The day passed quickly.

At this time, the martial arts arena was once again crowded with people, and the voices were boiling, which was even more lively than before.

A huge ring sits in the center, half the size of the original area. Four defensive formations are distributed around the ring. The stands were also overcrowded, but the sect masters of the six major sects did not appear.

Boom~

Six figures appeared suddenly.

"Let's get started!" the sect master nodded to an elder next to him.

The elder flew into the middle of the ring and said loudly, "Everyone, be quiet!" His hands pressed down, and the audience was instantly quiet, as if he was very satisfied with the effect, and the elder immediately said: "Without further ado, let's start the game now." After saying that, he dodged and flew into the stands.

As soon as Hua Qingjun and Song Yifei came to the stage, they stood quietly, as if they were testing each other. Both of them have a certain understanding of each other's strength, so they did not attack recklessly.

"You've become too careful. Song Yifei said lightly. "Isn't it the same with you. Hua Qingjun said, and then took out an iron fan from behind him, "To deal with you, you still have to be careful." ”

"Is this Senior Brother Hua's weapon?" asked a disciple in the audience.

"I don't know. A disciple next to him waved his hand.

"I didn't expect you to think so highly of me. Song Yifei looked at Hua Qingjun and said with a solemn face. "Your strength can't help me be cautious. Hua Qingjun smiled faintly.

The atmosphere between the two became very cautious, and the dull atmosphere infected the disciples in the audience, and the entire martial arts arena became quiet for a while.

Swish!

A sword qi took the lead in attacking, attacking Hua Qingjun with lightning speed.

"Cross Slash!" Song Yifei obviously knew that the move just now would not be able to hit Zhonghua Qingjun, and then flew behind the sword qi, and at a distance of four or five meters from Hua Qingjun, his figure flashed suddenly.

Ding Ding Ding ~

worthy of the son of the main peak, under such a rapid sword speed attack, Hua Qingjun actually blocked all the attacks.

"Falling Stars!" "Sword Devouring!"

bang

The two huge momentum collided together, setting off a monstrous wave of wind that swept away from the center of the ring.

Bang bang bang

The two of them withdrew at the same time and went dozens of steps, up and down.

"Be careful!" Song Yifei stepped out, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out at an incredible angle, cutting through the space, and the cyan light was like a star, making the trajectory of the long sword even more weird, making people shudder.

Bite~

missed the blow, and Song Yifei instantly changed his move.

The long sword trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, there was a little cold light on the blade, and the Dao sword qi was close to the blade, and where the tip of the sword slashed, a faint cyan sword qi was left.

In a short time, the cyan sword qi in mid-air had already spread all over the area where the two of them were.

Bang bang bang!

The sword qi was instantly launched, attacking Hua Qingjun.

"How could it be.... The disciples in the audience were surprised. It turned out that the position of the sword qi attack, Hua Qingjun's figure had completely disappeared.

Song Yifei's heart tightened. The mind has been highly concentrated.

laugh at

Song Yifei only felt a gust of wind blowing, and a wound had already formed on his left arm.

Snort

Two more wounds formed.

Song Yifei frowned, his eyes couldn't find Hua Qingjun's figure at all, so he simply closed his eyes. At this time, Song Yifei's spirit was highly concentrated, and his heart was extremely calm.

Bite~

Song Yifei raised his hand and made a sword, and the tip of the sword sparked everywhere, blocking Hua Qingjun's attack. Immediately, with a twist of his wrist, the true qi gathered at the tip of the sword.

Bang!

Hua Qingjun's figure suddenly appeared and flew upside down in the air.

Hurriedly stabilizing his figure, Hua Qingjun's figure flashed, and once again disappeared in midair.

At this time, Song Yifei was no longer as inactive as before, but stood quietly, holding the long sword tightly in his hand with a solemn expression.

swish

Song Yifei's figure also suddenly disappeared in place.

Ding Ding Ding

Song Yifei's figure suddenly appeared in the other corner of the ring, the long sword in his hand kept waving, and the sparks were everywhere.

swish

It appeared on the other side again, and Mars was shining.

After a few rounds back and forth like this, the figures of the two appeared on both sides of the ring again, quietly opposing each other.

Wow!

There was an uproar in the audience, everything happened too fast just now, and the disciples in the audience could only see Song Yifei's figure flashing in different positions in the ring, while Hua Qingjun's figure never appeared, so no one knew what happened just now.

Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, the figures of the two accelerated suddenly, and quickly retreated after fighting a move in the center of the ring.

Woohoo

Hua Qingjun shook the iron fan in his hand, and six qi bursts out.

Bang bang bang

Gravel flew sideways, and holes were pierced out of the ring.

swish

Song Yifei suddenly flashed in front of Hua Qingjun, and stabbed the long sword in his hand.

Flutter

The long sword pierced Hua Qingjun's body without hindrance, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Not good!" Song Yifei was shocked. A strong blow came from the back of the head.

Bang!

The handle of the fan struck the sword.

Layers of qi waves dispersed to the periphery at the junction of the two weapons, and the thick true qi continued to converge, causing the two weapons to tremble continuously.

Bang!

The two flew out upside down at the same time.

Click!

The two landed somersaults and rushed towards each other in an instant.

"Wind Kill!" "Sword Devouring!"

Bang!

Two thick true qi collided together.

The disciples in the audience looked fixedly, and the weapons in the hands of the two were handed over together, frozen in the center of the ring.

"Breaking the wind!" Hua Qingjun slapped out with a palm of his left hand, slashing through the air, making a whirring sound.

Song Yifei clenched his left hand into a fist and punched out.

Bang!

Both went backwards at the same time.

Song Yifei snorted, a little blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and he obviously suffered internal injuries in the competition just now. On the other hand, Hua Qingjun, although he was a little embarrassed, his face was ruddy and unharmed.

It's easy to see who wins and who loses.

"I lost. Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Song Yifei stood up and said.

"But next time I'll beat you. Hua Qingjun just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Song Yifei's mouth, still full of warlike intent.