When the disciple in charge of drawing lots put his hand into the special box, Ma Yilong smiled bitterly. In his opinion, he should still draw that lucky lottery that makes people envy and jealous without accident.

This time, however, things were changing.

Just when the foundation building stage disciple took out the sign and was about to open it before he could open it, the participating disciple of the Divine Sword Gate shouted and stopped him!

"Senior, open slowly!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned, and they all turned their eyes to him. This disciple, named Tong Qiu, is an outer disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. His martial arts skills are indeed superior, and in the previous rounds of competition, he easily defeated his opponent.

Hearing his shout, the foundation building stage disciple frowned and said in surprise, "Do you have anything to say?"

Tong Qiu strode out, came to the front and bowed, pointed at Ma Yilong, who was sitting in the distance, with his hand, and said: "Seniors, fellow Daoists! In my opinion, this sign does not need to be opened, if this Ma Daoyou does not object, I want to compete with him!"

Ma Yilong sat in his seat, frowned, and did not speak.

The foundation building stage disciple glanced at Ma Yilong, turned his head to Tong Qiu and said, "Your request originally did not meet the rules of the competition! However, there is no provision in the competition that cannot be resolved through negotiation, if both of you agree and the people present do not object, this matter is naturally okay!"

Tong Qiu turned his head, looked at Ma Yilong, and arched his hand: "In my opinion, Ma Daoyou will not object! Participating in the competition is just for the purpose of learning and improving, and he has been fighting against people who have a huge difference in his strength, so it's not interesting!"

When Ma Yilong heard this, he stood up with a smile, turned his head to face everyone, and said: "I don't care, I just don't know if the people present will oppose this kind of competition that violates the rules! If everyone doesn't object, I naturally won't refuse to learn a few tricks from Tong Daoyou!"

Tong Qiu smiled: "Daoist friends are too worried! Everyone is here to see the excitement, and no one will refuse to watch a wonderful competition!"

His words were indeed very correct, as the so-called people who watch the excitement are not afraid of big things, and the big guys are eager to do this! After hearing the words of the two, everyone present clapped their hands together and shouted loudly!

"Promise him, promise him!"

Ma Yilong smiled and nodded, although things were a little unexpected, he also wished for it in his heart. Although Ma Yilong didn't know if this Tong Qiu was bought by Wang He, Tong Qiu's martial arts skills did make Ma Yilong appreciate it very much.

The most important thing is that if Ma Yilong can defeat Tong Qiu, it will be equivalent to letting He Ying win the first place in advance. Before leaving, he can do his part for his friends, just for this point, Ma Yilong will not refuse. The reason why he didn't agree immediately was just a deliberate delay in implementing the matter.

"In that case, I think it's okay, Senior Sister He of this sect will directly advance to the next round, I will compete with Tong Daoyou, and our winner will advance to the next round and compete for the first place with Senior Sister He!" Ma Yilong looked at Tong Qiu and asked.

"Of course!" replied Tong Qiu cheerfully.

Ma Yilong nodded with a smile and walked to the bottom of the competition stage. Out of prudence, Ma Yilong did not go directly on stage, but stood under the stage and waited for Tong Qiu. Tong Qiu came to the stage, stood still, and didn't rush up!

"Tong Daoyou, please first!"

"Ma Daoyou, please first!"

"It's better to ask Tong Daoyou first!"

Seeing that Ma Yilong insisted on refusing to go on stage first, Tong Qiu smiled slightly, slapped the storage bag with one hand, and a large package flew into his palm. Tong Qiu held the package in his hand, walked up to the competition platform with a smile, put the package on the side of the stage, and stood up waiting for Ma Yilong to take the stage!

As soon as Tong Qiu's package was taken out, Ma Yilong saw it clearly, and inside was a full set of fine armor. Ma Yilong smiled bitterly, fortunately he was not in a hurry to take the stage first, on this competition platform, if the opponent had such an armor, he would also become very passive.

Ma Yilong's divine thought moved, and the three-element transformation divine sword in his arm, along with the ten carefully crafted small swords, flew into his palm together. Ma Yilong is good at disguising, and his movements are also very hidden, and almost no one notices that the Excalibur is flying out of his arm.

With the divine sword, Ma Yilong's heart is completely down-to-earth. It is true that you can't use mana on the tournament platform, but even if this divine sword is used as a weapon, it can also cut gold and jade, sharpen iron like clay, and no armor can block its attacks.

Ma Yilong held eleven swords and smiled and boarded the competition platform. Ma Yilong glanced at Tong Qiu, put the eleven small swords on the table, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword from behind his back, waiting for the other party to attack first.

Tong Qiu smiled and nodded, pulled out his long sword, and took the lead in making a move, Ma Yilong swung his sword to meet each other, and the two fought together in an instant.

This time, Ma Yilong was unusual, did not make any disguises and fancy moves, and went all out as soon as he came up. However, that Tong Qiu is indeed very good, his swordsmanship is very peculiar, and his body technique is not weaker than Ma Yilong's. The two have been fighting for 50 rounds, but they have not been able to distinguish the winner.

Up and down!

Five steps through the heart!

A sword flies red!

A sword of frost!

......

Ma Yilong used the first twelve styles of the ancestral thirteen-style fast sword in a row, but he still couldn't win!

Although he failed to win for the time being, Ma Yilong's heart became happy! Judging from the current situation, He Ying could not be Tong Qiu's opponent at all, fortunately, Tong Qiu proposed to fight him, otherwise he was really lucky to have a bye, and He Ying would definitely be out of the game in advance!

In the following time, Ma Yilong just relied on his flexible body skills, wandered and dodged, no longer attacked, and fought until a hundred rounds, and Ma Yilong refused to use this last sword technique.

"I heard that there are thirteen styles of the Ma family's fast sword, why don't Ma Daoyou use the last style as well, let me have a good experience?" Tong Qiu suddenly jumped back, jumped out of the circle, and asked with a sneer.

"Friend or foe are not distinguished, so naturally I can't use this last move in advance! Tong Daoyou seems to be extra attentive to me, he should have come for me all the way, right?" Ma Yilong looked at Tong Qiu and asked coldly

Tong Qiu was not in a hurry to answer, smiled coldly, walked to the side of the stage, opened the package, and quickly put the armor on his body.

The armor was a complete set of golden and dazzling splendour. Tong Qiu put this armor on his body, except for his eyes, nose, mouth, hands, feet, elbows, and knees, all of them were tightly wrapped, and even his throat was protected by armor!

Ma Yilong looked at it a few times, nodded and said with a wry smile: "Brother is already covered in armor at this time, you might as well tell your true purpose! I am an understanding person, and I don't want you to die under my sword in a daze!"

"Hahaha!"

Tong Qiu sneered, and said in a very low voice: "Ma Yilong! Ming people don't say secret words, I'm here for you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have participated in this competition at all! Take people's money and people to eliminate disasters, I was also entrusted by people! The reason why I fought with you for so long to put on this armor is also because I think that you are a rare opponent, and now that your skills have been used up, you will not be wronged to kill you at this time!"

"Hmph, do you really think that with this armor, you and I can kill me? You and I have been fighting for so long, and it has always been a draw, you haven't even touched my clothes, and you can't hurt me a little if you wear this armor!" Ma Yilong snorted coldly and stared at Tong Qiudao.

"It's true that you and I are tied, but that's because I haven't let go of my hands and feet! With this armor, I can only attack and not defend, and it won't take too much effort to kill you!" Tong Qiu sneered, his face was full of confidence, and at this time, he didn't take Ma Yilong seriously at all.

"I really doubt where your confidence comes from! Don't forget, I still have one last sword move that I haven't used!" Ma Yilong snorted coldly and looked at the other party with contempt.

"Don't pretend! After I took over this matter, I also walked around the rivers and lakes for a short time, and no one has ever seen the thirteenth style of the fast sword, and you have been reluctant to send this last sword move for a long time, there should be only one reason, that is, there is no such move at all! The so-called thirteen styles of the Ma family's fast sword are actually only twelve styles!" Tong Qiu said with an undoubted look.

When Ma Yilong heard this, he didn't answer, snorted coldly, walked directly to the side of the stage, and stretched out his hand to grab the three-element transformation divine sword. At the same time, Ma Yilong shook his hand and threw his long sword aside.

This scene stunned Tong Qiu and everyone in the audience!

Discarding the long sword in favor of a short sword is in itself difficult for Ren to understand. If only this short sword were a magic weapon, but in the eyes of everyone, it was nothing more than a rusty dagger.

Tong Qiu stared at the short sword in Ma Yilong's hand for a few moments, snorted coldly, no longer hesitated, and with a wave of the long sword, it went straight to Ma Yilong's throat. Ma Yilong jumped to the side, and just after dodging this blow, Tong Qiu's second sword came again!

In the following time, as Tong Qiu said before, he really only attacked but not defended, and launched an attack with all his might. Under such a fierce attack, Ma Yilong couldn't get close to him at all with the little sword in his hand, and instantly became passive, and soon became in a hurry.

When everyone present saw this scene, they all believed that in a few rounds, Ma Yilong would die under the opponent's sword. He Ying and Fang Ming, who were sitting in the Purple Cloud Sect area, couldn't sit still at this time, and the two of them stood up at the same time, intending to come to the stage to stop this game.

However, at the moment when the two of them just took a step, a great change occurred on the stage.

In Ma Yilong's panic, Tong Qiu grabbed a flaw and stabbed Ma Yilong's left rib with a sword. However, what he didn't expect was that instead of dodging, Ma Yilong actually took the initiative to meet his long sword with his body. And at this moment, Ma Yilong's short sword in his right hand swung and stabbed Tong Qiu's throat with lightning speed.

Ma Yilong's move was completely unexpected by Tong Qiu, and he didn't have time to react at all, and the two of them were hit at the same time in an instant. Tong Qiu's armor was not vulnerable at all, and at the same time that his long sword pierced Ma Yilong's left rib, Ma Yilong's short sword also pierced his throat.

"You...... You ......" Tong Qiu pointed at Ma Yilong with his other hand, his face full of surprise.

"You've seen the thirteenth type of fast sword, you can rest in peace!"

After Ma Yilong gritted his teeth and said this, he raised his left palm and slammed it on Tong Qiu's front door. Under the impact of this palm, Tong Qiu's body fell to the ground instantly. Ma Yilong held a short sword in his right hand, held the sword inserted in his body in his left hand, and jumped off the competition platform.

In fact, the Ma family fast sword is not without the thirteenth style, the reason why no one in the rivers and lakes has seen it is because this is a move that ends up with one hand, and it will not be used until the moment of life and death. The ancestor of the Ma family had used it against the enemy, but he and his opponent were killed on the spot, and it was impossible for anyone on the rivers and lakes to know this style of sword move.

The reason why Ma Yilong dared to use this style was because he had a healing spirit bead in his body. Although the sword he was in the middle of it would not kill him immediately, he would have to step down immediately to heal his wounds, and he would die if he delayed a little. Ma Yilong stepped off the competition platform, immediately sat cross-legged, pulled out his long sword suddenly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Under the effect of the Healing Spirit Bead, his injuries recovered in a moment.

Ma Yilong opened his eyes violently and jumped up! But at this moment, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded!