When the two sides clasped their fists and saluted, small words were automatically displayed on the top of their heads by the system:

"Qi Shiqi, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Villa, 4 turns to level 101, reputation 2048 points!"

"Jin Mailang, the owner of the Famous Sword Mountain Villa, 4 turns to level 102, reputation 2031 points!"

Just looking at the simple data prompted by the system, the strength of these two people can be said to be in the middle of the match, but if you look closely, there is actually a lot of knowledge to be found in it.

Both of them are level 101 of 4 turns, and the prerequisite for 4 turns is level 80, and both of them are already above level 100, that is to say, two people have already turned 4 times, although there is no 5 turns for the time being, but the foundation of 4 turns is already very deep, then, this battle will not end between lightning and flint, this must be a vicious battle.

The cold wind blew, the four fields were quiet, and the two stood opposite each other, and there was only the five-meter-high stone carved giant sword in the center.

They are already in the same vein as Shenjian Villa, and they are quite familiar with each other's styles and paths, and their strength is comparable, this battle is probably about will, confidence, and the use of strategy and tactics.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the peach blossom petals around the villa danced in the wind, like dancing elves.

A few petals swept across Qi Shiqi's face, his eyes seemed to blink, in such a short moment, only a "choking" sound was heard, Jin Mailang finally made a move, and the sword seemed to turn into a golden light, passing through the rain of flowers and stabbing the west wind.

The sword light rose into the air, and then directly attacked Qi Shiqi's upper three roads, the sword had not yet arrived, but the strict sword aura had already made Zhang He and the others who were watching the battle feel as if there was a piece of paper on their faces.

The 4-turn swordsmanship master is really extraordinary, such internal strength combined with sharp weapons to attack, there is a fierce murderous aura.

Sure enough, Qi Shiqi did not make a hard connection, but jumped up equally high, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing in mid-air, and a white curtain seemed to wrap the golden light in it.

In fact, it was not a real curtain, but because the shot was so fast that the sword light looked like a curtain, it seemed to be fighting desperately in mid-air, but it was actually a wide and deep defense.

The two swords clashed, followed by a sharp sound of "dangdang" around the sword stone, and the sparks on the blades of the two flashed wildly, and the sparks kept emerging between a white shadow and a black shadow, as if two boiling furnaces were combined, constantly spewing spectacular sparks.

Such a level of competition is no longer something that Zhang He's eyes can keep up with, and the sword moves of the two are not particularly subtle, but they are too fast, if there are really some differences, then Jin Mailang's golden sword is like a rainbow in the sky, each sword has a kind of fierceness that penetrates Changhong, just like him, crisp, direct, and fierce.

And Qi Shiqi is like the peach blossom rain falling from the mountains, although his sword style is mainly on the defensive, but his movements are calm, his body is elegant, and there is no sign of panic at all.

Suddenly, there was a slight muffled sound of "plop", and the two figures each fell backwards, compared to before, the two of them just changed positions by the sword stone.

Jin Mailang raised his sword and shouldered flat, his eyes bulging like bull's eyes, and he stared at Qi Shiqi deadly, but there were a few drops of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

And Qi Shiqi's white clothes turned red, as if a peach blossom was dotted on his shoulders, and a red injury value of "―208" appeared above his head.

Zhang He secretly thought that this must be Jin Mailang's righteous indignation at the moment, and he shot fiercely without leaving room for it, so Qi Shiqi was difficult to parry, but it is difficult to say whether he will win or lose now.

Sure enough, Qi Shiqi suddenly let out a clear breath, and the whole person jumped up again, tiptoe on the sword stone, and the sword light slashed obliquely towards Jin Mailang.

The battle in the second round was obviously escalated, Qi Shiqi cut out with a sword, it was not just a sword light, but like a white fan, each fan shaft was a phantom cut out of the sword, and as soon as he danced again, the sword light was like a white butterfly waving its wings, dancing the peach blossoms in the sky, dancing the cold west wind, and dancing so that Jin Mailang kept parrying and retreating.

At this moment, the sound of the two swords clashing was too dense, it sounded like a sound, and the waves of qi that shook also forced those disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa who were watching the battle to retreat again and again, because if they didn't retreat, they were afraid that they would be injured by the energy aroused by the internal strength of the two.

Others are still like this, not to mention the masters in the battle in the two positions, although Jin Mailang's defense is also airtight, but the red wound values of "-23", "-19" and "-31" continue to appear on his head when he retreats.

Those with a discerning eye can know at a glance that these injuries are not caused by the sword blade, but by the internal strength and the sword qi.

Fortunately, the opponent is Jin Mailang, if you change to a player with a lower class and poor equipment, those damage values will immediately change from two digits to three digits, let alone defense, just the internal strength is enough to shock you to death four or five times.

Of course, Jin Mailang is not a way to go on like this, so he jumped, kicked his boots on the trunk of a tree, and the whole person rebounded on the wall of the villa, and his toes flew out seven or eight meters on tiptoe on the glazed tile, and then flew up to the big tree, and the light skill he used was a rare "dragonfly point of water" in the rivers and lakes, not only flying fast, but also sweeping far, it is difficult for you to imagine that Jin Mailang such a big and three thick people can perform such a light skill as a swallow.

However, Zhang He thought that Qi Shiqi didn't talk nonsense before, this is the Tibetan Sword Villa, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree here, which is called home advantage, and Jin Mailang really did not have the upper hand in terms of location.

So no matter how beautiful and fast he flashed, he could never get rid of Qi Shiqi's "Butterfly Strike Light and Shadow" skill pursuit.

"Bang-"

After the two slapped each other in the air, they each floated back and stood still, this time it must be Jin Mailang who suffered a big loss, Zhang He calculated, Qi Shiqi released a total of nearly 300 points of Jin Mailang's blood in this round.

The third round came again in an instant, Jin Mailang roared like thunder, the golden sword in his hand was strong and wrapped in the blade, as if it had become several times thicker, he jumped up four or five meters high and slashed down with a sword, it was a bit like the head of the director of the Finance Bureau, although the trick was clumsy and ugly, but once it was used, it was murderous, thunderous, and no one dared to take it hard.

Of course, Qi Shiqi had to dodge, he had just finished performing a martial art, and at this moment it was the time when he was exhausted, although he dodged, but the ground "boomed" and exploded, and the bluestone slab shattered, turning into countless small stones and splashing.

The golden sword suddenly stirred, and these gravels seemed to have a spiritual surname, and they gathered together as if they turned into a tornado, rolling towards Qi Shiqi like clouds, and the stone flow was accompanied by a thick sword light, which looked like the golden hoop stick in Sun Wukong's hand from a distance.

It is the wind and clouds that are sinking strongly.

Qi Shiqi, who was retreating, raised the long sword in his hand again, and the long sword instantly turned into a ball of light to protect his chest.

At this moment, he only saw the skill but did not see the person, only heard the sound and did not see the momentum, although the pupil of light resisted the stone flow and the sword light, but there were still a few stones hitting his lower abdomen and collarbone.

The red wound values of "―46", "―51", and "―58" poured out a large patch like a mowing grass.

The faces of the disciples of the Fat Mantis and the Hidden Sword Villa all changed color, Qi Shiqi was not lightly injured, the whole person was beaten upside down and flew out, and he landed after a few somersaults in the air, although the person was safe, but his footsteps were obviously not as stable as just now, but he could barely stand still.

In this kind of contest of martial arts strength, everyone present knew that they did not have the strength to participate.

Yan Jiu and the four girls are as earthy as their faces, although the two of them are also 4 turns, but not everyone's 4 turns of strength can be equated with generalizations, you must know the foundation of 4 turns, martial arts, skills, reactions, judgments, on-the-spot responses, etc., these factors can combine to make the gap between different two people worlds apart, and some 4 turns are even stronger than 5 turns.

For example, the original Ghost Yufeng and Thunder Wind, if they were here at the moment, among Qi Shiqi and Jin Mailang, they would choose one at random, even if the two joined forces, they could burn incense and worship the Buddha and thank their ancestors if they could receive ten moves.

Therefore, with the strength of Yan Jiu and the four girls to deal with Jin Mailang, let alone the two of them, even 4 is not enough.

Teacher Guangxi was even more dumbfounded, he always thought that the beggar gang martial arts was strong enough, but he also saw this scene just now, even if it was "Splitting the Wind Palm" to fight, I was afraid that it was not an opponent, and he might be swept down the mountain on the spot, of course, at that time, it could not be called a splitting wind palm, but it should be a wind fart palm, not even a fart.

Zhang He sighed secretly, Qi Shiqi's "Butterfly Strike Light and Shadow" just now took too long to succeed in a combo, which was equivalent to giving the other party a chance, and now it was Jin Mailang's turn to counterattack like a storm.

After all, Jin Mailang is 4 to 102 levels, Qi Shiqi is 4 to 101 levels, maybe the higher level will not cause a huge difference in data, but as time goes by, the battle will deepen, the gap will gradually widen, and finally form a one-sided, which is why the battle of masters, the slightest difference will cause the final rout.

Zhang He finally saw that Qi Shiqi was definitely not Jin Mailang's opponent.

Qi Shiqi takes the light route, pays attention to weightlifting, chic and wishful, such a style is really not suitable for strong attack, only suitable for defense, just like him, deep love, strong and humiliating, humble gentleman, gentle as jade.

And Jin Mailang took the masculine route, highlighting the majesty, domineering, and fierceness, even if the sword could not kill the enemy, but it must also have lethality, just like Jin Mailang, you respect me a foot, I will return you a zhang, cut off the head of my three girls, I want your Qi Shiqi's life, it is the prestige of the rivers and mountains, domineering and earth-shattering.

The key is that Jin Mailang can also last, so if you come and go for a maximum of ten rounds, Qi Shiqi will definitely be buried under Jin Mailang's sword.

But now that ten rounds have passed, Qi Shiqi has not only been buried under Jin Mailang's sword, but his body has become more agile, but Jin Mailang's movements and power are not as great as they were just now.

Zhang He's eyes lit up, and he saw what the problem was again.

(To be continued)