readx;?“ Master Renxin, hello, my name is Xiao Yong, the sword is not long-eyed, if you offend, please forgive me. "Xiao Yong took out a seven-foot knife from his back, the knife was wide and thick, and he was afraid that it weighed two or three hundred pounds.www.biquge.info

"You give it your all, don't worry about me. The benevolent old man smiled and said secretly: "It's just a façade, I've seen a lot of clumsy guys like you." ”

"Then offend. Xiao Yong didn't say much, and began to wave the giant knife, as soon as he swung it, not only the benevolent old man, but even everyone was surprised, and everyone couldn't believe that this person could actually wave this giant knife endlessly. Shen Yingtong was shocked, and immediately poured out the name of a race: "He is a barbarian of the barbarian country?"

Yes, this person is the Sa Barbarian of the Barbarian Race located in the south of the Longyan Continent, and according to legend, the Sa Barbarian is naturally burly, has a body of divine power, and has adopted a completely opposite cultivation method to the Central Plains cultivators. The cultivators of the Central Plains generally pay attention to the cultivation of internal strength, while the Saman people focus on physical fitness. They employ all kinds of harsh methods to force a qualitative change in their physique. Some of them are like steel, and those who have cultivated to a high level will even cultivate hard armor, not only are they invulnerable, but even the powerful sword qi can't help them.

Shen Yingtong didn't expect that the two people who came up in the first round would be such masters, but what kind of realm the Saman in front of him had cultivated was very exciting.

"This old man, I'm afraid that there will be some hardships. Shen Yingtong saw the indifferent appearance of the benevolent old man, and a sneer immediately hung on the corner of his mouth.

The benevolent old man secretly thought that he didn't need to use all his strength to deal with this kind of reckless man, but for the sake of insurance, it was more reliable to use the wave condensation technique. Xiao Yong didn't make any fancy moves, just brandished a big knife and slashed over. Seeing that this sword technique was majestic, with a strong wind in his mouth, the benevolent old man did not dare to be careless, and used the third order of the Condensation Wave Technique, Fury, and Trace, thinking that it should be more than enough to resist this split of the strong man.

The benevolent old man raised his sword, and a pool of sword qi rushed on his sword. How do you know that as soon as this person's thousand pounds fell, the benevolent old man only felt that his arms were like a thousand catties, his eyes were dark, and his body sank downward. He secretly said that it was not good, and when it was changing rapidly, he gritted his teeth and insisted on raising the third order of the wave condensation technique to the fifth order of the hanging waterfall, which was able to resist the strong man's split. Even more so, it still makes him unhappy.

Xiao Yong saw that this split could not be won by the benevolent old man, and immediately replaced it with a horizontal slash. The benevolent old man no longer dared to take it lightly, and finally relieved himself, did not dare to contact him head-on, and with the flexibility of his body, he dodged Xiao Yong's slash. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yong changed several slashes one after another, each of which was earth-shattering, as long as the benevolent old man didn't dodge in time, his body was afraid that he would be divided in half.

"I didn't expect this person to be so good. Everyone thought that this strong man was just a big man, but he didn't expect that his strength was great, which was beyond people's imagination, and he was very flexible, slashing and slashing in one go, without stagnation, and very smooth.

"If this person can be used on the battlefield, he must be a fierce general. "When Long Zhanqiong, the general of the Ping Demon, saw that this person was so brave, he suddenly cherished his talents.

"If it goes on like this, it's going to have to be a joke. The benevolent old man finally stabilized his body through a few dodges, mastered the rhythm, and no longer felt hasty. He regretted his underestimation of the enemy, and almost lost his life. I wanted to save some vitality to deal with the next game, but it seems that I can't even beat the opponent in front of me if I don't use all my strength.

"In that case, then don't blame me for being rude. The benevolent old man jumped up suddenly, pointed his sword at the sky, and above the tip of the sword, a little sword circle began to ripple.

"Could it be Qingbo?" Wang Zhuyuan said.

"Qingbo's move may not be able to defeat this strong man, and the Nine Heavens Hanging Dragon Waterfall has a fight. Shen Yingtong guessed.

Sure enough, countless wave-quality streamers began to converge at the tip of the benevolent old man's sword, at first like a stream, then like a tide, and the momentum was rushing, like a dragon hanging in the nine heavens.

"I think at the beginning, I almost lost this trick of the benevolent old ghost, if it weren't for the mountains and rivers fan to resist, I would have been killed, and I don't know if this man can withstand this trick. Shen Yingtong remembered the battle with the benevolent old man that day, and his chest still felt a blockage.

"Nine Heavens - Hanging Dragon Waterfall!" the benevolent old man roared, his arms spread wide, like a goshawk, his hands clenched the sword, and slashed downward. The surging streamer poured down like a tide of rage in a day, bombarding the head of the strong man.

Xiao Yong saw this incomparably powerful streamer smashing like a hammer, and immediately made a move that surprised everyone. I saw him bent down, his hands on the ground, and his body bent into the shape of an arched bridge.

"This kid, shouldn't he use his body to resist this Nine Heavens Hanging Dragon Waterfall, right?" Shen Yingtong's heart trembled suddenly, you must know that the power of his original mountain and river fan saved his life. He actually wants to fight in the flesh, isn't this looking for death?

Ten thousand streamers finally bombarded Xiao Yong's back like a heavy hammer, smashing out ten thousand rays of light and splashing them down the stage, injuring people to varying degrees. It is conceivable that Xiao Yong directly carried it with his body, how strong this ability to carry and hit is, it is simply beyond the limits of human beings. Even those cultivators who have broken through the Condensing Wave Rank don't dare to give it a try easily.

People saw that Xiao Yong's body was gradually smashed flat from the original high arch, and finally his entire body shrunk into a ball, and the originally pure white streamer was actually dyed blood-red when it was splashed.

When the streamer gradually dissipated, the benevolent old man looked at Xiao Yong, who was prostrate on the ground, and let out a long breath: "Stupid guy, do you really think that you are a man who is beaten by iron? Even if you are beaten by iron, this Nine Heavens Hanging Dragon Waterfall will not smash you flat?"

He gently floated from the sky, stood in front of Xiao Yong, looked at the "corpse" that did not move, and waited for Shen Yingtong to announce the results of the competition.

"Is this 'dead'?" Shen Yingtong walked up to Xiao Yong and kicked Xiao Yong's body with his hand, without any reaction. The General of the Ping Demon felt very sorry for Xiao Yong's death, and slapped his thigh violently: "It's a pity that a fierce general!"

"Hey, can you still get up? You're so stupid, if you can't bear it, you won't lose your life, right?" Looking at Xiao Yong, who was already blurred with flesh and blood, Shen Yingtong couldn't help but scold.

"Alright, let's announce the results of the game. The benevolent old man didn't want to listen to Shen Yingtong's nonsense, and wanted to end this competition quickly.

"Do you really want to win?" Shen Yingtong was deliberately embarrassed by the benevolent old man, and he was not in a hurry to announce it.

"The results are already obvious, unless you can get him to his feet. The benevolent old man glared at him.

"Okay, then I'll get him on his feet. Shen Yingtong frowned, looked at Xiao Yong, and suddenly noticed that his fingers seemed to move.

"Huh, it doesn't seem to be dead yet?" Shen Yingtong squatted down and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, first the fingers, and then Xiao Yong's arm also began to rise.

The benevolent old man never expected this person's life to be so hard, and secretly thought why not take advantage of this to end this person, so as not to have many dreams at night. So he took advantage of Shen Yingtong's inattention and slashed the past with a sword, wanting to cause Xiao Yong to die.

Just when the old man's sword was about an inch away from Xiao Yong's neck, suddenly an object shot over, smashing the blade of the old man's sword, and the tip of the sword hit the ground directly, which frightened Shen Yingtong, he got up hurriedly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing, your hand is a little soft, the sword is a little hard to hold, and you accidentally fell to the ground, what are you nervous about?" The benevolent old man coaxed Shen Yingtong over for a reason, and when he looked at the flying thing, it was actually a Buddha bead, he looked at the old man Puyu, and saw that he smiled slightly, and there was a lot of meaning in his eyes, and he didn't dare to do anything nonsense.

"I said, if he doesn't get up for a day, he can't let me wait for him for a day, right?" said the benevolent old man with some impatience.

"Then I'll make dozens of sounds, if he can't get up, you will win this competition. Although Shen Yingtong admired Xiao Yong's ability to carry and fight, he couldn't delay the business. So he counted in a loud voice: "One, two, ......."

Just as he counted to eight, he saw Xiao Yong with his hands on the ground, and he clearly wanted to stand up.

"Let's keep my life first. Shen Yingtong stretched out a kick and pressed it on Xiao Yong's leg, so that even if he had the strength to get up, he deliberately blocked it. Xiao Yong struggled a few times, and finally gave up getting up.

"Ten! Since this strong man didn't get up, the winner of this competition is a benevolent old man!" Shen Yingtong announced the results of this round of competition loudly, but everyone did not react. Instead, he was more concerned about whether the strong man was still alive.

Shen Yingtong bent down to help the strong man up, because he had endured the powerful attack of the Nine Heavens Hanging Dragon Waterfall, the strong man was already covered in blood. With Shen Yingtong's support, he actually stood up, grinning at the corner of his mouth, with an indescribable honesty.

"Damn, this guy, his vitality is really tenacious, good!" Qin Feng took the lead in applauding, and then everyone burst into warm applause for the tenacious struggle of the strong man, as if the winner of this competition was not a benevolent old man, but this strong man.

"Okay, let's take care of your injuries, follow the General Pingmo in the future, make more achievements, and there will be a future." Shen Yingtong instructed a few subordinates to help the strong man off the field. Although the benevolent old man was a little depressed, he also felt a little relaxed, and just as he was about to step off the stage, Shen Yingtong suddenly stopped him and asked, "Why are you going?

"What's the matter? Is it still me in the second game?"

"Of course, if you win, you have to continue?"

"Your grandmother, are you trying to play me to death? Wheel war, it's not fair!" the benevolent old man finally couldn't hold back and shouted.

"Don't tell me anything unfair or unfair, it's signed with your name on it. I'm the referee, you have to listen to me!" Shen Yingtong took out the autograph book and pointed to the name of the benevolent old man.

"You are—" The benevolent old man's face turned pale.

"It's not you who plays, it's the goal that plays to death. Shen Yingtong said coldly.

"I'll you!" When did the benevolent old man receive such a bird qi, the anger in his heart rushed upward, his blood pressure soared, and he slashed towards Shen Yingtong with a swing of his sword.