On the cliff, the jade tree is in the wind.

Beneath the sky, two men with swords on a boulder are looking at each other.

There were many onlookers next to him, everyone held their breath, and the situation seemed to be extremely tense.

The onlookers are divided into two factions, which look like a fan group, because the two men who look at each other are handsome guys, so there are mostly girls in the fan group, all of them are full of youth, and their buttocks and breasts are also beautiful.

There are also many media reporters gathered around, and these media reporters are holding a camera conch one by one to shoot the two people facing each other in front.

"The Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch will win, and the No. 1 Sword Saint in the national service will win."

"Bloodthirsty Saint, I love you like a mouse loves rice."

In the fan picture on the left, the girls danced the dance of cheerleaders, which is called a youthful and short skirt flying, all cheering for the bloodthirsty saint of the first sword saint in the national uniform.

The fan group on the other side was not to be outdone and shouted one after another.

"Mirror Heart Road, Mirror Heart Road, come on, come on!"

"Defeat the Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch and obtain the first Sword Saint Throne in the national server, touch it!"

It turns out that this kind of master duel, the picture of the fan group fighting, is the decision of the first sword master of the national service and the rising star Jing Xindao.

"Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch, you have been the No. 1 Sword Saint in the national service for so long, it's time to change people." Jing Xindao, whose face was extremely cold, said indifferently.

He was wearing a white coat, which was called a white-clothed Shengxue, and his temperament was extremely cold.

The Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch was dressed in black, holding a long sword in his arms, like a peerless sword from the darkness, faintly emitting a cold light.

"Substitutions? It's been a long time since anyone said that to me, and the last person who said such a thing has been slashed with a sword. The Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch said coldly.

"Hmph, since you're so confident, let's take a look at my tricks." Jing Xindao said proudly: "I have already defeated the top ten sword saints of the national service with such a move, and I will definitely be able to defeat you easily this time." ”

"Oh, then you can try it, if I am defeated by you, then you will be the number one sword master in the national service." The Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch smiled, a pair of bright eyes blooming with confidence.

"Okay, let's make a move to decide the winner." Jing Xindao is also followed by a smile, the same confidence, the same smile, the same gaze.

Poof!

Jing Xindao pulled out the long sword at his waist, it was a long sword that emitted a faint blue light, and it was filled with a beautiful aura under the sunlight, as if there was a stream of water flowing in it.

"This sword is called weak water, it is made of the blue essence of the sky and the sea and the meteorite outside the sky, it can sense any water flow, can sense any water element in the sky and the earth, and it is wonderful to use." Jing Xindao said loudly with a long sword in his hand.

Rub!

The long sword in the arms of the Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch also followed out of its sheath, and suddenly a fiery red light shone all around, and the brightness emitted by this sword seemed to be able to compete with the sun, and even make the people around feel a little hot.

He said loudly: "This sword is called Feiyan, it is made of three fire crystals and the best fire magic crystal, it is full of incredible flame power, and the flame power in it is endless, and the power is unimaginable. ”

"Oh? It has always been water and fire, and it seems that you will lose this battle. Jing Xindao shook his head slightly.

"Defeated? Only after you have beaten will know, do it! As a senior, I can make you three moves! The Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch said with confidence.

"Let me make three moves, no matter what, I am also the king who defeated the top ten sword saints in the national service, I don't accept what you want to make, there is a kind of let's decide the winner with one move." Jingxin said proudly.

As a sword saint, he would never allow others to despise him so much, not even the number one sword saint in the national costume in front of him

"Okay, let's decide the winner with one move." The Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch nodded slightly.

In fact, there are so many news media today, and he originally wanted these news media to shoot a good one, especially the climax of the fight, he must pretend to be forced, so as to highlight his awesomeness, so that the girls know their means.

As a result, the other party asked for a move to determine the winner, which became boring, and the chances of pretending to force were reduced a lot.

At the moment, he is figuring out how to increase his pretending drama.

Don't ask who he learned it from, Xiao Qiang once secretly taught a few tricks of pretending to be forced, and now Comrade Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch has deeply understood the essence of it.

People don't pretend to be a teenager, pretend to be forced until they die, of course, this is when you have the strength, if you don't have the strength to pretend to be forced, that is to die yourself.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, the cheerleaders, and the media reporters held their breath one by one, not daring to disturb the confrontation between the two.

"Look at the sword, Qing Shui Liuyun Sword!" As the challenger's Jing Xindao was the first to take out the sword, his sword was like the water of the Yangtze River, and the sword light rippled a thousand waves, which was called a gushing ah.

The Bloodthirsty Saint Monarch looked at the sword qi rippling over, looking like a mighty river paving over the surface, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were suddenly filled with infinite murderous aura.

"Magic sword, burn the flames!" The Flying Flame Sword in his hand flashed with a trace of crimson sword light, and the wave of flames contained in it was surging.

It actually collided with the sword qi of the Mirror Heart Dao, and the two made a violent explosion and collision sound.

However, at this moment, a huge black shadow flew from the sky.

Then a black flame suddenly appeared, like a missile from nine heavens away, completely defeating the two sword qis.

"Damn, who the hell is it?"

"Your sister, such a good atmosphere has been ruined."

The two of them looked up in the sky together, and saw a huge multicolored dragon slowly descending.

Then they saw a familiar figure leap into view.

"Zombie Xiaoqiang! Brother Qiang? Seeing this, the two exclaimed in unison.

The two of them never expected that they would meet Brother Qiang here, and it was Brother Qiang who hindered their duel.

"Hey, can you compare later, I have something I want you to help me with? If you want to, you can go on the back of the dragon. Xiaoqiang greeted the two.

"No problem!" The two nodded hurriedly, and immediately put down the fight and boarded the dragon's back.

"Brother Qiang, if there is anything, we will also help."

"Not bad, Brother Qiang, please hug your thighs."

Derpy and Scholar, who were watching the battle, shouted in unison.

"Then let's all come together, the more people the better." Xiaoqiang greeted loudly.

So Derpy and the scholar climbed on the back of the multicolored dragon.

The dragon flapped its wings and flew high.

The cheerleaders and media reporters at the scene were dumbfounded, as if they had seen something incredible in the clouds.

it! That's the legendary zombie Xiaoqiang, and he came riding a colorful dragon, and the two masters of the national costume actually stopped fighting for him, isn't this a crazy and cool hanging bomb?