Chapter 287: No Contention

It's just that with the beggar gang and the Yin Shan faction competing in such a "harmonious" way, the smell of gunpowder at the next airport is not strong.

After a long time, a gong sounded, and I could only hear the messenger singing at the top of his voice: "Next game, by the ......" The messenger paused for a while before he said: "From the nameless party to the Yin Shan faction." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yin actually jumped into the ring lightly from the crowd, only to see that he was soaked in snow blue, with a long body and a jade body, and he looked like a handsome man, and opened the folding fan with a "bang", showing the gorgeous fan.

Lingxi's eyes widened, "Senior, senior brother!" said with a very surprised expression.

Bai Junqian also frowned, thinking that Yin was missing just now, so he went to sign up for this competition.

Just when they were all wondering why Silver would go on stage to compete in martial arts, Yindi's opponent was raised, only to see the corner of the clothes flickering in front of everyone's eyes.

The next moment, Xiao Jing of the Yin Shan faction landed firmly in the ring, and it was really fast.

When Yin saw it, he smiled, and then looked at Qingyun behind Xiao Jing, it turned out that he wanted to be in the limelight.

Bai Junqian didn't want to let Yin show his head, so as not to attract too many people's attention, so he talked to Guang Yunzi. However, the person has come to the stage at this moment, even Guangyunzi is not good to do anything, and after a low discussion among the people, they quieted down.

And Xiao Jing had already drawn his sword.

"Please also ask Brother Xiao's subordinates to be merciful. Silver smiled and snapped the fan shut.

Xiao Jing retracted his stunned expression, threw away the scabbard, and pointed his sword at Yin, "Please." ”

The atmosphere began to solidify, but Yin did not pull out the sword at his waist, but still looked at the Yin Shan Sect and smiled.

Xiao Jing felt that Yin disrespected him and underestimated him, so he was a little angry at the moment, "Be careful!" He flipped his wrist and stabbed him with a sword.

Yin didn't pull out the sword at his waist, the weapon was naturally the folding fan in his hand, in fact, it couldn't be seen on the surface, the inner bone of this folding fan was also made of dark iron, and he attached the aura to it to make it stronger.

I saw him turn sideways, and the folding fan pointed at Xiao Jingdi's arm. Xiao Jing hurriedly retreated, and with a local sound, the sword and the fan collided together.

The two quickly separated, Xiao Jing only paused, and then lightly kicked his right foot and attacked again. I saw that his move was like a move, and the move was pressing, and a long sword danced brightly, and Tuan Tuan caged the silver under the sword light.

In fact, such a Ling Ran's imposing sword move was also used by Guang Yunzi, saying that it was to show the momentum of the Yin Shan faction, but who would have thought that this scene was actually a competition with the disciples of the Ethereal Immortals.

For a moment, compared with the previous painless competitions, the posture of this competition was very different, which attracted applause from the audience.

On the silver side, because the folding fan is shorter than the long sword, it is inevitable that he will suffer a little from the innate situation, and at this moment, under Xiao Jing's sudden and intensive attack, he seems a little tired to face it. Despite this, his noble son's posture did not fall at all, and he saw his snow-blue brocade robe flying in his clothes, and his demeanor was still the same, but he also won the favor of a group of female disciples.

But Bai Junqian just wanted to hold his forehead and lament, how could he hand over such a disciple.

"Why doesn't Senior Brother come out with a sword?"

"Your senior brother is pretending to be handsome, didn't you see that the kid in the silver before the start kept looking at the Qingyun in the Yin Shan faction?" Chang Yuechen said.

Hearing this, Lingxi was also a little speechless, and Lan Huanxi on the side looked at that Qingyun. After a moment, he looked away, but he was out of the place.

The voice of the Hai Dongqing in the sky and the earth resounded in this area.

At the same time, Yan Yuanhong, who was sitting on a high place, also had a look in his eyes, and looked at Bai Junqian with some inexplicable meaning.

Both of them were fast and fast, and in a moment they had already made nearly a hundred moves, and with another impact, the two figures quickly separated again, and then fought together.

Xiao Jing held his breath, the offensive became more and more fierce, and he faintly put on a posture of only attacking but not defending. However, Silver never drew his sword, which made him fall into anxiety.

The people below also had a step and couldn't help but stand up, but Bai Junqian was looking forward to the end of this competition soon.

He has seen this Xiao Jingdi's martial arts, his foundation is good, and his sword moves are exquisite, but the sword intent is far from the fire, and the moves are difficult to get rid of, not to mention, once the rhythm is disrupted, it is difficult to turn over.

Yin also seemed to notice this, although he seemed to be at a disadvantage at this time, in fact, he was much more sophisticated than Xiao Jing in terms of demolition moves. A folding fan opens and closes freely in the hand, and rotates to a certain extent.

What's more, Xiao Jing was desperate to make a strong attack for a while, and the loss of aura was also great, and blindly seeking speed, he failed to bring out the maximum power of their Yin Shan faction's swordsmanship.

Therefore, in this competition, as long as Silver catches that flaw, it is only a matter of time before the situation is broken. It's just that this silver seems to have been delaying this competition in order to be in the limelight, causing the anxiety in Xiao Jing's heart to become bigger and bigger.

But sure enough, after half a pillar of incense, Xiao Jing's aura was already gone, while Yin was gradually getting better.

I saw that a folding fan was turning flexibly in his hand, and the sword gradually weaved a net glowing with silver light, and slowly moved towards Xiao Jingcage with the momentum of silver.

Under the same line, Xiao Jing's moves became more and more sluggish, and later, it was just the reader's encouragement and support.

But it's also strange to say, several times when he saw that he was about to lose, but he was able to avoid it dangerously, which really made Yin frown several times, and he couldn't help but speculate in his heart: "Isn't this kid still a good move?

Suddenly, Xiao Jing's eyes lit up, the direction of the sword began to change, and Yin also reacted in time, but when he saw that the fan was not long enough to resist, he threw the fan that was already somewhat damaged and pulled out the sword at his waist.

Finally, under a big flash, the silver dark luck aura flipped the sword over, and Xiao Jing's sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

It's just that Xiao Jing didn't give up, he still rushed up several times, even if someone had already stopped, he still didn't want to admit defeat and continued to rush up, Yin was also a little annoyed to deal with it, and he didn't deliberately curb the flow of aura in the next sword, and directly shot the sword at the usual speed and strength. Then Xiao Jing was directly bounced out by the sword qi, and fell heavily to the ground, and the long sword that had taken off his hand fell to his side with a thud.

That Qingyun immediately walked over to help, and Guang Yunzi's face was not very good-looking.

"Senior brother!" Qing Yun just helped Xiao Jing up, but Xiao Jing grabbed the sword again, and with great difficulty, he had to fight again.

"Senior brother!" that Dieyi Jin also couldn't bear to walk over and support Xiao Jing together.

Xiao Jing shook his hand with a white face, and his eyes were terrifyingly bright.

"Brother Xiao, concede. Silver also seemed to feel a little guilty, arched his hand, and then planned to step out of the ring, and his voice was clearly heard throughout the audience in the sound of the rain that began to fall.

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