Miaoyin Sanmen Sword is a strange martial art, and it is strange to say that it is only because although it is a ground-level martial art, it needs to have three martial spirits of water, fire, and wind at the same time in order to exert its power perfectly.

It is precisely for this reason that although Master Miaoyin has exposed this martial art into the book and passed it down, not many people can practice it, after all, it is rare to have three kinds of martial souls, and it is even more difficult to limit the three kinds of water, fire and wind.

Yue Li'er didn't need to have the three martial souls of water, fire and wind, so the three swords of Miaoyin she practiced were not complete, but they just used the characteristics of the double wire mesh water and fire duality and mesh structure to simulate the effect of wind and water and fire blending, although the power was great, but it was much worse than the original, but even so, it could reach the power of the martial arts of the upper level of the Xuan level.

Han Chuang didn't know this, he only thought that Yue Li'er had already practiced the Miaoyin Three Swords, and he thought that under the fame, there was no lie, so he was nervous.

Even more nervous than the two women in the ring, he felt the amazing sword aura coming from the short sword, he was a swordsman, so he felt much more pressure than ordinary martial artists, and he understood more.

If there were bets in this competition, he would not hesitate to put all the bets on Yue Li'er, even if Liu Qingfu was his senior sister, he still didn't think she could win.

Han Chuang had been staring at Yue Li'er and Liu Qingfu's hands all the time, paying attention to their every subtle movement, every look and expression, and even every muscle beat.

He is worried about Liu Qingfu, Liu Qingfu may be very strong, but it is definitely not strong enough to resist the Miaoyin Three Swords, as long as he can't resist the Miaoyin Three Swords, there must be only one way to defeat waiting for Liu Qingfu.

Victory or defeat is not related to life and death, but it is higher than life and death, he can feel this kind of fighting spirit higher than life and death in Liu Qingfu and Yue Li'er at the same time, which thinks that as long as they make a move, they will not show mercy.

The sword moved,

Suddenly moved,

It was like a breeze blowing through the green leaves, with a peaceful gentleness, a silent thorn.

The result of the fusion of fire and water is not tyranny, but peace, a peace beyond imagination, the astonishing sword intent when the sword pile is deliberately deliberate seems to disappear without a trace, and it is like a calm under the sword body, as if a gust of wind blowing across the lake, causing a circle of ripples.

Liu Qingfu also moved, after abandoning a dry trick, the flat wave flowing cloud palm became more dignified, if her previous palm technique was the tide of the storm, now it is the deep undercurrent of the seabed, indicating calm and hidden danger.

Her palm was out, meeting Yue Li'er's sword, her palm was silent, and her swordsmanship was silent.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and all the brilliance between heaven and earth was concentrated on this palm and sword.

The palm erupted, the blue sea was tidal, and the undercurrent finally surfaced, revealing the hideous minions, and the sword erupted, trembling slightly, and the sword body emitted a buzzing, excited sword sound.

Two bright lights collided in the air, entangled together, palms were constantly changing, swords were constantly changing, and both of them were looking for each other's flaws.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary martial artists, this battle was silent and not exciting, but in the eyes of Ling Luofeng, Xue Ziyi, Hong Hong'er, Liu Hengbo, including Han Chuang, this battle was so incredible.

The incredible sword, the power of the Xuan Rank, but there are thousands of changes, this change is like a gust of wind outside the clouds in the sky, you never know where it blows.

If Yue Li'er's sword is a gust of wind, then Liu Qingfu's palm is the whole sea, the sea is vast, and her palm is also vast, no matter how the wind changes, she can't break free from the shackles of the sea, the water and the wind are entangled, and the wind surges.

If Liu Qingfu's opponent was not Yue Li'er, if it weren't for Miaoyin Sanmen Swords, I'm afraid she would have won now, but the opponent was Yue Li'er, Miaoyin Sanmen Swords, and the outcome seemed to be out of her control.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out in Han Chuang's palms, and at this moment, even he didn't know what would happen to Yue Li'er's sword next.

The sword seems to have become a part of her body, she is changing, constantly changing, changing to trying to find a flaw in Liu Qingfu's palm, once she finds that flaw, what awaits Liu Qingfu must be a stormy attack.

Han Chuang had already seen the flaw in Liu Qingfu's palm, and it passed in an instant, but he did see it. There are many reasons for flaws, but there is only one reason for flaws at this moment, Yue Li'er's sword, the pressure on her is too great, so big that she has to show flaws.

When a swordsman is faced with a near-perfect move, he will use his sword to expose his opponent's flaws, just like Yue Li'er did at this moment.

"You've lost!" Yue Li'er said.

A sword stabbed out, and the sword roared, and this sword pierced through the layers of blocking of the stacked waves and stabbed Liu Qingfu's shoulder.

Han Chuang's fingertips were cold, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that Liu Hengbo couldn't maintain the indifferent appearance just now.

Now, everything seems to be doomed, although Yue Li'er's sword is very slow, really slow, but what she stabbed at was Liu Qingfu's flaw, the flaw means that it cannot be made up, no matter how slow it is, what can it be?

This is the final sword, the one that decides the outcome of the game.

When this sword is stabbed, the victory is already decided, just waiting for everything to settle.

The sword light flickered, and a smile appeared on Xue Ziyi's face, and he said, "The outcome has been decided." ”

"Not necessarily!" it was not Ling Luofeng who spoke, but Honghong'er, the red-haired and red-bearded old man's eyes flashing with a sharp light.

When Yue Li'er's sword broke through the layers of barriers and was about to stab into Liu Qingfu's shoulder, she suddenly saw Liu Qingfu's face.

This is a beautiful face, a beautiful face with no frustration of failure, but a mocking smile.

That's right, mocking smile.

"The waves are surging, breaking out of the cocoon!"

A coquettish shout sounded, and Liu Qingfu's palm momentum changed, and the original flaws were instantly submerged and turned into the deadliest trap.

Liu Hengbo smiled, his nervous expression finally relaxed, his posture became natural, and he said to Han Chuang: "This is the last move of the flat wave Liuyun palm, flat wave flowing cloud." ”

Han Chuang also smiled, he suddenly understood that the essence of the flat wave Liuyun palm did not lie in the rising momentum, but in the flat situation, flat waves and flowing clouds were the calmest things in the world, and how could the calmest thing be simply pierced by a sharp sword.

Yue Li'er also realized that something was wrong, when her sword was close to Liu Qingfu's shoulder, there was a sudden deviation, maybe it was just a slight deviation, but this deviation was the key to determining the outcome of the victory.

Han Chuang knew that Liu Qingfu's body style was very good, but he never knew that her body style was like a wisp of wind outside the clouds on the horizon, making people nowhere to be found.

The short sword passed against Liu Qingfu's slender neck, and if it got closer, it would cut through the jade-like flawless snow white, but it couldn't get any closer.

It's not that Yue Li'er doesn't want to, but Liu Qingfu doesn't give her a chance to get closer at all.

Turning up, her dress spun like a whirlwind dance, Liu Qingfu flashed Yue Li'er's sword, and with an elegant body technique, she stuck it in front of Yue Li'er, and a palm poked out and landed firmly on her chest.

"You've lost!" Liu Qingfu said with a smile.

Yue Li'er looked down at the jade palm attached to her chest, and at this moment, she only needed to vomit her true qi to put her to death.

The fate of failure is not only doomed, but even has come, and she has to accept this fate.

"I lost!" Yue Li'er said wistfully, and walked out of the ring in frustration.

She forgot to salute her master, and she forgot to return to the phalanx of the same door, and walked straight out of the martial arts arena, no one stopped her, and everyone understood that she was definitely not suitable to appear again at this moment.

Liu Qingfu bowed, turned around and returned to her phalanx, she had consumed a lot just now and needed to recuperate for a while, and someone obviously didn't want to give him time to recuperate.

"Luoxia Sect Luo Dachang challenges Qingzhu Sect Liu Qingfu!" a nine-foot-tall man stood in the middle of the ring with a hideous smile, in his opinion, the victory or defeat was already doomed.

Ling Luofeng glanced at Honghong'er hatefully, and said angrily: "Old man Hong, this is your disciple of Luoxia Sect?"

Although there is no rule that you can't fight continuously, there are unspoken rules that if someone consumes too much true qi, you can't challenge him anymore, but at this time, Luo Dachang only had victory in his eyes, forgot this rule, and said alive that he was blinded by the ** of victory.

A warrior with a thirst for profit!

Honghong'er's expression was cloudy, and when she was about to open her mouth to let Luo Dachang go down, she suddenly heard a cold voice sound: "Senior sister, he is not worthy of your help, let me do it for you." ”

Ugly walked into the ring.

How ugly Ah Ugly is, just look at Luo Dachang's gaze when he walked into the ring, there was disgust, disgust, and disgust in that gaze, and even the disciples watching the battle under the ring also talked about it.

"Who is he? Why is he so ugly?"

"yes, yes, even if it's ugly, it's scary, it's really scared to death. ”

"Nonsense, can that call you ugly? That is called looking heroic, do you understand?"

"Isn't Xiongyi just ugly?"

......

The discussion in the audience did not stop Ah Chou from killing the ring, yes, he was in the ring.

The ring is a foot high from the ground, which is just a slight jump for a martial artist, but Ah Chou chose to walk into the ring.

Riding along the path prepared for the runner, he walked very slowly, but did not stop, and if one looked closely, they would see that there was no change in the length or pace of his stride with each step.

Even in the face of countless gossip, his back was still straight, arrogant, stubborn, and cold, as if there was no word to describe his temperament, but one thing was certain: his people were like iron, and nothing could bring him to his knees.

Honghong'er looked at her eyes and said with a smile: "What an ugly person, ugly good, ugly wonderful." Then he turned to the blind man and said, "Who is this man?"

The blind man said respectfully: "Listening to the voice and steps, it should be the ugly beside Han Chuang, a swordsman." ”

Swordsman!

There is no need for a blind man to say, Honghong'er can also feel that the swordsman has a unique temperament, this temperament is like a sword in his hand, Liu Hengbo is mellow and sharp, and this ugly is simply cold, cold that seeps into his bones.

"What do you think of this person?" Honghong'er said to Xue Ziyi.

The three sects also have a purpose in this martial arts, to select fifteen people to form a team to punish evil, but the choice of these fifteen people is not the first five sects to choose five, but the three major sects together, choose the most suitable fifteen, obviously, Honghong'er is intentionally selecting Ah Chou into the team.

As a woman, although she has a natural rejection of ugly things, Xue Ziyi still said fairly: "People are good. ”

Although Ah Chou did not make a move, in her opinion, the victory or defeat was already doomed, Luo Dachang's strength was not enough, and his mind was not enough, and he was not a person who could create miracles.

Ling Luofeng didn't speak, frowning and looking at the clown who walked into the ring, for some reason, the clown at this moment gave him a strange feeling.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Xue Ziyi.

Ling Luofeng came back to his senses and said, "The matter of being selected for him to join the evil team still needs to be discussed. ”

Xue Ziyi was puzzled: "What's the matter?

Ling Luofeng shook his head and said, "It's not that the strength is not strong, but the origin is unknown. ”

He smiled wryly and said, "To be honest, Hengbo and I both think that he is from an outland. ”

"Outland?" Xue Ziyi's gaze at Ah Chou became a little complicated.