Rigid with soft, soft with rigid, the long whip in Ji Xiaolan's hand was like a long snake with wisdom, and with her unique body style of falling and rolling, he was miserable, and after dodging the tiger's attack, he barely used his shield to resist the long whip.

After a few rounds, Ji Xiaolan wrapped his ankle with a whip, and suddenly pulled the body of the Infinite Sect disciple to lose his balance instantly, and fell to the ground with a scream, and then there was no more, and he was pressed to the ground by the tiger flower and couldn't move.

After the old monk announced the results of the competition, the disciples of the Wuliang Sect got up from the ground in annoyance and angrily, and scolded without grace: "You are not a martial artist!" I'll compete with you, and beware of this beast's sneak attack, are you not comparable, you don't have the strength to fight two or one! Dodge and smoke the cold whip, don't dare to confront me head-on, you come to compare a fart! ”

The corners of Ji Xiaolan's eyes twitched, she raised her hand and raised her long whip to make a gesture to fight, seeing that the other party was so frightened that she hugged her head and shrunk her head, looking like a soft egg, she didn't have a hand after all, and sneered: "As the saying goes, the soft and the hard are the most fatal, and the hard and soft are the most difficult to prevent, you know a fart!" Just these two of you, I don't need to spend money on stage, I can clean you up by myself, I really overestimated your Central Plains martial arts kung fu. ”

Hearing this, the disciple of the Immeasurable Sect was furious and said, "There is a kind of you who let this beast go down, let's try again!" ”

Ji Xiaolan flicked her long whip, crackled on the ground, and said angrily: "I'm afraid that you won't succeed when you come, and the flowers will go down." ”

The tiger glanced at Ji Xiaolan aggrievedly, then turned his head and roared viciously at the disciples of the Infinite Sect, and reluctantly got out of the ring. However, in the end, the two failed to fight again, and they were ousted by the old monks.

After another competition, Mo Xin calmly came on the field with a sword, and the opponent against him was a man dressed as a scholar, and the other party did not rush to do anything after coming to the stage, but politely saluted Mo Xin and asked his name.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, in the ink heart, the ink pen Danqing's ink, the heart of whatever you want." Mo Xin responded with a smile.

The scholar smiled when he heard this, and quipped: "That's really a coincidence, my name is Danqing, Danqing of Danqing with ink pen, Brother Mo, please make a move." ”

Mo Xin stood with a sword and humbly said that Dan Qing would make the first move, but Dan Qing didn't push it repeatedly, his hand shook and unfolded the iron fan, and after flipping it in his hand, he threw it out violently, and the iron fan spun rapidly and flew towards Mo Xin.

Seeing that the other party didn't make the next move, Mo Xin calmly raised his head to dodge the blow, but he was a little puzzled in his heart, why did he throw his weapon first, what kind of fight is this? Before he could speak, he heard the sound of breaking the air behind him.

Mo Xin was startled, dodged in embarrassment, only to find that the iron fan was like a boomerang, flying back from behind him again, and after he dodged, it flew back into Danqing's hand again.

Danqing took back the iron fan, took advantage of Mo Xin's unsteady standing and quickly approached, turned his body on his side with a wide open and closed wide, and slammed the iron fan in his hand at Mo Xin again and again, forcing him to retreat again and again. After several consecutive attacks, he suddenly changed his moves, squatted down and swept the hall.

Seeing Mo Xin jumping up in the air, he was not in a hurry, and used an iron fan to fan a strong wind from bottom to top, the strong wind mixed with sand and soil, and raised Mo Xin's head and face, Mo Xin had no focus from the air, and he was unable to avoid this strong wind, so he had to protect his eyes with his arms, so as not to be blinded by the sand.

Danqing got up quickly as soon as he succeeded, threw the iron fan in his hand into his other hand, twisted his waist and turned around to push it out with a palm, right in the chest of Mo Xin, who had just landed.

Mo Xin only felt that his chest was hit by a huge force, and the other party's internal force invaded his body, making his breath messy in an instant, and he took a few steps back for a burst of qi and blood, and vomited a mouthful of blood in his throat, which he spit out casually, and came up carelessly and suffered a loss first.

Of course, Danqing would not give him a chance to breathe, and forced his wrist to shake again, the iron fan rotated and unfolded in his hand, sticking to Mo Xin's face, blocking all his vision, and after the fan was removed, the fist hidden behind the fan smashed into Mo Xin's face.

Although Mo Xin was in pain, his hand movements did not stop, he drew his sword and stabbed at Danqing, Danqing saw this, kicked on the ground, stuck the tip of the sword with the fan bone with one hand, turned the iron fan with his fingers, and shifted his body backwards. Danqing retreated, and Mo Xin quickly caught up, continuing to stab at his heart, retreating and advancing, the indomitable sword momentum gradually lost its sharpness and strength under the rotation and traction of the iron fan.

When the power of the sword stabbed at him was lost, Danqing withdrew the iron fan, changed his hand and turned around, and in the golden sound of the weapon exchange, he flicked away Mo Xin's long sword, and then forced Mo Xin back with a roundabout kick, and calmly put the iron fan on his chest to fan the wind, and smiled gracefully, signaling that Mo Xin had made a move.

Mo Xin let out a sigh of relief, put away all the contempt, held the sword in front of his chest, and slowly slashed the sword body with the fingers of his other hand, and said to himself: "I practiced martial arts at the age of eight and practiced sword at the age of ten, and I learned the way of the sword at the age of thirteen. ”

"The wind is silent, the air is like stopping water, the light is shadowless, the sword is traceless, the sea is inclusive, it is one, take its spirit, forget its shape, rush to the clouds, and smash into the sky." Saying that, he took a stance, waved the long sword in his hand, and launched a sharp counterattack against Danqing.

"First sword, Chong Ling!" Mo Xin no longer has half a point of reservation, with the long sword splitting, stabbing, pointing, teasing, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping, for a while, the sword qi around him is surrounded vertically and horizontally, Mo said that being hit by the sword, that is, the sword qi generated by the internal force alone is enough to hurt the enemy.

"Like the strength of the pine, like the speed of the wind, the second sword, the pine wind!" After a few moves, Mo Xin's sword move changed, no longer the strength and power of just now, and became elegant and light.

"Shuangmu is not a forest, there is a heart in the field, the third sword, looking through the autumn water!" Mo Xin changed his moves again, and his elegant and light moves gradually turned into simple and unpretentious, and the sword qi around his body condensed into one place, gathered on the long sword, and a sword pierced out like a stone breaking through the sky.

Danqing was sweating profusely on his forehead, he had just parried the first two swords of Mo Xin, and he had exhausted all his strength, and now in the face of this indomitable third sword, he could only fight his fate to use all his strength, wielding an iron fan to block, wanting to follow the example just now, clamping the tip of the sword with the fan bone, slowly rotating and pulling, and unloading the power of this sword.

However, this sword, and the sword that Fang Cai Mo Xin stabbed out in a hurry, how can it be the same day, as soon as the iron fan touched the long sword, it was easily pierced, and the sword qi surrounding the sword body shattered the iron fan in an instant, and fell to the ground in pieces.

The long sword stopped abruptly three inches away from Danqing's throat, but even so, his throat was still injured by the sword qi, and blood slowly flowed out, but fortunately, it was not fatal, Danqing stared at the sword, his eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

Mo Xin's wrist shook and put the sword into the sheath, there was no sadness or joy on his face, and he arched his hand quite calmly: "Brother Danqing, I have conceded." ”

"The victor is Moxin." After the two of them stopped fighting, the old monk announced the result of the game, he looked at Mo Xin carefully, obviously this competition, Mo Xin's last three swords amazed him.

Danqing didn't come back to his senses until this time, and said to Mo Xin with a happy and sincere emotion: "As the saying goes, there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, honesty does not deceive me, the Moxin brothers have excellent swordsmanship, and they are convinced." However, just now you threatened to realize the way of the sword in the thirteenth, why only three swords? ”

Mo Xin, who was just about to step down, was stunned for a moment when he heard this, looked at Danqing with a strange face, and didn't know how to speak for a while, but Danqing was the first to react.

"Yes, I have already lost the three swords, why should Brother Moxin make a fourth sword, but it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see the whole picture of these thirteen swords, I don't know if anyone can force out all the sword moves of Brother Moxin in this Young Heroes Meeting, and then I will be able to feast my eyes on it."

Mo Xin snorted, and said casually while stepping off the stage: "I hope not, wouldn't it be good for me to easily take the first place." ”

"That's right, haha Brother Moxin is very fast, if there is a chance, you and I will be closer to each other, and we will be familiar with Brother Mo at first sight, and we will have sincere fellowship." Danqing smiled heartily, followed Mo Xin off the stage, and kept talking with Mo Xin, with great sympathy.

With the two stepping down, after a few more competitions, the morning competition was all over, and after all the contestants had lunch and rested for a while, the time had come to the afternoon, and the first competition in the afternoon was Lin Fan's turn.

"Stinky Lin Fan, don't come back to see me if you lose, Miss Ben can't afford to lose this person." Ling Sha pouted, and cheered for Lin Fan a little nervously.

Lin Fan smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, and agreed nonchalantly, "Peace of mind, although I have been practicing martial arts for a short time, I can't stand the guidance of a famous teacher behind me, and ordinary people are really not necessarily my opponents." ”

"Cut, you just blow it." Lingsha snorted disdainfully.

Lin Fan no longer refuted, stretched the muscles and bones of his body, jumped into the ring, and said to the crowd watching the battle: "The little brother is Lin Fan, a disciple of the Xiaoyao Valley Blowing Lantern, I don't know which one has drawn the twenty-fourth, come on stage to show your face, little baby, come and leave a name?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a man in Tsing Yi turned over on the stage, and then shook the nine-curved serial knife in his hand, and the nine iron rings on the back of the knife clanged. "Gossip Sect Shang Zhongren, come and learn your tricks."

Lin Fan glanced at the big knife in Shang Zhongren's hand playfully, and said with a wry smile: "The one who plays with the knife meets the one who practices the knife, is this fate?" ”

Jokes aside, when the old monk announced the start of the competition, Lin Fan quickly gathered his mind, raised his hands and pulled out two knives from his back, drew a circle and quickly fought with Shang Zhongren, who was approaching.

The two of them had the intention of testing each other at the beginning, and neither of them launched their full strength, and Lin Fan, who was holding two knives, naturally gained the upper hand. The two knives are one high and one low, one front and one behind the opening posture, and the impermeable wind of the swing is carried out on the upper and lower levels, a knife is on the top and Shang Zhongren is fighting, and a knife is down, specializing in Shang Zhongren's next three ways.