even if her discerning eyes can't see much of the future, as long as she sees what moves Wang Xiaoming will make in the next moment, then she can suppress it in advance.

Ling Bo unleashed his eyes with all his strength, silently chanting in his heart, "The next moment, his right hand will make a move...... When Wang Xiaoming was about to make a move, Ling Bo had already begun to dodge.

Another slap in the air, Wang Xiaoming was very unhappy in his heart: "If you continue to fight like this, you will never want to hurt her, it is really annoying to be able to predict the future." As he spoke, he used his yin and yang purple pupils.

Of course, all this has long been seen by Ling Bo's discerning eyes, and he doesn't look at Wang Xiaoming at all, and this is exactly what Wang Xiaoming wants, only to see him come to Ling Bo's side one by one, and with a few consecutive blows, Ling Bo will dodge.

Ling Bo gritted his teeth secretly: "Damn, if you don't look at him, you can't predict his moves, and if you look at him, you will be restrained by the Yin Yang Purple Pupil, my cultivation is really not enough." ”

Ling Bo closed his eyes and continued to attack Wang Xiaoming, because of the uniqueness of Ling Jiahui's eyes, even if he closed his eyes, he could see clearly, but the prediction function was gone, but because he couldn't look at each other, the deterrent effect of the Yin Yang Purple Pupil naturally couldn't work.

Wang Xiaoming said secretly, sure enough.

From the beginning, Wang Xiaoming did not expect the Yin Yang Purple Pupil to become a killing move, the Ling family's wisdom is very difficult to entangle, in view of this, as soon as Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand to take back the long sword again, the two had already begun to compete in swordsmanship, but this time Wang Xiaoming's sword move suddenly changed, and the situation that was suppressed just now was reversed.

On the platform, Long Aotian became interested: "Senior sister, that seems to be your Ling family's Nandou Cross Sword." ”

Ling Luo, who was on the side, was silent, but she also recognized the family heirloom sword move.

Ling Bo in the field asked in disbelief, "How did you know how to use the Southern Dipper Cross Sword?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled lightly: "What did I learn from you?"

Ling Bo was a little panicked: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Just a few fights were learned by someone to learn tricks, could it be that the Ling family's tricks have reached such a cheap point?

As Wang Xiaoming pressed forward step by step, Ling Bo felt that he was powerless to fight back, and it seemed that his moves were suppressed by the other party.

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "Senior sister, come and see the brilliant starry sky." ”

At that moment, Wang Xiaoming seemed to have turned into a thousand hands and thousands of arms, and a little sword light formed a galaxy, Lin Yue said secretly: The sword momentum is so fast, and the sword light remaining in the eyes is connected, giving people a dizzying sense of dizziness.

This is exactly what it is: the starlight floats and the sword shadow is a thousand bushes, the empty point is dotted into the deep pupil, the infinite light casts a long chain, and the ten directions bind the enemy and lock the dragon.

Ling Bo could no longer take the move hard, she was surrounded by Wang Xiaoming's sword momentum, and there was no way to retreat, at the critical moment, she flashed her fingers, and an invisible sword qi hit Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming sensed that an attack was approaching, and resisted with his sword, only to hear a muffled sound of impact, Wang Xiaoming was knocked back two steps, and he narrowed his eyes: "Xuanling Sword Qi Finger." But he saw that his sword had been broken.

Ling Bo exhaled slowly: "Ha~" It seems that this trick has a great load on her, the Xuanling Sword Qi refers to the Ling family's killing move, hurting people with invisible sword qi, but the requirements for cultivation are quite high, and Ling Bo's current cultivation can't be sent a few times.

Ling Bo said: "This kind of sword skill is definitely not learned by chance, where did you learn your sword moves?" The Ling family's mastery has never been passed on, that is, one day if he marries himself, his husband and children cannot be taught, and those who violate it will be executed by the family.

Wang Xiaoming threw away the broken sword: "Oh, it's been exposed so soon, okay, my sword moves have been learned from Ling Yundu's predecessors." ”

Ling Bo immediately said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, I was not born when my grandfather died, and you are the same, how can you learn it from him!?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled and pointed to his eyes: "Senior sister, don't forget, I am from the Wang family of Fengdu." ”

Ling Bo suddenly remembered, "Damn, how did I forget." "The people of the Wang family can freely shuttle between yin and yang, and it is too normal for a master to go to the underworld to see the world, according to rumors, many masters need someone to help them do some things, and they often use their own mastery to trade with the children of the Wang family.

Ling Bo shouted: "No, even if this is the case, Grandpa Tai will not pass on the family heirloom moves, you are lying to me!!"

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "Guess?"

Ling Bo's thoughts became more and more confused, and at this time, Ling Luo shouted on the stage: "Cousin, don't fall for his tricks, he will only be able to do the first three forms." ”

Ling Bo calmed down and thought about it, sure enough, Wang Xiaoming didn't use a more clever sword momentum, thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but calm down, Wang Xiaoming secretly called pity, he turned back to the platform and said, "Senior sister, it's not a good habit to interfere with the competition." ”

Referee Ye Han also said: "Except for the two people present in the competition, the onlookers are forbidden to intervene, and if they commit again, they will directly announce Yushan admitting defeat." ”

Ling Luo replied in a low voice, "Yes, the disciple knows his mistake. ”

The Ling family's mastery is the Ming Sutra passed down by the ancestor of the Dao Ancestor, the highest level of cultivation is that the heart is like stopping water, and calmness is the premise of everything, Wang Xiaoming finally disrupted Ling Bo's mood, but he didn't expect to be called back by Ling Luo.

Ling Bo said, "Senior Brother Wang, it seems that what you have learned is only a little scratch of the surface. ”

Wang Xiaoming said helplessly: "Of course, the Ling family is extremely knowledgeable and profound, I just did a small favor to the Ling senior, and his old man taught me the three styles under the premise that I swore never to spread it." ”

Limbo said, "That's good. Ling Bo didn't care about winning or losing at this time, she was more concerned about the future of the Ling family, and it was good that the moves didn't leak out.

Wang Xiaoming said: "Okay, the time for fun is over, I don't want to delay the competition of other junior brothers and sisters." As he spoke, the golden light flashed in his hand, and a strange rope appeared.

Lin Yue said: "It's the spirit rope." "He has seen this thing in Fengdu, it is used by the disciples of the Wang family to bind spiritual objects, and it can also be used on living people?

Long Aotian smiled: "Sure enough, it's here." ”

I saw Wang Xiaoming's rope floating up and flying towards Ling Bo, Ling Bo hurriedly dodged, and the head of the rope also chased after him, Ling Bo ran farther and farther, and Wang Xiaoming's rope became longer and longer.

Ling Luo on the platform said silently: "It's useless, how big the cultivator's cultivation is, how long the spirit binding rope can extend, in this place of competition, Senior Brother Wang can almost cover the whole area." ”

As Ling Bo continued to evade and dodge, Wang Xiaoming's spirit rope became longer and longer, almost surrounding Ling Bo in it, Ling Bo secretly said that it was not good, only caring about the dodge in front of him, ignoring the overall layout of the opponent, Wang Xiaoming tightened in an instant, the golden rope tied Ling Bo, the rope disappeared in a flash, and Ling Bo also stood there unable to move.

Lin Yue knew that the spirit rope itself was not a physical object, it was not used to bind people, it was directly acting on the soul, on the surface, Ling Bo was just standing still now, in fact, her soul had been tied to her body, Wang Xiaoming as long as she had the heart to pull the rope, she could pull her soul out of her body, worthy of being the Huangquan inducer, even if she was on the field, she would be trapped to death, this is a battle that must be lost.

Fortunately, in the world, the Wang family is only a neutral existence, and he can only be a neutral existence.

Wang Xiaoming slowly walked towards Ling Bo, took the long sword from her hand and put it on Ling Bo's neck: "Senior sister, you lost." ”

Referee Ye nodded shyly: "In the first game, Butterfly Valley King Xiaoming won." When Wang Xiaoming tied Ling Bo's soul with a spirit rope, Ye Han knew that Ling Bo had already lost, but he wanted to see if she could turn the tables, but it really didn't work.

Wang Xiaoming silently walked down the fighting arena, it's okay to play, anyway, the Wang family can't intervene in the affairs of the world, as a Huangquan usher, he must remain neutral, so whether he wins or loses, there will be no chance to shoot at ordinary people in the future, so just now except for the thunder palm with electricity, the other family inheritance exercises are useless, in fact, the first time to take out the spirit rope, you can win immediately, it is rare to have a big gathering of the three sects, if that is too disappointing.

This time, it was the three generations of disciples who started to compete between the various sects, and it was the second generation who handled the affairs.

The first scene ended, and the second scene was a disciple of Yushan who used a sword to whisper to Butterfly Valley.

The corners of Xuanyu Tianzun's mouth were slightly raised, this is a girl, it seems that this scene should end soon, looking up, looking at Lin Yue on the platform, Xuanyu Tianzun thought in his heart, "It's time for you to know something, don't let me down, senior brother." ”