"Whoa......

His body moved, as if he was taking a strange trick, each step was a phantom, and as soon as the three phantoms passed, his whole person actually crossed the long ground of the ring and arrived in front of Feng Zhijuan, a disciple of the Holy Qin Peak.

The long knife in his hand was raised diagonally, as if it was cut out of the air, but that sharp aura, even if it was still far away, had still blown the eyebrows of Feng Zhijuan and broke in unison.

"Ah~"

Feng Zhijuan obviously didn't expect this change, and her face suddenly became frightened: "What kind of footwork is this?"

The unheard, the unseen.

But it was clear that this was a height that she had never dared to imagine before.

She raised the body of the piano in a panic, about to block the knife.

However, at this moment, the blade of the knife smoked like flowing water, and then, a new emerald finch feather long knife appeared behind her.

"Poof!"

The protective qi shield was shattered like glass, scattered into a little white smoke and vanished, and a long emerald green knife was across her neck, as if as long as she moved slightly, it would immediately cut her throat, and the fragrance disappeared.

"You ......"

She was shocked and couldn't believe it, but the cold touch on her neck told her that this qiē was true.

"How is that possible?"

She opened her eyes wide, no matter what, she couldn't believe it, it was obviously the gap between the early stage of the mixed yuan and the late stage of the mixed yuan, why did she lose so unjustly, as if she had just entered the early stage of the mixed yuan, and the other party had entered the late stage of the mixed yuan for a long time.

"Baihua Peak, Lin Yuan Sisheng!"

In the ring, without waiting for her questioning, the referee was no longer willing to waste time and spoke directly.

"Wow!"

Not only her, but the entire ring, at this moment, there was a shock, the sound of gasping cold air sounded, and only a few people, from beginning to end, kept their eyes on him, and their eyes became solemn when they saw the strange scene of his smoking knife technique.

And among these people, Li Han, Tang Baishou, and Chen Fatzi are one of them.

......

Lin Yuansi put away the long knife and saluted respectfully to the silver-clothed girl Feng Zhijuan, not arrogant or dry, still lowering his eyebrows, as before.

However, no one dared to underestimate him anymore, the magical phantom-like footwork, the knife technique that could make the long knife suddenly blur, and then appear behind the other party, made them feel surprised and shocked.

No one can ignore this little Hundred Flowers Peak disciple anymore.

Feng Zhijuan put away the silver qin in despair and walked out of the ring, but at this time, no one paid attention to her.

The subsequent game continued to start round after round, and it is worth mentioning that in the twelfth game, there was an unexpected battle.

The disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak, a thousand swords should respond to the snow, and the disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak, Purple Cold Light Sword Zhou Zijuan.

Both of them are disciples of the same peak, and they are all new disciples who have entered the sect this time, and they are both amazingly talented, and the battle between the two has attracted the attention of a large number of people.

Standing on top of the ring, Ying Xueqing's expression was as usual, standing quietly, but Zhou Zijuan, the purple-clothed girl opposite, was a little nervous.

"Senior Sister Xueqing, Zijuan knows that she is not your opponent, she should have given up directly, so as not to waste Senior Sister Xueqing's time, but this game is too important, although I know that I will lose, but I still want to fight as hard as I can, and I have no regrets. ”

"Well done, come on!"

Ying Xueqing's surface remained unchanged, but a touch of appreciation flashed in the depths of her eyes, if Zhou Zijuan really gave up automatically because of her, she would look down on the other party.

"Okay, please advise Senior Sister!"

Zhou Zijuan respectfully saluted Ying Xueqing, and then pulled out the sword from the sheath, and a thin purple light suddenly flew out like a rainbow, flashing above the ring.

She knew that if she waited for the other party to strike first, she would not have a chance to use the sword at all, so she didn't say much, and just started directly, it was the purple light sword technique.

"Zifeng Thirteen Flying!"

Purple light flew out like a rainbow of stars, connecting in a string in mid-air, dreamy, beautiful, sharp, but hiding deadly energy.

Like a galaxy, the purple light flew in front of Ying Xueqing, and it circled around a turn, like a ring, and the rotation of each circle was a sword trick.

However, in the face of such a pervasive and continuous killing move, Ying Xueqing's expression remained unchanged, smiled slightly, stretched out his fingers, and suddenly slashed in front of him in mid-air.

"Poof!"

It seemed that the thunder exploded, and in the void, there was a soft roar, as if something had been hit, and immediately, a purple long sword bounced out, and with a sad roar, it flew back into Zhou Zijuan's hand.

"Too Void Sword Technique?"

At this moment, everyone in the ring finally recognized it, obviously in order to respect Zhou Zijuan, although Ying Xueqing still did not draw her sword, she used the top stunt that made her famous and famous, Taixuyi Sword Technique.

The entire Heavenly Sword Peak, one of the four secret sword techniques, and it is ranked first, ranking among the semi-earthly products.

Ying Xueqing, as a disciple of the Inner Sect, originally did not have this qualification, but her talent allowed her to make an exception and be taught by the Heavenly Sword Peak Lord.

"Senior sister is good at swordsmanship!"

was seen through the reality and flicked the sword, but Zhou Zijuan did not see the slightest frustration, as if he had expected it, "If you hide it like this again, it will make the senior sister look down on it, then the last three moves will judge the winner." ”

"The song of a warbler!"

The purple sword was raised, and the purple light took shape, forming the shape of a purple warbler, which was alive and flew towards the opposite Ying Xueqing.

The wings are spread out, and the wings are like sharp arrows, sharp and pressing.

"Good. ”

A hint of appreciation appeared at the corner of Ying Xueqing's mouth, and as soon as he raised his left hand, he wiped out a sword in Pingping, replacing the sword with his palm, and a slight white mark passed through the void.

"Bang. ”

The flying warbler and the white mark collided in mid-air, and then dissipated at the same time, Ying Xueqing's face remained unchanged, but her hair fluctuated slightly.

It was Zhou Zijuan, whose face was slightly pale, and he took three steps back, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

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