The wind was still blowing, the competition in the ring was still going on, and the two pairs of eyes full of ice were still looking at each other.

Neither of them moved, but since it was a martial arts competition, there was one person who wanted to move.

Zhao Zheng blinked, and the time it took before and after was about the same as a butterfly flapping its wings.

But in such a short moment, Kong Yunjie did not let it go easily. He moved first, flew and jumped towards Zhao Zheng, and at the same time stabbed out the flaming Jiuyang Sword. After the fiasco just now, he no longer dared to underestimate Zhao Zheng, and as soon as he made a move, he showed ten percent of his strength.

Swift speed, unrivaled sword, fire that burns shame!

The sword body danced, and several burning sword qi fell, enveloping Zhao Zheng, some sword qi mainly attacked, and some sword qi blocked Zhao Zheng's way.

Zhao Zheng stabbed out with a sword, stabbing at the oncoming flame sword qi, and then with a flick of his wrist, the sword body turned, forming a rotating golden sword qi, shaking all the surrounding flame sword qi.

There was a pop, and the flames fell one after another, all of which fell beside Zhao Zheng.

Kong Yunjie ran out of one move, and made another move, this time using another Yin Cloud Sword and another cold internal force. This is a neat move, with no superfluous changes, condensing the majestic icy internal force and stabbing it out in one fell swoop.

The internal force turned into sword qi, forming a cloud of sword qi that was colder than the cold wind, and this temperature was enough to freeze a person's bones to pieces!

Zhao Zheng avoided his edge and jumped backwards, and as soon as he dodged with his front foot, the icy cold sword qi immediately hit the ground, freezing the ground and forming a smooth ice wall like a mirror. He stood firm. Then he rushed up again. Shake the sword of life in your hand. Unleash the Pegasus sword technique, and throw out the sword, just like a horse whistling west wind!

Kong Yunjie no longer had the previous sense of panic, regained his previous strength, and dismantled the moves with Zhao Zheng and fought together. Don't look at Kong Yunjie's injury, but after he got serious, his strength was still not inferior to Zhao Zheng. Flip a pair of swords up and down, alternating between hot and cold.

Zhao Zheng was the same as just now, he was still making ruthless moves, killing swords with swords, but he still couldn't kill Kong Yunjie for a while.

If these two people are compared, in terms of internal force, Kong Yunjie is slightly better, after all, he cultivates the treacherous evil skills of Qimen, and every cent of internal force is accumulated by human life; In terms of moves, Zhao Zheng is going to be slightly better. His mastery of the Maha swordsmanship is close to perfection in every way; Psychologically, both of them are murderous. Each does not give in to each other; In terms of weapons, Kong Yunjie's two swords are both swords, and the Jiuyang Sword is even a top-grade sword, which is far stronger than Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng suffered a big loss in weapons, and if he suffered, he would be unlucky.

When the fight reached the thirty-fifth move, Kong Yunjie used the move "Ice Dissipation and Fog Dissipation", and used the cold sword qi to dissolve all of Zhao Zheng's offend, and then used the move "Chestnut in the Fire", and used the Jiuyang Sword to directly attack the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand. When the blades of the two swords touched the blades, a crisp sound was heard, and the sword of one life was actually cut into two!

The broken sword flew into the sky, and the scarred sword was finally destroyed.

Zhao Zheng had long expected that his sword would not be able to reach Kong Yunjie's sword, so he did not panic because of this, and his face was still without fear. The moment the sword broke, he pressed the mechanism on the hilt of the sword, pulled out the remaining military thorns, and stabbed Kong Yunjie's throat. Although the military spur in his hand was short, after the stab was stabbed, it turned into a sword qi that was two feet long!

Kong Yunjie didn't expect that there was such a mystery in Zhao Zheng's sword body, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly used an iron plate bridge kung fu, bent backwards suddenly, dodged this sharp golden sword qi, and then tapped under his feet, ran backwards, and opened the distance.

Zhao Zheng stabbed away, and caught up with another stab, this time stabbing at Kong Yunjie's lower abdomen.

Kong Yunjie turned over with a harrier, dodged the blow, and stood up straight by the way. He relied on the sharpness of the sword in his hand, and rushed to Zhao Zheng again, using hand-to-hand moves, and the sword went straight to the remaining military thorn in Zhao Zheng's hand. A few rounds later, the Jiuyang Sword collided with the military thorn, cutting off the finger-thick military thorn.

Zhao Zheng shook his hand, threw the only half of the military thorn to Kong Yunjie's front door, forced the other party to retreat, and took the opportunity to pull out the Tiger Roar Sword.

"Hmph, look at me and cut off your sword, and see what you are going to fight with me!" Kong Yunjie tasted the sweetness of the blade, and continued to use the fighting method just now, trying to bully Zhao Zheng as close as possible, and touching Zhao Zheng's sword with his sword.

Zhao Zhengze was the opposite, he tried his best to distance himself from Kong Yunjie, avoid colliding with the opponent's blade, and try his best to rely on sword qi to fight.

The two of them had different intentions and continued to fight, and after the half-pillar incense scene passed, they fought more than a dozen moves, and each other had their own victories and defeats. Zhao Zheng's arm was painted, the clothes on Kong Yunjie's left abdomen were torn, and a bright red cut was added to his body.

When the fight reached the sixtieth move, Kong Yunjie made a quick move "Electric Light and Flint", a sword went down to the right and up, and slashed at the tiger roaring sword in Zhao Zheng's hand, Zhao Zheng couldn't close the sword, and the two swords finally collided together.

"Ding!"

A string of sparks ignited, and the Tiger Roaring Sword was broken from three-tenths of the way, and the broken part flew to the sun in the sky with a turn, and flew more than five zhang high, which showed the power of this sword.

Zhao's face was calm and undisturbed, and he used the remaining Tiger Roar Sword to protect his body, and then launched a ferocious attack. After the sword was lost by a large amount, it had a serious impact on him, firstly, the attack was shortened by a section, and secondly, there was a slight deviation in the mastery of the sword qi, which was a big loss in the battle.

Kong Yunjie took advantage of this advantage and launched an intensified attack, shaking out all the unique skills at the bottom of the box, and one move was faster than the other. Zhao Zheng used a broken sword to deal with it, but he only had the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back, and he suddenly fell into a dangerous situation.

Zhao Zheng fought harder and harder, sweat broke out from his nose and sideburns, the wounds on his arms became more and more cracked, and blood stained his sleeves red.

Seeing this scene, everyone who had a relationship with Zhao Zheng raised their hearts to their throats.

The bewitching woman in the crowd clenched her hands even more nervously, and her slightly longer nails pierced deep into the flesh, faintly painful.

Above the east stand, the purple-faced Lei Guangsuo among the four southern ones frowned slightly. He had a peculiar purple face. He is also the most iron-faced and selfless. He shook his head and said, "It's a shame. The sword in Zhao Zheng's hand was not as good as Kong Yunjie. After the two swords were slashed, they immediately fell into disadvantage. Now that the general trend is gone, he is afraid that he will not last long. ”

"The old brother seems to be looking forward to Zhao Zheng winning?" Wandering in all directions, he asked with a smile.

"I'm not biased towards Zhao Zheng, I just think it's a pity, if he has a blade in his hand, this competition will definitely be more exciting." Lei Guangsu said.

Indeed, if he had a blade at his disposal, the outcome of this contest would be even more unpredictable. But now it seems. He's lost. Compare swords, compare swords, if you don't have a sword in your hand, how can you compare with others? Xiaoyaosu said.

The other two old men also talked a few words, and they both felt a little pity.

As the host of the ring, Tie Xuanfeng could no longer listen to such rumors, and interjected on the side: "A few old-timers, listen to me. Before the fight, I also considered unifying the blades so that every fighter could fight with the blades provided by the villa. But if you do. It will undoubtedly be time-consuming, and the fighter will use an unfamiliar blade. It will inevitably lead to a reduction in strength. So I dismissed that idea and decided to let the fighter use his own blade. Blades are inevitably good and bad, and will have an impact on martial arts. But there is no way to do both, so it can only be like this. The competition pays attention to the right time, place and people, in fact, it is not only about martial arts, but also about other things, there is really no need to be too demanding about the so-called fairness. ”

After listening to this, Nanfang Sisu nodded in agreement, and no longer dwelled on the matter of the quality of the blade.

There are many contradictions on the rivers and lakes, and when the contradictions become irresolvable, they often choose to fight to resolve the contradictions. In the ring, it is divided into up and down, high and low, but it never pays attention to the word fairness.

Under the east stand, the family of the mandarin duck chasing the wind looked at Zhao Zheng, who fell into the ring and fell into the ring, and they all showed nervous looks.

"It's not good, the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand has been broken, and if you continue to fight, you have to lose, how can this be good." Ouyang Susu said worriedly.

Li Zhenzhen, who was sitting on the side, heard this, and hurriedly looked at the saber on his father's waist, which was inserted in a pottery frosted sheath, with an ancient hilt style, and a piece of jasper inlaid on it, and the jade was engraved with four small characters of gentleman.

This sword is also a high-grade sword like Kong Yunjie's Jiuyang Sword, named "Male Sword", and Ouyang Susu's saber "Female Sword" is paired together, collectively known as "Mandarin Duck Sword". There is also a piece of jasper on the female sword, which is engraved with My Fair Lady.

This pair of mandarin duck swords came from the hands of ancient sword casting masters, and they became famous earlier than the mandarin duck hero couple chasing the wind, and they can definitely fight with the Jiuyang sword in Kong Yunjie's hand.

"Father, the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand is not as good as Kong Yunjie, you can lend him your sword quickly!" Li Zhenzhen shouted anxiously.

The high-grade sword is incomparably precious, there is no price, and every martial artist who owns the high-grade sword will regard it as a treasure, and will not easily borrow it, let alone lend it to others for martial arts competition. If there is a bump in the top-grade sword, replace it with one that no one can afford.

But Li Yuanzhan doesn't care, or he cares more about Zhao Zheng's win or loss.

He nodded with a calm face, straightened up the tiger's body, turned to look up, and said to Tie Xuanfeng: "Iron Zhuang Master, the victory or defeat in the ring has not yet been decided, but the blade in Zhao Zheng's hand has been broken, for the sake of fairness, and in order to continue the competition, I am willing to lend my sword to Zhao Zheng to use, I don't know if the owner can agree?" ”

When Tie Xuanfeng heard that it was Li Yuanzhan who spoke, out of respect, he also stood up, and responded: "Li Daxia promised to lend the sword generously, and he wanted to complete this competition, and the owner of the village accepted this love very much. However, before the ring was set, the owner of the village had already set a rule that the fighters could only use the blades they carried, and it was forbidden for others to send other blades to the ring, so I can only say sorry here. There are no rules, and I ask Li Daxia to forgive me. ”

"If the relevant rules have been set before, then I will not force it, please continue to watch the competition." The look of disappointment on Li Yuanzhan's face flashed, and he said with his fists clenched.

Tie Xuanfeng returned the salute with his fists, and then sat back in his place.

"Alas, before the ring, there was a rule forbidding others to lend their blades to those in the ring." Li Yuanzhan sighed.

"Oops, how can there be such a rule, if he can't lend the sword to Zhao Zheng, won't he lose." Ouyang Sudai's eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes showed a worried look.

"It's all because I didn't think it through and didn't think about it in advance. Otherwise, I would have lent my sword to Zhao Zheng a long time ago. Li Yuanzhan said.

Li Zhenzhen heard her father's words. Biting her lip. expressed dissatisfaction with the rules set by Tie Xuanfeng, and complained a few words. Ouyang Susu was worried about her daughter's gaffe, so she pushed her daughter and reminded her not to talk nonsense. Li Zhenzhen had to keep her mouth shut and continue to watch the competition in the ring, and her heart was tied to the heroic young man on the stage.

Li Yuanzhan was not the only one who wanted to lend the blade to Zhao Zheng, Baili Liancheng and Lu Youfa also wanted to change Zhao Zheng to a high-grade sword competition, but it was too late.

Lu Youfa saw that Zhao Zheng was at a disadvantage because his weapons were inferior to the other party. regretted all the intestines, hated to go back in time, and then spent a lot of money to rent a high-grade sword for Zhao Zheng to use.

But it was a foregone conclusion, and it could no longer be changed no matter what.

In fact, Zhao Zheng had already expected this situation, and the reason why he didn't borrow a top-grade sword from others to fight the enemy was because he had other plans.

For this ring match and Zi Chujian itself, he knows a lot of things that others don't know.

In fact, you don't necessarily have to achieve the final victory to win Zichu Sword, fighting is not the goal, getting the recognition of Zi Chu Sword is the goal.

I want to get the approval of Zi Chu Sword. It is necessary to show Zi Chujian the qualities that young people should have, such as forge ahead, perseverance, and vigor.

In addition, you don't need to use a sword that is too strong when fighting. Zi Chu Sword's sword spirit is very strong in fighting, and it will be hostile to other sword spirits, and if you wear a high-grade sword to fight, it will be difficult to win the favor of Zi Chu Sword.

If you don't use a top-grade sword and perform well in the two competitions close to the decisive battle, you have a certain chance of being recognized by Zi Chu Jian in advance and become the master of Zi Chu Sword. This is another method of the sub-primordial sword.

The success rate of this method is very small, but it is the best way to win the Zichu Sword. Zheng Wuji has the strength of the Sevenfold Heavenly Martial Artist, which is too strong, and Zhao Zheng's hope of defeating this person is really slim, so he can only pin his hopes of winning the Zichu Sword on this path.

For him, whether he can kill Kong Yunjie is a gamble, and whether he can get Zichu Sword is also a gamble.

Today is a big gamble in his life, this gamble is far bigger than Lu Youfa's gamble, and it is definitely not money that can be compared!

This contest, or this gamble, has already had a further result.

When the two fought for a full hundred rounds, Zhao Zheng seized a good opportunity and jumped in front of Kong Yunjie with a goshawk fighting rabbit. He then used the moves in the grappling fist technique, reached out and clasped one of Kong Yunjie's wrists, and with the other hand, he used the broken sword as a dagger, stabbing Kong Yunjie's throat.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Kong Yunjie raised his leg and kicked Zhao Zheng's lower abdomen, and held the Yinyun Sword with his other hand to block the broken sword in Zhao Zheng's hand.

The two of them were very close to each other in this move, and the moves they used were all desperate moves, and life and death and victory and defeat were all tied to this.

Kong Yunjie's legs are very strong, and the Yin Yun Sword is also very sharp.

Zhao Zheng should have taken care of himself and avoided these two moves, but he had already fought so hard that he couldn't care about his own safety. He ignored the leg and sword, and still stabbed forward with the broken sword, intending to take Kong Yunjie's life, which was a lose-lose choice.

The sword has no eyes, and it is still rapidly approaching forward, and the safety of the two of them hangs by a thread!

The people who saw this scene clearly all gasped and left the table one after another, staring at the change in this move.

Whether it is Kong Yunjie or Zhao Zheng, if any of the two of them has an accident, it will be a major loss for the rivers and lakes.

Nanfang Sisuo, Tie Xuanfeng, Li Yuanzhan and many other masters are all ready to rush to the ring to save people.

Kong Yunjie didn't expect Zhao Zheng to work so hard, and would rather be injured than change his moves. In a hurry, he used enough ice and fire internal force, his face was flushed with two colors, one red and one blue, and his neck instantly swelled, like a bag full of air. This is the life-saving kung fu of the inner family, which can use internal force to puff up the skin, greatly improve the defense ability of the skin and flesh, and play an effect close to that of the iron cloth shirt.

The broken sword in Zhao Zheng's hand stabbed Kong Yunjie's thick neck, and his own lower abdomen was also kicked hard. Then the Yin Cloud Sword came over from the side, but it was a step too late and failed to block the broken sword, but slashed at the sword, making the already small remaining broken sword one less piece.

The two of them each screamed miserably and flew out upside down in two different directions.

Zhao Zheng flew more than three feet away, kicked the ground with his hind legs, and froze. The kick in his lower abdomen was too powerful. Hurt the dantian and internal organs. Very serious internal injuries were caused. There was a hot pain in the abdomen, and a stream of blood rushed to the throat. A wisp of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, slid down his cheek, and dripped to the ground.

He looked to the other side to check Kong Yunjie's injuries, but was disappointed to find that the other party was not dead.

Kong Yunjie relied on the internal force infused in his neck to block a sword, and he was able to save his life. But the neck was still scratched, and the wound almost hurt the Adam's apple. He inserted a Yin Yun Sword back into the sheath, connected the acupoints with his hand, stopped the bleeding, and looked at Zhao Zheng on the opposite side with hatred.

The two looked at each other, their sharp gazes meeting in mid-air, colliding with invisible sparks.

Seeing that neither of them was worried about their lives, the others were all slightly relieved. Those who were so excited that they stood up sat back in their places.

Zhao Zheng had to admit that he was too big before. overestimated himself and underestimated Kong Yunjie. He thought he was 70% sure of winning. The chances of winning will be very big, but I didn't expect Kong Yunjie to be so difficult. Now that the two swords in his hand were broken, there was no blade to use, and he had been hit in the lower abdomen, and he had suffered internal injuries and fell into a disadvantage, with little hope of victory.

Kong Yunjie touched his neck, looked at the dazzling blood on his hand, and shook it hard, shaking off all the blood on his hand. He glared at Zhao Zheng viciously, and the voice threatened: "Zhao Zheng, my two swords have been cut off by me, see what else you have to fight with me, I will definitely cut you with a thousand knives later, in order to vent the hatred in my heart!" ”

Zhao Zheng tried to straighten his waist and fight again, but when he moved slightly, there was immediately an unbearable sharp pain in his abdomen, and the pain made him bend down again.

Kong Yunjie pulled out the Yin Cloud Sword hanging from his waist again, and was about to pounce. At that moment, a figure flew into the ring, blocking between the two fighters.

At this time, only Tie Xuanfeng was the only person who was qualified to jump into the ring, and the others were strictly forbidden to jump into the ring.

Tie Xuanfeng looked at Kong Yunjie and made a blocking gesture.

Seeing this, Kong Yunjie stopped his galloping footsteps and fell to the ground, and there were still a few blood spots that fell with him.

"Iron Lord, what do you mean by this?" Kong Yunjie frowned and asked. Like Zhao Zheng, he has also risen up and devoted himself to this dragon and tiger fight, and there is no one else in his eyes, let alone being disturbed by others.

"Kong Shaoxia and slow down, in my opinion, this competition has already had a result, and there is really no need for you to fight again. I see that the two of you are inseparable, and it is dark and dark, and if there is a mistake, it will not be good to cause casualties. You wait for a while, I'll ask Zhao Shaoxia's opinion, if the two of you reach an agreement, you can stop. Tie Xuanfeng persuaded.

"What is the result of the owner?"

"The result is obvious, the two swords in your hands are still there, and the swords in Zhao Shaoxia's hands have been broken, and there is no sword that can be used for martial arts. In this competition, you naturally won. Tie Xuanfeng said and looked at Zhao Zheng, "Zhao Shaoxia, I don't know what you think?" You don't have a sword anymore, you can't fight anymore, so in my opinion, just surrender and admit defeat. Even though you lost, the result is already very good for you. From tomorrow onwards, your reputation will be sprinkled all over the country, why don't you accept it if you don't see it, and don't ask for hardship. ”

Kong Yunjie looked at Zhao Zheng, and everyone in the three stands around looked at Zhao Zheng, all of whom were waiting for Zhao Zheng to admit defeat. In their opinion, Zhao Zheng has already fallen into a desperate situation, and there is no more choice than to admit defeat.

Zhao Zheng lowered his head and did not answer immediately, but raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, raised his hand and clicked on a few acupoints, stood up stiffly, and straightened his backbone that would never admit defeat.

Everyone is still looking at him, still waiting for him to throw in the towel.

He himself wanted to admit defeat, so he waved at Kong Yunjie and said a few words of convincing, so that the whole dark cloud disappeared. Then I can easily go down and accept the doctor's treatment, it is still early, and I can have a beautiful lunch and take a nap later.

Isn't that beautiful?

But he couldn't do that, because someone was watching him.

The spirits of countless dead were watching him.

The god who raised his head was watching him.

The self who vowed to be a chivalrous man in the past was watching him.

If he falls today, he will never get up again.

You can fall down at any time, but not today.

"I'm sorry, Iron Owner, I'm going to disappoint you, as long as I still have three inches of gas today, I will never admit defeat." Zhao Zheng's tone was calm, but with irrefutable power, he was unstoppable today!

Tie Xuanfeng's eyes trembled, his pupils contracted slightly, and he asked, "Don't admit defeat, but what do you use to compete with Kong Yunjie?" In the ring, it is forbidden for the fighter to use other people's blades, and it is forbidden to use fists and feet other than swordsmanship. You don't have a sword to use now, and you can't fight with your fists and feet, so what else do you use to compare? ”

"You can use this." After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, he walked to the side, bent down and picked up a piece of broken sword tip on the ground.

This is the tip of the sword of a life, which is still a foot long, the corners are as sharp as before, and the sword body is cold. The moment it was picked up, the tip of the sword seemed to glow with new vitality and become complete again.

Zhao Zheng held the tip of the sword tightly with his hand, and the palm of his hand was inevitably cut by the blade of the sword, and a lot of blood flowed out, but he didn't care at all, because the blood was inexhaustible. He raised his hand and aimed the tip of his sword at Kong Yunjie's face.

"This is my sword, the sword of life. As long as I don't fall, no matter how many pieces this sword breaks, I will continue to use it! (To be continued......)