It is like thunder to collect anger, and it is like the river and the sea condensing the light.

The sword is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and the monks also prefer flying swords, because this old fellow can not only defeat the enemy, but also control flight.

Killing one person in ten steps and not leaving a thousand miles is the dream of countless monks.

But swords are different from swords, and swordsmanship is also different from swordsmanship.

Most of the monks only use their spiritual sense to control the flying sword to attack the enemy, and the method is extremely simple, because after all, the spiritual sense cannot be like the body like the arm and fingers, and it is not bad to just stab directly.

Therefore, since ancient times, the monks have divided their swords into two factions, sword holding and sword, and of course, the sword formation school, but that is still in the category of swordworth.

The most profound study of the sword in the Huaxia cultivation world is the Xichuan Sword Gate, which is also the holy place in the hearts of all sword cultivators in the world, even the sword demon Xie Ting'an four hundred years ago had studied under the Sword Gate, but soon traveled all over the world.

The sword-wielding line is already scarce, and those who use soft swords are even rarer, and even Xie Ting'an also uses a murderous sword made of incomparable Xuanshi.

Once, two people in the Xuanmen supported by Emperor Qin in ancient times used soft swords, but the sword spectrum circulated in Xuanmen was gradually lost.

Cai Xinghe's sword moves were extremely exquisite, although he did not practice the sword qi that sword cultivators dreamed of, but the tricky soft sword greatly made up for this shortcoming.

A trace of blood seeped out from between Yu Mingzhu's fingers, staining the entire back of his hand red.

But Yu Mingzhu didn't snort, and continued to raise his knife to attack Cai Xinghe.

She can't stop!

Once you stop, it's time to lose!

The opener!

The first knife is the most familiar opening knife of Zhao Yuan, although there is no terrible knife spirit, but it has an indomitable momentum.

The soft sword in Cai Xinghe's hand slashed horizontally, and the sharp tip of the sword shook rapidly, like the tail of a rattlesnake, which could release its sharp fangs at any time.

Yes!

The two staggered, and Yu Mingzhu screamed in pain and covered his face.

"Ouch!"

There were monks in the stands who watched thrillingly, and just now Cai Xinghe's sword made a long cut on Mingzhu's face.

This Cai Xinghe really doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

Cai Xinghe's face was full of apologies: "I'm sorry, the sword has no eyes." ”

"You don't need to apologize. ”

The hideous wound on Yu Mingzhu's face was still bleeding, and he was even more frightened of the opponent in front of him, obviously he had already dodged the cross-cut, but his face was still inexplicably hit.

Cai Xinghe said in a deep voice: "Next, I will go all out." ”

"Come on!"

Yu Mingzhu scolded coquettishly, ignoring the blood stains on his face, and dragged the wind and the big ring knife to the ground with a roar, and continued to charge towards Cai Xinghe.

Slash in one word!

Cai Xinghe held his breath and concentrated, the soft sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, as if it had eyes, enveloping Yu Mingzhu's vital body.

Cai Xinghe held the sword in both hands, and shouted loudly:

"Zhu Xian!"

The man moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the man.

"This kid of the Cai family is amazing, I originally thought that he was not the opponent of the kid of the Xia family, but now it seems that the victory or defeat should be in the number of five or five. ”

"Hey, let's take a look at it again. ”

Xia Zhengyang in the stands also sat straight, and the eight flying swords that Cai Xinghe used before, Xia Zhengyang didn't care about it at all.

Everything, everything, the more flying swords, although it looks terrifying, but Xia Tenglong can break through each one.

In Xia Zhengyang's eyes, Cai Xinghe, who was too complicated by the imperial weapon, had already fallen behind. But at this time, Cai Xinghe, who used a soft sword, was qualified to fight with Xia Tenglong, and even Xia Zhengyang was amazed by this exquisite swordsmanship.

It seems that Tamron has another strong opponent.

Yu Mingzhu's big ring knife dragged on the ground couldn't be chopped out, because as long as there was a slight movement, the soft sword in Cai Xinghe's hand might stab a hole in her body at any time.

He's too fast!

Especially with such an unpredictable weapon as a soft sword, I can't think of where the next move will hurt.

"It's a pity, if this girl changes opponents, she may go one step further and stay in the top ten......"

"Who to change? Xia Tenglong or Wang Haoqiong? Even if you fight with Zhao Yuan, you may not win, right?"

"Really, don't I just sigh......"

The audience in the stands thought that the victory was timed, and there was a sudden change in the martial arts arena.

"Brother Zhao, look!"

Zhao Xuan saw that Cai Xinghe's soft sword was about to stab Yu Mingzhu, but he didn't expect that Yu Mingzhu's big ring knife held upside down in his right hand didn't know when it was transferred to his left hand!

Yu's left-handed knife!

Yu Mingzhu has been looking for opportunities, but she was forced by Cai Xinghe to have no chance.

Four slashes in one slash!

Yu Mingzhu's hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

Cai Xinghe's eyes were full of knife shadows, obviously he had forced her to the left and right, how did this knife go from the right hand to the left hand?

However, the few knife shadows in front of him, whether it was the angle, speed or weirdness, made Cai Xinghe unable to dodge.

"Puff-"

Cai Xinghe was stabbed twice in the chest.

Once again, the figures of the two staggered.

"What is this?"

Yu Mingzhu said weakly: "The Yu family's left hand knife, one knife and four slashes." ”

"Good knives!"

Cai Xinghe praised it.

Something seems to be wrong-

"My sword is fast. ”

Cai Xinghe grinned.

Suddenly, Yu Mingzhu felt a heat in his neck, and a blood fountain erupted from his neck.

"Whew-"

Holding his neck, the whole person fell straight down.

It turned out that when Yu Mingzhu used a knife and four slashes, Cai Xinghe's soft sword had quietly wiped Yu Mingzhu's neck......

"Guru, Guru!"

Although he was stabbed twice, Cai Xinghe ignored his injuries and shouted loudly for Jing Hong to come and treat Yu Mingzhu. He knew the power of his swordsmanship, if it was too late to save it, Yu Mingzhu's life would be lost here.

Jing Hong's face was solemn, and Yu Mingzhu tapped his shoulder twice, but he found that he still couldn't stop the bleeding, and hurriedly beckoned the disciples of Dantang to send her to Chaoyang Peak.

Cai Xinghe smiled bitterly, his soft sword was too sharp, although the wound was thin, but it was extremely deep. I still have to keep my strength, otherwise the sword will be rolled up, and there will already be one more head on the martial arts field. Ordinary spells can't stop the bleeding at all, so I hope the master of Dantang can save her life......

After saluting the monks around him, Cai Xinghe simply put medicine on his chest and stepped down silently, without the joy of victory at all, still reminiscing about Yu Mingzhu's left-handed knife.

"Four slashes in one slash...... Terrific. ”

In the stands, no one expected such a result, Cai Xinghe, who originally thought that he would win easily, actually won miserably. The two knives in the chest greatly affected the next fighting style, making the hearts of the monks who originally bet on Cai Xinghe to win the championship become wavering.

The third is Lin Shuiyao's battle, the opponent is Shen Fenglian, the son of the Shen family, this student who was evaluated by Xia Tenglong as a dry bone in the coffin, although he is talented and has eight turns in the jade gate, but he is less domineering, although he has many cultivation resources, he has little experience in fighting the enemy.

In the first few rounds of the competition, Shen Fenglian relied on his own cultivation to win the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining, but as soon as he met Lin Shuiyao, his weaknesses were exposed.

Shen Feng is afraid of pain!

A monk who is afraid of pain is the most cowardly.

Although there were two spiritual weapons to protect the body, Shen Fenglian still couldn't help it, and after receiving Lin Shuiyao's cracked jade palm a few times, he shouted to admit defeat, and the monks shook their heads for a while.

wasted such a good talent, if he had such ambition as Yu Mingzhu, his achievements would definitely not be lower than Wang Haoqiong.