Wei Yuancheng took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the spear in his hand moved in a straight line, stabbing at the man in Tsing Yi, and the momentum was swift, and a gust of wind broke out on the ground.

At this time, the man in green clothes stood firm at his feet, his eyes swept to the oncoming spear, his face sank, and he immediately jumped into the air, and the cyan big knife was raised and slashed towards Wei Yuancheng.

When the cyan broadsword was about to arrive, Wei Yuancheng's wrist swirled, and the spear blade in his hand was suddenly withdrawn.

The cyan broadsword missed, smashed to the ground, and slashed deeply into the competition platform, and a crack appeared on the table of the competition platform, and the man in Tsing Yi realized that something was wrong and immediately pulled out the broadsword, but it was too late.

However, in the gap of breath, the spear turned to the right arm of the man in Tsing Yi holding the broadsword.

The pain of the flesh being torn apart finally made the unsmiling face of the man in Tsing Yi finally have a slight change, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat oozing out of the man's face, clenching his teeth, he still couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Wei Yuancheng was pleased by the painful expression of the man in Tsing Yi, and his palm against the end of the spear handle pushed the spearhead that pierced into the arm of the man in Tsing Yi even harder.

The face of the man in Tsing Yi instantly turned pale, and with a roar of rage, his bruised left hand grasped the handle of the knife, and he struggled to pull the big knife off the table.

The sharp spearhead withdrew from the arm, and a blood hole appeared on the right arm of the man in Tsing Yi, trickling blood gushed out of the hole's eye, and the dripping blood traced the lines of the arm, dripping from the fingertips, and a bewitching blood flower on the table gradually bloomed.

The right hand of the man in green clothes trembled and raised, but it fell down again because he could not bear the weight of the big knife in his hand, and the blue big knife lost its balance and immediately fell to the ground.

As soon as his arm was raised, there was a tingling sensation in his heart, and the man in Tsing Yi stretched out his left arm to catch the big knife, bowed his head and said, "I admit defeat." ”

Wei Yuancheng withdrew his spear, squinted at the man in Tsing Yi, his face showed a little disdain, and mocked: "I thought it was a strong man, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that." ”

The tip of his left finger holding the knife was clenched, and the man in Tsing Yi quickly swept a storm that had just risen under his eyes, and turned around and left.

"'Tian' word group, Wei Yuancheng wins!"

On the player's seat, Bing Xue's face gradually became solemn, Wei Yuancheng's strength to be able to stay on the martial arts list must not be bad, but now after watching this competition, Bing Xue has a further understanding of Wei Yuancheng's skills.

Wei Yuancheng walked down from the competition platform, passing by the ice and snow on the way, Wei Yuancheng paused, and said with a sneer: "The next thing is the competition of the 'earth' group, Miss Yan, don't lose too ugly." After speaking, Wei Yuancheng didn't care about Bingxue's reaction, and walked over to his position contentedly.

Ziruo, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but be angry when he heard it, and said to Wei Yuancheng's departing back: "Isn't it just winning, what's the big deal, wait a while to see if the ice and snow won't beat you down." ”

At this time, a servant walked up to Bing Xue, bowed to Bing Xue and said, "Miss, the general is invited." ”

In a box in the east of the high pavilion, Yan Yunbei was already waiting inside, and when Bing Xue pushed the door open, Yan Yunbei was standing in front of the window with his hands in his hands.

"Father. ”

Yan Yunbei turned around and beckoned to the servant who had led Bing Xue over, who nodded and walked out.

In a few moments, the servant led a man to the snow, who carried a slightly longer tray covered by a red square cloth.

The two of them placed their plates on the table and withdrew.

Yan Yunbei slowly walked to the front of the table, lifted the square cloth, and placed it on the tray with a golden long sword.

The golden long sword is more than three feet long, the sword body is clearly reflected with complicated lines, the golden long sword is shining under the scorching sun with a faint cold light, the hilt is carved with a red gold fire phoenix soaring for nine days, and the bright yellow tassel on the golden hilt is hanging down.

Yan Yunbei looked at the golden long sword on the case, and said: "The name of this sword is Jin Ling, when you were born, your father still came from the border......

A gust of wind and sand rose in the green hills, iron hooves stepped on, red flags fluttered and fluttered in the air, and a team of men and horses drove the war horses to gallop on the mountain road.

The first person was wrapped in golden armor, riding a jujube red horse under his crotch, the momentum had just been built, and the general's eyes were as cold as cold stars, and his face was solemn.

Suddenly, a silver line swept over the sky from afar like a fire snake and rushed straight to the green mountain, and disappeared in the green mountain in the blink of an eye, and suddenly the wind and clouds in the sky changed color, and everyone looked up, only to see that the red sun that had been hanging in the air was gradually covered.

In an instant, the dark clouds pressed the top, the sun and the moon faded, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the birds and beasts on the mountain rushed down one after another, as if the sky was about to collapse, and they fled out of the green mountains in a panic.

Seeing the wild fowl running in all directions, even the war horses under their crotch began to neigh uncontrollably, struggling to get rid of the reins, and the army that was hurrying suddenly stopped, panicked for a moment and did not know what to do.

A lieutenant in silver-white armor drove his horse to the leader of the general with great difficulty, and asked, "General, how should we deal with it now?"

At this moment, there was a faint sound of thunder, and it became louder and louder as time went on, as if an extremely violent one was brewing.

The general's face was slightly gloomy, his sword eyebrows were tightly twisted, and he pulled the reins with both hands, and the jujube red fiery horse under his crotch suddenly raised his front hooves and let out a high hiss.

"All the soldiers obeyed the order and retreated immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, the sky was narrowly thundered, and before the army could go far, the thunder had already come to the sky above the army.

A deafening thunder suddenly startled, and the sky thunder and the vast white light struck, and all the soldiers suddenly turned pale like dirt, desperately waiting for the thunder to land.

After a few moments, a violent crash suddenly sounded in the valley, and thunder fell in the valley.

A loud chirping sound rang out from the depths of the mountain, resounding throughout the valley, not like that of ordinary birds.

"Retreat!"

Unexpectedly, the wind suddenly blew in the mountains, the sand and rocks flew on the mountain road, and the group was blown on their backs, and Yan Yunbei was also swept to the deeper part of the green mountains by the wind.

Yan Yunbei spun in the wind several times before falling to the ground, and when Yan Yunbei stood up, he found that he was now in a cave.

The cave was quiet and dark, and a slight golden light shot out from the depths of the cave, and Yan Yunbei followed the light to the source of the light.

I saw a red-gold divine bird crawling on the ground in the grass, like a gossamer, a golden long sword lying quietly in the claws of the sacred bird, and it can be seen from its complicated lines that this sword must be extraordinary.

After the divine bird saw Yan Yunbei, it screamed, and its voice whined, mourning. Then, the divine bird slowly closed its eyes, and the pair of claws that grasped the sword gradually loosened.

Yan Yunbei stared at the sword on the plate, his eyes revealed a trace of indignation, and when he looked up at Bing Xue, his expression became serious: "Providence is like this, Bing Xue, don't disappoint your father." ”

Hearing this, Bing Xue looked at the golden long sword's eyes with a little deepness, and the sword body of the long sword on the table was long, like the feathers of birds and beasts, but he never thought that it was actually transformed by the feathers of the divine bird phoenix.

Bing Xue's hand slowly stroked the blade of the golden long sword, grasped the golden hilt, and picked up Jin Ling.

The coldness in his hand gradually turned into warmth, and Bing Xue felt the temperature of the golden sword in his hand, and he felt a little familiar inexplicably.

The yellow-robed eunuch in the ring swept the dust on his hand and said loudly: "The competition begins!"

By the time Bing Xue arrived in the ring, a man in an ink robe had been waiting in the ring for a long time.

The ink-robed man nodded at Bingxue, took a step back, and raised the silver-white steel fork in his hand.

Bing Xue's hand holding Jin Ling's sword hilt tightened, the blue sleeves were slightly raised, and the cold light flashed, and the tip of Jin Ling's sword pointed directly at the ink-robed man and stabbed it quickly.

The steel fork in the hand of the ink-robed man is divided into three strands, shaped like a water snake, the middle strand is straight and long, and the other two strands are bent forward from the outside, thick at the back and thin at the front, with a total length of more than seven feet.

Seeing the golden long sword stabbing straight in, the steel fork immediately stopped it.

The golden long sword stopped suddenly, and a sword flower was pulled up, skillfully staggered with the steel fork, and the ice and snow wrist flickered, and the golden feather immediately swept downward.

The ink-robed man had already taken precautions, and with one kick on the ground, the steel fork instantly flipped down, and the blade of the golden long sword grazed the steel fork, and a piercing friction sound came out.

When Jin Ling was about to touch the abdomen of the ink-robed man, he was held back by the steel fork and could not enter for half a minute.

Bing Xue withdrew Jin Ling, her red lips pursed slightly, her toes touched the ground, and she swung Jin Ling out of the air.

The golden light suddenly rose, and the golden feather fell, and the thick sword qi swept towards the ink-robed man below.

The ink-robed man's eyebrows tightened, and the steel fork in his hand waved rapidly, and a silver whirlwind rolled up between the steel forks. The ink-robed man handed the steel fork in his hand forward, and the whirlwind broke away from the steel fork and smashed into the ice and snow on the opposite side.

The majestic sword qi collided with the rapid whirlwind head-on, and a wave of fluctuations spread from it, and the audience was still affected even though they were standing in a safe area.

"This sword in Miss Yan's hand is so powerful, maybe it's a peerless treasure. ”

"Previously, the sword aura of the silver sword in Miss Yan's hand was large but scattered, but now the sword aura of this golden long sword is not only large but also extraordinarily strong, this sword must have been forged by General Yan at a great price for a senior sword forger. ”

The golden sword qi in the ring pressed directly against the silver cyclone, and under the gaze of everyone, the golden sword qi crushed the silver cyclone little by little, and when the silver light disappeared, the golden sword qi broke through the air and swept the ink-robed man out of the ring in one fell swoop.

The ink-robed man stood up from the ground, raised his head to look at the ice and snow falling from the sky, and asked with a slight reluctance, "Dare to ask Miss Yan, what is the name of this golden long sword in your hand?"

He had been preparing for so long, with his strength, how could he be defeated by ice and snow like this, he was unwilling!

"Jin Ling. Bing Xue said as he met the gaze of the man in the ink robe.

The ink-robed man thought about it, and it seemed that he had never seen the word "Jin Ling" from the ancient book records about the long sword, so the ink-robed man had to leave in a huff.

"'Earth' word group, Yan Mei Bingxue wins!"