Ling Tian looked at Qiu Bufan, who came with a sword, his eyes were full of disdain, and he snorted coldly and greeted him. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Qiu Bufan knew that he was powerless to win, and only by fighting hard could he have that chance of winning. As soon as the two of them met, Qiu Bufan used the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box and attacked Ling Tian fiercely.

It's just that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes, and after only five or six moves of the two of them, Qiu Bufan's shoulder hit Ling Tian's finger, and he suddenly had to cover his shoulders and fly back quickly. Although Qiu Bufan suffered a small loss, he did not give up and went forward with his sword again.

This time, after only three moves of the two of them, Qiu Bufan was punched by Ling Tian again, his face turned pale, and he jumped out. Seeing this, Ling Tian didn't pursue, he stopped in place, and looked at Qiu Bufan's eyes full of disdain.

Qiu Bufan was also full of helplessness, and Ling Tian was drawn in the first round of the lottery, which was basically a must-lose. Although he knew that he would be defeated, everyone advised him to admit defeat as soon as possible, but he wanted to fight with all his might. In the end, even if he failed, he would have to make Ling Tian have some damage, so that Leng Yuxuan and Ling Tian would have a better chance of winning in the future.

Leng Yuxuan was already slightly inferior to Ling Tian, and today he was greatly injured in order to save Yun Mengchen. In the competition a few days later, he would definitely never be Ling Tian's opponent again. At this time, Qiu Bufan's idea of fighting Ling Tian was even stronger.

Qiu Bufan didn't know the relationship between Ling Tian and Liu Ruoshuang, nor did he know that he and Leng Yuxuan were really rivals. He only knew that Ling Tian didn't know why he regarded Leng Yuxuan as an enemy, if the two of them faced each other, Ling Tian would definitely not show mercy to his subordinates.

Qiu Taiqing and Qiu Bufan's ancestors and grandsons both received great favors from Wuji Palace, and Leng Yuxuan was the young master of Wuji Palace. Similarly, he is also the most promising person in the history of Wuji Palace, and it can also be said that the hope for the future of Wuji Palace. As a person in the Wuji Palace, Qiu Bufan believes that he naturally has the responsibility or obligation to clear the obstacles for the young master.

At this time, Ling Tian looked at Qiu Bufan, his face full of disdain: "What kind of bullshit Wuji Palace, this kind of martial arts can also be called the leader of the evil sect in the rivers and lakes? ”

Ling Tian also thought that Qiu Bufan would definitely admit defeat, so he didn't make any more moves. In fact, it was not that he was unwilling to make a move, but because he was disdainful, he thought that people like Qiu Bufan were not worth his action at all. He stood in place at this time, waiting for Qiu Bufan to bow down and admit defeat, so that he could end the competition early.

Originally, Qiu Bufan didn't want to fight to the death, but wanted to fight with all his strength and consume Ling Tian's strength as much as possible. It would be even better if he could injure him and increase the chances of Leng Yuxuan's future competition. If he couldn't do anything in the end, he didn't think about fighting to the death.

But at this time, Ling Tian despised him so much, and despised Wuji Palace, Qiu Bufan suddenly became angry. He knows that his martial arts are low, and it is just that he is looked down upon, so he can't blame others, he only blames himself for not being good at learning. But because of his own incompetence, he was insulted by others even with Wuji Palace, which he couldn't bear.

"Ling Tian, although I, Qiu Bufan, know that I am not your opponent, I am not afraid of you. I lost to you only because of my low martial arts. The peerless martial arts of Wuji Palace, I am only a little superficial, it is not that the martial arts of Wuji Palace are inferior to you, and the martial arts of my Wuji Palace are not something you can comment on. Qiu Bufan looked at Ling Tian and said seriously, his eyes surging with anger.

"Hmph, what about Wuji Palace, I never put it in my eyes. In this Young Heroes Meeting, I want to trample on the young generation of the entire rivers and lakes. ”

Ling Tian's face was full of arrogance, as if he regarded the heroes of the world as nothing, and his words immediately caused everyone in the audience to shout and scold. He glanced around with cold eyes, ignoring the angry faces of the crowd outside the arena.

"Since my debut, Ling Tian, I have not tasted defeat among my peers, and those who are dissatisfied are waiting at any time. Hmph, what is Wuji Palace, it doesn't measure its own strength, it just kills itself. ”

"Shut up. ”

Listening to Ling Tian's words full of disdain, Qiu Bufan couldn't bear it anymore. At this time, even though he knew that he was invincible, he still continued to rush forward. Qiu Bufan has won the true legend of the sword madness Dugu Wentian, and the sword path is wide open and close, and the power is incomparable. At this time, he was furious, completely disregarding his own safety, and his sword was fierce, and he fought for his life.

Suddenly, the two fought in one place again.

Although Ling Tian's martial arts were far superior to Qiu Bufan's, he naturally discovered a lot of Qiu Bufan's flaws. He had several chances to be able to put Qiu Bufan to death, but at the same time that Qiu Bufan was dead, Ling Tian would inevitably be hit by the sword.

Even with Ling Tian's martial arts, even if he was hit by the sword, he would never suffer much damage. But Qiu Bufan is just an ant in his eyes, and if he is injured by an ant, this is something he never wants to see.

Ling Tian was not in a hurry at this time, he fought steadily, and from time to time he grabbed a flaw and hit Qiu Bufan's move. Although he was hit from time to time, it was not enough to be fatal, but over time, Qiu Bufan gradually lost his strength.

You must know that once you are vigorous, then you will decline, and then you will be exhausted. Qiu Bufan attacked dozens of moves, and the moves were fierce and unbeatable, and over time, it was inevitable that it would gradually become weaker. At this time, Qiu Bufan's steps were vain, sweating profusely, and he was out of breath. His body was covered in scars, and blood was slowly coming out of his clothes.

Ling Tian was not in a hurry to establish a victory at this time, he was full of sneers on his face, fighting against that Qiu Bufan. As if he was playing Qiu Bufan, he hit him from time to time, and he was not in a hurry to take his life or lay the foundation for victory.

Leng Yuxuan looked at Qiu Bufan, who was already covered in blood and swaying left and right in the field, and turned to look at Ling Tian, the killing intent in his eyes flashed. He shouted to the stage: "Lao Qiu, admit defeat, stop fighting." ”

At this time, Xiao Yixue beside him was already red-eyed, covering his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

At this time, Ling Tian let out a low shout, and flew up and kicked Qiu Bufan, and Qiu Bufan immediately flew out upside down. He slammed his sword against the ground, slowing down his retreat, and a long sword mark was cut on the ground. He was kicked ten meters away, and when he stopped, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qiu Bufan staggered and was about to fall to the ground, but he still supported the ground with his sword and allowed himself to stand up slowly. Ling Tian didn't pursue, just stood with his hands on his chest, and looked at Qiu Bufan, who was covered in blood, with a sneer.

"Old Qiu, come down for me. ”

At this time, Leng Yuxuan shouted, and he looked at Qiu Bufan, his eyes full of heartache. You must know that the two have been practicing martial arts together for seven or eight years, and they have changed from young children to young men now. Although the two are not brothers, their relationship is better than brothers.

Qiu Bufan turned his head slowly, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, but he smiled: "Yu Xuan, he can insult me, but he can't insult Wuji Palace." ”

After Qiu Bufan finished speaking, he looked back at Ling Tian, there was no trace of submission in his eyes, he dragged his sword and staggered slowly approaching. The blade of the sword dragged to the ground with a piercing, tooth-aching sound. Blood flowed down Qiu Bufan's hand to the body of the sword, and then slid down the body of the sword to the ground, dragging a trail of blood on the ground.

"A good man, a hot-blooded man. ”

Zhu Di looked at the embarrassed Qiu Bufan on the city tower, but his eyes were full of appreciation. You must know that Zhu Di was also a person who fought on the battlefield and killed people from all directions. Now Qiu Bufan's unyielding personality seems to have a trace of his shadow back then. Zhu Di looked at the sky with his eyes, as if he was caught in a memory.

"It's a good Wuji Palace, first a Leng Yuxuan, and then this Qiu Bufan. Although this Qiu Bufan knew that he was invincible, he still fought to the end for the honor and disgrace of the sect, a good man. Zhu Di thought silently in his heart.

Ling Tian looked at Qiu Bufan, who had already lost his combat power, but was still persisting in moving forward, and there was also a trace of admiration in his eyes at this time. But he thought of the intimacy between Leng Yuxuan and Liu Ruoshuang, and thought of Leng Yuxuan and Qiu Bufan from the same Wuji Palace. Suddenly, that trace of admiration was instantly replaced by jealousy, he snorted angrily, and slowly walked towards Qiu Bufan.

The two slowly approached, and at this time they were already close at hand. Ling Tian didn't make a move, just looked at Qiu Bufan with a cold face. He knew that Fang Cai's kick had already dispersed Qiu Bufan's true qi. If Qiu Bufan wants to recover, it is impossible to do it without a year and a half.

At this time, Qiu Bufan was actually a useless waste. Even an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts can now easily clean him up.

At this time, Qiu Bufan's black clothes had been stained red with blood, and even the broadsword was covered with blood. He swayed, like a fallen leaf, ready to be blown down by a breeze. On his blood-stained face, his eyes were exceptionally bright.