They knew what was going on in the Imperial Sword Sect, and the most dilapidated and wasted sect should have been cleared out of the Empty Martial Arts Alliance. In their opinion, the victory of the Imperial Sword Gate this time was completely due to the fact that they had picked up a treasure, and they had picked up a disciple with a very high talent who led an art investment master.

"Yes, Master, I won!" Murong Cui said to Xu Lin triumphantly.

In Murong Cuihua's opinion, if it weren't for Xu Lin's guidance, she might not have been able to choose the right skill just now, and she might have been hit by that knife.

Xu Lin breathed a sigh of relief, this "Sword Return to Truth" was indeed crushed by grade, but it was really unexpected that Murong Cuihua would be able to practice it as soon as he practiced it, and he hadn't practiced those moves yet.

Although he couldn't wait to throw Murong Cuihua up and cheer in his heart, he was still calm on the surface, Xu Lin bowed his head slightly and said, "Not bad, but don't be proud." ”

This confident look made He Huahui angry, if it weren't for the envoy of the Martial Alliance here, he would have drawn his knife and slashed towards Xu Lin. Originally, he sent Ding Lian, a proud disciple who had been in the school for two years, to let him cut down all five people in the Imperial Sword Gate, so that the Imperial Sword Gate would be defeated and he would never have the face to stay again.

As a result, Ding Lian was defeated so simply, as if he had no power to fight back. When it is spread out, no one will believe how powerful the Imperial Sword Gate is, and they will only laugh at their Iron Sword Gate, which is declining day by day, and one generation is not as good as the next.

He Huahui roared at the disciples beside him: "What else are you looking at, don't you drag that waste back?!" ”

He was a proud disciple just now, but now he has become a waste, and this river and lake is so cruel.

"In the second game, Yu Zhenghao, you are on! If you lose, you know the consequences! He Huahui ordered.

The same tower-like strong man tore off his clothes, revealing large pieces of tendon flesh, which shone in the sun as if he had been smeared with oil.

Murong Cuihua didn't feel embarrassed at all, stared at this Yu Zhenghao for a moment, and then said to the messenger: "Referee, someone is a scoundrel, his oil pig is blind with reflection!" ”

The envoys of the Martial Alliance, who had never been smiling, almost couldn't hold back their laughter, they had never seen such a living martial arts genius. He didn't bother to pay attention to someone else, but Murong Cuihua's martial arts talent was worth his other eyes, so he said to Yu Zhenghao: "Put on your clothes and take off your clothes from the girl's house, this is the rule of your iron knife gate?" ”

This was said so ruthlessly, Yu Zhenghao glanced at He Huahui aggrievedly, the latter glared back, and scolded: "Idiot, who let you take off your clothes?!" ”

This is even more aggrieved, isn't the knife technique of the iron knife door the heaviest momentum, this explosion of clothes is to increase the momentum of yourself, increase the pressure on the opponent, especially for women, the effect is generally excellent.

Who knew that it would be like this, not only did the other party not suffer anything, but he put on his clothes like a fool after a complaint. The problem is, the clothes were torn off by hand just now, and now I'm still wearing a ghost.

Everyone present was in awe of the envoy of the Wumeng, and no one dared to take off his clothes and change them to Yu Zhenghao, so he could only wrap those strips of cloth around his body indiscriminately, like a beggar.

This also has the momentum of a ghost, and just being laughed at by the audience has already lost the face of the iron knife gate. Finally got ready, just raised the knife to cut, but heard Murong Cuihua say: "I admit defeat this time, change people." ”

Yu Zhenghao made a sudden stop, almost missing his waist.

Only then did he admit defeat, which was clearly intentional.

Murong Cuihua did it on purpose, but it was also a helpless move to withdraw. The internal strength she had just practiced only bottomed out with one move, and she didn't have time to recover. Even if the player has a reward to help, such a thing as internal force cannot be achieved overnight.

The internal strength was exhausted and the skills could not be used, Murong Cuihua knew that she had no chance of winning at all, so she could only choose to change people.

However, among the five disciples, only Murong Cuihua was good at light martial arts, and the other people's martial arts did not have this advantage. In the face of such simple and crude martial arts as the Iron Daomen, it is impossible to avoid hard encounters, and how to make up for the gap in internal force?

Of course, Xu Lin knew why Murong Cuihua wanted to end up, these disciples practiced extremely advanced martial arts, and the consumption was naturally large, so it would be good to be able to win, and there was basically no need to be delusional about a string of five.

After thinking about it again and again, the side of the Imperial Sword Gate was replaced by the Dou Emperor who did not die in Ma Kuai.

Although this tall and strong young man is not as exaggerated as Yu Zhenghao's muscles, he does not suffer at all in terms of height. I saw him draw out his long sword and confront Yu Zhenghao, Emperor Dou did not die in a moon-white warrior suit, compared to Yu Zhenghao who was dressed in strips, he was simply handsome.

Xu Lin recalled the "Eighty Divine Air Strike" practiced by Ma Kuai for the Dou Emperor, and reminded loudly: "Ma Kuai, don't be afraid of him, go straight to the Middle Palace." ”

At the same time, Xu Lin beckoned again, called Nangong Zhaodi to his side, and whispered a few words.

He Huahui thought that Xu Lin was giving Nangong Zhaodi guidance on tactics, and snorted coldly and said, "Sharpen the gun in battle, wait for death!" ”

After a while, Nangong Zhaodi's eyes widened and she complained, "Master, you are so insidious. ”

Xu Lin's face remained unchanged and said, "This is called a soldier who is not tired of cheating." ”

The Iron Dao Gate didn't know what Xu Lin's plans were, but He Huahui was very confident in this disciple, and he was much stronger than that Yu Lian just now. The disciples on the side of the Edgeworth Gate are just getting started, and each of them is as talented as the little girl before?

On the open field, it took Yu Zhenghao a lot of time to readjust his mentality, his real strength is stronger than Ding Lian, as long as his mentality is correct, victory should be within reach.

When it comes to luck, the internal force flows into his arms, and he is a two-handed knife, which is more stable and ruthless than Ding Lian. Raising his sword and rushing forward, Yu Zhenghao stared intently at the action of the Dou Emperor not dying in the horse. What is directly taken from the middle palace, he doesn't believe it, Ding Lian's failure just now is in his eyes.

A newcomer on the first day of entry, going head-to-head with someone like him who has been practicing martial arts for several years? Whoever believes is stupid. Therefore, the seemingly vicious knife actually only used seven points of strength, and it was too late to change its moves when it encountered the swift opponent just now.

Emperor Dou didn't die because Ma Kuai saw the other party menacing, and he didn't have any special feelings, after all, this is just a game, and the worst outcome is just to delete the number and repractice, and there is no pressure between life and death.

He listened to Xu Lin's instructions, mobilized the Divine Void True Qi in his body, poured it into his arm, and slashed towards Yu Zhenghao in the energetic way of "Eighty Divine Air Strike".

Emperor Dou did not die in the skill interface that also appeared in front of Ma Kuai's eyes, and the divine air was condensed but not released, locked on Zhenghao's chest, giving him the illusion that he must be hit.

It's just that the opponent's long knife is also likely to cut at his body.

At this moment, Nangong Zhaodi suddenly shouted: "The clothes fell off again, and the referee fouled him!" ”

At this time, both of them were about to enter the range of the weapons of both sides, but as a result, Nangong Zhaodi shouted, and Yu Zhenghao subconsciously reached out and touched the cloth strip.

There is no momentum at all, and distraction is elsewhere, which is a taboo in martial arts. What's more, he didn't use all his strength just now, and as soon as his mind was scattered at this moment, he only exerted two or three percent of his ten successes. Emperor Dou didn't die in Ma Kuai, he only felt that a large red dot appeared in front of him, and it was all the enemy's flaws.

Aiming at the largest and brightest red light, the long sword slashed out, and the divine void true qi burst out with all its strength without reservation.