Of course, changing moves is not Yan Li's unique skill.

Qin Yiqiu knew that he had been caught by Yan Li again, and the first form of Qinglian that he copied was not mixed with any water, and because his cultivation surpassed Yan Li too much, if this blow was sucked away by the other party, it was enough to threaten his life.

His reaction was not unresponsive, and just a moment before the confrontation, he shook his wrist, causing the sword weapon to deviate from its original trajectory. After all, the cliff is not a shield, as long as it is not touched, the other party has no method, and it will not work.

If you can absorb it from the air, then it is not a sword technique, but a demon method.

So in an instant, the two staggered past each other, but neither of them caused harm to the other.

Yan Li landed rapidly, causing the air to be visibly pushed away by the naked eye, forming a ring of waves, surging away in all directions.

But just when he hadn't yet stood firm, Qin Yiqiu borrowed a force in mid-air without knowing how to use it, like a goshawk coiling and whirling, the sword weapon in his hand slashed down with lightning speed, and the sword general spit out the strength of the green lotus, and cut out an arc of light paved by the green lotus in the void.

Yan Li's figure shook slightly, and without thinking about it, he suddenly drew his sword and turned back.

He couldn't block this blow with the hidden sword technique, if he didn't draw the sword, he would not have time to block it, and after the sword was unsheathed, absorbing the external blow force would be greatly reduced, if he couldn't take it, this move would kill him.

The knee-jerk reaction was correct!

Clang!

This turn slash was not very subtle, but it just blocked Qin Yiqiu's sword, and with the violent exchange of gold and stone, the sparks burst out fiercely.

Despite blocking it, Yan Li's face was still pale.

Qin Yiqiu was a second-grade martial artist three years ago, and now even if he is not a first-grade martial artist, it is not far behind;

With great strength, Yan Li's injured tiger's mouth burst out of blood again, and the blood and qi in his body surged, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but finally he couldn't resist it, and the whole person slid backwards quickly.

It's complicated to say, but it's actually just a short moment.

The two sides exchanged blows, the sparks burst out, and Yan Li vomited blood and slid backwards.

Slipped to the edge of the martial arts stage, and stopped in the area where only half of the foot remained. If he falls off the stage, the winner will be decided.

Yan Li stopped at the edge of the martial arts stage, this scene in the eyes of everyone, is just a dying struggle, but they didn't speak, because they changed places, if they were on the stage, maybe they would fall off the stage, in this way, it is not that they are not working hard enough, nor do they need to take the initiative to admit defeat to survive, and it is also a helpless thing to fall off the stage, maybe they can get a "although defeated, they are still honored" evaluation.

But Yan Li didn't, he straightened his back expressionlessly on the edge of only half of his foot, facing a strong enemy that he could not defeat at all, and it could be seen from his back that his belief in victory was not shaken in the slightest.

"At this point, do you still think you have a chance to win?" Zhao Bingren sneered, "Don't be kidding, with your qualifications, you will not be the opponent of the young master for another hundred years of cultivation." ”

Shi Dangdang said angrily: "Isn't that nonsense? He has cultivated for an extra hundred years, and the young master has naturally cultivated for another hundred years, so he is definitely not an opponent." If you want to say that you have cultivated for a hundred years longer than the young master, you are not the opponent of the young master. ”

"Hey, when did you have such a bright brain?" Zhao Bingren exclaimed.

"A dignified martial artist, dealing with a fourth-grade martial artist, he can't take it for half a day, it's just a joke. On the side of the academy, Ma Guanshan sneered not to be outdone, "If the military academy cultivates this kind of waste, I don't think there is any need to fight this battle, Lao Tzu can clean you all up with one hand." ”

"Ouch, General Ma is really majestic, but it's a pity that the war in Bingzhou is all under the control of Wang Ba, no matter how long your hand is in Rongcheng Horse General, you can't reach out to Bingzhou, I'm afraid you say something there, it's like a fart, you have cleaned up Wang Ba in advance, and then come to clean up us, hehehe. ”

The fight on the stage was fierce, and the audience was not peaceful, ridiculing and ridiculing each other, full of gunpowder.

Of course, the duel is far from over, and the two on the stage don't care about how the people in the audience argue, and each other's minds are tightly locked on each other.

As soon as Qin Yiqiu landed, he immediately put away his sword, and as soon as he turned over the palm of his left hand, he saw a yellow-orange-orange bead appear, and covered his right arm. The bead sank into his right arm, and the cracking sound of "snorting" sounded, and it turned out that his right arm suddenly bulged steely muscles, and the sleeve of his shirt was torn apart.

A huge amount of vitality poured out of him, and he let out a low roar, and his mutated right arm slammed into the ground.

Rumble!

First, a huge explosion exploded in the eardrums, which made Yan Li dizzy, and when he finally looked at it, he saw that the bluestone slab paved ground in front of Qin Yiqiu was lifted by a huge force, like a huge wave set off by the tide, overwhelmingly hitting the sky.

The entire martial arts platform is within its range, and this blow is also calculated by Qin Yiqiu, not giving Yan Li the slightest chance to breathe, and there is no dead end to dodge.

Either take the initiative to jump off the stage and admit defeat, or be pushed off the stage by this huge wave, there is no third way.

But on the contrary, Yan Li is a master who never accepts his fate.

He rushed forward a few steps sharply to avoid falling off the stage if he couldn't resist it.

"Brother Yan, no!" Qin Yiqiu was taken aback, he never thought that Yan would have to fight in this situation.

But it was already too late, and in just a few steps, the huge waves had already hit head-on, and countless gravel shot on Yan Li's body like falling rain.

In this exclamation one after another, Yan Li only used his hands to protect his head and face, like a traveler in the desert who is heading forward against a sandstorm.

However, everything has its limits, Qin Yiqiu's seemingly simple earth hammer actually contains a terrifying fist, and the yellow, orange and orange bead of Fang Cai is actually one of the ancestral spirits.

The giant wave was not an ordinary giant wave, Yan Li noticed it as soon as he rushed in, the closer he got to the core, the stronger the tearing force became, and he suspected that before he could break through this storm, he would be torn into pieces.

A bowl-sized piece of gravel slashed Yan Li's forehead, and the blood suddenly blurred his eyes.

Not only the forehead, but the lightning-fast gravel turned into a sharp weapon that cut everything that dared to hinder them, and soon turned Yan Li into a bloody man.

"Brother Yan, this is not like you. Qin Yiqiu shook his head, "Is the victory of the academy really that important?"

"I promised her to defeat you...... Although peace, it is not so easy to get ......"

Consciousness is between sobriety and disillusionment, Yan Li is no stranger to this, just because he is often on the edge of life and death.

"Hehehe, but peace, it's not so easy to get ......"

The ghost in my heart seems to have jumped out again. In a sarcastic tone, the voice was also extremely hoarse.

Sound?

Yes, how did you forget, everything is silent, and it is for the heart to live, for the heart of the sword.

The stones, the fine sand, the bricks, the storm, and even the Dharma itself, all have their own voice.

Jian Xin, who has not been able to achieve the second sword heart state, finally came again at this critical juncture.

Then the world plunged into complete darkness.

In the darkness, countless threads of silk stretched in all directions, intertwined into flying stones, fine sand, slabs and storms, and the world was reconstructed before our eyes.

Yan Li couldn't speak, he took a step forward, and the sword light flickered, and then flickered and flickered, and then flickered and flickered......

He had only taken four steps in total, and the first three steps were cut into countless pieces by the great wave-like storm.

In the last step, the cliff was already against Qin Yiqiu's throat, and with just a slight stab, he could take his life.