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Zhang Qinghu is worthy of being an outstanding person among his batch of young Taoist priests in the Zixiao department, not only born with divine power, but also has a high understanding of swordsmanship, and is deeply valued by martial arts real people, so he specially accepted him as an apprentice, if he can reach the finals of this martial arts meeting, then Zhang Qingzi's Taoist name will belong to him.

It's just that six years ago, Guo Song punched him in the nose in front of hundreds of Taoist priests, making him lose face, and he kept this hatred firmly in his heart.

Today, he also wants to retaliate by killing Guo Song in front of thousands of Taoist priests, and out of the evil breath that he has been holding in his chest for six years.

Master Wu Miaozhen told him that he killed someone by mistake during the martial arts competition, which was allowed by the rules, and the last martial arts meeting, the Taoist priest of the Zixiao Department killed three wild Daoists.

As for breaking Han Xiaowu's legs, Zhang Qinghu had long forgotten about it.

As soon as Zhang Qinghu got started, he used a trick, this move is called a word electric sword, describing the sword as fast as lightning, a sword grabs the throat, and the surroundings suddenly exclaimed, the speed is too fast.

Gan Lei nodded secretly, the martial arts of Xuanhu Palace still have some material, this sword can be seen, the background is quite thick, he is a little worried and looks at his junior brother.

The Taoist priests of the Zixiao Department were all excited, Zhang Qinghu was going to kill someone today.

Wu Miao Zhenren nodded, although this sword was a little early, but the technique and body technique of the move were excellent, even Zhang Xuanzi may not be so fast, which made him quite satisfied.

Guo Song didn't draw his sword, but only took a step back lightly, this sword was only a millimeter away from his throat, and the surrounding Taoist priests were exclaimed, and many people closed their eyes.

Zhang Qinghu didn't finish his sword, he actually changed his move, and with a wave of the sword on the ground, he slashed at Guo Song's left arm.

This change of trick made many people baffled, obviously it was only a little bit of the other party's throat just now, why didn't that sword continue? Do you really have compassion and don't want to hurt others?

If you don't want to hurt people, then why are swords and swords all vicious killing moves?

Gan Lei breathed a sigh of relief, and simply sat down, he could understand that this Zhang Qinghu sent his junior brother more than 108,000 miles.

Wu Miaozhen also saw a clue, but he couldn't believe it, how could the other party be so accurate? He's still a young Taoist!

Zhang Qinghu knew very well in his heart that the sword just now was not that he didn't want to kill the other party, but that he was exhausted and couldn't continue, so he had to change his moves.

Guo Song still continued to retreat, Zhang Qinghu slashed the air again with a sword, Zhang Qinghu suddenly became impatient, roared, and the sword in his hand slashed towards the other party like a storm.

Seeing the cold light flashing, so fast that he couldn't see the blade, Guo Song continued to retreat, dodging the opponent's dozens of swords.

At this point, he took one more step back and qualified.

Zhang Qinghu saw the opportunity, roared, and once again used the special move 'One Word Electric Sword' to stab the opponent in the chest.

The Zixiao Daoist priests were boiling, and even if they couldn't stab, they won.

But the wild paths lamented, they didn't even have a chance to draw their swords, and it was over.

Wu Miaozhen suddenly felt that something was wrong, the other party actually didn't draw his sword, this is unreasonable, Zhang Qinghu was eager to kill the enemy, and he was greedy for merit.

He was about to remind, but it was too late, only to see a strange smile on the corner of Guo Song's mouth, and his body turned around as fast as a ghost, and he actually turned behind Zhang Qinghu.

The ironwood sword behind him was finally unsheathed, and a black light flashed......

Zhang Qinghu stabbed the air with a sword, he used too much force, his body also lost its balance, he just shouted in his heart that it was not good, and then he heard 'Bang! With a muffled sound, he suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain in his thigh, which made him feel unbearable.

"Ahh

Zhang Qinghu let out an earth-shattering scream, threw away his long sword, and rolled on the ground with his thighs in his arms.

Guo Song didn't kill Zhang Qinghu, but he used the softness of the ironwood sword to smash his right thigh bone into pieces, even if the palace national hand couldn't pick it up, even if his leg was completely useless, this was how he broke Han Xiaowu's leg back then.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, just now Zhang Qinghu forced his opponent to the edge of the cliff and gained the upper hand, how could it be that in a blink of an eye, he fell to the ground and screamed.

The other Taoist priests had to pause, and the movement here was too great to make this round impossible to compare.

Wu Miao Zhenren flew to the stage with a black face, followed by Fang Shi Chihong, Wu Miao Zhenren was only Zhang Qinghu's nominal master, but it was Fang Shi Chihong who really taught him to practice swords.

Chi Hong saw his apprentice howling and rolling on the ground regardless of his face, he hated it so much that his eyes were split, he screamed, drew his sword and stabbed Guo Song in the chest.

Guo Song was not in a hurry to make a seal, and then picked it up, picking Chihong's sword away, Chihong was caught off guard, only to feel a strong pull outward, he couldn't hold the long sword, the long sword flew out of his hand, flying out of a few zhang away, Chihong was stunned, and his face was red for a moment.

"Dog mongrel!"

He couldn't hold his face, scolded in a low voice, clenched his fists and threw himself at Guo Song viciously.

An eagle roared in mid-air, and the eaglet swooped down towards Chihong, Guo Song was in a hurry, and with a wave of his hand, a small stone broke out of the air and flew over the top of the eaglet's head.

Only then did the eaglet realize that its master did not want it to help, and as soon as it retracted its wings, it flew over the top of Chihong's head.

At this time, there was a boo all around, saying that Zixiao was short, and today they saw it, they can kill people, but they are not allowed to touch a single hair of them.

Gan Lei was furious, jumped on the high platform and angrily reprimanded: "Chihong Fangshi, you still want to be shameless!" ”

"Chihong, stop!"

Wu Miaozhen's face was pale, he pinched Zhang Qinghu's leg bone just now, and it was broken into at least two dozen pieces, which was not split with a sword blade, but slapped Zhang Qinghu's thigh with the spine of the sword, so that it could be broken, and the other party actually used a bladeless wooden sword.

Also, he knows very well what kind of martial arts Chihong is, although Chihong is a little light on the enemy, but no matter how light the enemy is, he was picked up by the other party's sword and flew the sword in his hand, this kind of swordsmanship may not even be able to do it himself, which makes Wu Miao Zhenren secretly frightened.

Although Wu Miao Zhenren is not the palace master of Xuanhu Palace, he is the real person in charge of Xuanhu Palace sent by Zixiao Heavenly Palace, and he has a high status in Xuanhu Palace.

Gan Lei stepped forward and said to Guo Song: "Senior brother, let's go down!" ”

Guo Song put the sword back into its sheath, and the two turned around to leave, Wu Miao Zhenren said: "Kill my apprentice, just want to leave?" ”

Gan Lei smiled and said: "Guo Song didn't mean to hurt anyone, but he couldn't collect his sword in time, which led to accidental injury, Qingxuguan apologizes for this, the game continues, and now I invite the eleventh round of martial arts to the stage." ”

He returned what Wu Miaozhen had said before, and there was laughter all around, and someone shouted: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps, and Xuanwu Palace will be shameless?" ”

Some people also shouted: "The game is injured, it is in line with the rules, and if the Xuanwu Palace wants to break the rules, we will not compare." ”

"That's right! We don't compare. ”

Hundreds of teenagers shouted angrily, and they were about to leave.

Guo Song said lightly to Wu Miaozhen: "Wu Miaozhen, the other seven games in the tenth round have not yet come out, please continue!" ”

After speaking, Guo Song took Gan Lei and turned around and walked off the stage.

Wu Miaozhen saw that everyone was angry, so he had to hold back the anger in his heart, and instructed the presiding Taoist priest: "I'll go and heal him, and you continue to preside!" ”

He picked up Zhang Qinghu and flew away.

The Taoist priest came to the stage and said loudly: "In the tenth round just now, the other seven will continue to compete!" ”

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As the game continued, Gan Lei asked Guo Song in a low voice, "You broke Zhang Qinghu's leg bone?" ”

Guo Song shook his head and said with a faint smile: "I just smashed his thigh bone." ”

Gan Lei was stunned for a moment, damn it, his junior brother was actually more vicious than himself.

He suddenly gave a thumbs up, "High!" This is a hundred times more painful than killing him, and he can only drag a lame leg in his life. ”

"Will he have a lifetime?"

Guo Song sneered, "Zhang Qinghu, a villain who wantonly bullies others, if he keeps being strong, it's fine, but once he becomes a waste, those who have been bullied will let him go?" ”

Gan Lei nodded, "You're right, the Taoist priest of Xuanhu Palace has always been retributive, ruthless, and will not raise waste people, Zhang Qinghu will not live long." ”

The two brothers were talking, but Mu Zhenren appeared in front of the two, and he slapped Gan Lei on the scalp with a violent shudder, "Your second round of martial arts competition is about to start, and you are still chatting here!" ”

Gan Lei covered his head and screamed, and ran wildly in the direction of the western arena.

Guo Song hurriedly bowed to Mu Zhenren, "Master Qiqi, the disciple injured Zhang Qinghu just now!" ”

Mu Zhenren nodded, and said in a calm tone: "I already know, Wu Miaozhen sent someone to find me just now, there must be a clear statement on this matter, you come with me!" ”