The exterminator looked at Huang Rong with a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Guo. The exterminator said in frustration, "The poor nun has failed to live up to your expectations. ”

"It's important for the teacher to heal from his injuries, and it's okay for people to be fine. Huang Rong said with relief.

In this way, the Southern Song Dynasty has already lost two games.

There are two more rounds, and they have to win one more game anyway.

"We lost this one. Huang Rong said, "Please send a sixth candidate to participate." ”

Lin Pingzhi picked up the Heavenly Sword on the ground, came to the side of the Exterminator Master, and handed the Heavenly Sword to Zhou Zhiruo.

"Thank you, Lady Mingyue. "The exterminator was a little ashamed, such a humiliating scene actually made Mingyue Gongzi look at it.

"The teacher is too big. Lin Pingzhi said, "If you fight him directly with the Heavenly Sword, you still have a chance to win, but you fought with him before, and you suffered internal injuries first, and then it is very rare to use the sword to hurt him, and please take a good rest from the teacher, a defeat is nothing." ”

"Thank you for the relief. Exterminator said.

At this time, the Mongolian side had already come to the sixth candidate to participate in the war.

"Let's take a look at the next competition. Lin Pingzhi said.

The exterminator nodded, and also looked towards the field.

This sixth person is none other than the Blood Knife Ancestor Baoxiang Monk.

"Lao Tzu is the Blood Knife Ancestor, who do you send up to send him to death!" the Blood Knife Ancestor shouted.

His arrogant tone provoked other martial arts people in the Southern Song Dynasty to scold one after another.

Song Yuanqiao knew that it was time for him to make a move, and he looked at Huang Rong.

"Mrs. Guo. Song Yuanqiao said, "Song will do his best." ”

"I'm tired of Song Daxia. Huang Rong bowed and said, "To be honest, I'm not sure how to deal with that black-clothed swordsman. ”

"Hmm. Song Yuanqiao nodded and walked towards the stage.

Behind him, there was a young man with a delicate appearance, who was also from the Wudang faction in his attire, and he was Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao.

"Dad, be careful!" Song Qingshu shouted.

Lin Pingzhi looked sideways at Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu happened to see Lin Pingzhi as well.

He smiled towards Lin Pingzhi and looked at Lin Pingzhi with adoration.

It turns out that before this Song Qingshu was blackened, it was quite sunny and handsome, Lin Ping thought.

Song Yuanqiao had already walked in front of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Wudang Song Yuanqiao, please also give me advice. Song Yuanqiao said politely.

This is Zhang Sanfeng's teaching to them, you must be polite before you start with people.

"Hmph! It turned out to be from the Wudang Clan. The Blood Knife Ancestor said disdainfully, "I don't know if Zhang Sanfeng is really that powerful." ”

These words immediately aroused the anger of the people.

Wudang Zhang Zhenren, in the eyes of many martial arts people, is a god-like existence, and the mountains are uplifted.

When the Blood Knife Ancestor said this, he undoubtedly slandered him in front of these admirers of Zhang Zhenren, making them very angry.

Song Yuanqiao's face changed, and his gaze at the Blood Knife Ancestor was full of anger.

"The name of the family teacher, in fact, you cunning villain can mention it!" Song Yuanqiao rebuked angrily.

"Tsk, I want to see how much you can do as a Wudang disciple!" said the Blood Knife Ancestor sarcastically.

"Humph!"

Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly, and the long sword was unsheathed with a "bang".

The Blood Knife Ancestor saw that Song Yuanqiao had taken out his sword, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

There was a "bell" and the swords collided.

Song Yuanqiao was directly forced to retreat by the Blood Knife Ancestor.

He was shocked in his heart, but he was destined to fight this battle.

Lin Pingzhi saw the gap between the Blood Knife Ancestor and Song Yuanqiao from the first battle between them.

Although Song Yuanqiao's martial arts are good, he is a first-class good player in the rivers and lakes, and he is an upright person, and he is Zhang Sanfeng's eldest disciple, so he can be said to be famous in the rivers and lakes.

But the Blood Knife Ancestor Knife is cunning and ruthless.

Each knife was slashed towards the vital point of Song Yuanqiao.

In the long run, as long as the Blood Knife Ancestor finds a loophole, a single knife can defeat Song Yuanqiao.

And every sword of Song Yuanqiao is with the mentality of hurting him, not killing him, and he is destined to not win this Blood Sword Ancestor.

The battle was fierce.

Li Hongqu ran to Lin Pingzhi's side, and first nodded to Xiaolongnu and Ling Shuanghua to say hello.

"Bright Moon Child. Li Hongqu shouted to Lin Pingzhi, "Who do you think Song Daxia and that Blood Knife Ancestor can win." ”

Lin Pingzhi's brows furrowed, it seemed that Li Hongqu had also found out that something was wrong.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked myself.

"As you can imagine. Lin Pingzhi said.

Li Hongqu paused for a moment.

As she thought, doesn't that mean that Song Daxia lost?

"So how is this good?" Li Hongqu meant the last one.

Lin Pingzhi was silent.

The last game was Huang Rong against the black-clothed swordsman.

Obviously, if the black-clothed swordsman can appear in the finale, then his martial arts are definitely not the strongest, but they are definitely very strong.

Huang Rong's martial arts can only be said to be okay, and he is not the opponent of the black-clothed swordsman at all.

"Let's take one step at a time. Lin Pingzhi said with a wry smile.

If Huang Rong was really injured, he would definitely come to the rescue.

Even if he is punished by the system, he will not sit idly by.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao had obviously fallen into the disadvantage.

"Surnamed Song, don't hold on. The Blood Knife Ancestor sneered, "If you don't admit defeat again, be careful that Grandpa will chop you with a knife." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Yuanqiao shouted through gritted teeth.

He was indeed struggling, and he was preoccupied with guarding against the attack of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

Song Yuanqiao's previous offensive was all blocked by the Blood Knife Ancestor.

Now that the Blood Knife Ancestor has launched an offensive, Song Yuanqiao is tired of resisting, and there is no way to find an opportunity to fight back from it.

"Hmph, stubborn!" the Blood Knife Ancestor snorted coldly, "Since that's the case, then you should die." ”

The blood knife in the blood knife ancestor's hand slashed directly towards Song Yuanqiao's lower plate.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly resisted with his sword.

But immediately after, the Blood Knife Ancestor directly picked it up.

Song Yuanqiao didn't react for a while, and his chest was opened.

"Dad!" Song Qingshu hurriedly rushed out.

Huang Rong knew that nothing could be done, and Song Yuanqiao had done his best.

"Stop!" Huang Rong shouted, "In this sixth game, we lost. ”

Hearing Huang Rong say admit defeat, the Blood Knife Ancestor did not continue to chase Song Yuanqiao.

With the help of Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao returned to the crowd of the Wudang faction.

Lin Pingzhi hurriedly took out the system's gold sore medicine and sprinkled it on Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao's bleeding quickly stopped.

Fortunately, Lin Pingzhi was there, otherwise, Song Yuanqiao would probably die directly because of excessive bleeding.

The Blood Knife Ancestor looked at Huang Rong, his eyes full of lustful and evil looks.

Huang Rong felt the gaze of the Blood Knife Ancestor, and she was uncomfortable.

"Blood Knife Ancestor, we have already lost this sixth round, you still can't go down, let you people in the seventh round come up?" Huang Rong asked.

The Blood Knife Ancestor had no choice but to turn around and go down.

The seventh man of Mongolia is on the field.

"Fu Hongxue. Fu Hongxue, the black-clothed swordsman, reported his name, "Who is coming?"