Almighty Cultivation Supreme

Huang Xiaolong walked leisurely and stepped into the battle ring belonging to the third group.

There are a total of 6 rings, and the battle is going on at the same time.

Under every ring, there is a respected elder who is meticulous and serves as a referee.

Huang Xiaolong's opponent was a man with sharp eyes in his eyes, who was three or four years older than Huang Xiaolong, and was named 'Yinglin'.

This person has 42 true qi condensed in his body. In his hand, he held a sharp sword.

"Heh~~ Good luck. Ying Lin looked at Huang Xiaolong, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "2 points in hand. ”

"Uh... Apparently, do you think that Steady is better than me?" Huang Xiaolong shook his head speechlessly.

To be reasonable, the martial arts of this Ying family, its specifications, grades, and gold content are really not comparable to the boxing competition in Jiangnan City. The two are almost worlds apart!

Even though in the Jiangnan City Ring Competition, there were three heroes of the Wei family, as well as Huangfu Tu Sun, such strong people, but in the case of Huangfu Tu Sun, it is nothing more than 29 true qi condensed.

The opponent in front of Huang Xiaolong, Ying Lin, had condensed 42 True Qi, and he probably had the strength to kill Emperor Fu and Tu Sun in seconds.

There is no weakling person who can stand in this ring...

Of course, for Huang Xiaolong, they are all weak!

In the Jiangnan City Ring Competition, Huang Xiaolong's martial arts display was indeed the tip of the iceberg!

"In terms of sideways, you are indeed a talent, but in terms of force, I'm afraid you can't. Okay, I'm not a member of the uncle's lineage, I don't have any grudges with you, you can get out of here. I don't want to hurt you. If you have to entangle, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Stop talking nonsense, come on. Huang Xiaolong said with a grin.

"Look for death! Okay, I'll fulfill you! Where's your weapon?" Ying Lin's expression was vicious.

"To deal with you, it seems, you don't need weapons. Huang Xiaolong looked serious.

"How can this be reasonable!Get out of here!" Ying Lin was furious, shook his hand and stabbed at Huang Xiaolong.

The sword light was like water, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Huang Xiaolong's chest!

This sword is fast, ruthless and accurate, and the true qi attached to the sword sneers like wind and thunder!

In an instant, that dreamlike sword light enveloped Huang Xiaolong. The sword light was beautiful and gorgeous, but it also revealed a suffocating danger.

The ancestral inheritance of the Ying family is swordsmanship, obviously, this Yinglin has a good talent in the way of the sword, this trick is not old, there is a kind of endless, inexhaustible, ambush charm on all sides.

However, in Huang Xiaolong's opinion, there were simply too many flaws in this sword!

Without him, Huang Xiaolong had been in the underworld since he was a child, and he had followed many ancient martial arts souls to cultivate martial arts, and his own eyesight and cultivation were not comparable to those of Yinglin and the like.

Moreover, Huang Xiaolong communicated yin and yang through the flowers on the other side, which was equivalent to learning Ying Kexin's lifelong learning.

Ying Kexin's descendants practiced the swordsmanship it created back then, but it was already incomplete, Huang Xiaolong had learned complete swordsmanship, so as soon as Ying Lin's sword light moved, Huang Xiaolong saw through everything.

Flaws, back moves, all changes, all the chest!

Speaking of being too late, Huang Xiaolong's body seemed to be lazily taking a step towards the left, and slapped his right hand with his backpalm.

Sonor!

This palm, with some true qi attached, slapped on the weakest link of Yinglin's swordsmanship, which was the biggest flaw.

哐啷~~~!!!

The sword lands.

"You're defeated. Huang Xiaolong put his hands behind his back and said lightly.

"You... You... What kind of martial arts are you... How is it possible..."Ying Lin looked at the downed long sword in a daze, only to feel that the sharp sword move he had just made seemed to have failed as soon as it was sent out, and then Huang Xiaolong found a gap and shot his sword down without much effort.

Yinglin is unwilling!

He was about to pick up the long sword and fight Huang Xiaolong again, but the elder under the ring announced. "The third group, the first round, the first game, Huang Xiaolong wins, 2 points. Yinglin lost, 0 points. ”

Huang Xiaolong jumped out of the ring in a very dashing manner.

In the camp of Yingxiao, there was a cheer.

"Tsk, my son-in-law, it seems, is really hidden, can't see through, can't see through. Yingxiao was surprised and delighted.

"Dad, I'll just say, Xiaolong is very powerful. Every day, he is able to bring great surprises to people. Ying Aoshan's face was full of pride.

Yun Bo muttered beside him. "Miss, Young Master Yinglin, in the fourth generation of the family, he is already a master, Huang Gongzi defeated him, and he actually lifted weights lightly, it seems that in the ring competition in Jiangnan City, Huang Gongzi is hiding too much... Now, the old man wants to see how high Huang Gongzi's real force is. ”

In the camp of Ying Chong's lineage, led by Ying Chong, all of them looked a little unnatural.

"The breeze... It's a bit of an evil one. That little bastard's martial arts are really a bit evil. The move just now seemed to see through the flaws in Yinglin's swordsmanship in advance. Ying Chong was faintly worried.

"Dad, don't think too much. The flaws in Yinglin's move are indeed too many and flashy. Ying Qingfeng said nonchalantly.

The second group in the ring.

Ying Aotian did not use the swordsmanship he was good at, but used the six-vein divine sword, stabbing out at once, Shaoshang Sword, Shangyang Sword, Zhongchong Sword, Shaochong Sword......

Each invisible sword qi was used in turn, at the beginning, it was still a little rusty, but later, it became more and more proficient, forcing the opponent to retreat again and again.

Well, Ying Aotian treats his opponent as a live target, and he is familiar with the six-vein divine sword while fighting.

"If you don't fight, you won't fight, Brother Ao Tiantian, you are amazing, I admit defeat. Damn, this invisible sword qi is simply too powerful... Brother Ao Tiantian, in time, if you have practiced, then you will have to pay it back, and you won't fight!" The opponent directly admitted defeat.

In the first game of the first round, Huang Xiaolong and Ying Aotian, who played in the game, won easily, scoring 2 points each.

Huang Xiaolong returned to his seat, crossed Erlang's legs, and didn't spend much energy watching the battle.

This level of fighting, although exciting, is a passionate collision between ancient martial arts masters, if it seems to ordinary people, it is the same as enjoying a Hollywood magic blockbuster, the senses are extremely stimulated, but in Huang Xiaolong's opinion, it is also ordinary.

The first round of battles was staged one after another.

The first group of battle rings!

Childe-level, the first person of the fourth generation of the Ying family, Ying Qingfeng, finally appeared!

As the generation of the Ying family, the limelight of the Ying Qingfeng is indeed too prosperous, comparable to the prince, as soon as he appeared on the stage, the whole square was surrounded by landslides and tsunamis-like cheers and cheers.

Ying Qingfeng's opponent is actually not weak, and he is also a great grandmaster who has condensed 53 true qi. It's a wooden boy.

"What? do you still want to fight?" Ying Qingfeng looked at his opponent coldly and arrogantly, with his hands behind his back, obviously disdainful. "Get down!"

The young man held the sword in his hand, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes, but he said respectfully. "Qingfeng, my cultivation is naturally too far worse than yours, and my talent is far inferior to yours. However, I practiced martial arts very hard last year, and I want to try it and take a few moves in your hands. ”

"Hahahaha, one move to defeat you!" Ying Qingfeng was so proud that he couldn't speak.

"That's not necessarily!" The young man finally burned into anger, and the sword momentum of his whole body was raised to the apex, and the person was like an arrow from the string, flying to Ying Qingfeng, and the long sword was handed out, like cutting tofu, splitting the air in front of him into two, and it was difficult to recondense in a short time, with the terrifying momentum of a landslide, attacking Ying Qingfeng.

"Xiaolong, pay attention, Ying Qingfeng has made a move!" Ying Aoshan couldn't help reminding. "He... It should be that in this year's martial arts, the opponent who poses the greatest threat to you!"

"I don't want to see it, it's boring. Good wife, I'll rest on you..."Huang Xiaolong tilted his head directly, took Ying Aoshan's shoulder, used it as a pillow, and leaned in.

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