Qingqiu won two games in a row, and the other three rings were also hot, and the water sword in the hands of Hua Chao was no less than the moonlight sword in the hand of the young man in Qingqiu.

Yuwen Tuo also won easily, the back-edge knife in his hand effortlessly broke the spear stabbed by the opponent in front of him, the back-edge knife turned back and slashed inside, the opponent's fine iron spear was broken in response, Yuwen Tuo took advantage of the situation, kicked on the opponent's chest, the man flew out of the zhang Yu in response, and before Yuwentuo could catch his breath, another person jumped into the ring...

Mei Yue on the ring, the cloth boy Xiaojie, is fighting with a fist master, the other party saw the sharpness of Xiaojie's sword in the stick under the stage, after coming to the stage, it was a round of fist attack, Xiaojie who wanted to force the sword could not come out, he did achieve what he wanted, under the fist, Xiaojie was forced by the other party to dodge again and again, and there was no chance to make a sword.

Xiao Jie dodged left and right, just wanted to free his hand, to draw the long sword hidden in the burning stick, the other party saw this situation, the body was fast, and stuck in front of Xiao Jie, immediately changed the fist into a claw, put on a grappling kung fu starting style, both claws rushed to the face, at the moment of Xiao Jie's side dodge, the thumb, index finger, middle finger buckle, in the shape of an eagle claw hook, one hand quickly grabbed Xiao Jie's arm that wanted to draw the sword, and the other claw hooked straight to Xiao Jie's throat, under this claw, if he hit the throat, he would immediately cut off his throat and die.

In the face of the exquisite grappling technique, Xiao Jie did not panic, raised his elbow to block the opponent's life-threatening blow, and the other party saw this, abandoned the hand that locked Xiao Jie's sword, and the eagle claw clawed on the claw, instantly clasped Xiao Jie's throat.

Seeing that he had a successful move, the corner of the man's mouth couldn't help but smile proudly, as long as he used force between his claws, the throat of the cloth-clothed young man would be immediately cut off by himself, but after an instant, he couldn't laugh, because Xiaojie suddenly lowered his head, and buckled the acupuncture points on the back of his hand with his jaw, and suddenly felt a sharp pain coming, the man hurriedly withdrew the other hand that was blocked by the elbow of the cloth-clothed young man, two slight buckles, and grabbed the pearl with a double dragon, directly hitting the young man's eyes, trying to force the young man to withdraw his move.

But in his hurry, he forgot that he had let go of Xiao Jie's arm to draw his sword.

The sword flashed, and Xiao Jie's sword was out of the sheath, but fortunately, Xiao Jie didn't want to waste this person's grappling skills, otherwise when the sword was unsheathed, this person's hands would only be cut off by the long sword in Xiao Jie's hand.

However, this person also took advantage of Xiaojie's sword drawing, withdrew his claws, and jumped backwards, but the momentum of the attack was broken by the cloth-clothed boy...

Looking at Gu Xiao again, at this time, to the last master with a knife, this knife guest is a scimitar, the blade is like the waning moon in the night sky, and the handle of the knife is like snow, just like a snow suit on his body, looking at it from afar, I only feel that this knife has a sense of desolation, but when this person performs the knife technique, it is like a flying rainbow, skipping the Qingqiu ring, and the knife light is everywhere, making people dizzy and confused.

This person struck with a scimitar, and actually forced Gu Xiao to retreat with a sword, stepping on the snow under his feet, avoiding the opponent's flying rainbow knife, the sword light rolled up and flew snow, like dust and smoke, the young man in green shirt, with excellent skills, actually stepped on the smoke and snow, and counterattacked with a sword.

The green shirt stepped on the snow, the green edge was like the bright moon, a sword, the sword light was illusory, it seemed that I don't know what year it was, only the snow was long, and the broken moon Qingfeng was wrapped in dust and smoke and snow, pointing directly at the owner of the scimitar.

The scimitar owner's eyes were full of battle intent, and when the green shirt boy's long sword attacked, he closed his eyes slightly, and the scimitar in his hand no longer used the flying rainbow knife light, as if he was feeling the momentum of the green shirt boy's long sword in the ring.

Suddenly opened his eyes, the scimitar owner's eyes were as desolate as the knife light, and the scimitar in his hand seemed to feel the master's state of mind, like a friend for many years, and the knife light in his eyes melted into a knife, meeting the young man in a green shirt like the moon Qingfeng.

As soon as the sword touched, Qingqiu was like the past, the snow was like a curtain, the smoke and dust were like a waterfall, and the blow of the young man in green shirt and the owner of the scimitar caused everyone present to be surprised.

The ancestor of the He family no longer paid attention to He Kui at this time, but stared at the young man in Qingqiu with burning eyes, if it was the skill of this young man before, the ancestor of the He family only doubted, and the sword fight at this moment had made the ancestor firm in a few guesses in his heart.

On the high platform on the west side, Fang Yuehua, who was also a master of the sword, was speechless by the shock of this sword and sword, and said to himself in his heart: "If it was me last year, against any of these two people, I am afraid that it will be difficult to win, and since I became the worship of the He family, I am a little fluttering." ”

Fang Yuehua Wu thought to herself, but the goatee and the laughing Yan Luo on the side were terrified, these two knew that no matter what they had to win today, they would have to win these people in order to keep their worship positions, but looking at the attack and defense in the ring, the two of them felt more and more difficult to resist.

The people on the sidelines have their own thoughts, and the people in the field exert their best, the scimitar master and the green-shirted boy fight a move, and each retreats, the scimitar owner doesn't seem to want to fall into passivity anymore, the knife light flashes in his eyes, and the layers of snow curtains are stirred up again, and the figure also dissipates with the snow curtain.

Seeing this, the young man in the green shirt held his sword and was on guard, watching the snow curtain engulf the entire Qingqiu ring, only to see the snow white in front of him, and nothing else was seen.

I only heard the sound of knives in my ears, turned around and slashed a sword, but it was cut into the air, and at this moment, in the snow curtain, the scimitar drilled out of the ground and slashed straight at Gu Xiao's legs.

Gu Xiao hurriedly used Izumo Zong, wanting to jump out of the snow curtain with light skills to find out where the enemy was hiding, but as the young man jumped up in the wind, he found that no matter how he used it, this snow curtain was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, following him like a shadow, enveloping himself firmly, and instead of exsuming internal strength, it was better to think of another way to pull the scimitar out of the snow curtain, so he had to turn over and go down.

Just in the Qingqiu ring, I saw that in all directions, the sword light lit up at the same time, and the master of the scimitar seemed to turn into several doppelgangers and waved the knife at the same time.

Gu Xiao had to wave the broken moon to protect his body, but these sword lights had disappeared in front of him, and Gu Xiao realized that these sword lights were just phantoms, so he hurriedly turned around, and the horizontal sword was on his chest, only to hear the sound of "bell", and the scimitar was slashing on the broken moon.

The internal strength of this knife is so strong, even when Gu Xiao faced Fei Wei in the Instrument Realm, he did not have such a hard time, although he blocked this knife, Gu Xiao couldn't help but stumble back a few steps before he stabilized his body, but since the scimitar has regained the opportunity again, how can he miss it, the knife is endless, and he has been attacking again and again, for a while, in the snow curtain, the knife light flashed, and he could only faintly see the figure of the young man in green shirt who couldn't help but dodge.

Jin Buyi, who was watching the battle, had a good impression of this young man from the front of the He family's mansion, and he opened his mouth to fight back against the water for himself, and now he saw the young man in the green shirt in a bitter battle, and secretly said in his heart: "If this young man can't see through the mystery of the knife in the snow, I'm afraid that defeat is a matter of time." ”

Jin Buyi's thoughts in his heart are not without basis, although the reputation of the knife in the snow is not obvious, but Jin Buyi is such an old Jianghu knows its power, it is rumored that the owner of the knife in the snow has killed the master of the robot realm by virtue of ascending to the Tang realm, but this person is very low-key, so it has not been circulated in the rivers and lakes, and Jin Buyi is also by chance, only to hear the predecessors in the rivers and lakes mention.

When he first saw this scimitar, Jin Buyi didn't think of the knife in the snow, and it wasn't until the owner of the scimitar used the snow curtain that Jin Buyi remembered the words mentioned by the predecessors of the rivers and lakes.

"The snow curtain rises, the sword shines, and the tricks stop the ripples."

Just as this sentence said, the young man in green shirt was trapped in this snow curtain, like a flat boat in the ripples, crumbling, the sword light kept coming from the snow curtain, the young man's vision was blocked, and he could not escape from the snow curtain, so he could only raise his sword to parry.

Jiang Ningxue couldn't help but worry about the green-shirted young man in Qingqiu when she watched from the sidelines, but the rules of the ring were here, and Jiang Ningxue was only in a hurry at the moment.

Gu Xiao on the stage, not a desperate situation, but not much better, Gu Xiao only felt that the momentum of this sword light, one knife was heavier than the other, it seemed endless, when he was in danger, Gu Xiao suddenly remembered that day in Lingzhou, when he was pulled into the illusion again by the ink blade and easy water, the three sword moves made by Master Gu Jianyi.

Regret condenses the sword intent, and the sword intent shakes the world.

Master's words especially sounded in his ears, Gu Xiao unconsciously closed his eyes, and his mind carefully recalled the sword intent that was condensed with sadness when Gu Jianyi's first sword came out, and he fell into meditation.

Seeing the young man close his eyes, the owner of the scimitar was overjoyed, and said that the young man gave up resistance, and the sword light converged in the snow curtain, and a figure flashed, with a snow coat, holding a scimitar, and slashed towards the young man.

Just when the scimitar was about to touch the youth, a monstrous sword intent surged out, rushing towards the scimitar owner, fortunately, the scimitar master has rich experience in facing the enemy and has always maintained a vigilant heart, when the sword intent attacked, the scimitar master was busy changing his tactics to deal with it, but he was still forced to retreat by this surging sword intent.

Fix the figure, and then look at the young man, seeing that he has opened his eyes, the sword intent seems to be condensed in his star-like eyes, the scimitar owner is determined, and secretly does not want to be disturbed by this momentum of his sword technique, with a wave of his palm, the snow curtain that Shicai was forced to retreat by the young man's sword intent is permeating again, which is more intense than Shicai.

Seeing that the snow curtain gathered again, the young man's eyes were no longer as jealous as before, and he glimpsed a few bright shields on the row of weapon racks on the edge of the ring, and glanced at the flagpole several feet high in the corner of the ring, and then looked up at the noon that had passed, it was the strong sunlight, and he seemed to have an idea.

Gu Xiao, who had made up his mind in his heart, was about to engulf his body in the snow curtain, and stepped on the snow Qixun to rush out, not as before, and then try to get rid of it when the snow curtain engulfed him, but jumped straight to the weapon rack next to the Qingqiu ring.

The young man tapped his toes, kicked up the shields, and kicked out two of the shields in the air when he was in the air, kicking two of the shields into the snow curtain.

With a flick of the scimitar in the snow curtain, the shields were immediately cut in half, and with the ridicule of the scimitar owner, the snow curtain rushed towards the young man in green shirt again.

But as the snow curtain approached the young man, the scimitar owner found that his figure hidden in the snow curtain was illuminated by a beam of light, and the gray shadow looked so dazzling in the white snow curtain.

The owner of the scimitar looked up, only to see a bright shield being embedded diagonally on the flagpole in the corner of the Qingqiu ring, the shield seemed to have been specially adjusted to the angle, and it happened to be facing the afternoon sun, and the reflected light was shining in front of the young man in the green shirt.

The dark path is not good, the scimitar owner is about to withdraw from the shield with the snow curtain to reflect the sun, but he saw the moonlight long sword in the hand of the young man in the green shirt moved, the long sword containing the moonlight, as if after the winter, all things that revive and dance, and like the rotten wood in spring, full of vitality, different from the sword intent that forced him to retreat full of sadness, his sword seemed to be full of hopeful light.

The figure of the green shirt tore through the snow curtain like light, and when it stopped at the edge of the Qingqiu ring, there seemed to be snowflakes in the snow curtain, which melted on the blade of the Broken Moon Sword, turning into the dew of hope, and went down the blade, wrapped in a trace of blood on the blade, and dripped to the ground together.

The young man looked back, the sword intent was not sad, and the light of hope was faint.

The snow curtain dispersed, the master of the scimitar sighed slightly, and a bloody mark on his neck was particularly conspicuous.

This young man's swordsmanship is superb, the sword intent is out of the body, condensed in the sword move, the sword is too fast, so fast that before the scimitar he is proud of has not yet made a move, his sword has already slashed through his neck, if it were not for the mercy of his subordinates, he would have died on the spot.

"Relying on the ingenuity of this daylight, luck wins, if there is no light at night, it is still unknown who will kill the deer." The boy spoke earnestly to the owner of the scimitar.

The owner of the scimitar smiled, and this smile was more like self-deprecation than the previous sneer.

"The snow curtain rises, the sword shines, and the tricks stop the ripples." The scimitar owner muttered several times in the rivers and lakes because of his snow knife, and then in the surprised eyes of the people present, the scimitar owner burst out with a surging internal force and broke the scimitar that he relied on to become famous.

"Let me come back for three years." The owner of the scimitar said to the young man in green shirts.

When the young man in the green shirt heard this, he was slightly stunned, the wine on his lips appeared slightly, and he smiled: "Okay." ”

Some people died, but not completely......