"Senior Sister Shui, please!" said Yang Yang, a thick man dressed in black.

"Senior Brother Yang, please be merciful. "Dressed in green, Chu Chu is moving, and the twenty-eight-year-old water Xinyang painting smiled.

As soon as the words fell, Shui Xinyang's willow eyebrows were raised, his body was really whirling, holding the Yin and Yang Bladed Twin Swords, and his body was extremely fast, like a whirlwind passing by. Where is the slightest bit of weakness?

I saw a cloud of black and white sword light embracing her figure and wrapping it towards Yang Yang Deyi. Suddenly, the two were in a mess.

In Yang Yang Deyi's hand is a wide broken back spirit knife, which is fierce. He blew his beard and brushed a few times, the knife was fierce, and there was a boom in the air. Every knife is powerful and heavy, and it can break the mountains.

Shui Xinyang's double-edged sword is extremely fast, and extremely powerful, plus her body is extremely fast.

One is as powerful as a tiger, the other is as dexterous as a bird, and suddenly, the two are indistinguishable, no matter how good they are.

"You say, what is this mighty Yang Yang or is it so powerful that the female disciple of the water-based Yang Flower is so powerful?" a disciple watching the battle asked another disciple watching the battle next to him.

"I think Yang Yang is more proud, that very watery female disciple, except for the faster body and swordsmanship, it doesn't seem to be very powerful, I think it's been a long time, she must be invincible to Yang Yang. ”

"But I think the female disciple called the water-based Yanghua is more powerful. ”

"Bet!"

"Fight and fight, the losing side will give the winner who guessed correctly ten medium-grade spirit stones, how about it?"

"No, this is the Billboard Competition, ten medium-grade spirit stones are too few, at least fifteen. ”

"Fifteen is fifteen!"

At this time, in the ring, Yang Yang Deyi's movements seemed to be half a beat slower than Shui Xinyang's every step, but even though Shui Xinyang's attack was fierce, he could never break his defense.

On the contrary, under the strong attack of the other party, he was drenched in sweat and panting. It seems that Yang Yang Deyi is a fierce and stable disciple, with a balance between offense and defense.

Yang Yang Deyi dantian pneumatic, real force agitation, a knife slashed, accompanied by the roaring wind, a very strong knife force attacked, Shui Xinyan suddenly felt difficult to breathe, and the double-edged sword hurriedly blocked.

Yang Yang's art knife light suddenly erupted, and the double-edged sword light painted by Shui Xinyan suddenly disappeared, her feet were attached to the smooth ground of the ring, and she was directly cut back by the knife force for six or seven steps before stopping.

"Fuck, so fierce!" the disciple complimented.

Shui Xinyan was panting, her chest kept rising and falling, and she didn't have time to breathe. Yang Yang Deyi slashed over frantically again. There was another gust of wind, and Yang Yang Deyi's sword aura violently broke through the defense of Shui Xinyan's painting.

"Ahh

She was swept by the spirit knife, and was directly slashed by a knife, and a deep knife mark appeared on the magic robe. Her body was like a kite with a broken string flying on the stage, her body shook violently, and her hands and legs were shaking.

"Hmm!" a moan came out of her mouth.

Shui Xinyan's eyes were dark, a mouthful of blood recited the corners of her mouth, and she was unsteady on her feet. As soon as the body is weak, it will fall. In a hurry, she stabbed the ground with her left blade sword, and hit the ground to keep her shaking body from falling.

"Hehe, little beauty, how does it taste to eat my big knife?" Yang Yang Deyi's eyes narrowed, and he was very happy when he saw Shui Xinyang's demon body trembling.

Shui Xinyan ignored the painting and secretly breathed.

"Sister, as long as you admit defeat, brother, I will no longer attack you, don't look at my brother, I look thick, but brother, I am a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade!"

Seeing the rugged Yang Yang Deyi, he was proud, and Shui Xinyang's firm chest rose and fell more violently, and her chest was sprinkled with blood like peach blossoms.

In the first row in front of the ring, a male disciple who saw it more realistically said secretly: "Fuck, it's too yellow and violent!"

Another disciple said, "It's Beauty and the Beast!"

"No, it's the aesthetics of violence!"

At this time, Yi Nan had quietly come to the fourth platform and blended into the crowd. He felt that Yang Yang Deyi was just a two-board axe and would definitely lose. And, it will soon be defeated.

However, he doesn't care at all who wins or loses between these two. He waited to watch the next potential opponent He Bibi's game, the so-called knowing himself and knowing the enemy, and he would not be defeated in a hundred battles.

"Die!" Shui Xinyanghua suddenly stood up, not even wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, letting it drip freely.

She was as fast as electricity, like a green whirlwind, floating towards Yang Yang Deyi, Yang Yang Deyi sneered, the knife qi was vertical and horizontal, and it opened and closed.

Shui Xinyang's body painting method was extremely fast, dexterously dodging, and one after another splitting the air knife intent spread around her, booming. Her robes were constantly fluttering with the aura of the sword.

At this time, Shui Xinyang's hair wrapped in silver hair was swept away by the knife qi, and the hair rope fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a waterfall-like hair spread out and floated in the air. It seems that people are more elegant and handsome.

Click

Click

One after another, the violent sword power slashed at the spar ring, drawing terrifying knife marks.

"Sad Sword Technique!"

Shui Xinyang's pretty face was suddenly as red as a peach blossom, as if she was drunk, her eyes were red, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. That heartbroken look looks extremely heart-wrenching.

At this time, there were disciples of the Inner Sect who were watching the battle, crying in a low voice.

More disciples looked sad, looking like they had died of their beloved relatives.

Through the seal, they all seemed to feel a strong sense of distress, and spontaneously appeared.

The "Sad Sword Technique" is that after the swordsman used is injured, it must be combined with spells to make the sword intent full of grief and indignation, which is extremely powerful, and also attacks with divine thoughts.

Suddenly, Yang Yang Deyi screamed, and his heart ached, like a knife twisting, and Shui Xinyanghua began to fight back.

Her body was covered with a layer of green mist, and she floated towards Yang Yang Deyi.

"Why do I suddenly feel so sad!" Yang Yang Deyi was attacked by the divine thoughts, and he was a little sluggish, completely forgetting to attack.

Until a misty figure floated over.

Only then did I feel a chilling cold aura spreading.

"Not good!"

At this moment, there was no human figure in the mist, only a pair of sharp swords emerged, stabbing him in both ribs.

is a good Yang Yang Deyi, and a swastika talisman suddenly appeared on his chest.

The swastika talisman instantly erupted into a burst of intense golden light, with a halo.

In one fell swoop, the cold double-edged sword was forced back.

Yang Yang Deyi slashed away suddenly, and the mist dispersed.

The touching painting of the water has already faded.

And the mist incarnate is just her cover.

"What a ruthless person, even the sad swordsmanship didn't destroy you, look at the sword. The water is squealing.

She frowned, the Yin and Yang double-edged sword was integrated in her right hand, and her left index finger swiped against the Yin and Yang double-edged sword, and a black light swept over the sword body.

"Sword Thunder Breaking Talisman!"

A thick sword light flew out from the twin swords and struck at the swastika light rune, the swastika light rune shattered, and the light of the swastika light extinguished.

She handed her left sword to her left hand again, and a tear dripped onto her left blade.

She recited the law decision, and once again activated the sad sword technique, the yin blade sword qi in her left hand was urged, and the cold, teardrops with a heart-wrenching message popped out, dissolving the sad sword intent and shooting into Yang Yang Deyi's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Yang Yang Deyi's body was stunned, as if he had been hit by a sad blow that destroyed the world, and he was stunned.

However, after all, he was a high-ranking monk and had a lot of experience, and his left hand covered his chest that was about to crack with sadness, and suddenly, he bit the tip of his tongue.

And the tongue touched the roof of the mouth, a stream of blood and qi went up, forcibly impacting the center of the eyebrows, only then did he feel clear and his body moved.

However, although he was only in a short daze, the defeat was irretrievable. The double-edged sword drawn by Shui Xinyang had already flown out, and with a whirlwind, it slashed at his body.

And the transfiguration mist body also attacked Yang Yang Deyi.

Yang Yang was slashed with a big knife, and once again smashed the water Xinyang painting, using the water attribute exercise, and urging the prosthesis of the water mist to change.

But Shui Xinyang's painting is just a false move, her real body has flown to the top of Yang Yang Deyi's head, and a pair of sturdy beautiful legs are tightly clamped around Yang Yang Deyi's neck, as long as she rotates, Yang Yang Deyi's head will inevitably be twisted and moved.

However, in the Fengyun Competition, it is not allowed to kill the opponent, and as for being crippled and seriously injured, although the sect does not want to see it, but the sword has no eyes, and it can't be taken care of anymore.

The painting did not break his neck.

Her legs suddenly became iron, tightly clamping Yang Yang Deyi's neck, and a clicking sound sounded.

Shui Xinyang's painting uses the heavy body technique, and Yang Yang Deyi feels that he is carrying a big mountain.

He was so hard to carry that he got down on one knee under pressure.

At this time, the double swords with wind blades were inserted into the Baihui acupoint above Yang Yang Deyi's head.

was still an inch away from the top of Yang Yang Deyi's head, and the double-edged sword stopped.

"Don't admit defeat yet!"

Yang Yang Deyi felt that the power of the sword blade that was about to pierce his head stopped in the air just right, but he still felt a cold chill, as long as Shui Xinyang's painting spit out at will, his head would be pierced by the wind blade.

"Auntie, I admit it. You come down. Yang Yang was sweating profusely.

Shui Xinyang's iron-like legs loosened, and the power of the wind blade was also recovered.

She was like a swallow copying water, and people flew down from the top of Yang Yang Deyi's head, and she landed on the edge of the ring.

"Ahem!" Yang Yang Deyi touched his neck with his left hand and coughed violently.

"I'm tired!" Yang Yang Deyi lay down on the ground.

"Haha, the water-based poplar is amazing!"

There were disciples who let out a loud laugh.

"In this round, Shui Xinyang's painting won and advanced to the next round. Let's all go down!"

The executive announced.

Shui Xinyang's body shot into the crowd as soon as she painted her body, and Yang Yang Deyi hurriedly got up and limped off the ring.

"He Bibi, against Wang Zhichong, took the stage to compete. At this time, the deacon announced.

"Wow, it's finally begun!" There was some restlessness in the crowd, after all, many disciples came to watch the battle against He Bibi.

Two figures flew onto the stage.

"Wang Zhichong, make a move!" He Bibi's face was slightly dark, and there was a black mole in the middle of his left face. The black mole has a thick, gorilla-like hair.

He was tall and his body was full of strong Dao power.

According to legend, his mother was raped by a gorilla who came down the mountain to snatch food.

At this time, what was surprising was that Wang Zhichong was directly a soy sauce player.

"How dare I fight against Senior Brother He, I admit defeat. Wang Zhichong hugged his fists.

He Bibi didn't say anything.

Then, Wang Zhi jumped and jumped off the platform.

Suddenly, there was a boo from the audience.

It turned out that Wang Zhichong deliberately stammered He Bibi. He thought that he would lose anyway, it was better to admit defeat directly, which would increase He Bibi's reputation among the disciples of the Inner Sect and establish a strong reputation, and He Bibi was not a fool, he was so stubborn to him, in the future, if he asked him for something, he would naturally agree.

Yi Nan shook his head.