As the referee's arm rose and fell, Qiu Heng and I shot at the same time.

They bumped into each other almost instantly, as the champion favorite of this Lingwu Rising Star Competition, Qiu Heng's strength was naturally not weak.

Under the collision of arms and arms, I could clearly feel the toughness coming from him.

is worthy of the second generation of spirits, and his body foundation is extremely solid.

But the hard-fought confrontation between me and him didn't prevail, and it was a draw.

Under the impact, I took the initiative to withdraw my arm and took a few steps back.

That Qiu Heng thought that I was not strong enough and occupied the next point, so he immediately hooked the corners of his mouth.

Confidently he pulled out a pure white sword from the storage ring, ready to take advantage of the victory.

The female fans on the side let out a scream like killing pigs, and they all shouted like crazy:

"Senior Brother Qiu Heng is so handsome!"

"Wow! I took out the saber in the spiritual mountain, and it was handsome!"

"I like Senior Brother Qiu Heng so much......"

Facing Qiu Heng, who had infinite scenery, I silently took out the ring knife, twisted my wrist lightly, and the blade with the red inscription came out.

But everyone's reaction was to let out bursts of "boo".

It seems that I have become a victim of Qiu Heng, so I shouldn't win this game.

In that case, then I should give it my all!

I bent my knees slightly, and the front side of the fist of Xingyi took an offensive step, and then raised the ring knife in front of me, and hooked my finger at Qiu Heng with the other hand.

Qiu Heng was still indulging in the cheers of the surrounding audience, smiling proudly.

Seeing that I hooked my finger at him defiantly, Qiu Heng bent his mouth and said:

"Something that doesn't take it easy!"

With that, he snapped up and pounced on me with his pure white sword.

Halfway through, Qiu Heng turned over, and the long sword he was dragging in his hand was also raised sideways to the top of his head, and when he rushed in front of me, he threw it fiercely like a mountain splitting the ground.

Brother Zhang once told me that the most important thing in fighting with people of the same level is not what moves you make, but understanding other people's moves.

I prepared well in advance and kept a clear eye on his moves.

Seeing the white sword with spiritual light thrown towards the top of my head, I quickly raised the ring sword, and there was a loud "bang!"

The ring knife was trembling and trembling when it was beaten, Qiu Heng missed a blow, and after landing on the ground, he quickly retracted the knife and stabbed again.

This time he leaned forward and brought me closer to him to the most dangerous position.

With a sharp sword, he tried to force me back.

But I already expected his intentions, and as long as he took half a step back, he would pick up a sword.

I have a lot of experience in hand-to-hand combat, I have never been afraid of anyone, and in a short period of time, I have made a choice not to retreat but to advance.

I stepped forward with my left leg almost close to the edge of his sword.

Leaning forward, while he was still controlling the long sword, the spiritual power in his body surged instantly, and with a muffled sound of "bang!", he slammed his shoulder into his chest.

Qiu Heng flew backwards two or three steps away, and kicked the ground with his hind legs before he could stand firm.

Qiu Heng covered his chest with an ugly face, and hurriedly pressed his mouth again, and coughed a few times.

The cheers of those female fans who supported him came to an abrupt end.

"This ...... Did Senior Brother Qiu Heng be beaten back?"

"It shouldn't be hurt, I think he coughed a few times just now......"

"Isn't Senior Brother Qiu Heng the champion candidate of this competition, why can't he even beat this ordinary kid?"

……

This time, with a sturdy Xingyi fist shoulder blow, even if he was not injured internally, his internal organs would have to be bled by me.

Usually, when I play Xingyi boxing, I rarely use all my strength.

This is the first experiment, looking at Qiu Heng's face, the effect should be good.

Maybe it's because of the questions in the audience, or maybe it's because of my relaxed appearance.

Qiu Heng once again took off his gentle student skin, revealing an unruly and violent temper.

He gritted his teeth hard, and his teeth were stained with blood.

"Death!"

With his fierce voice, Qiu Heng rushed over again.

Although he was angry and violent, he did not lose his mind.

Knowing that he was inferior to me in close quarters, he began to swim and fight with me, trying to use swordsmanship to grapple with me.

And his method, it really works.

Qiu Heng, who is an academic, is very solid in terms of basic skills, at least I can't fight back easily.

The elegant swordsmanship of the Lingshan Sect circled the ring.

The people in the audience seemed to see hope again and began to cheer.

After all, judging from the scene, I was indeed beaten in the center, and there was no room to fight back.

But the real situation, only Qiu Heng himself knows.

Although his attacks were gorgeous, they were all blocked one by one by my sword, and after fighting for so long, except for consuming a lot of Qiu Heng's physical strength, it had no effect at all.

Qiu Heng became more and more worried, and the sweat on his face came out.

He bared his teeth anxiously and whispered at me:

"Still not fighting back?"

I curled the corners of my mouth, and I already knew this Qiu Heng's ability.

Then, he said without hurry:

"The previous opponents are all weaker than you, right?"

"And in this game, the original opponent is not me, right?"

"You insist on fighting me with confidence, thinking that you are really strong?"

"It's a pity, the road that your grandfather paved for you is going to be smashed by you!"

Qiu Heng was told that he was thinking, gasping for breath angrily, and finally roared angrily:

"Shut up!

Qiu Heng, who pounced on him, was dodged by my moving footsteps again.

Looking at Qiu Heng, who was out of control, I felt in my heart that this game was won easily.

His strength is even weaker than I thought, and I overestimated him a lot.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt that something was wrong behind me.

The foreboding that I had felt before came back to me.

Before I could turn around, I only felt a pain in my calf, and half of my leg instantly lost sensation and fell to my knees.

Qiu Heng stood opposite me, observing me with a wicked smile, and did not step forward for the time being.

I turned my head and saw that the referee of the match was standing behind me.

He stared at me with a cold face, his back to the rostrum, just blocking all view from the rostrum above.

And in the crook of my left leg, there is a tiny silver needle pierced in the joint.

The referee stared at me and said indifferently:

"Can you still fight, stand up!"

As he spoke, he stepped on my silver needle and pressed the whole needle completely into my flesh.

Suddenly, the pain came, and the calf was like thousands of small insects biting, and it was extremely painful.

In just two seconds, I was already in a cold sweat.

And the referee still looked at me indifferently, as if nothing had happened.

I gritted my teeth angrily and said:

"You're plotting against me!"

The referee tilted his chin and looked ahead as if he hadn't heard.

I picked up my sword with all my might, trying to slash at the referee.

But at this time, Qiu Heng, who was standing opposite just now, had already quietly touched behind me and kicked me in the head fiercely.

I was defenseless, and I was kicked away and hit the iron cage net hard.

At the same time, there was deafening applause from the sidelines......