The thirteen factions of Lu Yan, with Chu Lin's Changfeng faction and Zhao Nanxing's Iron Sword faction being the strongest, the Painting Sword Sect and the Dust Sect are ranked in the middle rank.

The two young men who are fighting at this moment are the two weakest of the thirteen sects.

After hundreds of moves, the second senior brother from the Flying Leg Sect defeated the senior brother of the Snap Finger Gate.

As soon as the two finished fighting, two more people walked out and started a new round of competition.

After three quarters of an hour, there were already eight masters of the sect who had come on the stage one after another.

Shi Xiaole took a closer look, secretly made a comparison, and found that with his current strength, if he didn't use his artistic conception, he would probably be able to rank in the middle of these masters.

"Shattering the Empty Knife!"

On the slope, He Houhua from the dust gate jumped down from the tree and slashed out with a knife.

His opponent is Zhao Nanxing, nicknamed Iron Sword Killer.

"Well done. ”

Zhao Nanxing laughed, his body was like a loach in the jungle, and while avoiding the Broken Empty Sword Technique, the iron sword weighing a hundred catties in his hand shook ten times in a row, slashing at He Houhua with a special frequency.

Third-rate high-grade swordsmanship, ten shocks lore sword.

Pound!

The sword shattered, He Houhua staggered back, and his face turned pale by three points.

In terms of martial arts realm, he is not inferior to Zhao Nanxing, but his internal strength is a little worse. The other party had stepped into the realm of half-step acceptance not long ago.

"Concession. ”

Zhao Nanxing laughed, glanced at Chu Lin, who had a calm face, and walked back to the cheering Iron Sword Sect disciples.

"It seems that the first and second ones this time are Chu Lin and Zhao Nanxing. ”

Many of the disciples present looked at each other, and they were not very surprised because they had guessed the result before.

"Brother Yuan, please. ”

Chu Lin appeared on the stage and looked at Yuan Qiuwei with a smile.

"Big brother, be careful. ”

In the reminder of the disciples of the Sword Painting Sect, Yuan Qiuwei stepped into battle.

However, to everyone's surprise, Yuan Qiuwei's strength was obviously three points stronger than He Houhua, the Broken Empty Knife, so that it was difficult for Chu Lin to win easily.

"Yuan Qiuwei. ”

He Houhua read it, his eyes flickering.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Yuan, you hid deep enough, it turned out that you were almost half a step away. ”

Although Chu Lin was laughing, there was a certain gloomy aura in his laughter, and he said, "But I advise Senior Brother Yuan to admit defeat, otherwise one of us will be seriously injured." ”

Yuan Qiuwei shouldered the task of the sect, and said lightly when he heard this: "Please teach Senior Brother Chu." ”

"Good. ”

Chu Lin suddenly retreated sharply, and because the speed was too fast, it was as if a faint phantom had been produced in the void. The next moment, he lunged forward again, rushing out at a faster speed.

"With no sword in sight, Senior Brother Chu has made a great move. ”

The disciples of the Changfeng Sect laughed and put their minds at ease.

On the other hand, many of the disciples of the Sword Painting Sect showed solemn and worried expressions.

Yuan Qiuwei took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand danced quickly under the strange swing of his body, making a radius of three feet full of dense sword light.

One of the three great masters of the sword painting school, the windless willow sword.

Laugh at!

Chu Lin's sword was only half stabbed, and it was blocked by Yuan Qiuwei's sword body, and the attack was immediately stagnant.

At the same time, seeing Yuan Qiuwei's waist twisted, the long sword grazed the opponent's blade and cut towards Chu Lin at an extremely strange angle.

"It's not good, Senior Brother Chu is in danger!"

The disciples of the Changfeng Sect widened their eyes, as if they had seen something incredible.

"Get the. ”

Seeing that he was in danger, Chu Lin suddenly shouted: "Intercept the sword streamer!" Under the force of both hands, the long sword seemed to be free from the shackles of the body, cutting off Yuan Qiuwei's attack alive.

Bang!

The ground was pierced by the sword qi of the two of them, and a small pit of several feet was stabbed.

The next moment, something unexpected happened. I saw that the soil around the pit was loose for a while, and it collapsed in an instant, and it fell down with Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei.

"Senior Brother Chu!"

"Big brother!"

The disciples of the Changfeng Sect and the Sword Painting Sect were shocked, and the disciples of the other eleven sects were also dumbfounded.

Everyone stood around the pit and saw that it was dark and bottomless, and they couldn't help but have a bad premonition in their hearts. Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei can't be dead, right?

"What now?"

Someone asked.

Zhao Nanxing stood up and said with a sparkling gaze: "This matter must be reported to the division commander, but before that, we have to solve the matter of Sansheng Grass first." According to the previous agreement, my Iron Sword Sect won the first place, are you okay?"

"Why, did you defeat Senior Brother Chu?"

A disciple of the Changfeng Sect questioned.

"Chu Lin himself is unlucky, he can't find anyone now, and Zhao can't help it. ”

Zhao Nanxing said lightly.

The Changfeng Sect disciple scolded, "What shameless!"

Syllable!

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Nanxing suddenly jumped around, slapped the disciple a few meters away, and said coldly: "Pay attention to your words." ”

"Zhao Nanxing, don't deceive people too much!"

Seeing this, the other eight disciples of the Changfeng Sect quit.

Zhao Nanxing laughed and said: "Are you not convinced? Okay, come out and compete with Zhao, who can win Zhao, Zhao turned around and left." ”

The disciples of the Changfeng Sect were angry and angry, and their faces were flushed.

Zhao Nanxing said: "Now that Chu Lin has disappeared, your Changfeng faction can only send others to fight, and the person who replaces you will fight for the Sansheng grass." It's the same with the Sword Painting School. ”

As soon as these words came out, not only the disciples of the Changfeng Sect, but even the disciples of the Sword Painting Sect also changed.

Excluding Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei, the remaining masters of the two factions are not considered top-notch, at least in the eyes of other disciples, it is difficult to compete for the top five.

And this is in the hands of other sects, after all, in this way, it is equivalent to two less powerful competitors.

"I agree. ”

"Agreed. ”

The remaining sects expressed their opinions one after another, and under the unanimous speech, the opinions of the disciples of the two sects were directly ignored.

"Everyone, the fight can be delayed, I think it's more important to save people. ”

At this moment, Shi Xiaole couldn't bear it anymore and stood up from the crowd and said.

"I've said that saving people needs to be reported to the master, don't you hear?"

Zhao Nanxing was impatient. In fact, in his heart, he couldn't wait for as long as possible, so that the chances of Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei surviving would be low.

"Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister, you go back to the sect first, report this matter to the master, and I will stay here. ”

Shi Xiaole directly ignored Zhao Nanxing, and said to Xiao Yuanbo and Mao Wenjing, who looked worried, and the latter two were stunned when they heard this.

To be honest, the two of them no longer care about the belonging of Sansheng grass in their hearts. But if Shi Xiaole is allowed to stay here, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no danger.

"Little junior brother, you and the third junior sister leave, and I stay here. ”

Xiao Yuanbo said resolutely.

"Second Senior Brother, don't worry, no one here can do anything to me. ”

Shi Xiaole was grateful to Xiao Yuanbo for his kindness, but the other party stayed and did not have any advantages. And the reason why Shi Xiaole chose to stay is not just as simple as staying behind.

Since others are unwilling to give up Sansheng Cao, he doesn't mind fighting.

Shi Xiaole's confident words made Xiao Yuanbo and Mao Wenjing look sideways for a while.

Thinking of what Shi Xiaole had done before, Xiao Yuanbo suddenly nodded: "Okay! In that case, junior brother, you wait a minute, I'll go back when I go." ”

Xiao Yuanbo and Mao Wenjing glanced at each other and started to leave.

This made Zhao Nanxing angry, and he looked at Shi Xiaole and the three of them with fire-breathing eyes. Especially Shi Xiaole, a nameless boy who came out of nowhere, dared to ignore himself at such a moment?

Zhao Nanxing didn't care about the people of the Sword Painting Sect, he only knew that his face was trampled on.

"Stop!"

In a fit of rage, Zhao Nanxing suddenly shouted wildly, and slashed towards Xiao Yuanbo and the others who left. Xiao Yuanbo turned around and swung his sword, and after being shocked back three steps, he shouted, "Zhao Nanxing, what are you crazy about?"

Zhao Nanxing smiled and said, "Xiao Yuanbo, you shrunken-headed turtle, don't you dare to fight instead of the sword painting faction?"

"Second Senior Brother, you go first. ”

Shi Xiaole stopped in the middle of the road, looked at Zhao Nanxing and said, "Your opponent is me." ”

"You?ha, what are you qualified to be my opponent Zhao Nanxing?"

Zhao Nanxing laughed wildly, so angry that his hand holding the sword was trembling.

"Remember, my name is Shi Xiaole. ”

Without any nonsense, Shi Xiaole pulled out his knife. He knew that only by deterring Zhao Nanxing could today's matter be resolved.

"Look for death!"

Zhao Nanxing's face turned grim, and the iron sword in his hand slashed out against Shi Xiaole's hundred battle knives.

Sonor!

The two powerful forces collided together, causing the air to tremble slightly.

Shi Xiaole and Zhao Nanxing took two steps back at the same time.

"Little junior brother!"

Xiao Yuanbo, Mao Wenjing, and other disciples of the Sword Painting School were all shocked. It's only been a few days, why does Shi Xiaole's skills seem to have improved again?

And the disciples of the other sects were also dumbfounded when they saw that Shi Xiaole was on an equal footing with Zhao Nanxing.

"Brother Shi's strength?"

On the side of the dust gate, Qi Guang, Qi Hui, and Zhao Molan were all stunned.

When they first met two months ago, Shi Xiaole's strength couldn't even compare to Qi Hui, but looking at the knife just now, it was clear that he was far superior to them.

"Okay, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant, but I see how long you can last. ”

Under the mixture of anger, Zhao Nanxing stepped on light skills, held an iron sword, and killed Shi Xiaole like a tiger.

Shi Xiaole did not show weakness, with a hundred battle knives in his right hand and a net in his left hand, he also faced the other party.

The two killed together in an instant, like a dragon fighting a tiger. Between the swords and swords, splashing a little spark, the sinister move made everyone around him feel terrified.

"Give me defeat, ten shocks to kill the sword!"

After more than 20 moves, with his deep internal strength, Zhao Nanxing has established an obvious advantage. However, in order to completely crush Shi Xiaole, he once again used a sword to defeat He Houhua.

The Hundred Battle Knife was knocked away in an instant, and several exclamations sounded behind him.

Shi Xiaole's face did not change, and he held the Qingfeng Sword in his right hand.

With a sonorous sound, the green sword light suddenly swayed out, and in an instant, everyone seemed to see a dangerous peak, Shi Xiaole was dancing his sword on the side of the dangerous peak, and he was in danger of falling at any time.

The dangerous artistic conception of Yicheng!

Zhao Nanxing's eyes widened in shock, and under the sword move, he only felt that his thinking was about to stagnate.

"Hallucination, don't try to fool me!"

Biting the tip of his tongue, Zhao Nanxing swung his iron sword violently, and he didn't know how many times he swung it in an instant. When he fell to the ground, although he was unharmed, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.