"Tao Dingjiu has admired the reputation of the Sword Painting School, I don't know which master disciple is willing to come out and give a lesson?"

Tao Ding's gaze stared straight at the four disciples of the Sword Painting Sect, and his voice was deliberately loud.

In an instant, many of the regular customers of the Cloud Sky Society showed such expressions.

The Sword Painting Sect and the Flame Gate do not deal with each other, and those who have participated in the Cloud Sky Society know it.

Basically, at every conference, the stronger Flame Gate would find trouble with the Sword Sect, and it would have to be trampled on the ground and humiliated completely.

Not in the last session, because the Sword Painting School did not participate at all.

This time, on the premise of preserving its strength, the Agni Flame Gate has another genius Tao Ding, and it is impossible to let go of the Sword Painting School.

Hearing Tao Ding's words, the faces of several people from the Sword Painting Sect changed.

Yu Fangge shook the cup, and sighed secretly.

In the previous battle, Tao Ding fully proved his strength, but he was afraid that he was only a step behind Chu Lin, who was very angry, and only Shi Xiaole could match them on their side.

The problem is that Shi Xiaole defeated Chu Lin and took advantage of the deranged artistic conception. In case Tao Ding's mind is strong enough, Shi Xiaole may not have a way.

In silence, Shi Xiaole took the lead in getting up. As a disciple of the Sword Painting School, of course he couldn't let others lose face as a Sword Painting School.

"Little junior brother, give me this one. ”

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a soft voice beside him said, it was Mao Wenjing.

"Senior Sister Mao?"

"Senior Sister Mao, no. ”

Whether it is Shi Xiaole, or Yuan Qiuwei, Xiao Yuanbo, or even Yu Fangge, they are all speaking out to stop Mao Wenjing.

Mao Wenjing smiled slightly, breathing a little, which suddenly made Xiao Yuanbo's eyes widen: "Your cultivation has reached the eighth level of hidden qi?"

"In the same realm, I want to see how it turns out. ”

Mao Wenjing had a smile on her beautiful face, but her eyes looked at Shi Xiaole with burning eyes.

Shi Xiaole immediately understood that this girl clearly had the intention of competing with herself, so she had to shake her head and smile bitterly.

Thinking that Mao Wenjing was not a substitute for the dead, but to verify her strength, and as a woman, Tao Ding didn't dare to go too far, Yu Fangge had no choice but to say: "Be careful." ”

Mao Wenjing nodded and stepped on.

"The girl was ordered to be in danger, and she is really a heroine among women. ”

Tao Dingyu smiled sarcastically.

Before he came on the stage, he had received a hint from Yan Donghua that he would do whatever it took to slander the Sword Painting School, and the more he lost face, the better.

"The real master of the Sword Painting School is only stronger than you, not weaker, and you are not qualified to let him play. ”

Mao Wenjing said lightly.

"Hehe, is it? Since the girl has appeared, her strength must not be weak, and Tao wants to see it. ”

Tao Dinghun smiled nonchalantly, and secretly made up his mind to defeat Mao Wenjing in the fastest way, and then forced out the so-called 'real master' and slapped the face of the sword sect fiercely!

Call.

A gust of wind made a quick move, and Tao Ding made a move, and as soon as he made a move, he was a third-rate middle-grade palm technique that had made a big show before, chasing the wind.

In terms of pure power, the Wind Catcher is not terrible.

The terrible thing is that the light skill of the wind catcher and Tao Ding is a supporting martial art, and with the blessing of the light skill, the characteristics of the wind catcher palm are brought into full play, which can be called elusive, and people can't guard against it.

Bang bang bang.

In an instant, there were five or six more Tao Ding figures in the center of the square, attacking Mao Wenjing from all angles.

"This bastard!"

Xiao Yuanbo held the hand of the wine glass, and suddenly his muscles were bruised.

The atmosphere of this world determines that women tend to be conservative. In the righteous way of men and women, most of the men abide by the rules and will not attack the sensitive parts of the women.

Otherwise, in this era when kissing and seeking death, although the children of the rivers and lakes are not so particular, it is also a matter of great reputation.

However, Tao Ding's attack was too unsophisticated, and he didn't even let go of Mao Wenjing's chest, neck, and even legs, which was intended to humiliate Mao Wenjing, and even humiliate the entire sword painting school!

Seeing this scene, many people let out an uproar, obviously shocked by Tao Ding's movements.

Some people are angry, some people scold, but some people secretly show their intentions, as if they want to replace them.

"Xuanhua Swordsmanship!"

Mao Wenjing's face was flushed, and under the huge anger, she directly performed the strongest stunt of the sword painting school, the third-rate Xuanhua swordsmanship.

In the sound of brushing, the sword light danced with Mao Wenjing, like splashing ink to paint, piercing all the phantoms of Tao Ding at once.

"Just kidding, why should the girl be so serious?"

Tao Ding laughed while waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Mao Wenjing didn't say a word, there was Dianmei footwork under her feet, and Xuanhua swordsmanship in her hands, and she brought her stunts to the fullest, and she suddenly took the advantage.

"Senior Sister Mao is the same age as me, but she broke through to the eighth level of Tibetan Qi one step earlier, and her talent has always been underestimated. ”

Looking at the situation in the field, Shi Xiaole nodded secretly.

Before his rise, Mao Wenjing could be called a genius of the Sword Painting School once in decades, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she was the first genius of Luyan Mountain.

It's just that because he is still young, he can't catch up with Lu Yan Sijie for the time being. To a certain extent, it is his own existence that covers up Mao Wenjing's brilliance and edge.

Shi Xiaole sighed silently.

However, he didn't know that his existence overshadowed Mao Wenjing, but it also stimulated the other party. Otherwise, Mao Wenjing would never have been able to break through to the eighth level of Tibetan Qi so quickly.

Let Mao Wenjing choose by herself, she can't wait for Shi Xiaole to be as strong as possible. There is motivation only when there is contrast, and the person who runs at the front is not leading the way for the person behind?

"Who is this woman, and her skills are so strong?"

"One move and one style, she has already understood the essence of the swordsmanship of the Sword Sect, and she looks younger than Tao Ding. ”

Everyone was overwhelmed by Mao Wenjing's martial arts. There are even some young men, looking at Mao Wenjing's gaze, revealing a certain admiration.

"Hmph, do you think Tao Ding only has this ability? If you want to win, it's just wishful thinking. ”

On the side of the Flame Gate, Yan Donghua snorted coldly. The disciples of the Flame Sect on his left and right also had expressions of watching a good show.

"Girl, the anger is so big, how about letting Tao extinguish the fire for you?"

Forced to retreat again and again by the long sword, Tao Ding did not panic, and at this time, he suddenly stepped a little, and rushed forward at a faster speed. Halfway through, a fist has been pounded out.

This punch carried a fierce sound of breaking the wind, and a scorching breath erupted, making the already hot air even more terrifying.

Third-rate high-grade boxing method, fire boxing.

Bang!

The long sword twisted slightly, and Mao Wenjing was slightly confused by a sudden punch.

is also a Tibetan Qi Eightfold, the same third-rate high-grade martial arts, Tao Ding's use is undoubtedly skilled, mainly because he broke through the realm earlier, and he is one year older than Mao Wenjing.

"The fire is hot. ”

Tao Ding laughed, the fist in his hand shook violently, and a series of flames rushed out like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, burning towards Mao Wenjing from all directions.

"The little junior brother actually cultivated the Flame Fist to the perfection of the transformation, which was unexpected. ”

Zhang Qingfang, the eldest disciple of the Agni Fire Sect, smiled, he was still a little worried about Tao Ding, but now he is completely relieved.

Tao Ding attacked one move after another, not giving Mao Wenjing any chance to breathe at all.

Just when everyone thought that Mao Wenjing would be swept away, they saw that her sword momentum turned, and the Xuanhua swordsmanship suddenly came to a new level.

"Is it also the consummation of the phase?"

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but shout.

"When did Senior Sister Mao learn from her little brother and like to hide it deeply?"

Xiao Yuanbo breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help muttering.

I'm afraid he doesn't know that he is in a word.

No one knows how much stimulation Shi Xiaole had for Mao Wenjing. So she compares on one side, but the other side is uncontrollably affected, and even her fighting style slowly changes.

"Stinky, see if you can hold on to a few tricks. ”

Tao Ding hated it in his heart, and the Flame Fist continued to use one move at a time.

Sword light, fist fire, and constantly collide violently. The two figures fought to the end, and they had completely forgotten everything, and the killing moves were repeated, and many people were sweating in their palms.

After hundreds of moves, with the power of the Burning Fist, Mao Wenjing suddenly straightened her shoulders, and the hilt of her sword was hit by her shoulder, killing Tao Ding at an angle and speed that no one expected.

"What?"

The incident happened suddenly, where had Tao Ding seen such a flexible and strange move, and he hurriedly waved his fist, but he was a step too slow, and a wound was cut by the tip of the sword.

However, Tao Ding was also a ruthless person, regardless of the bleeding wound, he reluctantly punched Mao Wenjing with a fist.

Bang!

Mao Wenjing took more than a dozen steps back, coughing up a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

"You dare to hurt me?"

Tao Ding's face was gloomy and he shouted.

Thinking that it was just a humiliating battle, Tao Ding never imagined that he would be injured, or in the hands of a disciple of the Sword Painting Sect. This is a great disgrace.

"You will inevitably get injured in the battle, and if you don't accept it, you can continue. ”

Mao Wenjing said coldly.

"Two, listen to Yue's advice, how about ending in a draw?"

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Yue Changzheng hurriedly spoke and said loudly.

With his status as the leader of the Yuntian Alliance, this sentence was basically the final word, although Tao Ding was unwilling, he didn't dare to disobey Yue Changzheng, so he had to not speak.

Mao Wenjing even picked up the long sword and walked back to the position of the sword painting school.

"Senior sister, how are your injuries?"

Xiao Yuanbo asked repeatedly.

"Second Senior Brother, rest assured, a little minor injury will not get in the way. ”

Mao Wenjing showed a hint of a smile.

Hearing this, Shi Xiaole and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Yu Fangge even praised Mao Wenjing, obviously very satisfied with the progress of her strength.

Indeed, after this battle, Mao Wenjing's reputation was completely launched. Especially what she forced to equalize, it was Tao Ding, who had just won the name of 'Wind Chaser'.

"Who else is in the Sword Painting Sect, come out for me, and compete one by one!"

At this moment, Tao Ding, who was in a hurry to stop the bleeding, shouted in the field, seeing that his eyes were red and his face was distorted, he had no intention of ending at all.

Tao Ding couldn't accept the fact that he was forced to be flattened by the disciples of the Sword Painting School, so he secretly decided that he had to defeat at least one disciple of the Sword Painting School.

What's more, the senior brother had already sent him a message, thinking that Mao Wenjing's strength was no longer weaker than Yuan Qiuwei's, and he should be the top of the disciples of the Sword Painting School.

In that case, what else is he afraid of?!