After this extremely fast figure, a bloody hole was cut out of Ding Ling's waist, and the blood was thrown into the air by the strong flowing wind, splashing gorgeous blood flowers.

"If this weren't a martial arts competition, Ding Ling would have died. ”

This time, Bai Maxiao didn't ask why, because he knew that if the sword just now was stabbed head-on, the force generated at that speed would be enough to tear Ding Ling to pieces.

It seems that Mo said that he used spiritual arts, and Jian Yin was enough to defeat Ding Ling in terms of physical skills alone, but it was a pity that he was bound by the rules.

Thinking about it like this, Bai Ma Xiao hammered his fist on the railing in annoyance, and his heart was very unhappy.

Being bullied because of the rules reminded him of what happened in Dongzhou.

Shouldn't the rules of this world be the law of the jungle?

He was secretly annoyed there, but Ding Ling was also terrified.

She also knew that if she could stab her waist, she could pierce her chest, and the move just now was obviously saved by the rules, and this Fu Jianyin obviously saved her life.

Although she was very afraid, she didn't panic because of this, because at the same time, she also knew that the move just now could be hit, firstly, because of her own light enemy, and secondly, the speed of this sword sound was indeed far superior to herself.

But this can only be better than oneself without using spells, and no matter how powerful the speed is, it cannot break free from the shackles of nature.

"If we don't have the ring under our feet, you're a corpse—you shouldn't let up. ”

Ding Lingyin was a little angry, a little annoyed, "Thank you so much for your teaching." However, you only have this one chance, and if you don't grasp it, don't regret it!"

The sword sound did not respond, or it had already responded with the sword in his hand, and in an instant, the figure disappeared again.

This time, she did not appear behind Ding Ling, but appeared in front of Ding Ling, and the thirty-six red lotus and Ding Ling's short sword struck, and then there was a loud sound of "dang", accompanied by a lagging strong wind, and it spread violently.

The collision of the two forces made the strong wind even more violent than just now, and it only hit the viewing platforms on both sides of the infield, blowing that everyone couldn't help but blink.

In the blink of an eye, as soon as her eyes opened, another gust of wind blew in front of her, and the movement of the sword sound had changed, and at that moment she stabbed out another one, but was once again parried by Ding Ling.

One dared to fight, the other dared to pick up, and the speed of these two people suddenly rose countless notches at that moment.

As Ding Ling said just now, Jian Yin's first sword is her only chance.

Immediately after that, the two of them fought against each other again and again in the same way, raising a strong wind again and again, only to blow so that Bai Maxiao couldn't face it, stretched out his arm to block it in front of him, and turned his face sideways to barely open his eyes.

When they first tested each other, the audience could still see the shadow of the sword, but now they couldn't even see the movement, like a slideshow playing at a rapid pace.

Obviously, Ding Ling had already used her mysterious spiritual technique, and she actually caught the speed of the sword sound again and again.

......

From this moment on, Nie Jianfeng's eyes became more resolute, even in the face of such a strong wind, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and even blinking only occasionally appeared.

"How did you do that, and is it useful to concentrate spiritual power on your eyelids?"

Nie Jianfeng ignored him, Bai Ma Xiaowu tried himself, and as soon as his spiritual power converged on his eyelids, he immediately felt that his eyelids were instantly much heavier, and his eyes seemed to be pressed hard, and his eyes hurt so much that his eyes were full of stars, and tears kept pouring out.

Tang Shanyu on the side didn't know that he was dying, and when he saw him like this, he thought he was blown by the wind, so he pulled him closer angrily, and said angrily, "Look at your little bit of interest!"

That being said, she rubbed her eyes gently for him, and the soft strength didn't match her tone at all.

After rubbing it for a while, the discomfort in his eyes finally eased, and Bai Maxiao rubbed his eyes and said, "Thank you, senior sister." ”

Tang Shanyu opened his hand and scolded, "Don't rub your dirty hands around, be careful of pink eye!"

At this time, Bai Maxiao couldn't care about so much, he just wanted to open his eyes again as soon as possible and see the movement in the ring.

took Tang Shanyu's handkerchief and rubbed it again, Bai Maxiao could finally see clearly, and at this time, the two in the ring had separated again, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

......

After dozens of attempts in a row, Jian Yin seemed to know that it was just a futile effort, and finally retracted his sword.

"It's useless, I told you that if you didn't use spells, you would never be my opponent. ”

Jian Yin finally chose to believe in this sentence at this moment, the Flowing Wind Sword Intent was already the strongest physical technique she could handle, and it couldn't hurt her at all in front of her spiritual art.

But she had never considered using spiritual arts, and in addition to the basic policy of not being able to implicate the Sword Sect, there was another reason that it was "unnecessary".

She didn't plan to win against Ding Ling.

"I said, I don't know spells!" When he said this, Jian Yin's aura had already begun to be disordered, and it was obvious that his physical strength had gradually reached its end.

The continuous use of the gods and the flowing wind makes her physical strength depleted extremely fast.

"That's really no way. I can defend against your sword. But my sword is not out yet. ”

Indeed, Ding Ling has been on the defensive just now, and if he launches an offensive at this time, Jian Yin is absolutely unstoppable.

"Get out of your sword, you don't have to keep your hands. ”

Ding Ling raised her eyebrows, she couldn't see through what the person in front of her was thinking, and she swept the short sword in her hand, this small action seemed to imply that she was hesitating.

After a while, her figure suddenly disappeared, and she came to Jianyin in the blink of an eye, just like the night when the goose returned to the building, there was no movement, but the sword had already pierced Jianyin's side.

Almost at the same time, Jian Yin opened his sword, as if blocking the sword.

......

Bai Maxiao was pleasantly surprised, "The sound of the sword can be stopped!

Compared to the fact that there was no way to fight back that night, this time Jian Yin was able to open her sword was a great improvement, and Bai Maxiao seemed to see hope.

Nie Jianfeng's eyebrows didn't stretch, "No, Uncle Xiao didn't block it." ”

"How could it be?

"Although the gap is very small, it is still a moment late when Uncle Xiao swings his sword. The one surnamed Ding deliberately withdrew his hand. ”

Deliberately?

Bai Ma Xiao looked at them in disbelief, every time Ding Ling's dodge attack was opened by Jian Yin, in his eyes, it was obviously Jian Yin who blocked her sword, but Nie Jianfeng seemed to be able to see the extremely subtle time difference.

When did Lao Nie become so powerful?

Bai Maxiao thought so, and glanced at Nie Jianfeng again, only to find that although he was sitting upright, watching the ring intently and motionless, there seemed to be a breeze around him, blowing the hem of his clothes and hair swaying.

But there's no wind around.

......

After more than a dozen moves, Ding Ling dodged, teleported to a distance, and once again distanced himself from Jian Yin, and said with a smile, "You spared me a sword just now, this time I spared you twenty swords, is it even?"

Others can't see it, but the sound of the sword is the same as Nie Jianfeng, and she can detect Ding Ling's stay, otherwise, the twenty swords just now, she would have died twenty times.

Spare me a sword, and give it back twenty times?

This girl is quite interesting.

"Flattened. I've got what I want, so end it as soon as possible. ”

Ding Ling frowned, "What are you anxious about?"

"The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade. The people who planted the trees were not in a hurry, but there were still people who were in a hurry to enjoy the shade. ”

Ding Ling was puzzled by this, "You say so, I'm that a cool day?"

Kenyin gasped and forced a smile, "Maybe." ”

"The person who took advantage of the cool was your fellow disciple surnamed Nie?"

Jian Yin couldn't help but glance in the direction of the stands, saw the two people with worried faces, and smiled slightly, "Maybe." ”

Ding Ling frowned slightly, only feeling that she seemed to mean something else, but at this moment, she was obviously at the end of her life, but she didn't see a trace of sadness, as if they were bound to win the final.

Without much thought, she was already a little impatient, "It's a pity that I couldn't see your true strength." But it's still a long way to go. ”

As she spoke, she raised her sword again, ready to deliver the final blow to Jian Yin.

Jian Yin also felt this last atmosphere, held the sword with his backhand, and put on a posture.

That posture is the sword intent of the gods.

With the last of her strength, even if this almost 100% defensive parry could prevent Ding Ling, she would not have any extra strength to fight back.

However, there was no need for her to fight back, because the tree she had planted had already grown and was waiting for the arrival of those who would take advantage of the shade.

This canceled out Xiao Kui's "Heavenly Spear" in an instant, and when dealing with Ding Ling's mysterious spiritual art, could he have the power to parry?

This suspense didn't last long, and Ding Ling's figure disappeared suddenly.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Jian Yi, but Jian Yin's movements did not change.

"Did she prevent it?" Bai Maxiao's two eyes widened like copper bells, and he asked Nie Jianfeng beside him in a wooden manner.

But seeing that he had been frowning all the time, there was actually a trace of consternation, although he didn't speak, but Bai Maxiao felt that something was wrong.

"Dangchang" made a crisp sound, the red lotus fell to the ground, and the sword sound fell down.

Immediately afterward, a puddle of red flowed from under her.

The sword intent of the gods, but still has no power to fight back?!

"Sword sound!" Bai Ma Xiao shouted, flipped down from the stands, and ran into the ring in a few steps.

"Fu Jianyin loses consciousness, Hanmo Sword Gate wins!"

Hakuma Xiao hurriedly turned the sword over and called out her name almost with a roar.

After a while, Jian Yin opened his eyes with difficulty and squeezed out a smile, "I'm fine, I'm just too tired." ”

Bai Ma Xiao was stunned for a moment, but saw that although blood was indeed gushing out of her abdomen, the amount of blood was not large, and it could be seen that the wound was not very deep.

It doesn't seem to be lethal enough.

Bai Ma Xiao hurriedly picked her up, and was just about to step out of the ring, when several people in official uniforms walked over, who were the medical officers of the Martial Arts Conference.

They were about to take the sword sound, but they were shouted back by Hakuma Shino, "Go away!"

The medical officers watched in a daze as he carried Jian Yin back to the stands step by step, as if he didn't need their treatment.

At this moment, his back looked extremely tall, but it was also very heavy.