The eldest lady raised her sword fingers, and then pointed out, seemingly slowly, but countless finger shadows appeared in front of her, among which there was even a blue sword qi, strangled towards Ling Shuiyao.

The sword qi used with bare hands is vertical, although it is not as sharp as the sword, so overwhelming, but it is more flexible and unpredictable, the weapon is just an extension of the hand, no matter what, the hand is more flexible than the weapon.

Facing the sword qi, Ling Shuiyao put away her usual casualness, her expression became solemn, her eyes were introverted, and the shadow of the sword qi was reflected in her clear pupils.

She didn't retreat, she didn't dodge, but took a step forward, her left hand drew a circle in front of her, and her right hand stabbed out with her palm, swallowing azure true qi energy, passing through the center of the circle.

Hiss......

The seemingly slow prickly palm pulled the air out of a visible wave of air, making a piercing tearing sound, as if tearing the air apart.

Whether it is the eldest lady's sword qi or Ling Shuiyao's stabbing palm, they all show unparalleled power, and this kind of power that does not rely on weapons, but only relies on the flesh, is even more shocking.

The two faced off head-on, and everyone seemed to see the picture of flesh and blood, and the two peerless beauties seemed to be about to die.

But the faces of the two women were not murderous, nor hateful, but relieved, this contrast strongly stimulated everyone's eyes.

Just when everyone was worried, the hands of the two suddenly stopped, as if time had stopped the car, and their sword qi was not too far away from each other's eyebrows.

"I lost. Ling Shuiyao said suddenly.

Everyone didn't know what they meant, so they stopped halfway, how could they say that they had lost? At this moment, a strand of hair fell from Ling Shuiyao's head and fell to the ground.

The audience suddenly realized that Xiao Manxue was a step above the curve and cut off a strand of Ling Shuiyao's hair. Immediately, they realized one more thing, such a powerful martial art, the two of them could stop at the last moment, how strong is this control?

The two women looked at each other and smiled, and walked out of the ring hand in hand, as close as sisters, not at all like rivals in battle.

The two returned to Lin Tian and smiled slightly: "Did it scare you?" The smile was a little naughty.

Xiao Manxuan replied first: "I was frightened, I thought you were fighting for life and death, you don't know how nervous Lin Tian is." ”

"Are you nervous?" the eldest lady glanced at Lin Tian and asked softly.

Lin Tian laughed and pretended to be relaxed: "Of course I'm nervous, it's a pity to leave a scar on such a beautiful face." ”

"The big pervert is really superficial, and he knows how to look at the face. Ling Shuiyao pursed her lips, very unconvinced.

Lin Tian didn't feel ashamed at all, but said haha: "Who said that I only look at my face, I'm still in shape." ”

Saying that, his eyes were patrolling the graceful figures of the beauties, Lin Tian criterion, since you said that Lao Tzu is a pervert, Lao Tzu will do something perverted, otherwise wouldn't it be a big loss?

The unscrupulous gaze attracted the unanimous white eyes of the beauties, and of course, the side glances of the nearby audience, but they also admired Lin Tian, for such a disaster-level beauty, ordinary men speak inferiorly, but Lin Tian talks and laughs freely, and can also flirt in turn.

Lin Tian was lying in a wheelchair, his expression was a little lazy, he didn't care what others thought, he just said lightly: "There is only one last game left, eldest lady, are you confident?"

The eldest lady was slightly stunned, then looked ahead and was silent. Xiao Manxuan and the girls also reacted, and there was the last and most important game in the competition.

The ancient warriors also recovered from the first two battles, and the discussion gradually became quieter, and finally fell silent.

The final showdown is about to be staged, and who is the first will be revealed soon.

However, is there really a suspense in the first place? An innate realm, an acquired consummation, the obvious fact, maybe, the final battle, just go through the motions. A lot of people think so, including some bigwigs.

"Mr. Ji, I'm afraid there is no suspense in this scene, right?" Situ Yuanzhong said with a faint smile.

Ji Wancheng just smiled politely, without responding positively, Situ Yuanzhong's brows moved, and he turned to Ling Yeshan again: "Ling Pavilion Master, what do you think?"

Ling Zishan looked at the ring and said calmly: "It doesn't matter who wins or loses, making progress in the ring is the biggest gain, and I believe that many people will break through the bottleneck because of this." ”

"Hehe, I hope so. Situ Yuanzhong smiled, and then stopped talking.

There was no draw of lots this time, and the old man announced directly: "In the last game, Ji Zimo will face off against Xiao Manxue." ”

Ji Zimo stood up and instantly became the focus, and everyone looked at him. The eldest lady glanced at Lin Tian and also walked into the ring, the direction of her gaze was not in the audience, nor in Ji Zimo, she just looked at the place of one meter in front of her, as if there was something mysterious.

Ji Zimo is holding the Sky Sword, and the eldest lady is holding the Painted Shadow Sword, at this time, these two swords are no longer a pair, because the sword intent of the Painted Shadow Sword has been fused with the eldest lady.

In more popular terms, the Painted Shadow Sword has recognized the eldest lady as the main one, so even if it is faced with the Sky Sword, it will not have any impact.

"If you lose, the Shadow Sword will be returned to the Ji family. Ji Zimo's face was expressionless, and his tone was condescending.

"It's so shameless, you can say this kind of thing. Ling Shuiyao was very unhappy.

The audience also felt that Ji Zimo was inexplicable, this was a martial arts competition, not gambling, but they also knew that the Ji family was not dead to the painting sword.

Ji Zimo didn't care about the gazes of other ancient warriors at all, and still said firmly: "If I lose, the Sky Sword will be yours." ”

The eldest lady's gaze finally moved, and it fell on him, but she said coldly: "First, the Painted Shadow Sword does not belong to the Ji family, and it has not been returned." ”

This sentence made the faces of the Ji family change, it was very ugly, the Ji family has always regarded itself as orthodox, you said that you don't belong to the Ji family, don't you deny this orthodoxy?

The eldest lady didn't care about the Ji family's gaze at all, and her tone was still cold: "Second, if you want to bet on the sword with me, you think too much, the Shadow Sword is mine, I lose, it loses, I win, it wins, we share weal and woe, it is not anyone's bargaining chip!"

This was said loudly, and some people who were not optimistic about the eldest lady were also impressed.

"Well said!" someone shouted, then clapped.

With just such a sentence, many people have become "fans" of the eldest lady, and in comparison, Ji Zimo is not atmospheric enough.

However, Ji Zimo is a master of the innate realm, and his mind is firm, so he is not affected by them at all.

"In that case, I can only abolish you, an ancient martial artist is abolished, and he is not worthy of having the Shadow Sword!" Ji Zimo's tone was flat, but the words he said were extremely cold.

If you don't give it, don't cooperate, I'll abolish you, the ancient martial artist has lost his martial arts, what qualifications do you have to have a divine weapon, Ji Zimo thinks so.

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