On the field, the two of them fought more and more fiercely, suddenly on the ground in short combat, and suddenly in the air to compete with the sword, all kinds of light and shadow swept around, dazzling.

An Forgetfulness was desperate to win, but he couldn't, he looked a little irritable, and beads of sweat ran down his forehead.

Pu Chaoying never took the initiative to attack, but he just saw the moves, and attacked instead of defending, but he was at ease, the little young and heroic posture, and the fairy family style was full, which provoked the female disciples of the Dragonfly Jade Palace to cheer wow, and their faces were full of admiration.

Only Yan Mo's face was expressionless, his eyes were like water, his face was like frost, and he had an expression of staying out of the matter.

Wu Xiaoyi, the little junior sister beside her, asked her softly, "Senior Sister Yan, what is the name of this person?" ”

Wu Xiaoyi is the youngest cultivator in the Dragonjade Palace, she is only fifteen years old this year, and she is not qualified to participate in the Seven Sects Competition, so she signed up voluntarily, so she begged Qi Mu'er to bring her to a long experience.

Her cultivation was very low, and it was useless to stay in the palace, so Qi Mu'er agreed to her.

She is small and exquisite, low in height, thin in figure, one size smaller than ordinary people, but her two pairs of eyes are extraordinarily large, and her eyelashes are very flowery, which looks pure and lovely.

At this time, her big eyes were flickering looking at Pu Chaoying, who was fighting fiercely, and her small mouth was slightly open, she was already stupid.

Yan Mo said: "I only heard the surname Pu, but I didn't hear the name clearly." ”

Wu Xiaoyi went to ask other senior sisters again.

Yan Mo looked at Ren Zifei, who was sitting beside Yuyan Zhenren, and saw him looking at the ring with demented eyes, and couldn't help but think, he was born to fly, and he didn't know what level he had cultivated now, and he would definitely see it later.

Ren Zifei looked at the two people fighting on the field, and his heart was both happy and sad.

I was glad that I didn't expect the third brother to be so powerful, and after a few years of practice, he was simply reborn.

Sadly, he was also born in the Immortal Post and practiced on Magpie Mountain, and he was one year older than him, so his cultivation was very different from him.

What's even more embarrassing is that he only has some moves at present, although he has trained for some time in Xu Qingya's way, he has a lot of experience, and he has made great progress, but he has not yet practiced sword qi and sword mang, and he can only fight in close combat, not attack from a distance.

Of the people present, except for ordinary disciples, there is probably no one worse than him.

After a while, if the opponent uses sword qi and sword light to attack, he can't get close to the opponent, and he is beaten by others and flees in embarrassment, shouldn't he laugh to death?

frowned, looked towards the crowd of Airen Temple, and saw a small bald head sandwiched between several big bald heads, and was also looking timidly towards this side, looking at each other, hurriedly deviating, it seems that the other party is also lacking confidence.

The two of them in the ring fought inextricably, and the moves of forgetting danger became more and more ruthless and dangerous, but they were easily resolved by Pu Chaoying, either avoiding or blocking, just defending, and not fighting back.

Yi Jinxiu knows that this lover is stronger than defense and weak in attack, if he wants to win, it is unlikely, but it is not easy to lose, and he has fought for so many times, forcing the other party into chaos, and losing his demeanor, even if he loses, it is not a shame, after all, there is a huge difference in strength between the two.

Yuyan Zhenren also pinched his beard proudly and smiled, but Jiang Zhongyu's face became more and more ugly, and he said in his heart, it is better to admit defeat as soon as possible and leave some dignity for himself.

Suddenly, I heard An Wangwei shouting, the sound moved the mountains, and I saw the sword in his hand dancing wildly, dancing out of a ball of light and shadow with countless spikes, as the sword flew out, stabbing directly at Pu Chaoying, and the people also followed to fly towards Pu Chaoying, attacking with both hands in a row, and a ball of light like a flame rotated towards Pu Ying.

People, swords, and shadows come out together, this is completely a desperate style of play, Rao is Pu Chaoying has a tight defense, and it is really difficult to resist this move.

Everyone exclaimed, Yi Jinxiu was furious, slapped the arm of the chair, and was about to fly up to rescue his beloved disciple.

Pu Chaoying is peaceful by nature, does not like to kill, and is generally on the defensive with his moves.

Attacking has the advantage of attacking, attacking the enemy will be saved, and it can catch the opponent off guard.

Keeping also has the advantage of guarding, waiting for work with ease, responding to changes with no change, preserving one's own strength, and consuming the strength of the other party.

After all, the dominance of the offense is in their own hands, and the move is changed, and the chest has been prepared, while the dominance of the defense is in the hands of the opponent, if the prediction is not accurate, or the reaction is not timely, it will give the opponent a chance.

Pu Chaoying didn't expect An Wangwei to make such a ruthless move, all around his body were within the opponent's attack range, his strength was so great and fast that he suffocated his chest and almost fainted.

But he has extraordinary calmness, he is not panicked, his hands and feet are not messy, his mind is clear, he instantly sees the situation of friend and foe, he can't avoid it, and he doesn't have so much power if he blocks it.

Between the lightning and flint, he swept his sword, flicked those swords to change direction, one collided with the other, and two of them turned their heads and stabbed back at An Wang.

As An Wangwei's body was rushing, and his reaction was slow, the two sword rays pierced his left and right shoulders, and the injury fell to the ground, and the mana dissipated.

Pu Chaoying got out of trouble, slowly landed on the ground, leaned over to help An Wangwei, and said, "Senior Brother An, are you okay?" ”

An Wangwei snorted and said, "It's okay! ”

Pushing away Pu Chaoying, he struggled to stand up.

His shoulders were wounded, and his arms hung limply like noodles, and he could not pick up the sword that had fallen to the ground, so he stomped on the hilt, and the sword flew up, turned around in the air, and plunged its tip into the scabbard on his back, and walked down the stage in indignation.

Wu Xiaoyi in the crowd was in a cold sweat, his face was pale, and he breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and said in a low voice: "You are going to kill someone, you hurt yourself, and you are so angry, it's so interesting!" ”

Ren Zifei ran to Pu Chaoying, held his shoulder and asked with concern, "Third brother, are you okay?" ”

In a hurry, he forgot that this was a public occasion and called Pu Chaoying's "third brother", but I don't know if Yuyan heard it.

Pu Chaoying smiled and said, "I'm fine." ”

Yi Jinxiu's buttocks had already left the seat, and when he saw that his lover was fine, he sat down again and said loudly: "We are all righteous, this is a family, the competition is just to learn skills, how can we fight with our lives like this?" If we go on like this, we don't need the devil to destroy me, and we will destroy ourselves completely! ”

Jiang Zhongyu's face couldn't hold back, and he hurriedly got up and saluted: "It's Jiang who has no way to teach him, and I'm really ashamed, I'll punish him for three years when I go back!" ”

Looking at the frustrated An Wangwei shouted: "Go back, isn't it embarrassing?" ”

An Wangwei seemed to be unconvinced, snorted, covered his left and right shoulders with both hands, and walked down the mountain.

Yuyan Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Since you have elected me as the deputy leader of the alliance to take care of the affairs of the seven factions, I can't let this happen again. ”

Everyone bowed their heads and said, "Yes!" ”

After a turmoil, the competition went on as usual.

No. 11 is Wu Zisang of Li Yuan against Crocodile Pond.

Wu Zisang was less than twenty years old, and his cultivation time was not as long as Li Yuan's, so this fight was very easy, and Wu Zisang was powerless to parry under Li Yuan's rush and fell out of the ring.

Ren Zifei couldn't help but panic, and he really regretted that he had signed up in the first place.

In fact, he didn't have to participate in this competition, when Yuyan Zhenren asked him: "Zifei nephew, do you want to sign up?" ”

He was momentarily embarrassed and couldn't answer.

Yuyan is really humane: "The focus is on participation, let's report." ”

And he reported.

Now that I think about it, I was a joke.

In a trance, when he heard the deacon mention his name, he stood up involuntarily in shock, as if he couldn't wait to play.

The eyes of the audience were on him, five years ago, he became a hot figure in the righteous path, born to fly, and at the age of twelve, the leader of the demon path who was invincible, all wanted to see the clever methods of this little alliance leader.

Ren Zifei stood up, saw countless eyes shooting at him in unison, his face turned red, and he sat down again.

All the scriptures are puzzled, what is going on?

Yuyan Zhenren turned to Ren Zifei and said, "Zifei nephew, it's your turn!" ”

Ren Zifei said oh oh twice, got up and left his seat, and saw that over there in Airen Temple, the beautiful monk walked out with a bright little bald head.

The two walked to meet at the steps of the ring, both looking timidly, and then sensitively turning their gazes, as shy as a pair of brides and grooms about to enter the cave room.

Say "please" to each other, and walk up the steps together, because the steps are very narrow, both of them lower their heads again, their foreheads touch together, and they retreat down the steps together.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and Yuyan Zhenren glanced at Yuan Kuo and shook his head with a wry smile.

Yuan Kuo smiled and said, "It's important to participate, it's important to participate!" ”

Ren Zifei touched his forehead, made a gesture of please, and said, "Senior Brother Zhimei, please!" ”

Monk Zhimei also touched his forehead, made the same gesture, and said, "Senior Brother Ren, please!" ”

The two got into the ring, stood still at a distance, and with a bang, they said "please" to each other again, and drew their swords together.

The most beautiful monk made the first move, a sword slashed, and a green mang stabbed through the air, although the strength was slightly immature, but it also looked good, and everyone couldn't help but cheer.

Ren Zifei couldn't hit the sword, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only float away to avoid it.

The beautiful monk rushed to attack, and the sword flashed, forcing Ren Zifei to flee in embarrassment, as he expected in advance, people could shoot the sword.

Fortunately, the ring is not small, and fortunately, the sword of the most beautiful monk is not long enough, and the changes are limited, and the strength is weak, otherwise Ren Zifei would have been forced to the stage.

Ren Zifei suddenly had an idea, his flying skills are good, it is better to fly into the air to fight him, the space is infinite, and he doesn't have to worry about falling off the ring, so he swoops into the air.

He used to be a beautiful monk will also fly into the air, but he didn't expect him to still stand in the ring, brandishing a long sword to fight in the sky, but this time he can't take a little advantage, the sword can't reach Ren Zifei, so anxious that he sweats profusely, panting, it turns out that he can't fly, so he has to run around in the ring, chasing Ren Zifei in the air, just like a child in the mountains chasing pheasants, looking extremely funny.

However, Ren Zifei could only guarantee not to be hit by the other party, but he couldn't help the other party, as soon as he lowered his height, the most beautiful sword swept over, and he couldn't get close at all.