Chapter 186: Draw, Long Jiu fights again

Murong Moyu kept his mind tight, trying not to let Liuyun's sword affect his judgment, and at the same time, the true qi in Murong Moyu's meridians surged wildly, and a dazzling white with a diameter of about two inches gradually appeared in his hand.

Liuyun's sword slashed towards Murong Moyu, the sword was in his hand, and the sword qi was more than a step longer than the sword body. The sword shadows formed in the air were connected in a string, and at first glance it was like a giant fan.

That's when the speed reaches a certain point, beyond the range of the person's nervous response, which causes the previous image reflected in the person's hand and brain to be reflected in the human hand and brain before the next image is generated. Therefore, the sword shadow of Liuyun looked in the shape of a fan in the air.

The silver ball in Murong Moyu's hand erupted with a dazzling white light, and this intense white light made people can't help but close their eyes, and Liuyun's sword seemed to have been affected, and he paused slightly.

But it's a very short time, maybe just a hundredth of a second, or just a thousandth of a second. It only took such a short time for Fang Fang to react in the sudden bright light, and the terrifyingness of the person who held this sword could be seen.

Feeling the situation in the ring, Long Jiu's two eyebrows wrinkled directly, because he imagined that it was him who was standing in that position, and he could react so quickly in such a short time. After an objective assessment of himself, he came up with an answer, that is—no way!

Feng Buke's uncool wife star Nao Fan Mi Leng Liuyun's sword slashed towards Murong Moyu, the sword was in his hand, and the sword qi was more than a step longer than the sword body. The sword shadows formed in the air were connected in a string, and at first glance it was like a giant fan.

Under the impact of the white light, the huge black fan-shaped sword shadow was scattered, and Liuyun's sword was also nowhere to be seen. In the eyes of many people, this confrontation is like this, but Long Jiu feels a little different.

At this time, Murong Moyu felt a great crisis, and the aura of death once again condensed in the sky above him, which was not much different from the last time.

"Catch it, you must catch it!" Murong Moyu shouted in his heart, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he couldn't catch this move.

Feng Qiu Ke Bu Fang Mi Yu Cha the most hateful ghost Keyou Murong Moyu's voice became even more hoarse, and said coldly: "This is the sword technique?

"Rock pile!" The hand moved quickly, and with the induction at the moment of life and death, the faint phantom of the stone pillar seemed to fall from the sky, blocking the back of Murong Moyu's heart. At the same time, a black dot appeared from the white light, gradually enlarged, and in less than a tenth of a second, a black sword broke through the blockade of the white light and stabbed on the stone pillar that had just formed.

Abnormal, too abnormal!The swordsman Liuyun stood in front of Murong Moyu, but his sword stabbed from behind Murong Moyu. Before they knew it, they were found in a large cold sweat on their backs.

It is worth mentioning that Liu Mi and Zhao Yao have failed to challenge him, although he has the possibility of re-entering, no one behind him can shake his position.

Taking advantage of the huge power on the Liuyun Sword, Murong Moyu took a few steps forward, and then took two steps as if he was on one side, quickly standing firm. At this time, Liuyun also put away his sword.

Murong Moyu's voice became even more hoarse, and he said coldly: "This is the sword technique, I Murong Moyu lost convincingly, this time, you won!"

After a moment of silence, Liuyun said: "You are wrong, first, this is not a swordsmanship, this is just a little bit of swordsmanship." Second, you didn't lose, you caught the Wankong Slash, and you should be able to catch the following move, so let's count it as a tie!"

"The swordsman is responsible for everything he says, and the swordsman will not have sympathy and pity and disdain to possess these things. Liuyun said.

Gangdi Qiu is not a ghost, and the sword of Liuyun slashed towards Murong Moyu, the sword was in his hand, and the sword qi was more than a step longer than the sword body. The sword shadows formed in the air were connected in a string, and at first glance it was like a giant fan.

"This game can only be regarded as a draw, I Liuyun didn't win, and Murong Moyu didn't lose either. I, Liuyun, take pride in being a swordsman, so I can't do anything to disgrace the word 'swordsman', the title. ”

The elder looked at Murong Moyu, then at the swordsman Liuyun, and finally with several elders and the deputy pavilion masters of Lingyun Pavilion and Yanyu Pavilion, the result of the last few people was that Liuyun and Murong Moyu were judged to be tied, Murong Moyu and Liuyun were tied for the first place, and the ranking of all the people behind Murong Moyu was immediately improved by one, and the previous ones remained unchanged.

Long Jiu looked coldly at you fighting in the ring, indifferent, he didn't plan to make another move, to compete with Murong Moyu and Liuyun for the first place. The reward for first place is insignificant to him, and the first place has a lot more than the second place.

Martial arts, he is not lacking, he also has a lot of martial arts, he is a little resistant to pills, he does not believe that a real martial artist can be piled up with pills.

"Breaking your swordsmanship, I used two martial arts skills before and after, so I lost!" Murong Moyu said approvingly.

Everything follows the path of balance, there are gains and losses, and there are rewards for paying. If the giving is negative, the return is positive, the loss is negative, and the gain is negative, then all the sum is zero.

Slowly advancing, Leng Dao did not take the initiative to challenge the top ranking, and this high-minded disciple of the top family of the Bibo Kingdom looked very passive in this big competition.

The warriors in front of him, the swordsman Liuyun, Murong Moyu, Su Kui, Mo Miaomiao, Long Jiu, and Niu Li, who came from behind and fought to a tie with Mo Miaomiao, all of them were stronger than him. And Long Jiu and the three of them couldn't afford to challenge him.

It is worth mentioning that Liu Mi and Zhao Yao failed to challenge him one after another, although he and the possibility of re-advancement, no one behind him can shake his position.

During this period, Mo Miaomiao and Su Kui had a battle, and after a fierce battle, Su Kui and his slight advantage won the battle and overwhelmed Mo Miaomiao. Then Niu Li challenged Mo Miaomiao with the strong combat power he showed when he fought with Su Kui before, and finally lost both of them and was sentenced to a draw, tied for fourth place with Mo Miaomiao.

After becoming the fourth, not only for any reason, Niu Li actually challenged Long Jiu. This time, Long Jiu didn't make any extra moves, and before he could swing his Flowing Gold Hammer, the tip of the Dragon Yin Sword cut through the skin on his throat.

The result slowly appeared, just when Long Jiu thought that the big competition was going to end like this, Murong Moyu actually challenged him, the first place challenged the second place?

Feeling the situation in the ring, Long Jiu's two eyebrows wrinkled directly, because he imagined that it was him who was standing in that position, and he could react so quickly in such a short time. After an objective assessment of himself, he came up with an answer, that is—no way!

"Murong, you are already tied for first place with Liuyun, you challenge second with the first, it will not be good for you whether you win or lose. Long Jiu politely refused.