It's a draw!

Looking at Zhang Quan and Li Feng, who both fell to the ground, all the audience didn't react for a long time.

These two guys, the fight is simple and rough, all of them are you punching over, and I palm back, fighting to see who has more strength and whose defense is stronger.

"It's good to be able to do that. ”

Wang Da Hammer was not dissatisfied, although everyone thought that if it wasn't for Li Feng's desperate efforts to hook Zhang Quan off the main battle platform with his feet, Zhang Quan would probably win another game for Tingxue Sword Sect.

But he knew that whether it was the cultivation of the body refining technique or the talent and qualifications, Zhang Quan was much weaker than Li Feng.

If he hadn't broken off drinking his mind at the last moment, he would never have been able to comprehend the essence of the phrase "steady and immovable like the earth".

To be able to win in defeat and equalize this game, in Wang Dazhui's opinion, it is already the best result.

"Let's go, let's go and pick up Zhang Quan back. ”

Wang Dazhui turned his head to Xu Yi and said, after finishing speaking, the two of them came out from the side of the Snow Sword Sect and flew to the side where Zhang Quan and Li Feng fell.

It just so happened that Wan Xing was also looking for Li Feng with their senior brothers over there.

Looking at each other in the air, Wan Xing smiled and said, "Brother Sledgehammer, it's very good, listening to the disciples of the Snow Sword Sect really opened my eyes, I'm looking forward to the next three games, really, very much looking forward to it." ”

"I said a long time ago, listening to the Snow Sword Sect, there is no waste. ”

Wang Dazhui didn't say much, reached out and picked up Zhang Quan, who was already unable to move at all, from the ground, and turned around to leave.

"I'm still saying that. Facing Wang Da Hammer, Wan Xing opened his mouth and said loudly: "Among the disciples of the Snow Sword Sect, I can take a fancy to it, but you are the only one who has Wang Da Hammer. ”

"I still say that. ”

There was a slight pause in his footsteps. Wang Da Hammer didn't look back, and helped the weak Zhang Quan and said, "I don't do it." ”

After a brief conversation that seemed to be light and breezy but was actually full of gunpowder, the two sides returned to each other again, waiting for the adjudicator on the stage, Elder Muhe, to call the shots.

"Please listen to the next disciple sent by the Snow Sword Sect. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the audience cheered and boiled without hesitation.

Two games later. Listening to the remaining three of the Snow Sword Sect, they are all young masters who have made a name for themselves in the martial arts.

The elegant young man of the volley sword - cold.

The stunning beauty of the country and the city - Tang Caiwei.

The most mysterious disciple - Wang Da Hammer!

The performance of these three in the previous six martial arts meetings is more eye-catching than the other, one is stronger than the other, and one can bring surprises to people than the other.

The three of them are finally going to appear, how can the audience not look forward to it?

"Leave it to me. ”

Leng Han's body didn't move, but his saber moved steadily, sliding directly to his feet, and holding his body up steadily.

"Wow. It's only been a few days, and you're such a good boy?"

Wang Dazhui looked at the cold like a sword immortal, and said exaggeratedly.

"Did you only know the Tao on the first day? Brother is a genius. ”

Leng Han Ha smiled, and with a wave of his sword, the sword under his feet carried his body and flew lightly towards the stage.

Such a gorgeous way of appearing is the first time since the beginning of the martial arts meeting, and it is now bringing the atmosphere on the field to a high level.

The white silk banner under the stage was unfurled again, and the trumpets of the gamblers who had placed bets on the Snow Sword Sect became louder.

"Don't move Jianhao. Cold!"

"This sword can fly, it's a god!"

Listen to the tsunami-like cheers from the mountains down the field. Leng Han's heart didn't make many waves. After comprehending the Edgeworth, his whole person has become more and more mature and steady, but this steadiness is even colder to unfamiliar outsiders.

"Don't move the sword, hehe......" Looking at the incomparably cold wind, a purple-robed young general on the side of the Seven Star Pavilion sneered. He arched his hand and said, "Senior Brother Wanxing, let me go and meet him!"

"That's what I thought, too. Wan Xing bowed slightly, and said: "The cold sword is heavy on the word 'fast', and Zi Ning is just right to restrain your ice string bell." Go ahead, my Seven Star Pavilion is off to a good start, and I will use it to take it down from this famous Leng Han!"

"Don't worry!"

The purple-robed young general Zi Ning grinned, and without saying a word, he jumped onto the main battle platform, his face was red and his teeth were white, he looked very pleasing, and he was a little Zhengtai who was alive.

"Kids?"

Leng Han raised his eyebrows and sighed lightly, but he did not mean to despise him.

To be able to win the position of an elite disciple in the Seven Star Pavilion, even if it is a child, it is probably a little monster that is unique in ten thousand.

"Leng Han, don't move Jianhao, hehe, what a loud name!"

Young people's desire to win is to be strong, and in Zining's heart, he is quite unconvinced by the cold. As a disciple of the Seven Star Pavilion, he was not even known for being cold, which was simply unbearable in Zining's young heart.

"Let's go!!"

Elder Muhe's confidence in Leng Han is very full, and the growth of this young man in the martial arts meeting is obvious to all.

In the past, he was just a genius in the sect, but his heart was arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't like it. But now, he finally realized his responsibility and took on more responsibility, and everyone respected him even more.

Don't move Jianhao, this name, he deserves it!

"Whoosh!"

Leng Han sat cross-legged as his name suggested, without the slightest intention of moving. However, his saber replaced him, and he was as agile as a swimming dragon, and with Elder Muhe's "start", he suddenly jumped out of the sword and stabbed directly towards Zining.

"I heard your sword is fast!"

Zi Ning's little face was full of arrogance, and with a wave of her little hand, she took out a small blue-purple bell from her arms.

"Jingle bell!!"

The ringtone is crisp and pleasant, but in this beautiful ringtone, on the blue-purple bell suspended in mid-air, layers of halos of ice color are also rippling, and at the end, it seems to form a transparent light mask enchantment, wrapping the pothole-ridden and devastated main battle platform!

"Xuan Bing Xuan Bing, Lingyin is beautiful, ice strings and ice strings, the sky is sealed!!",

With Zi Ning's triumphant chanting of the incantation, the terrifying and strong Xuan Ice Qi also spread in the enchantment with the sound of the bell, and the terrifying Ice Qi also swarmed down!

"Buzz ......"

Leng Han's face on the table changed drastically, because under this Xuan Ice Qi, his sword had become countless times heavier, and it was quite difficult to even move!

"Hmph, under my ice-stringed bells, your sword is waiting to turn into a slow turtle!" (To be continued......)