The two of them stood opposite each other in the ring, this Wang Ba was also a cultivator of the eleventh level of Qi training, and the two of them were actually on par with each other in terms of cultivation. This monk battle is more than cultivation, generally speaking, the higher cultivation must have the upper hand, it is difficult to fight beyond the ranks, the same cultivation can only be compared to the combat experience, and the monks with rich combat experience can even be unscathed against the monks who lack combat experience of the same level.

Judging from his age, this Wang Ba is much older than Qian Tai, and I am afraid that he has experienced more battles.

"Senior Brother Qian, you and I are old acquaintances, and we have fought several times in recent years, and none of you can beat me, so why humiliate yourself!" Wang Ba was very relaxed, and he was already familiar with the opponent opposite.

"Senior Brother Wang's strength is very strong, Senior Brother still has to ask Senior Brother for advice!" Qian Tai's expression was very solemn, he had also fought against Wang Ba many times, and he couldn't be clearer about the other party's strength.

"In that case, Senior Brother Qian will make a move!" Wang Ba also put on an offensive posture, although he thought that the other party was not his opponent, he would not let his guard down.

Most of the righteous men are fire attribute monks, this Qian Tai is no exception, the two did not use blades, the aura in Qian Tai's body surged, converging towards his hands and feet, and in a moment Qian Tai's hands and feet were covered with a layer of faint fire, and his feet stepped on the ground, and the powerful explosive force made him amazingly fast, and he kicked at Wang Ba, and the whole person seemed to turn into a firelight.

"It's good to come!" Wang Ba laughed. The body squatted slightly, and the golden spiritual power on his hands burst out dazzlingly, quickly condensing into a golden light shield in front of him.

A loud "dang!" rang out throughout the audience, and the audience close to the ring couldn't help but cover their ears.

The power of the battle between the monks is far from being comparable to that of mortals, and the warriors in the audience are all with blazing eyes, staring intently at the two people on the stage, looking forward to one day being able to become a monk themselves. Zhou Changqing was also the first time to see the battle between the monks, and he also watched it with relish.

"Dang, dang, dang......" The two people on the stage kept colliding, the fire was shining, the golden light was dazzling, Qian Tai had been frantically attacking for nearly half a pillar of incense, and the speed and frequency of the attack had decreased a lot, Wang Ba had obviously noticed this, his speed was not as fast as the other party, and he could only take defensive means in a short time, and it seemed that it was time to prepare for a counterattack.

Han Long on the stage also seemed to see this, and turned his head to Zhang Hengdao, "Zhang Daoyou, it seems that the winner has been decided!"

"Hmph, that's not necessarily!" the expression on Zhang Heng's face did not change at all.

The two people on the stage also seemed to have a result, Qian Tai's speed was finally not as fast as at the beginning, and when he kicked Wang Ba once, he was grabbed by Wang Ba's ankle.

"Senior Brother Qian, it's over!" Wang Ba had a smile on his face.

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang, it's over!" Qian Tai bowed his body, and suddenly pressed his hands behind his back to Wang Ba's chest, and the fire between his hands was blazing, it was actually an orange fireball, which was exuding an aura of destruction.

"Hmph! How can this means win me! It's just a dying struggle!" Wang Ba pointed into a sword, and the golden light flowed between his fingers, and one finger stabbed out extremely fast, shattering the fireball, and stabbing Qian Tai's chest unabated.

Although Qian Tai resisted with mana by reflex, he was still stabbed, two fingers pierced into his chest, blood flowed, and there was a metallic spiritual power in his body, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground, and hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground to suppress it.

"Accept it! Senior Brother Qian!" Wang Ba bowed his hand to Qian Tai on the ground, and then walked out of the ring, most of the mana in his body was consumed, and his face was a little unsightly.

"Hahaha...... It's so exciting!" Han Long laughed, very happy.

"Hmph!" Zhang Heng snorted coldly and did not speak.

At this time, a sword roar sounded, a sword light flashed, and a young man was already standing in the ring, he raised his long sword and pointed directly at Zhuo Qingfeng, this person and Zhuo Qingfeng are also cultivators of the twelfth layer of Qi training, named Xu Ning, the top master of the younger generation of Longhumen, he and Zhuo Qingfeng are called the first masters of the young generation of Guanglong City, no one has seen them fight before, I heard that the two have studied swordsmanship in the same martial arts hall, but no one has confirmed it.

Zhuo Qingfeng had a complicated expression on his face, but he didn't hesitate, he took a step more than ten meters away, and walked to the stage in three or five steps.

"Senior Brother Xu, it's been so many years! You are still the same, and you haven't changed at all. ”

"Hmph! Don't talk nonsense!Look at the sword!" Xu Ning didn't mean to talk to Zhuo Qingfeng more, a sword stabbed towards Zhuo Qingfeng, a sword light slashed, Xu Ning seemed to be one with the sword light, Zhuo Qingfeng's body rotated a few times, "Ding Ding Ding ......" The two long swords struck, and Xu Ning's long sword deflected in the direction.

Xu Ning seemed to have expected it, his body fell backwards after crossing Zhuo Qingfeng, at an angle of 45 degrees to the ground, the long sword made a horizontal cut, sweeping towards Zhuo Qingfeng, Zhuo Qingfeng jumped up suddenly, and while dodging this sweep, his right hand pulled out the long sword behind him, and the mana in his body surged, and the long sword suddenly shrouded in blue light, slashing downward, and a cyan sword qi slashed towards Xu Ning.

"Senior Brother Xu, no matter what, I must win this one today!"

Xu Ning also saw this sword light, and quickly blocked the long sword in front of him, and the fire on the sword body burst out. The sword light slashed on Xu Ning's long sword, and the powerful force made Xu Ning, who had not yet stood firm, "Oh, w, w" take three steps back.

Xu Ning stood firm, and the long sword was stationed.

"Then let me see how much you have improved after a few years!"

After that, the spiritual power on his body surged, and the fire on the sword body was even stronger, extending forward, Xu Ning seemed to be holding a flame long stick in his hand.

The long sword in Zhuo Qingfeng's hand was swallowing cyan light, and the spiritual power on his body flowed, Zhuo Qingfeng's whole person seemed to be shrouded in cyan light, and his body slowly floated.

"After so many years, you are still the same, as a sword cultivator, a powerful attack is the right path, but you go to practice some so-called light body exercises. ”

"Senior Brother Xu, you are too paranoid!" Zhuo Qingfeng looked unmoved.

"Really?" Xu Ning had a sarcastic look on his face, and the flames on the long sword in his hand suddenly split into two small flame swords, and the two flame sword lights flew around Xu Ning's body, making Xu Ning look like a flame oven.

The expression on Zhuo Qingfeng's face was solemn, he pinched a sword duel in his right hand, and the long sword with blue light flowing in his hand came out of his hand and shot towards Xu Ning, and a cyan light crossed in the air.

"Ding!" Xu Ning waved the long sword in his hand and opened the sword, but Zhuo Qingfeng in mid-air slid between his fingers, and the long sword with his back open flew back and attacked Xu Ning again.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" The sound of the long sword colliding kept sounding, and occasionally two flame swords slashed towards Zhuo Qingfeng in the air, but they were easily flashed by Zhuo Qingfeng.

The sound of the long sword colliding became more and more dense, and the sound became more and more sharp, and Xu Ning on the ground swung the long sword impenetrable, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a flame field. In the sky, the fingers of Zhuo Qingfeng's right hand kept swiping, and the cyan sword light became faster and faster.

Finally, at a certain moment, the cyan sword light stopped in front of Zhuo Qingfeng, and Xu Ning, who was shrouded in flames on the ground, also slowly appeared, looking up at Zhuo Qingfeng in the air.

"What's the matter, isn't it?, your attack is completely inadequate, how much mana do you still have enough for you to squander!" Xu Ning's face sneered.

"Although the mana is not very much, it is enough to deal with you!" Zhuo Qingfeng's faint voice came out, only to see his left hand on his waist, a soft sword appeared in his left hand, and as the mana was injected into the sword body software, it was also covered with a layer of blue light, and the left hand pinched a sword duel like the previous right hand, and the soft sword also floated in front of him, and the sword body still fluctuated slightly.

Xu Ning's face on the ground changed, "How can you control two swords!?"

"So, are you ready?" Zhuo Qingfeng swiped between his fingers, and the two long swords flew towards Xu Ning at the same time, and Xu Ning swung the long sword a little faster on the ground.

"Damn!, can't I still be as hard as he is in my cultivation!?Block me, block, block!!" Xu Ning's face was hideous, and suddenly a sword light shot from the back of his head, Xu Ning turned his head, and the sword light slashed across his cheek, bringing out a long blood mark.

The audience was silent, shocked by this kind of battle between monks. Han Long's face on the stage was very unsightly, and the cyan sword broke through into the flame realm from time to time, thinking that Xu Ning's situation was not very good.

"That's enough!!" Han Long shouted, and a terrifying spiritual power palm print forced the two sword lights back.

Zhuo Qingfeng put his sword into the sheath.

"Senior Brother Xu, admit it!" After saying that, he walked back to his seat and received a huge cry from all the audience.

Xu Ning in the ring was full of sword marks, and blood dripped onto the ring, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. dragged the long sword and walked out of the ring without saying a word, and the crowd gave him an aisle, leaving a lonely back. Although Xu Ning was defeated, Zhou Changqing admired this person very much.

"Good job, junior nephew, what happened to you before that Xu Ning?" Zhou Changqing turned around and asked Zhuo Qingfeng.

"Uncle Shi, this ......" Zhuo Qingfeng had a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Did you get a love debt when you were young?" Zhou Changqing thought thoughtfully, and made up a singing and crying love triangle in his brain.

"How do you know?!" Zhuo Qingfeng looked incredulous.

Zhou Changqing felt that he had suddenly tapped into an amazing ability in himself, did he still have the potential to be a detective?

The two of them are only in their 20s, but they are actually in their 40s, and they have a lifespan of 200 years. When the two were young, they learned martial arts in the same martial arts hall, and the daughter of the martial arts master was the origin of the grievances between the two, Xu Ning had been devoted to her since he saw her, and launched a crazy pursuit of her. Xu Ning was angry because of this incident, and he must defeat Zhuo Qingfeng Kai to prove himself.

In the end, the woman still didn't choose Xu Ning, and chose to marry the son of the owner of a big commercial house, and now the children are almost twenty years old. Well, that's really a sad story.

Zhou Changqing thought in his mind about how to turn this Xu Ning to Xuanqing Gate, this is a good seedling.