Mo Yunzi's eyes narrowed, seeing the enemy's coming, the horizontal sword pressed down, and made a shrinking stalk and hiding his head, and his body was lowered by half, dodging the enemy's false moves and real moves together.

The sword flower that Xin Ling shook out stabbed against the top of Mo Yunzi's head, and the sword qi shook into a ball, dazzling with brilliance.

The moment when a move is old, it is often the most difficult time for a martial artist to change his moves, and this is the perfect time to fight back. Mo Yunzi's single eye was fierce, and he swung his sword to make a move to Haidilao Yue, and the whole person also stood up.

This sword set off an imposing sword aura, like a storm crashing on the shore, swept up from the ground!

The sword qi flew in all directions, marking several finger-deep marks on the ground. The ground here is made of special stones, and each stone is similar to an iron plate, and the indentation can be cut on these stone slabs, which shows the power of this sword!

But no matter how fierce the attack is, it must be able to hit the enemy.

At the moment when the sword qi was lifted, Xin Ling had already withdrawn to his side to dodge, and he did not receive any damage. He is known for his fast sword, and of course he is not slow. He dodged this sword and immediately changed his move, unleashing the next move in Cangsong's sword technique, which was called "Uncle Fengchun", which could be used when he was passive. I saw that he shook off the sword flower, and the sword qi on Zhou's body flew obliquely, front and back, left, left and right, and the attack enveloped an area within a radius of one zhang.

Mo Yunzi calculated the loophole of this move, jumped out of it, and fell to the ground with a flip.

Xin Ling shook the sword in his hand, chased after him, and struck Mo Yunzi in the back with a sword. If you want to use a fast sword, the first prerequisite is to practice the swordsmanship well, and strictly follow the swordsmanship routine in battle. Only in this way can it be handy. Make a quick move!

Mo Yunzi felt that the evil wind behind him was not good. made the move "Peacock Open the Screen", and swung the sword that Xin Ling had killed, and then turned around and fought with Xin Ling.

Xin Ling issued a move, followed by another move, killing Mo Yunzi with a dense attack, one move faster than one move, and one move fiercer. Step by step, it has exerted its own strength.

Mo Yunzi parried concentratingly, relying on the formulas of Zu Xuan's swordsmanship to dismantle Xin Ling's moves, which could save himself, but the fight was very dangerous. Often he just blocked the sword on the left, and the sword came from the right again, blocking the sword above, and the sword attacked from below, without giving him the slightest respite. Xin Ling's sword aura always enveloped him, and as long as his reaction was a little slower, it would lead to serious injuries and defeat.

Xin Ling became more and more ferocious. Shake out all the subtle sword moves in Cangsong's swordsmanship, and the sword in his hand danced into a white match. The whole person was submerged in white light, almost disappearing. The speed of his moves gradually overpowered Mo Yunzi's calculation speed, forcing Mo Yunzi into the corner of the stands.

Mo Yunzi secretly screamed badly, and suddenly strengthened his five senses, and put the five senses to the maximum, which improved his reaction ability to a certain extent, kept up with Xin Ling's speed, and did not lose. He can see through some of Xin Ling's moves, but his speed can't keep up with Xin Ling, and even if he sees through it, he can't crack it in time.

These two people seemed to have met the tiger on the mountain, and they fought on a par.

The people in the stands felt a feast for their eyes when they saw the two fighting so fiercely, and some people couldn't help but cheer.

This leading competition finally did not disappoint everyone.

The two fighters dismantled more than 30 moves in the ring, and still did not win or lose.

Overall, Xin Ling's offensive was very sharp and swift, and he had been suppressing Mo Yunzi and gaining the upper hand, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before he won.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Yunzi secretly gritted his teeth, and thought in his heart: "I thought that I could easily win the first game, but I didn't expect to encounter such a hard iron plate, if I lost in his hands, not to mention that I couldn't get Zichu Sword, I would have to be laughed at by the world." Especially that Zhao Zheng, he will laugh off his big teeth. No, even if I use a little special means, I have to defeat this person called Xin Ling, otherwise I still have the face to live in the world. ”

Thinking of this, Mo Yunzi jumped out of the circle with a false move, and after settling on his heels, he briskly did a few backflips, flipped to the corner of the ring, and distanced himself from Xin Ling in the center.

"Where to run!" Xin Ling burst into a shout, shook his sword, and rushed to catch up.

"I didn't run away, but I wanted to release the other self." Mo Yunzi snorted coldly, the color of his right eye changed slightly, and red silk appeared in his eyes, "In the past, I began to draw gossip in the Bao Xi clan, with the virtue of the gods, and the love of all things, and made the technique of ninety-nine to combine the changes of the six lines." He whispered these mantras recorded in the ancestral sword technique, activating a special ability of his own and driving himself into a state of madness.

Zu Xuan's swordsmanship is too profound, Mo Yunzi is difficult to master, and he has gone mad many times in the process of practicing swords, so that his mind is affected, and he will get sick every once in a while, become crazy, and kill people when he sees them. He can't stop himself from going crazy, but he can use the way of reciting mantras and wrong internal forces to force himself to go crazy!

Once he goes crazy, Mo Yunzi will lose his mind, but his calculation power will be greatly improved, and he will calculate several or even a dozen ways to deal with it at the moment when the enemy makes a move. As the computing power increases, so does the strength.

Xin Ling's sword came in an instant, and the tip of the sword split into three, three into nine, and stabbed at Mo Yunzi's upper body. This trick is called "pine needles falling", it is a famous killing move in Cangsong swordsmanship, it is very powerful, and it is also very difficult to practice, and it took a long time of hard work to learn.

"Since the time has passed, Zhang Cang, the Marquis of Pinghou in the Han Dynasty, and Geng Shouchang, the Great Si Nongzhong, have all been good at fortune telling!" Mo Yunzi suddenly raised his voice and shouted out some headless words, and at the same time, his scarlet eyes widened, and his sword flew away, plunging into the sword flower that Xin Ling shook out!

It stands to reason that in the face of such a dense offensive, it should have been right to withdraw and dodge. But after going crazy, Mo Yunzi calculated that the biggest flaw in Xin Ling's move was exactly in the center of the sword flower, and only by risking the fire could Xin Ling be defeated.

In his usual life, Mo Yunzi would never be so desperate, but now he has lost his mind, and he only wants to kill the person in front of him, and he has put his own life and death out of the question.

Xin Ling saw Mo Yunzi jump into the sword flower, and stabbed his flaw with a sword. I can't help but change color slightly. He should have changed his tactics halfway through. But he had developed the habit of making one move after another. There is such a thought of changing tricks, but the body can't react in time.

At the moment when Xin Ling was stunned and hesitated, Mo Yunzi stabbed out the sword in his hand without hesitation and went straight to Xin Ling's chest.

The sword qi on Leng Feng's sword was so strong that it formed a sharp cone shape, and it fiercely penetrated into the hollow place of the sword qi that Xin Ling shook out, shaking the surrounding sword qi away.

Mo Yunzi's reddened right eye and the tip of the sword like a cold star quickly enlarged in Xin Ling's eyes.

"Poof!"

Xin Ling was stabbed in the chest. The whole person bounced off the momentum, scattering a little blood in mid-air, and finally landed three feet away and fell heavily to the ground. He was not lightly beaten this time, his chest was pierced to the flesh, and the clothes on his chest were turned into shreds, stained with blood, and scattered on the ground.

Xin Ling was so seriously injured, coupled with falling to the ground, he was defeated.

The competition pays attention to the point and stops. But in such a fierce battle, even if you miss and stab the enemy to serious injury. It is also something that cannot be avoided, and it will not be blamed by others. There are not many martial artists in this world who can really send and receive freely and do whatever they want.

The people in the stands stood up one after another, concerned about Xin Ling's injury, which was not necessarily kind, but more just curious.

Fortunately, Xin Ling's body was strong enough and did not hurt the vital point, so he would not die on the spot. Forged Sword Villa hired a lot of famous doctors for this ring match, and as long as the fighter had three inches of qi left, he could save his life.

Tie Xuanfeng whispered a few words to the southern Sisuo beside him, stood up, flew to the ring, and announced: "In the first competition, Mo Yunzi won!" ”

This voice announced the result, and it stands to reason that this contest is over, but Mo Yunzi is now in a state of madness, has lost his mind, and still wants to kill people with red eyes. He saw Xin Ling lying on the ground, chanting a mantra in his mouth, jumped over with an arrow step, aimed at Xin Ling's head, and stabbed with his sword.

If this sword is pierced, Xin Ling will be killed on the spot!

"Wait! You've already won, so why do you want to kill him? Tie Xuanfeng glared at the old man, moved to a warm anger, his toes crushed the ground, his body shifted shape, and moved to Mo Yunzi. He stretched out a pair of iron hoop-like fingers and quickly and accurately clamped the sword in Mo Yunzi's hand, firmly holding the sword and saving Xin Ling, who was lying in a pool of blood.

Mo Yunzi's eyes showed a fierce light, he lost his mind, and regarded Tie Xuanfeng as an enemy, constantly urging his internal force, pouring waves into the sword, wanting to kill Tie Xuanfeng. But with his strength, how could he be Tie Xuanfeng's opponent, and the internal forces urged out, like a mud cow entering the sea, all disappeared without a trace.

"Are you crazy kid, you still want to do something with the old man." Tie Xuanfeng was even more angry, and with a slight force of his two fingers, he shook Mo Yunzi's hand away with a dark force.

Mo Yunzi kicked backwards and stepped back for more than a dozen steps before stopping, the tiger's mouth was cracked, his internal organs were also impacted, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood. He suffered hardships, but he still did not regain his senses, stretched out his two fingers instead of the sword, attacked Tie Xuanfeng again, and performed the killing move in the ancestral swordsmanship, "Count the last resort", this seemingly simple move, contains a lot of later moves and changes.

Tie Xuanfeng saw that Mo Yunzi's state was very wrong, and as the owner of the village, it was impossible for him to deign to do something with a junior, so he had to rush forward and use the acupoint technique to make Mo Yunzi dizzy. No matter how subtle Mo Yunzi's move is, it is impossible for Tie Xuanfeng to be the opponent.

"Mo Yunzi, a stunned young man, was so angry just now, that he still wanted to do something with the old man, which is really laughable. However, the old man doesn't remember the villain, and he doesn't care about him, and this battle is still considered his victory. In order not to delay the ring match, we moved on to the next competition. Tie Xuanfeng shouted loudly, lightly brushing over the incident just now, and did not delve into it. Compared with Mo Yunzi alone, it is more important to compete for the entire Zichu sword.

The dust settled on the first martial arts competition, and some martial artists who were proficient in medical skills jumped on the stage one after another and carried the two fighters down for treatment. Xin Ling was a disciple of the Taishan faction, and many people from the Taishan faction gathered around him and cared for him. Looking at Mo Yunzi's side again, it was much more deserted, except for the two doctors, there was no one to accompany him.

Several Zhuang Ding, who were skilled in kung fu, jumped into the ring, cleaned up the blood stains on the ground as quickly as possible, and wiped the water dry with a rag without leaving a trace.

Tie Xuanfeng read out the list and called the other two fighters to the stage. The second contest is played.

The candidate for this competition is a regular swordsman? Chu Tian and the cold light outside the plug? Sukhbaru. The strength of these two people is also equal. Not much difference.

Steward Zhu led the two beaters to the stage, then bowed down and retreated, and the two beaters jumped into the ring with ease. When Chu Tian jumped, he used the technique of "pulling onions on dry land", his feet were tightly together, and he jumped into the ring without any jumping action. Sukhbaru, on the other hand, jumped on it in stride, and landed very heavy. There was a muffled sound, which showed that this person's martial arts were taking a fierce route.

Tie Xuanfeng waved a small red flag to announce the start of the competition, and then jumped back to the East Stand.

Chu Tian was still meticulous as usual, his hair was neatly combed, symmetrical left and right, and his clothes, shoes and socks were the same, all neatly organized. He showed off his starting hand in the regular swordsmanship, holding the sword up in front of his chest. The other hand is behind the back, and the two feet are one in front and one in the back. The heel is attached to the edge of the foot, forming the shape of "丄".

Sukhbaru on the opposite side was also dressed very distinctively, wearing a wolfskin cape, a pair of sturdy arms, a belt around his waist, loose trousers, and a pair of black boots under his feet, the tips of which were upturned. He also has a special appearance, which is completely different from the appearance of the people of the Great Yan Kingdom, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, curly hair, deep eye sockets, and a wide nose, which looks very rough. The sword in his hand matched him perfectly, it was very wide and heavy, about five feet long, about a palm thick, and the hilt was surprisingly long enough to be grasped by both hands. This giant sword is not like it is used to fight the rivers and lakes, but it is like it is used in battle.

"Please advise." Chu Tian snorted crisply, shook the tip of the sword, and the tip of the sword trembled lightly, looking full of energy.

"Let you Dayan people also know how powerful you are outsiders, look at the move!" Sukhbaru roared, like a tiger roaring in the mountains. Since he grew up outside the plug, his accent is very peculiar, and his tongue is a little curled. He jumped up, swung his giant sword and slashed, and a circle of sword qi was brought up on the blade, whirring and windy. He really took a fierce route, and as soon as he made a move, he showed groundbreaking power.

Chu Tian had to avoid its edge, jumped up in a high position, dodged the semi-circular sharp sword qi, and then fell with the momentum, stabbing the sword to the back of Sukhbaru's hand.

Sukhbaru did not change his move, but continued to swing his sword with the momentum, swinging the sword in a full circle, drawing a circular sword qi. The range of his attack was very large, and the sword qi had already overflowed two zhang away.

The tip of Chu Tian's sword adjusted its direction, followed the back of Sukh Balu's hand, and tapped on it, pointing out a small wound. With this power, he bounced his whole body backwards, away from the wide range of sword qi that Su Hebaru unleashed.

Sukhbaru moves with the old, stop spinning, and stand firm. The sword qi he swung out gradually dissipated. He glanced at the back of his right hand, which had black hair, and saw that there was an additional wound on it, revealing Bai Sensen's bones under the flesh, with obvious scratches on the bones.

This wound may not seem serious, but it also hurts the muscles and bones on the back of the hand, which will have a considerable impact on Sukhbaru.

Sukhbaru licked the back of his hand, sucked the blood into his mouth, showed a hideous look on his face, roared, and raised his sword to attack Chu Tian again. He rushed forward and swung the sword in his hand straight down, slashing out a vertical sword qi.

Chu Tian didn't fight against it, and still adopted a dexterous and roundabout strategy, making the move "consistent", turning sideways, and flashing the sword qi emitted by Sukhbaru. After avoiding the sword qi, he immediately stepped forward, crossed his legs forward, stabbed the tip of the sword downward, and pointed out a sharp sword qi, which was stabbing at Sukhbaru's feet.

The sword was also not heavy, but left a shallow wound.

Sukhbaru was annoyed and angry, his eyes were red, and he used all his strength to swing the giant sword in his hand wide open.

Chu Tian guarded the door, step by step, still using rescue tactics, waiting for Sukhbaru to reveal a flaw before starting, almost every time he took out the sword, he could leave a wound on Sukhbaru's bear-like body.

One wound is nothing, two wounds are nothing, but they accumulate a lot, but they will kill people.

Sukhbaru made a fierce move, tired and panting, and his body was covered with wounds, gradually revealing his decline, like a beast that has lost its teeth.

When other warriors face this situation, they often adopt the strategy of chasing after victory and increase the offensive in their hands. But Chu Tian's temperament was very calm, he still maintained his original pace, and unhurriedly made moves to weaken Sukhbaru, just like shaving noodles, slashing left and right on Sukhbaru.

Regardless of Chu Tian's swordsmanship, his calm attitude alone is very worthy of recognition, and many spectators in the stands couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up.

After fighting for more than 60 moves, Sukhbaru was completely unable to move, his speed became much slower, and his vision became blurred.

Chu Tian saw that the time had come, suddenly increased his speed, dodged through Sukhbaru's defense, went around to the rear, turned around and put his sword on Sukhbaru's thick neck.

"I conceded." Chu Tian said with a smile.

"You're better than I am." Sukhbaru muffled in his admitted, the greatsword in his hand hanging down.

"The swordsmanship outside the Saiwai is indeed unique, and this battle has benefited me a lot." Chu Tian slowly withdrew the sword in his hand.

"You people in the Great Yan Kingdom just like to be polite, you are much more powerful than me, what benefits do you receive, what is the shallow." Sukhbaru didn't appreciate it, pursed his lips, and put the giant sword on his back again, "I'll go back to Saiwai and practice hard for a few more years, and when I have practiced my skills, I'll come back to you to settle accounts in the future." If I can't win you in the future, I, Sukhbaru, am not a good man. ”

"Hehe, I also hope to meet you again one day." Chu Tian said with a smile.

Tie Xuanfeng jumped onto the stage, praised Chu Tian a few words, and announced Chu Tian in public.

Sukhbaru jumped off the stage in a daze and walked towards the east behind the stage, where several doctors surrounded him, bandaged his wounds and applied gold sore medicine.

At the end of the second round of the competition, Zhuang Ding began to clean up the blood stains in the ring.

Steward Zhu turned his head sideways and smiled at the row of beaters sitting next to him: "Zhao Zheng, Tie Yinhua, the candidates for the third competition are the two of you, please step down with me." ”

Zhao Zheng was slightly stunned for a moment when he heard that he was named, then cheered up, took a deep breath, and got up from the chair. He didn't expect it to be his turn so soon, but it's okay to finish the fight early and feel at ease early.

On the other side, Honeysuckle also stood up, and lifted the huge sword box at his feet, and carried it behind his back. He turned his head to look at Zhao Zheng, his eyes full of provocation and hostility. The two of them did not have a holiday, but once they got into the ring, they became enemies if they were not enemies.

Zhao Zheng faced Tie Yinhua's gaze, unaffected in the slightest, and smiled slightly, waved his hand in front and said, "Tie Shaoxia, please!" The sword-casting skills of Sword Casting Villa are well-known all over the world, and I heard that swordsmanship is also not weaker than others, so today I just took a lesson and opened my eyes. ”

"I'll open your eyes, you can just see." Honeysuckle snorted and walked down with the heavy sword case on her back. (To be continued......)