This time, Zhao He couldn't fight from the ground again, when the last sword raged on his body, the powerful impact force had already broken the meridians of his iron fists, it should be said that even if he could use his iron fists again, it would be at least a year later.

Mu Lekang put away the sword style, the long sword pointed directly at Zhao He's body, and his body was full of arrogance, and said: "My sword, don't kill useless people, you go!"

At this time, two men on the altar had already walked up and carried Zhao He down.

The battle should have lasted twenty minutes, but Mu Lekang's performance won praise from many people.

The bell rang again, this time the bell meant that the first duel was over, and Mu Lekang naturally became the defender.

"Hehe, there are really many heroes and talents in this world." Jingyu Zhentao laughed with a little emotion, paused, and then looked at the crowd on the Guanwu platform: "Then, let's defend it with Mu Lekang of the Qingshan Sword Sect, but anyone wants to attack?"

On the Guanwu platform, Xiao He's eyes were full of light, and Mu Lekang's victory undoubtedly brought great praise to the Qingshan Sword Sect.

And this situation, in the eyes of the third-generation elder, seemed to be perfectly normal.

He has always lived in the hidden world, and the worldly warriors are vulnerable, whether they are cultivating or talented, they will be more than one step lower than them, this is the gap.

At that time, it was only a small time, and Qin Shuangqi was still chasing that mysterious person. This man seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace of him.

But Qin Shuangqi believed that as long as that person stopped, he would not be able to escape from his lock at that time, and it was only a matter of time before he was found. At this time, his mind was almost full of scenes where Li Zhengyu might be in danger, and he had never thought about the so-called family meeting at all.

Nearly an hour has passed, and on the side of the Jingyu family, Mu Lekang of the Qingshan Sword Sect has won three consecutive victories by virtue of his cultivation advantage, although among these three games, they are all beginner martial artists of the inner family, but being able to win so many games in a row is enough for him to shine on the entire altar.

Except for the previous Zhao He, who only received Mu Lekang's eighth-style Qingshan Sword Technique, the follow-up few people barely exceeded the fifth style, and folded under his sword.

However, Mu Lekang adhered to his Dao heart and did not cause devastating harm to anyone, which was originally the warning of the master when he left the mountain.

At this time, Mu Lekang lost his sword behind him and won many victories, and the smug look on his face was no longer easy to describe. Yawen Romance.

"Anyone else can come out and fight?"

There was a brief silence in the room, but the sound of chirping became more and more noisy.

On the side of the Qingshan Sword Sect, Yarui always had an indifferent expression, while Xiaohe was full of excitement. It should be said that their group is shining at the moment.

But at this time, Jingyu Zhentao suddenly laughed, held his hands, and looked up at Mu Lekang on the altar. After a long time, he said: "The Qingshan Sword Sect has many talents, and now I have seen it, so if the Jingyu family doesn't take out a few hands, I think this martial arts conference will end here, right?"

Hearing this, Mu Lekang's face condensed slightly, what he was waiting for was actually this moment, he just wanted his ability to defeat everyone in the Jingyu family, and at the same time prove himself to Jingyu Liuyun, their family is just a general.

On the boulder, Jingyu Zhuchen suddenly showed a rare and leisurely smile, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and said, "The real show has just begun, but why hasn't this Qin Shuangqi come yet?" In my opinion, he's going to miss it this time! ”

Jingyu Liuyun snorted coldly and didn't say anything, but her eyes looked at the sky in the west, and there was a trace of eagerness in her purple eyes.

Can't he really show up?

No, she would never allow this to happen, for this day, she was already well prepared, how could she let Qin Shuangqi "escape" like this?

And on the altar, at the place of entry, suddenly a figure slowly walked into people's sight.

The man was thin and under the scorching sun, but he was wearing a black trench coat and long black leather boots on the ground, and the sound of "stomping" gave people a solid feeling. But even so, it seems that he does not seem to have any stuffy feeling because of his clothes, but there is a silent coldness.

This person's aura is extremely calm, but it is so restrained that people can't see the strength of his strength, and his slightly rickety body has a feeling of weakness at first glance.

"What's going on?"

Beside Yarui, the third-generation elder underestimated.

"Elder, is there something wrong?" Yarui couldn't help but ask.

The elder just shook his head and said, "I don't know, but this person gives me a feeling that it doesn't seem so simple."

With that, his gaze returned to the altar.

After all, he is a young man, on such a platform, showing his talent, even if Mu Lekang is calm on the surface, in fact, his heart has already blossomed proudly.

Seeing this thin man dressed a little strangely on the field, Mu Lekang didn't look at him with a straight face, but just put the long sword under him, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly said indifferently: "Who are you?" Don't you report your name? ”

The man smiled faintly, and a fierce look inadvertently flashed in his triangular eyes.

"It's just a nameless rat, how dare you report your home to the hero?"

Mu Lekang was stunned, he didn't expect this person to be even colder than himself when he came up, looked down at his leather boots, sneered, and said, "Moreover, I don't beat the nameless."

At this time, the man in black slowly pulled out a scimitar from his arms, and the blood groove on the knife edge had dark red blood stains, looking like a bloodthirsty ghost.

The man hugged his fists and said indifferently: "In Xia Xiao Nan, come to teach."

Not long after his words fell, the bell on the side suddenly rang.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Lekang's body, and they all wanted to know, which one was stronger or weaker, this young talent from the Qingshan Sword Sect of the Great Gate Sect, and the master who came out of the Jingyu family? A lot of people are waiting to see what happens.

"This is destined to be my stage, at least I didn't beat the amazing Liuyun, I still do."

As soon as Mu Lekang's voice fell, his figure suddenly swept towards Xiao Nan, and as soon as he opened, he directly threw away the first five forms of the Qingshan Sword Technique, and directly used the sixth style, he planned to fight quickly, so as to shape his deterrent power against others.

Under the flow of gorgeous sword light, the Dao Dao sword qi roared towards Xiao Nan.

Xiao Nan just smiled coldly, and no one saw the cruel light in his eyes.

Just when Mu Lekang thought that he had locked the opportunity for Xiao Nan and gave him no room to dodge, a strange scene happened.

Xiao Nan's body suddenly blurred, as if the entire space was panning with Xiao Nan's movement.

"What is this?" Mu Lekang was surprised for a while, and the next moment his gaze happened to meet Xiao Nan's.

I saw that the long knife in Xiao Nan's hand was suddenly raised, and with just a slight wave towards Mu Lekang, a seemingly oppressive force erupted, perfectly counteracting the attack of Mu Lekang's Qingshan Sword Technique's fifth style.

Seeing that his swordsmanship did not play a role in harming Xiao Nan at all, and it was so easily cracked, Mu Lekang's face suddenly flashed with disbelief. But the strange scene just now gave him an invisible sense of oppression.

Under the Guanwu platform, the face of the third-generation elder of the Qingshan Sword Sect became a little solemn, his mouth opened, he shook his head, and frowned: "This person is very strong, it seems that Ah Kang is not an opponent."

Hearing this, Xiaohe's small hands suddenly clenched into fists, looking at the two people on the altar, but there was still a sense of ease in her heart, after all, Mu Lekang had won so many games as a defender, and even if he lost the game, his glory was already well deserved. And then come. There is also her Senior Sister Yarui, with Senior Sister Yarui here, the Qingshan Sword Sect will definitely go further.

An innocent smile appeared on Xiaohe's face, and thinking of this, her little fist also relaxed a lot.

Mu Lekang has been using the Qingshan Sword Technique to launch an attack, but at this time, because he has fought many battles, his internal strength has become thin. Basically, every attack will leave a gap, which is far less perfect than the first victory over Zhao He.

Slightly distanced, at this time Mu Lekang had already used his tenth form, and although the other party resisted, it seemed as if he was happy with the other, this feeling of being played, he didn't like it.

Mu Lekang knows that his twelve styles are the key, and if he continues like this, then the result waiting for him will be defeated.

What's the big deal about failure?

Anyway, I've won so many games, it's enough.

With such thoughts, Mu Lekang's body gradually relaxed, wiped the sweat of the sword in his hand, and stared at Xiao Nan intently.

"Nice, but I should be serious?" An evil smile appeared on Xiao Nan's face.

Mu Lekang snorted coldly, his eyes full of mockery.

"Okay, then let's finish my Qingshan Sword Technique Twelve Styles first!"

When the words fell, Mu Lekang hurriedly adjusted his internal strength, and between the gorgeous sword shadows, the sword aura was shining, and at this time he had already exerted his ability to the limit.

"Eleventh Shan Sword Technique!"

As he shouted, the long sword came out and stabbed at Xiao Nan's life like a dragon.

Xiao Nan was not moved in the slightest in the face of such a ferocious attack, and the internal strength infused in the scimitar made the blade of the scimitar exude a dark light.

In an instant, the two figures had already come into contact with each other, no matter how fierce this eleventh attack was, every move that seemed to be able to cause damage to Xiao Nan could be avoided by him at an incredible angle.