In the main city of Jinshan City, in the high ring, Ding Jiacheng was preparing to fight, and his opponent was Qu Yongquan, who was known as the little genius of the Qu family, who was nineteen years old today, and Yuan Hua was second-class, which just suppressed him steadily. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the competition five years ago, Ding Jiacheng lost to him.

Ding Jiacheng looked at Qu Yongquan and was unusually serious: "I won't lose to you again this time!"

Qu Yongquan smiled indifferently: "I'm sure, you're still not as good as me." ”

Five years ago, the two were in the same realm, but now Qu Yongquan is still one level ahead, so he is naturally more confident.

Looking at Qu Yongquan, Ding Jiacheng was also full of confidence: "It's useless to talk too much, it's better to speak with a sword!"

For this day, he has been practicing hard for the past five years, and he has not relaxed even after the big competition in the sect, and he finally has another hole card two days ago, and he doesn't believe that he can't win Qu Yongquan.

Qu Yongquan arched his hand and said, "Please!"

The two of them drew their long swords together, and it could be seen that both of them had two second-level runes on their swords.

With the referee's order, the two looked at each other for a moment, but Ding Jiacheng couldn't help it, and took the lead in pointing at the long sword, and the two second-level runes on the sword lit up together, and a sword qi four or five meters high and seven or eight meters wide slapped towards Qu Yongquan like a huge wave.

The three-grade mid-level broken sword, the first type, the sword stacks heavy waves.

The power of this style is obviously stronger than the last time he fought Xia Fangjie.

Qu Yongquan's expression also became serious, the long sword runes lit up at the same time, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of sword shadows more than one meter wide appeared in front of him, and they were connected together, like a huge fan unfolding.

Three-grade mid-level martial arts, Hundred Shadows Quick Sword.

These sword shadows flew towards Ding Jiacheng's huge wave of sword qi one after another, and with the dense impact sound on one side, all the sword shadows disappeared, and the huge sword qi was also cut into pieces, forming a threat.

It seems to be a draw, but strictly speaking, the sword shadow disappears, and the sword qi is still there, this move is Qu Yongquan's downfall, and more importantly, his realm is even higher.

Qu Yongquan's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice: "Divine power!"

He immediately sneered: "It's not that you have a special knack!"

He swung his sword again, and this time, there were obviously twenty or thirty more sword shadows.

Ding Jiacheng's face changed slightly: "Wind speed trick!"

A huge sword force rushed up, and with a bang, both sides disappeared together.

Qu Yongquan was already moving quickly in the ring at this time.

His body is extremely fast, and his eyesight is so poor that he can only see a moving black shadow, and he is faster with his sword, and every shot is a long series of continuous sword shadows.

Ding Jiacheng couldn't keep up with his speed, so he could only stand in place and see the moves.

Looking at his passive appearance, everyone knows that if he doesn't have a trick to turn the tables, if it drags on for a long time, he will probably lose if he is not careful.

Of course, Ding Jiacheng also knew this, he let out a low snort, and a light suddenly appeared in his chest.

"Body tattoo!"

There was a low commotion in the ring.

As a complex talisman tattooed on the body, the body pattern needs to consume a lot of true yuan every time it is driven, and it also means that the lethality of the horror is generally only used at the most critical moment, obviously Ding Jiacheng is going to turn over the hole cards.

Under the gaze of everyone, the Ding family grew a sword and waved, and a row of huge sword-shaped qi appeared in front of him, these sword qi were more than ten meters wide and three or four meters high, chasing Qu Yongquan closely, forcing him to a corner, and then suddenly merging into one, slashing down with a sword.

The last style of the broken army sword is also the most difficult style to practice, a hundred swords are one, and the power is close to the third-order upper grade, and Ding Jiacheng finally practiced it two days ago.

Qu Yongquan looked at the giant sword that occupied half of the ring, and showed a nervous expression for the first time.

His chest glowed, and he raised his sword above his head, turning into a black shadow that spun around the ring.

A cyclone appeared in front of everyone with his movements, at first it was only more than one meter tall and half a meter in diameter, and it grew rapidly, and when it met the giant sword that was cut down by a sword, it had become more than ten meters tall and four or five meters in diameter.

After touching the greatsword, it continued to grow along the greatsword, and finally swallowed the entire greatsword into the cyclone.

The cyclone then shook violently, and under the nervous gaze of everyone, it became thinner and thinner, and even its size shrank greatly, only three or four meters high, but the giant sword swallowed by it was completely ground, and then, this much smaller cyclone crashed into Ding Jiacheng and swept him out of the ring.

Skimming Ding Jiacheng, who fell into the air and was caught by the sect people, Qu Yongquan immediately retracted his attention and took a deep breath: "Let your lord come out!"

According to the rules of the game, each sect needs to send five contestants, according to the lottery to determine the opponent, during the game, each side will send one person first, one-on-one duel, the winner continues, the losing side sends another person, until one side of the five people are used up, ruling defeat.

It was already the third day of the competition, after all, the Xuantian Martial Sect was the strongest sect in Jinshan City, although there was no Xia Fangjie before, but there was Ding Jiacheng in the formation, and it was still smooth in the group of sixteen to twenty years old, until he met the Qu family, the top five family in Jinshan City, and met Qu Yongquan, a little genius of the Qu family.

This is also the final battle to determine the champion and runner-up.

Hearing Qu Yongquan's loud challenge, everyone looked at the location of the Xuantian Martial Sect.

The Xuantian Martial Sect was strangely silent for a while, and everyone couldn't help but be suspicious for a while, and began to whisper.

On the high viewing platform, Qu Lian, the head of the Qu family, looked at Li Wentang with a smile: "Master Li, where is your master? Why don't you come out?"

Li Wentang hadn't spoken yet, and on the other side, the Zhang family, who was also among the top five in Jinshan City, snorted: "I'm afraid there is no main general!"

It is not a secret that Sect Master Zong Tianwu will Xia Fangjie go out and not return, after all, the contestants who participated in the competition are carefully selected in the sect competition, as long as they spend some time inquiring, they know a little bit about the situation, Zhang Han is now speaking with thorns, mainly because the Zhang family's team lost to Zong Tianwu Sect yesterday and lost too badly, and some people can't hold their face.

Li Wentang is not easy to get along with, hearing Zhang Han stabbing him like this, he immediately responded with a smile: "If the opponents are the same as the Zhang family, it is useless to have a master general!"

Zhang Han's face turned blue with anger all of a sudden, and only then did he realize that the Xuantian Martial Sect was not something that the Zhang family could bully.

He snorted angrily, got up sharply, flicked his sleeves, and left the table without looking back.

Qu Lian was not affected by this little episode, he looked at Li Wentang: "Master Li?"

In these years' competitions, almost all the championships have been won by Xuantian Wuzong, if the Qu family can snatch the next championship, his prestige will definitely rise, he can't care if the opponent's main general is not there, he is afraid that the night will be long and dreamy, and he will quickly finalize the victory.

Li Wentang sighed in his heart and said, "My disciple is not here, you won this competition." ”