When the scar boy was born, he was washed and forged by the family elders with various medicinal materials, and when he was five years old, he began to learn the exercises inherited by the family, and at the age of eight, he followed the family elders to the Nanban Forest to practice. It was experienced since he was a child slaughtering spirit animals, and when other children were still coquettish in their parents' arms, he lived a miserable life like purgatory.

So in the face of the new disciples like a chicken, including Zhao Jiuge, the scar boy didn't pay attention to it, with the cruel sneer on the corner of the scar boy's mouth, the silver sword light that was released by him was like a waning moon, glowing with coldness, and constantly enlarged in Zhao Jiuge's pupils.

Seeing that it can be said to be a bit amazing, even Zhao Jiuge sighed, for the comprehension of sword intent, he is indeed inferior to him, since he came into contact with the sword technique, the sword qi through the Xuan Chapter, although he is constantly improving every day, but there is no outstanding breakthrough, but his talent is not as good as others, but it does not mean that he can't be saved by hard work, it is impossible to let himself stop like this! Zhao Jiuge's eyes showed a touch of ruthlessness, and he snorted lightly.

The tiger's mouth held the wooden sword tightly, and his own spiritual power quickly surged there, making the wooden sword buzz, as if he felt the oppressive sword intent coming from the opposite side, the wooden sword in Zhao Jiu's singer seemed to be groaning softly, and his aura was great, holding the wooden sword in his hand, he felt the power, and it also made Zhao Jiuge become confident, relying on the sword intent he comprehended.

Sword against sword, hard against hard.

If the sword intent of the scar boy is like a waning moon, with the courageous spirit of a lonely boat breaking through the wind in the vast ocean, then Zhao Jiuge's sword light is like a star, introverted and small, but no matter how small the star is, it will always have a dazzling day, as long as it persists, it will bloom with its own light.

In the expectant eyes of everyone outside the court, the first battle between the two finally touched together, with a little tenacity, with a little anger, the sword of Zhao Jiuge's sword slammed into the sword light of the scar boy.

The moment the two came into contact, the dazzling light like the scorching sun, fleeting, a little dazzling, not surprisingly, the sword intent like the waning moon easily shattered the sword light released by Zhao Jiuge, and then dissipated between heaven and earth, but the air waves that collided with the two also surged towards the surroundings of the platform at the same time, and when those air waves touched the light cover that shrouded the stone platform, they disappeared, and the light curtain did not move at all.

The remnants of the sword intent still carried a little cold wind, rolling up bursts of chill, rushing towards Zhao Jiuge's face, Zhao Jiuge, who was caught off guard, did not react, and was immediately hit, a stumble, Zhao Jiuge's body center of gravity was unstable and took two or three steps back, fortunately, the power of the sword intent after the remnants was not very great, with Zhao Jiuge's physical quality in the middle of the spiritual realm, he could resist it without urging the Sanskrit Holy Body in time, but he was driven by the impact, and he couldn't help but retreat back without his own control.

The scar boy was unforgiving, when the cold light hit Zhao Jiuge, and when Zhao Jiuge staggered, the scar boy moved again, and he took two steps forward, his wrist trembled, and the three sword flowers were staggered, and he directly used the wooden sword with spiritual power to contain sword intent and prepare to whip Zhao Jiuge's body.

Usually, if it hits the trunk of a tree with a thick waist, it will be easily broken by the waist, and the scar boy directly slashed three swords, towards Zhao Jiuge's head and chest, the means are vicious, and every move does not leave the slightest hand, you must know that if Zhao Jiuge is not able to prevent it, this will really hurt the internal organs in the body, especially the head, and his life is in danger.

As soon as the scarred boy who fought, he was like a crazy demon, alive like a fierce beast, he wouldn't stop if he didn't kill the prey, looking at Zhao Jiuge in front of him at this time as if he was his prey, if he didn't make a move, he would have to clean him up vigorously.

Zhao Jiuge, who was already caught off guard and was hit by the residual sword intent, was still stumbling, when he saw the stormy attack of the scar boy sweeping in again, his pupils widened, and he watched a little panicked as the wooden sword in the scar boy's hand continued to slowly enlarge and approach in his eyes, his heart jumped, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Some of the timid female disciples outside the arena had already screamed, and even more cutely covered their eyes with their white and tender palms, only watching quietly from the gaps between their fingers. And Liu Ying'er was like an ant on a hot pot, seeing the danger Zhao Jiuge's face was anxious, and she stomped her feet back and forth, but there was no way.

Bai Qingqing just looked at the thrilling scene on the stage with a cold expression, her fingers were already tightly pinched on her chest, and she was indeed worried about Zhao Jiuge in her heart, but her face did not show the slightest, because she thought in her heart that if it was over so soon, it would not be in line with this guy's mysterious style.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge, who was quite embarrassed on the field, Bai Zimo below couldn't help but laugh happily, with a look of schadenfreude, the pleasure of revenge appeared in his eyes, and he secretly scolded in his heart that he deserved it, I don't clean you up, someone will clean you up, and next time I will clean you up with my own hands!

For a while, everyone in the audience had all kinds of reactions, including contempt, sarcasm, regret, and more unbelievable, could the competition be over so soon, which made those who were looking forward to a wonderful performance have a look of disappointment in their eyes.

It's just that the old disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect standing in the sky didn't say a word from beginning to end, just watched quietly.

Zhou Zhijiao's originally harsh face couldn't help but wrinkle his thick eyebrows, his whole body was tense, and he was ready to take action when something was slightly wrong, although he was optimistic about Zhao Jiuge, but he couldn't let his disciples be substantially harmed.

Facing a thrilling scene, the backward Zhao Jiuge stretched out his left leg, slashed backwards sharply, forcibly stopped his body, and resisted the impact of being hit by the sword intent with the help of the friction of the ground, and then threw the wooden sword in his hand so gorgeously in the eyes of the audience, and threw it at the sword that slashed at his head.

After the wooden sword collided with the wooden sword in the hand of the scar boy, it flew more than ten meters at once, and as the spiritual power dissipated, the wooden sword also became bland and fell to the ground. Seeing Zhao Jiuge's somewhat surprising scene, the scar boy just sneered in his heart, thinking that if he blocked my sword, would it be okay, the wooden swords were all shot down, I see what you can use to resist my remaining two swords.

Throwing the wooden sword, this scene made all the disciples' eyes fall in shock, what kind of move is this, which makes people laugh off their big teeth. Even the old disciples who didn't make any noise from beginning to end couldn't help but laugh.

Coach Zhou was also stunned for a while, and then he thought in his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and secretly praised in his heart, cunning boy, this trick is beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, the other two pieces also fell, and they happened to fall on Zhao Jiuge's body, fortunately, in the face of the severe pain that suddenly spread all over his body, Zhao Jiuge had already been mentally prepared, and he had already tightly protected the spiritual power in front of his body, but after being hit, the pain was still like a drill, and people couldn't help but grit their teeth and gasp.

Relying on the physical fitness after cultivating the Sanskrit Holy Body, Zhao Jiuge was in a hurry and took the risk of using this trick, although there was a sense of pain in the body, but it was really the same as he expected, there was no big deal, although the sword light was fierce, but the hardness of his body was already different from what it used to be, although he lost the wooden sword and his body was also hit, but it did not have a big impact on the occupation.

Two sword lights hit the whole body, Zhao Jiuge's body shrank, and then with a force, he flew backwards, his hands tightly protected his head and curled up, when the whole body slid in the air for more than ten meters, when it fell down, Zhao Jiuge hurriedly stretched out his right hand to the ground, but still couldn't contain so much force, so he simply rolled to the ground along the residual strength, and after rolling a few meters, he immediately stood up, ignoring his embarrassed image, endured the severe pain in his chest, and his hands were violently knotted with handprints, and after a while, a layer of glass-like gold stained Zhao Jiuge's whole body, which was the Sanskrit holy body。

From throwing the wooden sword to being knocked to the ground, and immediately turning over and urging the Sanskrit Holy Body to make a decision, this action from beginning to end was like flowing water, without a pause, it was clearly calculated by Zhao Jiuge.

This wonderful scene, so that the disciples in the audience couldn't help but applaud, at this moment, not only to cheer for their favorite people, but to witness such a wonderful competition and shout, the competition has just begun There was a thrilling scene, for the battle behind, everyone is looking forward to it.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge, who was not much damaged, not only stood intact at this time, but also released the law decision, and the scar boy looked at Zhao Jiuge's eyes even more gloomy, "It's okay like this, it's your fate." But have you started to use the method, then don't blame me for bullying you, I'll see if you are so lucky to continue to be able to hide from the past this time. ”

Speaking of which, the scar boy's expression became fierce, when the corner of his eye looked at Bai Qingqing's worried look for Zhao Jiuge, his eyes were even more bloodthirsty and fierce, if his eyes could kill people, I think Zhao Jiuge's body was already full of holes at this moment.

After getting up and standing, Zhao Jiuge gasped slightly, when he was moving just now, he only felt a faint pain in his chest that was hit, and stopped at this time, only feeling that he didn't dare to bring the amplitude of his breath, because his chest was pulling his chest as soon as he rose and fell violently, and the pain made Zhao Jiuge's teeth grin a little, but the golden light around his body flashed, and when the Sanskrit Heart Sutra exercises in his body were also circulating, the spiritual power that was running in the meridians diluted a little bit of pain.

At this time, Zhao Jiuge was only initially urging the Sanskrit Sound Holy Body, only dyed a layer of glass-like gold on the surface of the body, as time went by, Zhao Jiuge became more and more fond of the Sanskrit Sound Holy Body, and he also became more and more aware of the function of the Sanskrit Sound Holy Body, and could better grasp and use it.

Because after using the law decision, although the spiritual power disappeared little by little, Zhao Jiuge did not rush to take the lead for a while, but his whole body tensed, and he carefully released the Sanskrit sound holy body.

If you don't think about winning, you should lose first.

"Yes, let's see if you hide this time, or if I hide. For the cultivation of the sword technique, Zhao Jiuge admits that his skills are not as good as others, but if he relies on the competition of spiritual power, Zhao Jiuge has a lot of confidence, not only does he have the Sanskrit sound holy body, but also after eating the moon dew and swallowing the quenching elixir, Zhao Jiuge has discovered that the extraordinary thing about his spiritual power is that it is more pure, although he is still a cultivator in the middle of the spiritual realm at this time, but the degree of spiritual power and the change in strength have already been able to compete with those people in the late stage of the spiritual realm, and even suppress them.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge like a king, just cowering under the golden coat of the turtle shell, the scar boy couldn't help but get angry, he didn't want to talk nonsense with Zhao Jiuge, the spiritual power rolled, bringing a violent wind and waves, stepping on the tiger step, wanting to attack, the sudden change also scared Zhao Jiuge, looking at the more and more crazy scar boy, Zhao Jiuge was also afraid of a while, even if he wins today, it is estimated that it will be a miserable victory, but it is better than losing.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge also moved, and the battle between the two continued to unfold!