The young monk had no choice but to command his flying sword to fight Miao Xiu's flying sword again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that because he tried to retrieve the flying sword, this time the place where the two flying swords were fighting had become his side.

Miao Xiu naturally wouldn't let go of the opportunity to chase after the victory, her cherry lips opened slightly, pinched with one hand, and quickly and accurately performed a ground spear technique.

The young monk could not move, so he could only suffer her blow alive. Then his body shield dimmed a little as Miao Xiu expected.

His face was pale and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead, and Miao Xiu immediately realized that he was a sign that his spiritual power was about to run out.

Looking at the fire meteor that still had half of the fire above his head, Miao Xiu knew that the outcome was decided.

In order to prevent the young monk from accidentally killing him, she decided to stand by and wait for his spiritual power to be completely drained by the remaining fire meteor.

The young monk looked dejected, "I throw in the towel. ”

His voice was not loud, but the monks present were all deaf and clear-sighted, and naturally they all heard his words clearly.

With a wave of the sleeves of the Jindan period monk's robe who presided over the competition, the fire meteor that was still consuming the young monk's spiritual power suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The two of them each withdrew their flying swords, and after saluting the Jindan monk in unison, they each chose a direction and jumped out of the ring.

Jinghong walked through the crowd and walked in front of Miao Xiu with a smile, "Senior sister, congratulations on winning the first battle." ”

Miao Xiu smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "Thank you, Jinghong." ”

Jinghong reached out and took her hand, "Let's go, let's go back." ”

"Well, good. Miao Xiu nodded kindly, and then left the competition venue with Jinghong under the gaze of everyone.

In the afternoon of the next day, Jing Hong stepped into the ring as the last group of disciples to participate in the competition.

Fighting against her was a middle-aged monk with a beard, and his cultivation had reached the middle stage of foundation building.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that he was born strong and burly, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a leopard's head and eyes, just standing there could give people a deep sense of oppression.

"It's Senior Brother Song!" exclaimed a minor monk from under the ring, "The senior sister who is in his group seems to be unlucky." ”

Jing Hong's eyebrows raised slightly-this person is just higher than her on the surface, and she is still famous, so what can she do to win a reasonable and unsuspicious victory?

The middle-aged monk didn't give her much time to think, as soon as he stood in the ring, he immediately clasped his hands into fists, and reported to Jinghong in a loud voice, "In Xia Song Zhong, please also ask my senior sister to give advice." ”

Sending the end?!

The name ......

Jinghong couldn't help but smile until her stomach hurt, she tried her best to control her facial expressions to make herself look innocent and innocent, and then she clasped her hands into fists and returned the salute, "In the lower end of Mu Jinghong, I hope that my senior brother's subordinates will be merciful." ”

Song Zhong frowned a pair of thick eyebrows, he always felt that the sentence "mercy of his subordinates" was particularly awkward for him.

It's not that Jinghong's attitude is not sincere enough, on the contrary, she is too sincere, and Song Zhong can't figure out her intentions for a while.

It is true that his strength is indeed a small realm higher than this little girl, but it is not for nothing that the immortal cultivation realm has examples of the following, so he will naturally not be stupid enough to show mercy to his opponent in such an important competition.

But this little girl just said this with a serious face, and I don't know if she is stupid herself, or if she is stupid looking at him.

None of this is his business, though. All he has to do is win.

Leaving those chaotic thoughts behind, he took out an axe with a handle nine feet (3 meters) long, three feet (1 meter) wide, weighing about 200 catties, and only a long-handled giant axe with a blade like autumn frost and a bitter chill from the storage bag he carried.

This giant axe was Song Zhong's famous magic weapon, and although it looked extremely heavy, it was more agile than the flying sword of an ordinary monk in his hand.

In addition, its attack range is wider than that of the flying sword, and its attack power is stronger than that of the flying sword, so ordinary monks really don't dare to easily pick up its edge.

This is one of the reasons why the monks thought that Hung would be unlucky.

As for the second reason, it is natural that the strength she is currently showing is a small realm lower than that of Song Zhong. Even if you just look at the momentum of the two people, others can see at a glance that she is in a weak position.

Jing Hong was distressed.

She had to win, but how to win was a problem.

She can't be conspicuous, let alone arouse suspicion, so it is naturally not okay to show too much strength or let people see that she is wealthy.

Then wouldn't she just use a little scheming to win some opportunistic and hard work?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh - she just said, this kind of much-anticipated competition is the most troublesome.

However, for the sake of the reincarnation tower and a long and peaceful life in the future, she can only let herself suffer for the time being.

Thinking of this, she took out a flying sword of decent quality, and waited for Song Zhong to make a move.

Seeing this, Song Zhong shouted loudly, and drove the long-handled giant axe to slash at the head of Jinghong.

Jinghong didn't panic at all, she suddenly exerted force under her feet, and the whole person moved quickly to the left like an arrow from the string.

At the same time, the flying sword in her hand was already shooting towards Song Zhong like a bolt of lightning.

Song Zhong's blow missed, and the heavy long-handled giant axe couldn't hold back, and directly split a crack in the ring under their feet.

The faces of the onlookers all changed.

You must know that this ring has been specially blessed by the seniors of the Jindan period with a small protective array, just to avoid the aftermath of the fight between the disciples in the door from ruining the ring.

But now Song Zhong actually split the ring with an axe, what an arrogant force this should be!

Jing Hong couldn't help but secretly speak--this guy looks like he is only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, but this power may not even be as good as that of ordinary monks in the late stage of foundation building.

While harnessing the flying sword to attack Song Zhong's body protection spiritual power shield from various tricky angles, she jumped away from the giant axe several times in a row.

One hit missed, and Song Zhong was vigilant in his heart.

He naturally knew how fast his own shot was, but it was because he knew that he didn't dare to underestimate Jinghong.

Not to mention her level-headed and quick reactions, she even escaped faster than ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building.

This discovery made him a little happy - it seemed that his opponent was much more interesting than he expected.

Song Zhong's eyes became more and more intense, he recalled the giant axe, and then sped up his speed to slash at Jinghong.

The old trick of the shock is repeated, and it is still just a giant axe that can be dodged.

Song Zhong's eyes flashed.

He knew that this girl really still had a back hand.