The golden battle platform seemed to have a premonition that the powerful long stick in Zhou Yating's hand was about to fall on its body, trembling slightly, and making an empty sound similar to mourning.

In the face of Zhou Yating, who came up with a thunderbolt shot, Qin Chuan's face did not change, his body was like a light feather being pushed aside by the Huo Huo strong wind brought out by the long stick, and it seemed dangerous and dangerous to staggered with the long stick that was injured at the touch, but in fact, relying on his courage and that precise grasp, he dodged instantly at the moment when the long stick was about to go, and at that time, even if the other party wanted to change his moves, he couldn't change it for a while.

The stick hit the ground first, but there was no terrifying scene like the imaginary flying to the ground and the earth shaking, but a crisp sound of the gold stone touching it, which was pleasant to hear and peaceful.

The first half of the stick body did not follow closely on the surface of the battle platform, only the head of the stick was lonely on the golden plane, and it was alone, not even a trace of the battle platform was damaged.

From a layman's point of view, Zhou Yating's stick is gold and jade, soft and weak, the thunder is heavy and the rain is small, and there is not even a single piece of debris that should have burst out of the battle platform. But the clear-eyed people sighed again and again, and they had already applauded it in their hearts. It seems to be a big disappointment, but it shows Zhou Yating's martial arts skills to an amazing corner, the power of shaking the mountain, sending and receiving at will, this is what many cultivators sigh and can't do, even Qin Chuan, the killer embryo that was warmly cultivated in the battle, has never achieved the point of sending and receiving as much as his heart.

Zhou Yating's hand was enough for him to be called a "little grandmaster" among cultivators below the fourth order.

Although Qin Chuan admired this opponent in his heart, he had no time to be distracted, and after his body was pushed away by the long stick like a light feather, he took advantage of the situation to send the short sword in his hand two inches away from the long stick to the middle section.

Zhou Yating was not surprised that he missed a blow, the opponent's short sword was in hand, and he did not stop it, and generously took the hand in the middle of the long stick behind him, but instead of retreating, he exchanged the attack with retreat. Stepping out, the golden battle platform trembled three times, and Zhou Yating held the stick tail in one hand and swept out towards Qin Chuan.

In the face of Zhou Yating's sweep of thousands of troops, Qin Chuanshang, who was very close, was not there, and he couldn't retreat, so he hurriedly recalled the two swords and fought against each other.

The double sword defense shook suddenly, although the distance was close, but Zhou Yating also exerted at least six points of strength, Qin Chuan suddenly felt that the double sword in his hand was not loosened, but it was retreating again and again, and then he was sent backwards by this strong force.

A sword was inserted into the battle platform at his feet, bringing out a thin and deep groove, and Qin Chuan, who stopped the retreat, only to find a temporary sense of powerlessness in his hand, this Zhou Yating's strength is not smaller than him, and he can no longer fight him!

However, Zhou Yating grinned at him, and did not give up his plan to defeat Qin Chuan with the momentum of plowing the snow in the court, and after the long stick swept through most of his body, he picked it up again, and it was another landslide.

In just two breaths, a few blinks of his eyes, some spectators in the stands have not even swallowed a sip of tea, this Zhou Yating is three moves in a row, one move is stronger than the other, the three moves come out coherently, in one go, almost not giving Qin Chuan half a moment of respite.

It would be false to say that Qin Chuan's heart was not turbulent, but he knew that this battle, whether it was the tempting cold water or the battle book he received that day, he would be able to benefit a lot from fighting a master like Zhou Yating. Forcing his heart to beat rapidly, Qin Chuan tried his best to let himself forget all the noise and debris in the outside world, and immersed himself in this fighting atmosphere wholeheartedly.

In the Death Base, every time he encounters an opponent who is helpless in the basement fight, Qin Chuan strives to let himself enter the state of almost meditation-free thoughts, which is the method he slowly figured out in the battle again and again, and only in this way can he analyze and dissect the opponent carefully and find out the flaws, just like Bai Sha, dissect a dead corpse, and see whether the corpse is good at using the left hand or the right hand in front of the body, and the right foot or the left foot when fighting.

The long stick roared down, and Qin Chuan rolled towards the left side of Zhou Yating under this heavy pressure, and the sword in his right hand was already hidden behind his back.

Zhou Yating was about to forcibly stir the long stick in his hand to pick Qin Chuan away, when he suddenly became alert, his eyes fell, and he caught a glimpse of a sword light that lit up behind the young man who was a step away from him.

It was the hidden knife technique that Qin Chuan learned temporarily when he was fighting with Han Meng.

If you don't move, it's amazing, and under the pressure of Zhou Yating's three moves, Qin Chuan finally seized this opportunity and brazenly slashed out of his sword.

The white sword light of the fish belly lit up, and Zhou Yating knew that the long stick in his hand was too late to stop it, and at this time, he also saw the decisiveness of this Zhou commander. I saw Zhou Yating holding the stick with one hand and breaking away from the long stick, turning his palm into a fist, and with a loud shout, the vitality wrapped around his fist and pointed at the approaching sword light and fell without a trace of hesitation.

There was a burst of astonishment in the stands, shaking the benefits of the sword soldiers with a fist of flesh and bones, this Zhou Yating didn't want this hand, and he couldn't go crazy if he lost his heart!

Then the next moment, there was another noise in the stands, but this time it was a cheer.

Qin Chuan's sword hiding technique couldn't make another inch of progress against this man, and he was forced back, so in desperation, Qin Chuan had to temporarily withdraw a few steps and make another move.

Zhou Yating's flesh fist was just a spicy red bruise, and the cuffs that were tightly tied to his wrists were brought out, but the skin inside was not injured.

Qin Chuan smiled embarrassedly in his heart, this non-mainstream hidden sword technique really couldn't be put on the table, and it could be regarded as a means to deal with those ordinary cultivators, but it was a little useless against more powerful opponents. When he took out his sword just now, Zhou Yating's sharp intuition was to detect his short sword, and even that little trick was useless, and he was directly locked in the trajectory of the short sword. That Zhou Yating seemed to shake the sword soldier with a flesh fist, but in fact, it was a punch smashed on the body of the short sword, the blade of the sword was not touched, and the red mark on the punch was still made by his own force to shock back.

After Zhou Yating blocked a sword with his fist, the long stick that had lost its hand was difficult to restrain again, and the previous huge force could not be retracted in time, and the long stick hit the surface of the battle platform, and the head of the stick bounced high. The battle platform was more miserable, and several cracks in the thick and wide arms of the baby lotus root extended from there to the edge of the battle platform, like a piece of cold ice cracking, until the bottom of the foundation of the battle platform did not see more movement.

Qin Chuan suddenly felt that his teeth hurt a little, this week Yating was afraid that he was possessed by a brute bull, is it a little unreasonable to have the strength under the full blow, even if he soaks in the blood pool of the Reaper Base for a few more years, he will not have this brute strength.

Unbeatable, unbeatable......

Qin Chuan silently warned himself in the bottom of his heart that he didn't want to be hit with a stick, and he was afraid that his bones would be shattered to the end.

On the stands, in the private high-rise stands of the city lord Liu Dashao, there is no crowding like the other high-rise stands, and there are only a few people in a place with a good view and luxurious layout. Liu An crossed Erlang's legs, looking at the fierce battle on the battlefield with great interest, beside him, a row of three or two, seven or eight years old with a good face was serving this "gentleman" intimately, feeding the fresh fruit to peel and peel it and send it to Liu Dashao's mouth, pressing the shoulder, burning the incense, shaking the fan, each doing its own thing. There was no one else here but these maids.

After a while, a city guard general came to the room, walked to Liu An and whispered a few words, and the eldest prince Liu suddenly looked unhappy, "What? My father won't show up tonight?"

Every time this martial arts arena holds a battle of hundred victories, the city lord's mansion will set up a banquet to invite the two people of the battle of hundred victories, and the people of the city guards won, naturally in order to appease the defeated people, at least not let the other party bring the emotions on the battle platform to the stage, the strong wine is down, and the fists and feet on the battle platform are in the cup, if they get along well, they can also send an invitation, try to win over the city guards. If the people of the city guard are defeated, they will give away the prize of victory at the banquet, and if they have a clear background, they will inevitably get an invitation to join the city guard.

What Liu Dagongzi is not happy about is that the banquet of this Baisheng Battle is usually his father, Liu Chaoping, who presided over the staggered planning, this time his father actually plunged into the secret room to retreat, and threw this mess trouble to the "idle" Liu Dagongzi.

No, at this time, Liu An's old peach blossom face seemed to have a few big words written on it, I don't want to!

After a few weak struggles, Liu Dagongzi still waved his hand "boringly", and reluctantly took over the work of hosting the banquet where you come and go, and you have a happy time.

Liu Chaoping has been famous for a long time, and the world has long known that the lord of Bashui City is a respectable cultivator, but he doesn't know how far Liu Chaoping's cultivation has reached that has not been done over the years, but Liu An knows a thing or two, and he already knows it in his heart, this time he is afraid that he will encounter another opportunity of great strength, otherwise he will not say hello in advance, and after hurriedly giving the order, he entered the cultivation secret room that closed the door and could only be opened from the inside.

The matter of cultivation of such a great master as his father, he Liu Gongzi was powerless even if he wanted to help, swallowed the first grapes sent to his mouth by the waitress in one gulp, and turned his eyes to the incandescent battle platform again, since he was destined to be busy at night, it was not good to enjoy the leisurely time of the poor baba now.

When Liu Dagongzi heard the news and complained, there was already a hearty fight on the battle platform, and the eyes of the spectators who had spent a lot of crystal coins to come in widened their eyes, and they were reluctant to blink, for fear of missing any small details and regretting them in the future.

At this time, the golden battle platform was full of ravines and ravines, completely losing its original brilliance, as if it had been reclaimed by an old farmer and had not yet planted something, most of these were Zhou Yating's masterpieces.

In the face of Zhou Yating's strong battle instinct and the invincible brute force, Qin Chuan had no choice but to avoid its edge at all times and protect his own gaps, and the two swords would rub against the long stick from time to time.

Qin Chuan entered the state more and more, his mind was empty, he dodged at will, and gradually became familiar with Zhou Yating's attack rhythm, and it was no longer as difficult as when he faced the three sticks at the beginning.

Although Qin Chuan had the strength to protect himself, he did not have the ability to get past Zhou Yating's attack and break through his defenses.

Although Zhou Yating no longer despised Qin Chuan because of that one-handed sword hiding technique, he mentioned twelve points of energy, but Qin Chuan was like a slippery fish, every time he was about to get his hand, but the next moment he bypassed his attack.

One side is stalking, the other side is not hard-hitting, and the battle has entered an embarrassing war of attrition, fighting for three points of strength, three points of endurance, and four points of mentality.

It's up to whoever can't hold back first, goes crazy first, and reveals a fatal flaw!