Field C

Yun Xiaotian pointed to the brocade robe on his body and said, "Senior Brother Wei, I don't know if you have this brocade robe with you?" ”

Wei Ting sighed and said, "Senior Brother Yun, do you want to press the treasure separately?" ”

Yun Xiaotian said: "That's right, if Xiaotian wins by luck, can you give it back to me?" ”

Wei Ting glanced around Yun Xiaotian, "Then if I win, what can you give me?" That discus? ”

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Many people in the audience laughed, and at this moment, a yellow sword light crossed the sky, and with a click, a black sword was inserted straight in front of Yun Xiaotian, and Qin Lizhi said in a crisp voice: "Mo Qi - a low-grade immortal sword, just bet on it with Senior Brother Wei!" ”

"Shhh...... Immortals! ”

"Bing Gu is really rich, what kind of clothes can that be compared to this?"

"That's unwise!"

"It's just a piece of clothing."

"This Wei Pavilion is a genuine Ten Qing Imperial Thunder Realm, is it so confident?"

Wei Ting smiled heartily, "Senior brother and sister, it's really courageous, then I will reluctantly agree to you as a brother~"

Wei Ting slowly drew his sword, the world's sword cultivation is headed by the fairy sword, and the fairy sword is headed by Xishu Mountain, Xishu Mountain's thousands of years of spiritual power research and swordsmanship inheritance have brought the sword to the peak of the realm, and every disciple who can enter the seven peaks of Xishu Sword Mountain is a first-class genius.

For Wei Ting, who was rising with the fairy sword, a Yun Xiaotian with scrap iron in his hand was somewhat ridiculous.

There is a familiar figure in the audience, Sun Changxiao keeps shouting, and has opened the odds to nine to one, but there is still no one to press the 'discus fairy'.

In the crowd, Zhao Liushou struggled to squeeze to the side of Twelve Fingered Sword Mountain and the others, looked at the slender figure beside him, and said, "Senior Sister Qin?" Xiaotian told me about you, you ...... You really look like a fairy! ”

Zhou Xinrui was annoyed all of a sudden, twisted his neck, pointed to Qin Lizhi in front of him and said, "She is Senior Sister Qin." ”

"Ahhh......h Oh? ”

Zhao Liushou scratched his head, but fortunately, Senior Sister Qin's eyes were on the stone platform.

Lift up~

With a crisp sword roar, the blue spiritual power was brilliant, and Wei Ting used all his strength to raise his hand, and a sword arc that could cut through mountains slashed down.

Yun Xiaotian was running freely, the black soul power and the golden spirit power in his body kept rolling, his body kept rising, until he was eight or nine zhang high, he turned the discus in his hand, and scattered his sword arc vividly.

"What? Eighty-nine Xuangong? ”

"How did he know the true trick of Buddhism?"

"No, this breath is completely wrong, there is no majesty of Buddhism, and it is a little ...... The feeling of killing. ”

Wei Ting was slapped away by his palm to disperse the sword qi true yuan, his heart trembled slightly, he was able to resist the sword technique of Xishu Mountain, there are only eight or nine Xuangong of Buddhism and the secret method of the bone clan of the barbarian domain in the world, but how did the person in front of him do it? How could this nondescript spiritual power be eight or nine Xuangong?

When Yun Xiaoangel came out of this method, almost all of the Twelve Fingered Sword Mountain and the others looked at Hua He, and everyone was puzzled, how could Senior Brother Hua even dare to pass on this? And the latter just put his palms together and smiled slightly.

Yun Xiaotian smashed Wei Ting's sword qi again, but the golden body also shook slightly, Wei Ting suppressed the surging qi and blood and smiled coldly, he pinched the sword trick with his fingers, and there was a sudden wind and thunder on the stone platform, the thunder flashed in the sky, and the rolling dark clouds pressed towards this side, he put the fairy sword in his hand on his chest, and a bucket-like electric light poured down between the dark clouds.

Among the ten realms of Yuqing, it is the most difficult to cultivate in the Thunder Realm, and it is also the strongest in this realm.

With a click, in the midst of the surging wind and clouds, a sword with thunder rolled towards him.

The golden body was scattered by a sword, and the man fell from a great height.

Ahem.

Yun Xiaotian supported the ground with one palm, coughed violently, and a trace of dirty blood had overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Wei Ting said, "Senior Brother Yun, isn't it time to end?" If you do it again, it will be difficult for your brother to save your life. "With his spiritual power cultivation, it is also very difficult to use the Thunder Realm to attract the heavenly thunder.

Yun Xiaotian got up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's over?" You've had enough, it's time for me to get moving,"

"You? ……”

Wei Ting couldn't believe that his golden body was broken, and he could still stand up.

Yun Xiaotian slowly closed his eyes, the strong wind suddenly rose, blowing his brocade clothes and long hair, the spiritual power between heaven and earth swayed like water, and a green spiritual power ripple spread out with his body as the center, click! A reed by the lake was broken, Yun Xiaotian's finger was lightly drawn, and the reed slowly floated into his hand, he waved the reed lightly, pointed with his hand, spoke, and said:

"It's just thunder, I'll also have a little, and I will ask my senior brother to taste it."

"What?" Wei Ting looked at him incredulously.

Yun Xiaotian pinched the sword trick and moved the reed in his hand, and the dark cloud condensed again, click! A thunderbolt fell into the reed branches, Yun Xiaotian's wrist flickered, and the gray arc flashed with golden rays, shattering the stone platform inch by inch, and slashing towards Wei Ting's majestic slash, a flesh-like muffled sound came, and Wei Ting was knocked away by the thunder.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"The withered sword can also trigger the heavenly thunder?"

There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, and the most surprising thing was the disciples of Xishu Sword Mountain, all of them with their mouths wide open, and the master had warned them countless times, the cultivation of the Thunder Realm and the Yipin Spirit Sword were indispensable to lead the thunder, and that person was just a reed in his hand, how did he do it?

Wei Ting vomited blood, pointed at Yun Xiaotian, and said, "You...... You...... How do you know how to resist thunder? ”

Yun Xiaotian said with a smile: "Senior Brother Wei, you are really clumsy, I have already told you, my name is thunder trick, is it possible that the techniques related to thunder are all your Xishu Mountain?" ”

The crowd in the audience reacted and shouted loudly:

"Yes, yes!"

"You can't bully others."

"Isn't Xishu Sword Mountain great?"

……

Wei Ting pointed at him and gasped, "I'...... I must not keep you. He raised his long sword, and one after another slashed towards Yun Xiaotian again.

The latter's fingers flicked, his wrist knocked on the reeds, and the magnificent gray sword qi and the blue sword qi collided, as soon as the two sword qi true yuan came into contact, the gray sword qi wrapped it, constantly tumbling and corroding, the sword qi came to him, he raised his finger and flicked, and the already thin spiritual power clicked into wisps of green smoke.

Wei Ting took a few steps back violently, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then shook his head frantically, "No...... No way...... How is this possible? Dry Kendo...... You...... How did you do that? ”

Yun Xiaotian said: "Senior Brother Wei, you are too lonely and unheard. ”

Yun Xiaotian's wrist was a little, and a green sword qi slashed towards him, that sword qi was vibrant, full of green, without a trace of murderous aura, Wei Ting raised his sword to block, and the green spiritual power followed the sword body, spreading to his fingers, climbing upwards like an old vine, until the entire arm, the green qi penetrated into the skin, and then turned into the dead qi of the Dao.

"Ahh

Wei Ting let out a cry of pain, his long sword was taken off, and his other hand was holding the injured arm that was immediately tightened.

"My hand...... You ......"

Yun Xiaotian said coldly: "Senior Brother Wei, if you don't admit defeat, my next sword will not be able to protect your life." ”

Wei Ting still pointed at him, you, you, you kept thinking, and he was sweating profusely.

"Thunderbolt."

This name is ridiculous, Yun Xiaotian just shouted it on purpose, and his movements were not imposing, but Wei Ting was still slashed out by a thunderbolt.

Yun Xiaotian used up this trick, and the great joy in his body was actually exhausted, but he didn't expect it to be like this, that Wei Ting was still dying, he suddenly threw away the reed in his hand, took out the discus and slammed it towards Wei Ting, without spiritual power, he still had strength.

It doesn't matter if you lose, Wei Ting actually wants to admit defeat directly, but if he admits defeat to a small sect disciple who is not well-known, I am afraid that after he goes back, he will not be able to raise his head.

"Senior Brother Wei, when you were in the Thundering Domain of the South China Sea, do you remember those swords?"

Yun Xiaotian picked up the discus and smashed it at him.

Bang bang bang

That brutal scene was staged again, and unlike the surprise of the disciples of Xishu Sword Mountain, a thunderous shout sounded from the audience again.

"Discus Immortal ......"

"Roar~"

"Discus Fairy."

Wei Ting pretended to be like a pig's head, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his eyes were squinting together, and his real head was rounded, Yun Xiaotian still kept smashing, and he didn't stop until he was exhausted, and he couldn't help but sigh: The skull of this disciple of Xishu Sword Mountain is really harder than ordinary people.

He gasped twice to regain some strength, and was about to raise his hand to continue smashing, but the old man who was guarding couldn't stand it anymore, and he raised his hand and knocked the discus in his hand away with a spiritual power.

"Alright, the old man announced...... You win. ”

Looking at Wei Ting, who had fallen beyond recognition, he was lying on the ground limp all of a sudden, leaning on his back, and a feeling of drowsiness hit his brain.

"Xiao Tian."

Lan Yi flew up and hugged him into his arms.

In the midst of the countless shouts and the lamentations of the disciples of Xishu Sword Mountain, a woman in white walked out of the crowd, and she was already in tears at this time.

"Brother Xiaotian, I finally ...... Found you. ”

Lan Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked him up and walked in the direction of Yan Yulou.

In the distant sky, an old man in a linen ragged robe had tears rolling in his eyes, "There can be such a genius in the world, God, I will never stop withering the sword gate!" ”

Zhao Liushou was still staring blankly at the empty stone platform, and muttered in his mouth: "Senior Brother Xiaotian...... You are...... How...... In a battle, I actually practiced ten years lower than me! ”

Not only Zhao Liushou, but the older generation of powerhouses who were watching this competition in the dark were secretly shocked: "The withered sword can actually lead thunder, I really saw it." ”

"People say, that's called thunder."

"Thunder?"

Burst! Someone has already laughed.

"What a slap in the face!"

"There are so many ways to borrow the power of thunder in the world, but Xishu Mountain always thinks that his spiritual sword leads the thunder to the first in the world, what is the result? His own genius disciple was defeated by someone with a wooden stick and a thunderbolt, and he was beaten into a pig's head by scrap iron, which is really, ridiculous and funny. ”