Jiangnan Yizhou City Dengjian Conference Venue

Just when the end of the sword was about to pierce into the chest, it suddenly stopped, everyone in the audience pinched their sweat, Ye Qianqiu was almost about to leave the field to forcibly stop the game, although there was a blessing of life and death, but after all, he still didn't want any players to worry about their lives.

That Situ Zhao was suddenly frozen in place and motionless, he was surprised in his heart, this Mo Yuqing's fingers had not touched him at all, and when had he been pointed.

Miao Chenglan on the seat couldn't help but smile when he saw this situation: "A point in the air? Have you already practiced to such a level, it seems that it is the right decision for you to go out and travel. She gently stroked Miao Xian'er's head beside her, and couldn't help but feel proud in her heart.

"You've lost."

Mo Yuqing's fingers were firm, and it was probably at the last moment that the sword stabbed him that he completed a complete set of acupoint kung fu. Situ Zhao had a little anger in his eyes, resisted the paralysis in his body, gritted his teeth and said, "It's not over yet!" Oriental Seven Nights, Meng Zhang! ”

"No!"

On the stage, Ji Qiyu suddenly shouted anxiously, but it seemed that he was a step too late after all, and Situ Zhao, who was still forcibly exercising his luck after his whole body was sealed with qi and blood, immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, and only heard the faint sound of the people in the medical pavilion rescuing him.

"The first competition is over, because the Four Elephant Swordsman - Situ Zhao has lost his ability to fight, and the winner of this game is: Yao Chi Holy Hand - Mo Yuqing!"

As soon as Ye Qianqiu's words fell, thunderous applause suddenly sounded in the venue, especially the excitement of that Miao Xian'er's shouting.

Yun Musheng also smiled as expected, but Mo Yuqing took a heavy breath, and saw that the face of the sect master Miao Chenglan not far away had returned to his former kind eyebrows, and the big stone in his heart fell instantly, just to reflect on the competition, this sword conference is really not a place for child's play.

As soon as Mo Yuqing got off the field, everyone in Yanyulou quickly cleaned up the ring, without delaying a point, Ye Qianqiu stepped forward again to draw lots, and there were two missing wooden cards from the two people who had already fought in the turntable, and the pointer turned again among the remaining six wooden cards.

If the result of this lottery is not drawn in public, it will definitely make people suspect that there is an inside story, and the two people who played in the second game happened to be from the Wu'an Jinghong Hall and the Marquis of Xiaoyao Mansion as sworn enemies.

The madmen - Tie Lu Han and Hou Fu Tianxue - Fu Shu were secretly happy in their hearts, and when they heard this result, they couldn't wait to fly into the ring.

"Humph! The mongrels of the Hou Mansion can stand firm, wait for your grandfather and I will wipe your neck! ”

"It's worthy of being a shocking person, and his mouth is as stinky as your kung fu."

As soon as the two came on the stage, they began to verbally attack each other, and everyone in the audience watched the excitement and started to commend the fire, but at this time, Yun Musheng always faintly felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him, but whenever he looked back, there was only an excited audience.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Yuqing, who had suffered some flesh wounds on the side and was being bandaged by Tan Weiyang, asked.

Yun Musheng shook his head slightly, maybe it was just his own illusion. The chime began to ring, and the moment it rang for the third time, the two quickly scuffled together, and the stadium became a tsunami again at this moment.

It was at this moment that Yun Musheng felt as if he had been hit by something like a projectile on his back, and he looked at the ground, which was a ball of paper that had been rolled into a projectile-like shape, and after opening it, the contents of it made Yun Musheng's anger spontaneously.

I saw that it was written: "For the sake of the master's order, you will abstain from the sword conference." - Cloud Broken Branch. ”

What kind of person did he dare to joke with Yun Musheng's long-deceased teacher, he turned his head and looked angrily, only to see a person dressed in Huayun Gate uniform slipping out of the side door.

Yun Musheng immediately chased out the door with a sword, except for Hua Xiaoqi and Mo Yuqing, as well as Tan Weiyang, who was bandaging Mo Yuqing, no one should have paid attention to this slight change, after all, the excitement of the duel between Tie Lu Han and Fu Shu was enough to attract everyone's attention.

Jiangnan, Yizhou City, Tixilin

Yun Musheng chased him all the way to a tree-lined path outside the venue, and gradually saw the back of the man, and without saying a word, a sword qi stabbed towards him. But not only did the man not dodge, but he turned around and knocked Yun Musheng back more than a dozen steps with a sword. "Hmph, I really can't beat you when the old man can't beat you."

The man took off his cloak and mask, and a familiar middle-aged man's face appeared in front of Yun Musheng.

"Great... Archdeacon? ”

Yun Musheng was surprised, he never expected to see this deacon who was the first to be expelled from the sect by Hua Yun here again.

Yun Feng straightened his clothes, put the sword into the scabbard and snorted: "The old man is not a deacon for a long time, then Huayun has lost me, but your master Yun Zhizhi has not, the old man came this time, just to let you quickly abstain from this sword conference!" ”

When Yun Musheng heard this, resentment arose again in his heart, this Yun Feng had suppressed himself in various ways since Yun Zhizhi's death, and now he had been expelled from the division, but he still had to come to obstruct it.

"Impossible, Master's Thousand Bird Sword, I, Yun Musheng, have decided it! At the beginning, you privately took Chidori to Yanyu Tower as one of the rewards for the leader of the Sword Climbing Conference, and now I want to take it back with my strength, but you want to obstruct it, do you want to hand over Master's sword to outsiders? What are your intentions? ”

Yun Musheng shouted categorically towards Yun Feng.

Yun Feng had already expected that Yun Musheng would never give up because of his words, so he began to slowly explain the reason:

"I won't hand over the sword of the eldest brother to you, and naturally I won't give it to anyone, the person who has me in the top eight will naturally hand over the sword to me after he wins the championship, but now the situation has changed, according to my investigation, there are people from the Sun Pavilion mixed in this sword conference, and the danger naturally does not need to be said by the old man, as for Chidori, the old man has another way to steal it, in short, you will abstain now!"

When Yun Musheng heard this, he thought in his heart, when he was in Huayun more than two years ago, the bloodstains left by the Hidden Sun Pavilion in the main hall of Huayun are still faintly visible, and the terrifying scene of the departure of his relatives with such flesh and blood has sounded a wake-up call in Yun Musheng's heart.

"The old man admits that you are indeed talented, and you can feel from the old man of the sword that you have improved by leaps and bounds in the past few months, but you can cover the Sun Pavilion, it is definitely not something you can resist, go and retire." This may be the gentlest words Yun Feng has ever said to Yun Musheng in his life, and it is the first time that this always strict archdeacon has spoken to someone in such a tone.

The bloody scene still appeared in Yun Musheng's mind, but at the same time, Master Yun Zhizhi no longer had a warm body, Senior Aunt Yun Zhimei's broken arm, and the chest of the Northern Immortal Jade Chen Sanqi was also vividly vivid, and the resentment brought by these pictures finally overwhelmed the fear brought by the strength of the Sun Covering Pavilion.

The breeze blew through the tips of his hair, and Yun Musheng slowly raised his head and said to Yun Feng resolutely: "Master and Senior Aunt fought with the Sun Covering Pavilion until the last moment, even if they knew that they would die, they still exhausted their last lives to protect Hua Yun.

There is a young knight who has mediocre martial arts, but in front of his beloved and companions, he did not hesitate to die in the mood for himself in the face of an enemy who was a hundred times stronger than himself, and he wanted me to retreat? No way! Isn't the Occult Pavilion able to cover the red sun, I want to be the sword that pierces the clouds and sees the sun. ”

After speaking, Yun Musheng left without looking back, Yun Feng saw that the young man in front of him was stubborn, and was just about to take out his sword to subdue him by force, but Yun Musheng suddenly stopped and turned around and took out a jade pendant, which was placed in front of Yun Feng's eyes, which was the jade pendant symbolizing Deacon Huayun that was captured from his waist after the battle with Yun Feng at that time.

"This jade pendant was given to you by the master himself at that time, and now it is in my hands, seeing this jade is like seeing the master himself, if you still have the slightest respect for my master, I will order you to step down in the name of the master!"

Yun Feng saw that there was no more way to do this jade pendant, so he had to sigh and look at the back of Yun Musheng leaving, this figure and Fang Cai's tone of voice were exactly the same as Yun Zhizhi, perhaps, this young man, he can really create miracles.