Cang Wu looked at the posture of the little girl below swinging her sword, and there was obvious relief in her eyes.

"The ancient battlefield, that little girl found it herself."

Situ Zhan on the side directly blackened his face when he heard this.

He originally thought that Ling Yu was able to bring out that Flying Frost Sword from the secret realm of the Ancient Battlefield, which was already a great gain.

But compared to the big sword in Ling Miao's hand, the Flying Frost Sword was simply a drop in the bucket.

Even if he didn't know the origin of that great sword, he could clearly perceive that that great sword was extremely not simple.

If only this sword was under their command from the Fire Sect.

After all, it was he who protected Ling Yu himself, gave her the position of personal inheritance, and personally expelled Ling Miao from the sect, so Situ Zhan would always unconsciously compare the two together.

And.

Situ Zhan and Ling Feng looked at the stalemate on the field, and their eyebrows wrinkled tightly unconsciously.

Ling Miao was actually able to fight with Cheng Jinshu in the middle of Jindan, to the same level?

They originally thought that Ling Miao could beat Bai Jing at the peak of the foundation that day, which was already the limit, but they didn't expect that it was not.

It is difficult to fight with Ling Yu, who is now in the late stage of foundation building.

Situ Zhan was unwilling, according to the current situation, if he wanted to wait for Ling Yu's spiritual root talent, he would crush Ling Miao, who had no talent, but he was afraid that he would have to wait for a while.

It seems that he will have to be uncomfortable for a while, and he should not have driven people away so arbitrarily if he had known it.

The current situation reminds Situ Zhan all the time that he seems to have chosen the wrong person and driven out the wrong person, but he subconsciously doesn't want to admit it, and the consequences are very uncomfortable.

Elder Zhao over there, in addition to being pleasantly surprised, was also a little melancholy in his heart: The second martial arts platform was smashed today, and he was so busy tonight.

On the jousting platform.

Cheng Jinshu looked at the deep crack at his feet, which was split by Ling Miao, and at the same time, he was secretly frightened, but his tone was not good.

"Ling Miao, are you going for my life? Do you really want to kill me? ”

Ling Miao sneered, "Oh? Could it be that you didn't come for my life just now? Why don't you put me some water? ”

Lest thou shalt take my life, or lest thou take thy life? Double Standard Dog!

"Don't think!"

Cheng Jinshu broke out again.

The third style of the Sword Technique of the Fire Sect is majestic and has a wide range of killing moves.

Cheng Jinshu's sword qi started from under his feet, and seemed to rise from the ground, surging like a spike towards the place where Ling Miao was standing.

On the other side, Ling Miao made a move the moment Cheng Jinshu's sword qi spread.

The little girl's sword was raised above her head, and she struck hard at the sword qi that was outflanked from below.

Darkiron Greatsword: Wow, this sword swings so beautifully, it rewards you with a critical hit!

Its sword body hummed, and it slashed down with a sharp force.

Syllable!

After hearing a loud noise, it was not only Cheng Jinshu's sword qi that was split by the black giant sword.

There is also a jousting platform.

The surface was torn, the rubble flew wildly, and the competition platform was hit by Ling Miao's full force, and it was split from the middle.

The sword qi was ruthlessly interrupted, and the ground in front of him cracked instantly, which shocked Cheng Jinshu a lot, and his feet were full of gravel, and he was directly stunned.

But immediately after, the black sword shadow had already reached his face.

Cheng Jinshu reflexively raised his sword to block.

The long sword in his hand collided with the Dark Iron Great Sword again.

Cheng Jinshu's face turned pale, and he could clearly feel that the power of Ling Miao's attack this time was much greater than the attack she had just started!

This little ghost, when he first started fighting him, didn't he even use all his strength?

His wrist was directly numbed by the huge force that came from the sword body, and he almost lost consciousness.

With a wave of Ling Miao's Xuantie sword, Cheng Jinshu took two steps back.

Her sword swung downward, and the tip of the great sword pressed against the crack edge of the jousting platform.

Then, as soon as the little girl exerted her strength, she flew out of the half of the competition platform that she cut off, along with Cheng Jinshu and the deacon standing on the half of the competition platform.

With a few short and rapid clicks, the half of the platform flew out some distance, and then fell straight down, leaving only half of the foundation, standing in place.

In the audience, there were twice as many monks watching the Ling Miao match as yesterday.

Seeing this, the entire grandstand fell into a brief silence.

After a long time, someone commented very pertinently, "She's so scary." ”

"No, if you beat someone, you will beat someone, and by the way, I also cut off the competition platform together, I have never seen it, I have never seen it."

"I'm sorry Cheng Jinshu, you lost, I'm going to climb the wall. Ling Miao is so good, I love it so much. ”

"At first, I thought that her way of fighting was very weird, but after watching two more games, she actually felt so cool?"

"This is probably the legendary aesthetics of violence."

Cheng Jinshu and the deacon subconsciously jumped a few steps back as the competition platform broke and smashed to the ground, avoiding the flying debris from hitting them.

Cheng Jinshu's feet stepped on the ground, and only then did he realize that he was already standing under the competition platform.

He lost.

After fighting with all his might, he still lost to Ling Miao in the Qi Refining Period.

Cheng Jinshu's heart was suddenly extremely complicated.

He looked up and looked at Ling Miao, who was standing on the high competition platform on the other side, dragging a black giant sword, looking down at him.

She turned her back to the sun, the light caressed her cheeks, falling shadows, hiding her facial features, Cheng Jinshu couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, he could only see her eyes clearly, which were surprisingly bright.

His lips moved, and in his chest, complex emotions churned wildly.

What a ...... Monsters.

Next to Cheng Jinshu, because he happened to be standing on the half of the competition platform that was split by Ling Miao, the deacon who was split down together: "......"

The deacon raised his head, glanced at Elder Zhao on the high platform, his face was distorted, happy and sad, sighed, and announced in a loud voice: "Yuehua Sect Lingmiao, win." ”

On the high platform, Cangwu looked at Elder Zhao.

"Great Elder, can you still rescue this martial arts platform?"

Elder Zhao: "Aha, this martial arts platform doesn't need to be repaired, scrap it!" It's just scrapped! ”

Elder Zhao looked sadly at the messy martial arts platform below.

Half of the tournament platform was cut off and fell to the ground, surrounded by gravel, looking very embarrassed.

How can I repair this after half of it has been shoveled, it is better to build a new one!

He took a deep breath and a deep breath, but finally he couldn't hold back his sigh.

It's only the second day of the Zongmen Competition!

What is this?

Split your own competition platform at the beginning? ——

Zongmen big competition plate: Yuehuazong's martial arts platform that was hit with a big hole yesterday has not been repaired, and today it has broken two more, and their sect's martial arts competition platform doesn't seem to be very much, if it goes on like this, can it still last until the end of the sect competition?