Qin Feng saw that the red long sword in Jiang Ming's hand was strange, like a stroke of genius, and couldn't help but cheer secretly. The complexion is more solemn. The long sword in his hand is still unhurried, just like his person, humble and calm.

The two intersected with their long swords and fought together. Jiang Ming hadn't learned any swordsmanship, so he could only see the moves. Qin Feng's long sword was connected to the sword net, and the momentum was like an abyss, making Jiang Ming enter the sea like a mud cow with every sword, and the huge defensive ability of the sword net and the unmatched melting power were staggering.

At this time, Qin Feng was actually under a lot of pressure.

Every time Jiang Ming approached, the cyan long sword would produce a dignified suction force, like a vortex to suck away the sword net he had painstakingly managed, although it was almost imperceptible every time, but as keen as him, he had already sensed that something was wrong, and if it went on like this, it would be extremely unfavorable to him.

The two of them are endless, the more Jiang Ming fights, the more the sword light in his hand increases, the more Qin Feng fights, the more he feels that the Yuan Force in his body is a little restless, and he can't control the circle like Fang Cai. However, the Taihe Heaven Replenishing Sword Technique is well versed in the way of heaven, Qin Feng quickly sought a balance from it, and when the long sword in his hand turned, the sword moves were still unpretentious, and every move was appropriate, not giving Jiang Ming a chance to suck it. The power of the sword network is endless, as if endless. The little advantage that Jiang Ming had worked so hard to manage was suddenly gone.

"Worried! This sword technique is simply amazing! If you are in a hurry, you have to be killed by this sword technique!" Jiang Ming smiled bitterly, the red long sword in his hand stabbed on the sword net, his body flipped, and the blue light in his left hand shone brightly, and it actually condensed into a cyan long sword, but the red light was a little conspicuous where the cyan long sword bladed.

"Hmph... You are one and the same, and the two of me are endless...?"

There was another sensation in the field, Jiang Ming's performance today was really shocking in their hearts, wave after wave, no matter whether they won or lost today, the name Jiang Ming was in the mountains, and no one dared to underestimate it.

Only Han Chu in the corner of the audience had a resentful look in his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a vicious beast eager to choose someone to devour.

"Senior sister, look at this guy! How many methods is hidden?!" the little fat man complained, but clapped his hands and said that he was a little excited.

"We have to work hard, in less than two years, I'm afraid we will be overtaken by this junior brother..."

Jiang Ming threw the sword in his left hand out of his hand, and then the qi machine pulled it and controlled it within half a zhang of his body, which was the distance limit that his current cultivation could control.

And the crimson long sword in his right hand still saw the moves, resisting Qin Feng's attack with long sword intent. And the cyan sword that surrounds his side intrudes on the sword net from time to time, connecting the Taiji diagram in his body to absorb the yuan power from above.

Once again, the battle turned into a war of attrition.

A quarter of an hour later, the sword net held up by Qin Feng was empty, and most of the Yuan Force on it was absorbed by the cyan long sword, turning into the Yuan Force in Jiang Ming's body, Jiang Ming became more and more brave the more he fought, but Qin Feng was already in decline.

Qin Feng noticed it, smiled, the long sword in his hand slashed forward, the sword net around his body had been withdrawn, he dodged back, and arched his hand at Jiang Ming: "Senior Brother Jiang's swordsmanship is superb, his wisdom is unparalleled, Qin Feng admits defeat..."

Qin Feng is a true gentleman, and he doesn't care if he wins or loses. Be at ease.

Jiang Ming turned around and retracted his sword, and the two supernatural long swords that gathered thousands of eyes disappeared into invisibility in his hands.

"Thank you Senior Brother for your success, Jiang Ming is just clever, and I hope Senior Brother won't be surprised..."Jiang Ming blushed and said sincerely.

Regardless of victory or defeat, Qin Feng's bearing and character made him yearn for it very much.

"Farewell, I wish Senior Brother Jiang victory. ”

"Senior Brother Cheng Qin, please. ”

"Ruoyu, your disciple is really enviable!" A gloomy familiar voice came into Zhang Ruoyu's ears, although the semantics were praise, but the tone was yin and yang weird irony, which made him a little disgusted.

"Didn't Senior Brother Chu's disciple also win, in my opinion, this Han Chu is much stronger than my unsuccessful little disciple Jiang Ming, and I will ask Senior Brother Chu to inform Senior Brother Han Chu later, and his subordinates will be merciful..."Zhang Ruoyu changed his previous restraint and glanced at Shangqingzidao.

Shangqingzi was provoked by his change of normality, and he didn't know how to deal with it. For thousands of years, although they have not spent much time together, Zhang Ruoyu has always lowered his eyebrows and was obedient to the world, and rarely made eye contact with him, but now he glanced at him with disdain!

Although Shangqingzi is the second senior brother, he knows in his heart that he is not an opponent, and he is not easy to attack for a while, so he can only pin his hopes on Han Chu, hoping that he can defeat Jiang Ming and earn a breath for him, the master.

"Han Chu has the 'Shangqing Hui Guangyu' protection, and the tricky method 'Lock Body Palm' sneak attacks from time to time, and I gave him a secret treasure last night, now look at Jiang Ming's cultivation. Chu Er can be at least seventy percent sure of defeating him..."Shangqing Zi Chu Zhen really deserves to be Han Chu's master. The two have the same morals.

The last one.

Taoist: Han Chu, Jiang Ming.

Soldiers: Gongsun Long'er, Wang Chan.

Buddhist:......

The four of them took a short break and took the stage at the same time. At this time, it was close to noon, the sun was gradually dazzling, and the enthusiasm of the thousands of disciples in the valley did not diminish in the slightest. This year's competition is really eye-opening for them.

Jiang Ming and Wang Chan have faintly become the targets pursued by many disciples, and even Wei Wuji and Gongsun Sheng, who have been elected for several consecutive terms, have gradually faded because of the birth of these two people.

There were people in the crowd shouting: Jiang Ming! Jiang Ming!

Some people also shouted: Wang Chan will win! Wang Chan will win!

There are even many female disciples screaming: Long'er will win, Long'er will win.

As for the crowd's shouts for Han Chu, they were almost inaudible, and the disciples' eyes were bright. Few people are willing to cheer for a narrow-minded person who plays tricks in public.

Shangqingzi sat on the high platform, her face was blue, and she was silent.

Jiang Ming and the four of them were already standing on the platform at this time, and the three of them clasped their fists and turned around to the disciples on the stand in response. Han Chu was the only one, standing on the spot, his face pale.

"Begin!" the elders in the corner commanded in unison again.

Han Chu snorted coldly, clenched the long sword in his hand, dodged forward, and slashed towards Jiang Ming's neck, coming up with a life-seeking move. Jiang Ming was still giving his hand to him at this time, and when he saw the situation, he immediately dodged and avoided it, and at the same time, the heavenly fire under his feet walked up, his figure flashed, as fast as a swimming fish, and he swiped against Han Chu's side, and said:

“...... Foolish...... than..."

"What are you talking about, you dare to scold Prince Ben?" Han Chu's face turned blue in an instant, and the long sword in his hand was resentful, extremely fierce.

Jiang Ming carried his hands behind his back, and the heavenly fire under his feet transformed his figure like a ghost, leaving three afterimages in the field. His body swept past Han Chu's ears again like electricity, and said softly: "Your subordinates are defeated... Llah-la-la..."