After the disadvantage, the northern world failed to save face in the following battles.

There were two civil wars in the northern world in the six games, and it happened to be one for Zhu Xianyuan and one for Xuan Che, and the two most outstanding heroes did not meet the disciples of the One Yuan Wanfa Sect. They each defeated a Northern World disciple and advanced to the next round. Although they did not defeat the opposing camp, considering that both of them were new to the Yin and Yang realm, they actually defeated the Yin and Yang masters who were older than them, which also proved that Shao Sanjie was worthy of his name.

But the frontal battlefield on the other side is not very good-looking.

After He Xu lost to Yun Luoshu, the two consecutive direct confrontations were lost by the Northern World, and the posture was slightly ugly. He Xu's battle turned out to be the one that the northern world held on to the longest and was the closest to victory. The other ones went up, and they were pressed and beaten, and they divided five by two to solve the battle. Among them, there are many masters with solid skills and cultivation whose strength is faintly above the Shao Sanjie.

There was a slight commotion in the audience, and one person beside Meng Shuai said: "Oh no, no, don't you want to wipe out the whole army?"

Jiao Yushu raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you anxious about? Senior Brother Xie hasn't gone on yet." ”

The person next to him immediately rejoiced: "Yes, yes, Senior Brother Xie's next game, at least this one is stable." Everyone nodded one after another, looking at the situation, they were full of confidence in Senior Brother Xie.

Meng Shuai was curious, looked at the stage, and easily found the senior brother Xie who had not yet played.

I saw that Senior Brother Xie was twenty-four or five years old, wearing a leather shoulder, standing there with his hands behind his back, his eyes seemed to be open, revealing a little lazy, but Meng Shuai felt more that he was leisurely, as if he was not going to fight, but to drink kung fu tea with his shoe board.

This is really a rare temperament, especially in the harsh environment of the north, most of the warriors are either cold or warm, and rarely so leisurely, but this person is like a flower cat that has basked in the sun on a warm spring day.

Meng Shuai was interested, his eyes moved to the other party's waist, and he saw that he was wearing a mediocre long sword on his waist.

Turned out to be a swordsman?

Meng Shuai's heart moved, and he said secretly: I remember that the opponent in the next game is ......

Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang, the other party also came up with a Tsing Yi swordsman with a sword on his back, who was the one who forced Xuan Che back before.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi stared at him, and his temperament was as sharp as a sword out of the sheath, he looked at Senior Brother Xie, showed a displeased look, and said, "You also use a sword?"

Senior Brother Xie snorted and said, "Use it too." ”

The swordsman in Tsing Yi shouted: "Lazy and lazy, what do you look like? You are also worthy of using a sword?" ”

Senior Brother Xie was not angry, and said unhurriedly: "Xie Li." What's your last name?"

The swordsman in Tsing Yi said coldly: "Looking at your appearance, I don't deserve to ask my name, but I want you to know who taught you a lesson." I am Hu Yanzhe of the One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect, you remember. ”

Senior Brother Xie nodded and said, "Okay, remember." Let's go. ”

Hu Yanzhe only felt that a punch hit the cotton, and his heart was depressed, and he said: "You draw your sword, tell me to see if you are worthy of the sword." "Heart: If you draw your sword and still look like you're dead, I'll cut off your arm, so that you can never use your sword.

Xie Li slowly pulled out his sword, his posture was not much better than pulling a radish from the ground, Hu Yanzhe looked at the fire, and was about to go up to ask him to unload one of his arms, when suddenly his eyes froze, and he said in surprise: "Wooden sword?"

But seeing that the sword weapon in Xie Li's hand was dull and dull, with a round head and no edge, it was actually a yellow wooden sword.

Even the people in the audience exclaimed, and Jiao Yushu said in surprise: "Didn't Senior Brother use that cold iron sword originally?

However, Meng Shuai became interested, and said secretly: There must be a demon when things go wrong, is this person a stubborn master or a ......

Lonely and seeking defeat?

Hu Yanzhe sneered and said, "It turns out that you are not a swordsman at all. It's an impostor. Look at the sword—"

The sword light flashed, and the white light slashed towards Xie Li.

Cherry drew his sword and stepped up to meet it.

When the sword went out, there was another exclamation, not because of how fast the sword light was, but on the contrary, because it was too slow.

This sword is slow, soft, like warm water, although it has sealed the source of the sword light, but it is so weak, and it is a wooden sword, it seems to be like a mantis arm as a car, and it will be broken at the touch of a button.

The underground disciples exclaimed, and even the owners on the stage were stunned.

However, the sword light intersected with the sword, and both sides were stagnant, and then, silently glued together.

When Hu Yanzhe and Xuan Che fought just now, they also didn't have any life, and they also fell into a stalemate all of a sudden. But that's because Hu Yanzhe's sword itself has reined in momentum, and the two sides are in a stalemate. Now it is different, although the two hold each other, they seem much softer, the two stick together, turn slightly, but very slowly. It's like two swords stuck in the glue together, and they can't break free, they can only stir together.

Meng Shuai sat up straight and said, "It's a little interesting." ”

Everyone can see that although there is silence on the stage, Xie Li has already gained the upper hand. This is the case with martial arts duels, they are all martial artists who have cultivated to a high level, and whoever follows the rhythm of the game will have a greater chance of winning. This weird, slow rhythm is obviously not Hu Yanzhe's style, so isn't it obvious who the game is in control?

On the stage, Mu Hengjiu was watching the game casually, but at this time, his eyes narrowed, and a trace of curiosity and danger flashed, but he disappeared in an instant, and once again recovered his indifferent attitude.

Jiao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Great, it scared me just now." Last time, I saw Senior Brother Xie make a move, and it wasn't so slow back then. It's also too slow. ”

Meng Shuai said: "That's because he has made progress again." ”

This Xie Li, although his martial arts cultivation is high, he is not particularly good, but his swordsmanship is indeed a different family and has its own charm. In that kind of slow sword moves, there is a hidden taste of static braking and Tai Chi stickiness, much like Meng Shuai's Tai Chi sword in his previous life, Meng Shuai can be sure that Xie Li will take the inner road the day after tomorrow, and he has his own understanding of the inner martial arts.

Although it can't be said that Zhuo Ran is married, he already has everyone's demeanor.

Tai Chi can dial a thousand catties in four or two, not to mention that there is no gap between the two, and in this game, Xie Li is undoubtedly victorious.

Hu Yanzhe was entangled by Xie Li's sword, and he only felt that he couldn't use the force, Xueliang's sword was bright and unstoppable, but the other party didn't accept it, he was suffocated alive, shocked and angry, and said in his heart: I told you to stick, see how you stick.

Thinking of this, he was really angry, and his three fingers were forced, and the sword light brightened in an instant, and it was clasped together with his finger force-

"A sword that shatters the sky!"

The sword light skyrocketed, cutting off all the restraints, and stabbing forward, everyone felt that their eyebrows were white, and they squinted unconsciously.

However, this sword light has no goal.

At the moment when the sword light erupted, Xie Li's hand was raised, the sword was raised, the sword body turned, and then slapped downward.

This mention, one turn, one beat is slow and stretched, but it is enough, and in the moment after Hu Yanzhe broke out, the sword body slapped flat on Hu Yanzhe's hand.

Hu Yanzhe's hand was numb, and with a snap, the long sword couldn't hold it and fell to the ground.

This is the final frame.

After the sword light dissipated, everyone clearly saw that Xie Li was holding the sword at his side, Hu Yanzhe's hand stopped in the air, his face was sluggish, and there was a long sword at his feet.

The winner is decided!

Someone had just closed his eyes when he was oppressed by the sword light, and he didn't see Xie Li's last move, but the final result was seen by anyone with eyes. The audience paused, and then erupted in a tsunami-like cheer!

Win!

After a series of defeats, the victory was like a rain after a long drought, and the audience was refreshed, and the cheers rose higher and higher, almost shaking the ring off the vat.

Meng Shuai was also very happy, not to mention the position of the northern world, Xie Li's people were also more popular than Huyanzhe, Meng Shuai sincerely admired him, including his swordsmanship and leisurely attitude to life.

"He's not just that. Meng Shuai said secretly, "There is another kind of mystery hidden in his swordsmanship just now, but the opponent has no ability to let him show it." It seems that among the younger generations in the northern world, he should be the strongest, although the crested ibis is sharper, but the background is still poor. ”

After Hu Yanzhe lost, he was at first dazed, then depressed, and even flashed a trace of fear in the back, his eyes slanted back, and he glanced at Mu Hengjiu vaguely, and his body trembled slightly. After a while, he turned and walked down.

Passing by Mu Hengjiu's side, Hu Yanzhe bowed deeply and said, "Senior Brother Mu, I'm ...... Failed. ”

The last three words almost came out of the teeth, each with a trembling tailnote.

Mu Hengjiu didn't look at him, let him bow in front of him for a long time, but looked at Xie Li who was standing on the side, and said, "The strength is good, I am optimistic about you." ”

Xie Li replied lazily, "Oh?"

Mu Hengjiu said a word, then stopped talking, turned to Jiao Nanshan, and said, "The first round has passed, and now is the second round?"

Jiao Nanshan said: "Yes." "At this time, there are three left in the north, and there are also three disciples left in the east, and in terms of numbers, they are also evenly matched, but in fact, there are two people in the north who won the competition from their own families, and they lost most of the head-to-head duels, and they have already lost the first round.

Mu Hengjiu said: "Owner, I have a Jianyì." Since everyone has the same number left, it's better to arrange a duel between you and me in all three games. If the lottery is still drawn, wouldn't it be beautiful if there were two civil wars? Both sides competed, and the scene was also better, and everyone was happy to watch. ”

Jiao Nanshan hesitated slightly, this mentions sound fair, but if there is really a civil war, at least it can guarantee that there will be one of the top three in the northern world, if the two sides are one-on-one, in case the north loses, it will really be shameless.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiao Nanshan saw Xie Li, and was ruthless in his heart, and said secretly: You have a good calculation, do you want to completely lose our face? But don't be too complacent. Xie Li can win at least one game, and we have two of the three best young people left. Maybe you'll be the one who will be wiped out.

Jiao Nanshan said: "Okay, then let my Eight Great Mountain Villas and the disciples of the One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect take turns to fight." ”