The two were indistinguishable for a while.

"It is worthy of being a well-known and surnamed master in the tomb, and his strength is really strong!" Everyone in the West Factory turned their heads to the ear canal.

The ring was really angry, Zhou Jiqing and Zhou Shuqing didn't know how many tricks they had made, and even the spectators were terrified by the danger.

In this kind of hand-to-hand combat, as long as one move is missing, the opponent may be caught by the opportunity and thus decide the victory.

Zhou Shuqing suddenly let out a long roar, and his body transformed into dozens of figures, surrounding Zhou Jiqing.

Obviously, this was formed by the exercises cultivated in the Minhui Realm, and Zhou Shuqing had always been very proud of his body.

Zhou Jiqing was also shaken, but he only conjured up five figures, which was far inferior to Zhou Shuqing.

It's just that Zhou Jiqing is not in a hurry, he pointed at the sword, pointing out that the sword is out, and the sword moves are sometimes majestic and righteous, sometimes tricky and weird, blocking the ring rulers that attack from all directions.

Zhou Shuqing's figure retreated quickly, and when the figure stopped, it had already converged into one person, he looked at Zhou Jiqing's face and said solemnly: "Fourth brother, has your strength reached this level?" ”

"Each other, each other." Zhou Jiqing said calmly.

Many Xichang eunuchs under the ring have bitter faces, because the gap is too big, and the three people in the tomb are not comparable to them.

Wrong!

Maybe there's one more.

They couldn't help but set their eyes on Lu Yun.

"It's a pity, I want to win this game, and I don't think you want to lose either." Zhou Shuqing looked at Zhou Jiqing and said slowly.

Zhou Jiqing's face was calm, since he practiced martial arts, he had never admitted defeat except for facing Zhou Boqing.

His face was serious, and he pointed at the void.

"Shuqing is going to be serious." Zhou Zhongqing looked at Zhou Shuqing in the ring and said with a smile.

The rest of the tomb watched in silence.

The smile on Zhou Shuqing's face was retracted, and the cyan clothes had water vapor escaping out, and the uncovered skin of the clothes had dried up, like a cracked field.

The escaping water vapor suddenly converged back, and with more water vapor, Zhou Shuqing's body began to rot, like the sticky mud of the swamp.

"This is the swamp physique of the third brother." Zhou Zhongqing looked at the surrounding tombs with puzzled expressions on their faces, and opened his mouth to explain.

Zhou Jiqing didn't rush to attack, he just watched Zhou Shuqing's changes vigilantly.

"Haha!" Uncle Zhou grinned, and mud dripped.

Swish!

Zhou Shuqing's entire body collapsed like a swamp, turning into a swamp, and the swamp spread forward violently.

With the movement of the swamp, he also appeared in front of Zhou Jiqing in an instant.

"What a speed!" Everyone was suddenly shocked.

Obviously, after Zhou Jiqing became in this strange state, his speed increased again.

Zhou Jiqing was not taken by Zhou Shuqing's speed, and the moment the latter arrived, his sword pointed out.

With the sharp true qi, he stabbed towards Zhou Shuqing.

For Zhou Jiqing's fatal finger, Zhou Shuqing didn't pay attention to it, and let the sword finger fall on his chest.

Burst!

The True Qi carried by the sword finger pierced straight through the chest to the back, and a bit of mud splashed out, but no blood was seen.

Not good!

Zhou Jiqing's face changed slightly, but Zhou Shuqing's ring ruler fell and hit Zhou Jiqing's head.

Zhou Jiqing was in a hurry, but there was no panic, and his left hand was also condensed into a sword finger, trying to block the ring ruler.

It's just that the ring ruler is also like a small swamp, and the sword finger passes through the ring ruler, which can't play any role.

The ring ruler hardened again and landed on Zhou Jiqing's head.

Bang!

Zhou Jiqing was pulled out of the ring and rolled out on the ground, smashed into the ring, and was about to fall out of the ring, he scratched the stone slab with his right hand before stopping at the edge of the ring.

This ring ruler didn't break his head, it was because he defended his head with his true qi.

But Rao was like this, Zhou Jiqing's mouth and nose had blood overflowing, and he shook his head to recover a little from his dizzy state.

Zhou Shuqing's whole body turned into a swamp, looking more like a monster than a person, he just calmly looked at Zhou Jiqing who was in a bad situation.

I didn't even have the idea of chasing after the victory, because there was no need for it.

Everyone under the ring also looked at Zhou Shuqing in dismay.

Zhou Jiqing's sword aimed at the heart just now actually had no effect, could it be that Zhou Shuqing formed this state and no longer had any harm that could hurt him?

Zhou Jiqing felt dizzy, but he was still laughing: "Ah, I really envy you people with special physiques, but unfortunately I don't." ”

Uncle Zhou snorted coldly: "No need, if I have a choice, I would rather not have this so-called swamp physique." ”

"I can only practice exercises and martial arts related to this, and if I am not careful, it will have an impact on my physique, and it is normal to break my hands and feet when I was a child."

"There are gains and losses."

Zhou Jiqing didn't smile, he just said with a solemn face: "If you didn't give me a chance to breathe just now, I might have to fall out of the ring and lose this one, why stop?" ”

Zhou Shuqing raised his eyebrows and said, "Because I haven't finished my fun." ”

"Interesting." Zhou Jiqing wiped the blood between his mouth and nose with his sleeve, stood up, and gently patted the sword box behind his back.

A stubby, jet-black sword shot out of its case.

Everyone looked fixedly at the black sword that fell into Zhou Jiqing's hand, the sword was two feet long and two fingers wide, and it looked inconspicuous.

"You're finally out of the sword." Uncle Zhou said with a smile.

"Feel it." After Zhou Jiqing finished speaking, the short sword in his hand stabbed at himself, and the sword disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Uncle Zhou's face was different, and he couldn't see how the short sword had disappeared.

Zhou Jiqing shook his left wrist again, and his sword appeared in his left hand, and then his left hand was thrown up, and then it appeared in his right hand.

"Is this a trick?" Zhou Shuqing was puzzled.

Zhou Jiqing smiled, he didn't speak, and then the whole person disappeared in front of Zhou Shuqing's eyes.

Zhou Shuqing's face showed a look of vigilance, and he looked around.

Is this teleportation?

Zhou Shuqing's face was stunned, but after a while, Zhou Jiqing still did not appear, and the teleportation would definitely appear immediately to leave a figure, and this Zhou Jiqing seemed to have disappeared completely.

Not only Zhou Shuqing, but everyone in the ring was looking for Zhou Jiqing, but they didn't find any trace.

Suddenly, a thin black sword stabbed out of the air on Zhou Shuqing's right, stabbed at Zhou Shuqing's neck, and pierced directly through it.

Mud splashes.

Zhou Shuqing slapped a ring ruler in the direction where the thin sword stabbed from.

Syllable!

The ring ruler wrapped in true qi hit the air and slapped it empty.

Zhou Shuqing was slightly stunned, and the thin black sword on his neck had already been quickly drawn out at some point, and stabbed at his left side again, stabbing into Zhou Shuqing's neck again.