"No, you should pray that you'll get away with a few more shots.

Taking advantage of his slight distraction at this time, Zhao Rulong drew his gun and swept again, but this time there were a few more inches of sharpness on the blade, and the gun speed was several times faster.

But the situation remained the same, and the blade of the gun was once again empty.

After three times in a row, Zhao Rulong couldn't help but be annoyed, and the moves under his hands were a little scattered. This one-sided situation made his mentality begin to explode.

"Why, I couldn't stand it so soon. ”

Harmless quietly appeared in the corner, hiding his pale face well by the backlight, and said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, then this duel is over." ”

With that, he took out a gray short sword from his arms, stared at the major artery in Zhao Rulong's neck, and disappeared in the next moment.

At the same moment, Zhao Rulong couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and subconsciously waved his gun and picked it back.

"Ding"

The short sword barely stretched out half an inch before it stabbed firmly into the blade. The former is only about one foot long, but the latter is more than eight feet, and it is picked up with great effort.

Not surprisingly, the short sword was shaken open, and the uninjured shook out of the hidden state.

This hit the real place, Zhao Rulong's irritable mood slowly calmed down, turned around and stepped forward slowly, and said coldly: "Hmph, don't think that you can be invincible by virtue of your special physique." ”

"Don't forget, you're just a silver lance wax head. ”

"Ridiculous, you should worry a little more about yourself. ”

The sound of innocence sounded in his ears, but the figure in front of him did not move.

At this time, Zhao Rulong realized that the situation was not good, but he didn't dare to act rashly, just glanced around vigilantly, and the strength in his hands was vaguely accumulated.

The soles of his feet moved a few times, and he bowed down to make an absolute defensive gesture, and then he shouted: "You should know how pale and powerless assassination is for a gun cultivator. ”

However, there was only his drinking and questioning on the field, and the useless skin under his feet.

One breath, two breaths...... It is estimated that it has passed half of the incense.

Zhao Rulong's nerves have been in a tense state, but there has been no movement for a long time, and the muscles in his right shoulder have unconsciously relaxed a little.

As soon as his muscles relaxed a little, his shoulders fell sharply, and there was a tingling sensation in his neck, and at the same time, the back of his heart was also pressed against something.

“.. Hum..."

Zhao Rulong couldn't help but be confused in his mind, obviously he had become a meat on the board.

"Senior Brother Zhao, do you bow your head and beg for mercy, or would you rather die than give in. "Hold a short sword in each hand, and press it against his lifeline.

At this time, the defeat was decided, and Zhao Rulong was also calm, slowly straightened his waist, and sneered: "Let me beg for mercy, it's ridiculous." ”

"In that case, then you will die. ”

He was about to strike ruthlessly without injury, and at this time, two bolts of energy hit his wrist in the air, knocking the short sword in his hand aside.

"Boy, don't make any more inches if you win, or it will embarrass you. One of the deacons gave a cold admonition, stepped forward and picked up the dagger and handed it over.

Unhurt didn't reach for it, just glanced at it, and then walked down with his back hand.

As a result, although Zhao Rulong was unwilling in his heart, he could only hold it in his heart and leave a bitter sigh.

In terms of strength, he is far stronger than no injury, but the opponent's physique is too special, and his ability is to restrain himself to the death.

One draw, one win and one defeat, this flat record made the two bigwigs on the high platform fall silent, and at the same time look at the rest of the other party.

There are only two people left in Yanwu, one is a gray-haired young man, and his expression is slightly arrogant, but his personality is much calmer than that of a war maniac. The other was the child, with a fire streak on his forehead, who looked like he was more than eight years old.

The expressions on the faces of the two also changed from disdain at first, to solemnity, and then to gloom now.

In terms of Qingwu, the sixty disciples who qualified for the preliminary round were all sitting quietly on the side, and their faces showed a look of eagerness.

Suddenly, after thinking for a while, Chongyangzi raised his voice and shouted: "Zhou Zi'an, where is it." ”

“.. Zheng..."

A piercing sword roar sounded in mid-air, and the gray-haired young man stepped forward in response, clasped his fist and saluted, and jumped onto the stage without saying a word.

"Sword cultivation boy, it's kind of interesting. ”

When the sword sound sounded, Gu Qinghan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he lowered his voice and said to himself: "The sword sound is clear and acceptable, and I don't know how your swordsmanship is." ”

Qiu Sanpi nudged him and said, "You just know if you go up and give it a try, why bother thinking here." ”

After hearing this, Luo Chen was also moved, but he said the opposite, saying: "Heipi, don't make a fool of yourself, if this kind of thing fails, it won't be a shame." ”

"There is no bad word to deal with him. Gu Qinghan's expression was upright, as if he was forever invincible in swordsmanship.

"If I say nothing, if I go up and beat him. ”

"Brother Chen is right, there is no basis for what he says, come up with some real skills. ”

Under the agitation of the two of them, Gu Qinghan blushed, took a half step forward, and replied: "Although I am not talented in swordsmanship, it is easy to deal with him. ”

"Keep your eyes wide open, and give me a good look. ”

But when he was about to raise his feet, Wan Jueyin drew his sword and shouted, "If anyone wants to compete in swordsmanship here, I can fight again." ”

Of course, after hearing this, the strongest reaction was Chongyangzi.

Chongyangzi immediately stood up with a dark face, paced to the side of the high platform, and asked, "When did you start, Qing Wurong has been on stage many times. ”

"Haha, heavy old ghost, why bother to be angry. Han Shaofei stood up and said with a haha: "The junior has such a heart, it's all a joke." ”

"Yin'er, don't sit down yet. ”

Wan Jueyin was also stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was impulsive, so he took advantage of this to step down, smiled at the two of them, and turned around and sat back in place.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Sanpi secretly laughed a few times, urged two more sentences, and said: "Look, a female streamer dares to stand up twice with good swordsmanship..."

"Blackskin, that's what's wrong with you. ”

Luo Chen also retorted at the appropriate time, and said: "Senior Sister Juan's swordsmanship is not bad, although it is not as good as the first sword cultivation, but it can also be regarded as a sword learning genius. ”

The other words were okay, after the first sword cultivation four words were spoken, Gu Qinghan subconsciously clenched his fists.

Seeing that there was a play, the two stepped forward again, and said while the iron was hot: "Forget it, if you accidentally lose, you will lose the face of Ding Yuan." ”

"That's right, I'm also talking nonsense, don't care too much...."

When it came to this, Gu Qinghan also understood the careful thinking of the two, but he didn't break it, followed the two of them, got up and walked into the ring.

Luo Chen and the two turned their backs and secretly slapped their hands, and at the same time made a cheap expression.

Seeing Wan Jueyin stand up to fight, the gray-haired young man frowned at first, turned his head and glanced at Chongyangzi, and shook his head slightly, and the two instantly understood each other's intentions.

Then, Gu Qinghan walked out slowly, and the gray-haired young man squinted and looked at it, and then nodded slightly.

"Yan Wu, Zhou Zi'an. ”

The gray-haired boy pulled out the sword on his back with his backhand, held the sword salute, and said his full name, although he was arrogant, he never underestimated any opponent in every battle.

"Gu Qinghan"

Gu Qinghan also replied with the ancient sword salute, also looked him up and down, and said: "The sword does not leave the body, raise the sword with people, your sword is good." ”

"Oh, another sword cultivator. Zhou Zi'an stared at his gesture and said coldly: "You have a few pounds to comment on me." ”

Gu Qinghan quietly took out the wooden sword, replied, and said, "A few pounds, you will know if you try it." ”

"Arrogance"

Zhou Zi'an couldn't help but say more, waved his hand and slashed out a sword qi, slashing towards Gu Qinghan's face.

"The sword is good, but the person is too bad. Gu Qinghan casually raised his sword, and it was extremely easy to defuse his attack, and then stabbed his right shoulder with his hand.

Seeing that the blow missed, Zhou Zi'an didn't entangle, bent to the side, and sneered: "There are two hits, but can you easily deal with this trick." ”

Immediately after, he held the sword in both hands, recited a few words with an unusually serious expression, and slashed towards the sky with the sword.

"The Sword Rises in the Sky"

"Sword Draw – Slash"

Gu Qinghan also made a move, and the wooden sword was returned to the sheath, which was the same as the previous move, charging and slashing towards a certain point in the void.

After that, a gray sword shadow slowly appeared above his head, and he slashed down in response to Zhou Zi'an's sword momentum, and the wooden sword passed, and a black crack appeared in the void.

"Poof"

In the next moment, a strong suction force came from the crack, and it was only after the gray sword shadow was completely engulfed that it could be calmed down.

On the other side, Wan Jueyin whispered to himself: "One of the two madness of Yanwu, Zhou Zi'an, the sword maniac, and Sun Buping, the war maniac, are quite complete. ”

"This kid holds the Five Tribulations Lightning Strike Wood, and uses the secret method to cut out a trace of spatial rift, which is not bad. ”

It is important to know that the spatial structure is not only extremely stable, but also the slightest carelessness can lead to spatial turbulence. If an ordinary monk wants to break through the Void, he or she must not be able to reach the end of his Soul Solidification Stage.

And with the secret method, and with the wooden sword in his hand, he was able to cut out a spatial rift, which was not easy for Gu Qinghan.

"What, that's the Five Tribulations Thunderwood. ”

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Wan Qingqing beside him exclaimed, and his eyes showed some disbelief.

In this regard, Wan Jueyin just smiled indifferently and responded: "Every monk has his own luck, so there is no need to care too much about other people's chances. ”

Wan Qingqing heard the meaning of her words, and said in a muffled voice: "Qingqing remembers." ”

At the same moment, Zhou Zi'an made another move, his right hand swiped lightly on the center of his eyebrows, and quickly slid across the spine of the sword, and the cold light on the blade suddenly leaked, and he trembled faintly a few times.

"Edgeworthiness"

Then, he let out a loud shout, and a spiritual power shot out from the palm of his left hand, and pointed at Gu Qinghan in the air.

The sword in his hand came out of his hand, but what was surprising was that the long sword paused in mid-air, and then drew a strange curve and stabbed towards Gu Qinghan.

Gu Qinghan was also surprised at first, but after taking a closer look, he quickly showed disdain, shook his head and muttered: "What kind of sword art is just a name." ”