The knife is flattened when it is about to touch the ground, and then it sweeps to the right, and the momentum does not decrease by half a point. Yuan Menghan still dodged with a dream void. However, at the time of tea, Yuan Menghan had already changed more than a dozen directions, and the sword tip Vermilion Bird was uncertain. Fan Xiaoxiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his body only moved in a three-foot place, and the knife in his hand was chopping and cutting, and his power was undiminished, but he did not use a knife to get old. Yuan Menghan couldn't find the empty door to attack at all.

Nangong Yu looked at it and shouted: "Yuan Menghan, are you just hiding, you really look like a girl!"

Yuan Meng smiled coldly: "I'm a girl, is your seventh senior sister a master?"

Nangong Yu was about to sneer at each other, and Zhang Changyi shouted: "Nangong Yu, don't make a loud noise!"

Nangong Yu shrunk his neck, it seemed that he had shouted two sentences so far, and the two or three hundred people watching the battle at the scene occasionally talked about it, and they deliberately lowered their voices.

Pang Qingyun said in a low voice: "When you reach a cultivation like your Seventh Senior Sister, when you devote yourself to the battle, shouting loudly and transmitting your divine consciousness may interfere with the battle, and it is forbidden. ”

Nangong Yu also lowered his voice, "That Yuan Menghan can still laugh out loud, is she better than the seventh senior sister?"

On the contrary, it shows that her fighting spirit is inferior to Xiaoxiao. No one dares to use such a match, and once it is used, it will be a time of fierce collision. The more calm and calm you are in battle, the more you will be able to seize the fleeting opportunity. ”

Nangong Yu put his mind at ease and calmed down to watch the battle with peace of mind.

Yuan Menghan fought for a few more breaths, and when the dream was not finished, Fan Xiaoxiao's knife momentum was not more than half but had converged, and the connecting points under his feet were approaching, and the tip of the knife had been handed to Yuan Menghan's chest that had not yet landed.

Yuan Menghan swung her sword away, but she hurriedly attacked Fan Xiaoxiao, and the tip of the knife stabbed obliquely into her left chest, and a fire shield on the armor was annihilated and reborn. Yuan Menghan snorted, already injured by Yu Li.

Fan Xiaoxiao took the lead, his hands slid to the near root of the knife shaft, the tail of the blade was retracted, the long knife turned into a short knife, the frequency of attacks suddenly doubled, and the continuous attacks instantly forced Yuan Menghan to retreat, Yuan Menghan relied on the protection of the armor to suffer three moves, and there was no chance to dodge away with a dream.

was stabbed in the abdomen again, and Yuan Menghan finally vomited blood for the first time, but a small black bell was finally caught in her hand, and the bell rang under the gentle shaking, Fan Xiaoxiao's eyes froze, and the knife momentum slowed down.

Ke Qi's face changed: "The Yuan family's Dream Bell!Senior brother, is this okay?"

Pang Qingyun shrouded Nangong Yu's head with a True Yuan shield, and said: "It's just an imitation, it can't send out a Spirit Yun Realm attack, it's not a foul." ”

Nangong Yu is inexplicable, he has nothing to do! The ringtone of Qingyue is still very good.

"Take the shroud off your head. This is the law energy of sound attack, and Lao Tzu is absorbing it. ”

Hearing Chaos' shouting, Nangong Yu knew that the senior brother was afraid that his cultivation would be low, so he put a soundproof cover to protect him. shouted, "Senior brother, I'm fine." ”

Pang Qingyun didn't react, and Nangong Yu remembered that the soundproof cover couldn't transmit his voice. With both hands in his hands, the cover was broken under the operation of the true qi.

Pang Qingyun sighed lightly, turned his head to see that Nangong Yu's eyes were clear, and he didn't hit the soundproof cover again. But his heart was full of surprise, the aftermath of the sound attack Nangong Yu could resist it, but his true yuan essence and Nangong Yu's true qi were several grades worse, and Nangong Yu was able to break through the sound insulation cover of the true yuan condensation with his hands, which was quite not simple.

On the battle platform, Fan Xiaoxiao's knife moves kept attacking, and the same was true when Yuan Menghan was far away, obviously the influence of the Dream Bell was still there, but when Yuan Menghan was attacking in close quarters, Fan Xiaoxiao was sensitive, and the sharp short knife could force the opponent back in three or two clicks. Yuan Menghan attacked four times without a single success, and once he was caught in the sword and struggled to get out.

Yuan Menghan retreated a little farther, and his face was very unsightly. Fan Xiaoxiao is two years younger than her, but her fighting instinct is far superior to her. If this continues, even if the battle is won, it will not be popular.

After swallowing a pill, Yuan Menghan waited for his true yuan to recover, and after the fire shield rune array on his armor was full of energy, he resolutely rushed forward with his sword.

Looking at an empty door, the tip of Yuan Menghan's sword stabbed into the magic robe, the energy of ice and fire collided on the magic robe, the protection of the magic robe was no better than the armor after all, a trace of green smoke rose, and the magic robe was torn apart. Fan Xiaoxiao's knife came back like a wave. Yuan Menghan had already retreated with one blow, but secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity, she knew that the magic robe would be broken, and if she could hurt the opponent's body with one move just now, she might have won this battle.

Calming down slightly, Yuan Menghan saw the opportunity to rush forward again, and the tip of the sword pierced straight at the crack of the magic robe. Seeing that he was about to be stabbed, Fan Xiaoxiao's knife was still going sideways, and Yuan Menghan couldn't help but be overjoyed.

But the figure where the stab was stabbed was empty, and with a click, the handle of the knife became longer, and the knife slapped Yuan Menghan's buttocks, slapping her into the air, and then Fan Xiaoxiao twisted his body and jumped up, and the long knife drew an almost complete arc, and slapped it on Yuan Menghan's chest and abdomen, slapping the opponent who had just flown down on the battle platform again.

Fan Xiaoxiao stood on the knife, sweating through heavy clothes and turning pale, which was a phenomenon of excessive consumption of Zhenyuan, but his eyes were clear and he was not confused by the dream bell at all.

"Yuan Menghan, do you admit defeat or not!"

Yuan Menghan was lying flat on the ground, with at least four or five broken bones in his chest and abdomen. But if she admits defeat, she can't say it anyway.

After the three breaths, Zhang Changyi stepped forward and announced loudly: "The three breaths have passed, this battle, Yifeng Tang Fan Xiaoxiaowin!"

"Wow! Seventh Senior Sister has won! Wow, wow, wow, long live Seventh Senior Sister!" Nangong Yu finally released his mouth, and shouted wow. He ate a big meal from his senior sister and said that he would come over and shout and cheer, but at this time the result has been announced, and yelling should not be banned.

In the big competition of Junluo City, Cangming sent twelve people to participate, the Elders' Hall, the Yuan family, and the Pang family each had two recommended places, and the remaining six competitions were produced. After Fan Xiaoxiao defeated Yuan Menghan, this last place was also settled, and in the six-year Junluo City Competition, the Pang family occupied five places for the first time, and it was also the first time that there was one more place than the Yuan family.

All this has nothing to do with Nangong Yu, there are 1,800 disciples of the Cangming Sect, and the cultivation in the late stage of the majestic realm is about to be ranked outside 1,600. So his current task is still to cultivate.

"Xiaoxiao, you and the eighth junior brother have a sparring game. ”

"Me?" Fan Xiaoxiao pointed to his nose and said, "And him!" The finger pointed at Nangong Yu, and the slight opening of his small mouth was quite cute.

Nangong Yu was also surprised, his cultivation was not small and he fought with the seventh senior sister, and he was cut into two pieces with a single knife, and he also brought it frozen.

"It's okay, don't use weapons, don't wear armor, you two practice for a while. ”

Pang Qingyun in Yifeng Hall has always been very prestigious, and in the martial arts training hall, Master Fan Xiaoxiao Pang Qingyan is also there, and he did not speak out against it.

Fan Xiaoxiao walked out first, beckoning, "Come on, junior brother." ”

Nangong Yu heard that the seventh senior sister couldn't use a knife, and his heart was a little relieved, but his legs couldn't help shaking when he stepped forward. He had never fought in his previous life, and he had only fought with a few little children in this life, and his senior sister's majesty on the Lingyun Battle Platform was still deeply impressed in his mind, Nangong Yu couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Be careful, don't be beaten into a pig's head by me. ”

Fan Xiaoxiao rushed in a whirlwind, Nangong Yu subconsciously hugged his head, and in a panic, he didn't forget to run his true qi.

"Puffy puffy, ahhhh Fan Xiaoxiao is very skillful, his body is flying and interspersed, his fists and feet are non-stop, and Nangong Yu is always churning within the range of three zhang.

Seeing the excitement of the fight here, Ke Qi and Pang Yuanlong, who were fighting on the other side, invariably collected their weapons and became spectators with a smile.

During the meal, Nangong Yu didn't know how many punches and kicks he received, but his screams of pain were always full of anger. Fan Xiaoxiao withdrew his hand and stood still, Nangong Yu fell a foot away, his shirt was almost broken, his naked chest and abdomen were full of frozen marks, and the head covered by his hands was fine.

"Senior sister, don't play like this, senior brother said it's good to practice, aren't you practicing alone!" Nangong Yu grinned, touching this injury with both hands and touching that injury, but he was helping Chaos absorb the ice attribute energy of the injury.

Hearing Nangong Yu's misinterpretation of the sparring like this, Pang Qingyan, Pang Qingyun and the others couldn't help but laugh. Fan Xiaoxiao was also Wan'er and said, "Okay." Now it's time for you to practice, junior brother, you can rest assured to attack, senior sister promises not to fight back. ”

Fan Xiaoxiao was very surprised in her heart, she was two True Yuan with ice attribute attacks, and she was about to be beaten for so long before the consummation of the Sea Realm, Nangong Yu was not even slightly injured.

Nangong Yu rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Senior sister, this is what you said." ”

Fan Xiaoxiao nodded seriously: "Of course." Since the sparring is naturally me attacking for a while, and then you will attack, and the cycle will go on and on until one side can't move or is beaten down. ”

Nangong Yu shuddered, thinking that no matter how senior sister was, she wouldn't kill her. Settle down, use the palm instead of the sword to completely rehearse the seven moves of the only sword Lianxing, and then strode forward.

A palm slashed, and suddenly realized that the attack was the towering chest of the senior sister, and quickly closed the palm and slid to the left side, and when the pace of the body changed, he was still a little anxious, and the right hand was cut back, and the fifth move sword was turned back and used, and there was no sense of disobedience.

At the edge of the palm, an ice mirror was born close to the body, the mirror was broken, Fan Xiaoxiao sighed lightly, took half a step with his left leg to let go of the palm, and when the ice mirror condensed with three percent of the ice yuan was formed, Nangong Yu had already circled behind her.

Standing sword type, cutting type, turning back type, splitting sword type, middle part-of-the-way ......

Nangong Yu's body method is far less smooth and good-looking than Fan Xiaoxiao, but the only hard-practiced Jian Lianxing is skillful, and his moves are coherent and unconventional.

Fan Xiaoxiao kept his promise and did not fight back, and he rarely even moved, but the ice mirror that condensed at will could not withstand Nangong Yu's fist strength until he blessed forty percent of the ice yuan energy, and when it was added to fifty percent, Nangong Yu could not break it.

Pang Qingyan, Pang Qingyun and others are extraordinary, Nangong Yu is like this with the majestic realm cultivation and Fan Xiaoxiao, the defense and attack are extraordinary, and he is really a freak.

Nangong Yu attacked around Fan Xiaoxiao, no matter how tricky he punched, there was always an ice mirror to block it at the right time, and after more than thirty moves, he retreated, and shouted in his mouth: "Don't fight, don't fight!" His hands were swollen like steamed buns, red like chilblains.