The Qingcheng disciples in the audience all exclaimed, for fear that this game would be defeated.

And some of the Kunlun disciples on the opposite side shouted: "The sword is gone, what are you going to fight, admit defeat!" ”

Xie Xin looked at the three severed swords on the ground, and said with a wry smile: "The cold iron sword is really powerful, but it won't admit defeat easily, let's continue!" ”

He Sheng snorted coldly: "How can you fight me when your sword is gone?" ”

Xie Xin smiled, pushed forward with both palms on his chest, the whole person looked like a tiger descending from the mountain, and said with a smile: "In addition to swordsmanship, I will also have a set of 'Qinglian Heart Palm', the sword is gone, but I can't lose this time!" ”

Daoist Chisong saw Xie Xin's heart-destroying palm, his face, which had always been indifferent and profound, had a little more sadness, and said to the fire on the left: "Senior brother, you have been competitive for so many years, your competitive temperament has not changed, your heart must be calm, your heart must be calm, this heart palm is against the harmony of heaven, why do you teach Xie Xin." ”

Agni Huo is the youngest of the Qinglian Four Shows, and his temperament is the most intense, but he has great respect for his senior brother, and he said: "Senior brother, then He Sheng has a divine weapon, and we are not allowed to use the Heart Palm, how to say that this palm technique is our Qinglian mastery, as long as it is used in the right way." ”

Akamatsu knew that he was impatient, so he didn't say anything more, and his eyes looked at the field again.

On the field, Xie Xin said the three words of the heart palm, and He Chong of the Kunlun faction was shocked: "Heart palm? I didn't expect the Qinglian Sword Sect to have such kung fu, this name doesn't sound like some famous and decent kung fu. ”

Although He Chong and the others had never seen this palm technique, they knew that it was not a good palm technique to deal with when they heard the name, and said to He Sheng on the field: "Sheng'er, don't underestimate the enemy, and you must not be hit by him." ”

He Sheng heard his father's reminder, and said in his heart: "One inch long, one inch strong, can a pair of palms still have my cold iron sword!" ”

Thinking like this in his heart, he sneered, and stabbed Xie Xin with a cold iron sword, the tip of this He Chong's sword pointed directly at Xie Xin's palms, and made it clear that he used the sword to bully your flesh palms, and see how you fight.

Xie Xin's palm is difficult to defeat the divine soldiers, where his palm power goes, where the cold iron sword goes, he wants to take the enemy in close quarters, He Sheng's "Flying Snow Step" opened the battle circle as soon as he was longitudinal, he was really powerful and had nowhere to go, and he was depressed.

The two of them fought for another twenty moves, and Xie Xin's robe was left by He Sheng with more than a dozen openings, and each time he narrowly avoided the edge of the cold iron sword.

"If it goes on like this, it will be consumed to death, but you can't lose this game, and if you lose the next game, I'm afraid the master won't be able to please you!" Xie Xin thought in his heart, and suddenly there was a way in his mind.

He Sheng fought dozens of moves, but he couldn't make up his mind, he was a little anxious, and the cold iron sword in his hand slashed towards Xia Qiu one sword after another, sword after sword.

Liu Xiao's eyes were sour, and she didn't dare to blink.

In addition to watching these scenes in martial arts movies in TV dramas before, I don't think that today I will be in my eyes, and my heart is like a fire burning, and I am very excited.

It is true that the innate master can release his true qi, but this kind of means is very consuming for the congenital master, He Sheng slashed each sword with sword qi, and with the blessing of the cold iron sword, the power is invisibly three points more powerful.

However, in this way, the consumption of true qi has intensified by more than fifty percent, after all, it has not reached the realm of the Martial King until now.

Li Qiang looked at He Sheng's sword qi and said to Chisong Dao Chang: "The true power of the innate masters is released, and most of them use their qi luck to hit the hands and feet of the body, or the hands or feet or the torso. He was able to attach his true qi to the sword and use the sword to cut out a zhang of energy, and it seemed that he was not far from the Martial King. ”

Chiyang bowed slightly: "Yes!" However, he uses it like this, it is extremely exhausting of true qi, he is in the same realm as Xie Xin, and if it lasts like this, the outcome is unpredictable. ”

In the field, one of the two people was angry with the sword, and the other stepped on the Qinglian sword step to dodge left and right, the palms condensed the cyan true qi, and the palms of the two palms used the heart palm in a row, and the palms emitted a series of blue and black qi, hitting He Sheng's sword qi.

There were some disciples on the field, their fists clenched, and they looked even more nervous than the two martial artists on the field.

Suddenly, He Sheng shouted and shouted: "Thank you, eat my move 'Divine Sword Rises Mountain'." ”

After that, the cold iron sword in his hand turned into a slash, this style is the thirteen swords of Kunlun, a more powerful move, with the power of the divine sword to turn the mountain, a sword to cut down, the mountain can be broken.

He Sheng didn't want to continue the ink with Xie Xin, and planned to use the sharpness of the cold iron sword to suppress him directly.

Xie Xin saw that he used the sword move of the Kunlun Thirteen Swords again, his heart tightened, and he replied: "Then you can also eat my move." ”

Hearing only a "whoosh", a black object shot towards He Sheng with a wave of cyan qi from Xie Xin's hand.

He Sheng's sword move was completed, and with a sword split, the black object was cut in half after just resisting it.

At this moment, a blue-black palm from the bottom up, unexpectedly broke through He Sheng's sword qi and attacked He Sheng's chest, all this happened too fast, between the lightning and flint, that palm was about to fall on He Sheng's shoulder.

Who knew that He Sheng's move was half of it and was forcibly put back, his whole body's true qi was concentrated on his feet, Feixue stepped out, and with an extremely tricky figure, he slid past Xie Xin's palm, and with a backhand sword, the cold iron sword was already hanging on Xie Xin's neck.

Everyone below was stunned, and the gratitude that was about to win was hung around the neck by a long sword in just such a move.

The reversal was too fast, and those Qingcheng Sect disciples, their mouths were wide open, and they were waiting for He Sheng to fall and celebrate this victory, who knew that He Sheng actually won, and he opened his mouth wide and stayed where he didn't move.

The entire old face of the Flame Dao Elder in the hall turned red, and he sighed heavily and stopped talking.

He Sheng withdrew the cold iron sword and said coldly: "Do you think that if a sword hilt leaks some of my sword qi, your heart palm can hit me?" I only used fifty percent of my strength for that trick, and I had to wait for you to send it to the door! ”

Xie Xin touched his neck with a hint of coldness and smiled bitterly: "Brother He is not only powerful in swordsmanship, but also in intelligence, I am not wronged in losing, I admit defeat!" ”

He Sheng sneered: "Don't admit defeat? Your head is gone. ”

In the face of He Sheng's cynicism, Xie Xin was not angry, and stepped off the stage with a fist.

Li Qiang saw that the two had won or lost, and said loudly: "In the second game, the Kunlun faction won!" ”

The Kunlun faction was in full swing, and the disciples of the Qingcheng faction were full of anger, and the head of the sect did not speak, and they did not dare to scold without permission to avoid being punished afterwards.

He Chong was in a good mood when he saw his son returning from victory, and told him to rest well, so he walked slowly towards the competition platform.

The Qingcheng disciples looked at He Chong's smug appearance, and they dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, they couldn't afford to provoke the half-step Martial Venerable Sect Master.

Liu Xiao looked at the chief of Chisong Dao next to him with a calm face, and lost the second game but had no expression on his face, and couldn't help but praise secretly: "This old way, the mood is really strong." ”

Qingyang Dao Leader looked at He Chong on the field, and said solemnly to the Flame Dao Leader next to him: "Senior brother, remember not to be careless, none of the three saints of Kunlun are in vain. ”

The Agni Dao Leader just responded, stepped on the "Qinglian Sword Step" like a flying sword, and arrived at the martial arts arena with a "whoosh".