"Qiang—"

Ling Xuejun stepped back step by step, and when he approached the edge of the ring, there was an agitated sound, and the sword light instantly converged, and then inserted it back into the sheath. Immediately after, deep in his left hand, he grasped the hilt of the sword.

Tang Zhong and Feng Bo Fan fanned left and right, one red and one white, the two-color storm continued to rage and strengthen, and they wanted to take Ling Xuejun off the ring and win this victory. Of course, he controlled his emotions very well, and did not show his urgency, otherwise, the power of the storm would have wrinkled, and it would have been troublesome.

At this moment, Ling Xuejun left his hand, with a bang, the long sword came out of the sheath, and the sword light flew obliquely, still one, narrow and long, like a white rainbow shocking, and the snow was extremely bright. At first glance, it seems to be no different from before, but with a little attention, it seems to see the most brilliant brilliance in the world, which makes people can't help but feel close. I know that it is incomparably sharp, but I can't hold back this impulse in my heart.

This is the Flying Immortal Sword Sutra!

At this moment, when Ling Xuejun used the Flying Immortal Sword Sutra, it was incomparable, it was the most beautiful woman in the world, really like an immortal.

In particular, this Flying Immortal Sword Sutra has become stronger after the blessing and interpretation of the natural sword bone in his left hand, "Snort-" In just a moment, the layers of heavy and stacked storms like waves directly in the place where the sword light flew over, cracked in response, and split into two halves, really dividing the river and breaking the sea, and cutting off the river.

The Flying Immortal Sword Light was indomitable, directly killing Tang Zhonghe in the chest.

With such a sharp contrast, Tang Zhonghe was naturally shocked, and almost made him unable to stabilize his state of mind. Fortunately, he is also a person with a lot of combat experience, trying his best to maintain his stability, and the fan is closed, like a short staff, colliding with it, and the pure wind is spitting out, like a dragon and snake entangled.

"Sneer-la-"

The sword light of the Flying Immortal was extremely sharp, and it easily cut off the wind strength. At this time, Ling Xuejun once again resumed the momentum of pressing step by step at the beginning, and the flying immortal sword light shone one one after another, not only did Tang Zhong and Feng Jin who had killed him shatter and scatter, like rags, but also his state of mind was affected, and unconsciously, his self weakened the intention of confrontation. Although, he knew very well that if he didn't fight strongly, he would definitely be defeated if he let the Flying Immortal Sword Light hit. Rao is so unavoidable.

Such a situation made Tang Zhonghe smile bitterly in his heart, and he was in a dilemma. If he has been affected like this, he will definitely lose, but if he takes the initiative to modify it and fight strongly, it is likely that he will be in a bad mood, and his ability to control wind power will decline greatly, and he will lose faster. In the end, Tang Zhonghe still didn't have any changes, just played according to his heart, hoping that his self-crisis instinct would wake up as soon as possible, and naturally initiate changes to reverse this unfavorable situation.

Sure enough, the next result did not disappoint Tang Zhonghe, instinct took precedence over active consciousness, recognized the horror of the Flying Immortal Sword Light, felt the threat, and naturally changed, Huhulala——, The rolling wind was like a tide, surging from all directions, passing through his body, and flowing out, however, this flow was not overflowing, but all concentrated in the Fengbo fan, turning into a thick and distorted wind, like a dragon chanting, dancing like a dragon, fighting with the Flying Immortal Sword Light.

The wonder of Xuangang is fully manifested!

"Jingle Bell—"

Dense as a rainstorm, roaring like thunder!

The Flying Immortal Sword Light slashed countless times on the Wind Dragon, but it was not completely cut off, such as drawing the knife and cutting off the water, the water flowed more, and as soon as the Flying Immortal Sword Light retreated, the endless wind power would make up for it and restore the old view. At this moment, Tang Zhonghe's situation stabilized again.

This was naturally not in line with Ling Xuejun's wishes, at this moment, Ling Xuejun did not hesitate for half a minute, and directly used a killing move of the Flying Immortal Sword Technique-Cloud Dragon Seven Changes.

In an instant, Ling Xue Jun followed the sword, and the human sword became one, and the whole turned into a brilliant sword light, flying towards Tang Zhonghe and breaking the air.

Tang Zhong and Feng Bo fanned out, and the dragon of wind strength was like electricity, and immediately responded, however, the sword light that was obviously indomitable suddenly twisted in mid-air, and turned into another direction, just brushing the dragon body and missing, and continued to kill Tang Zhonghe.

The wonder of Xuan Gang was fully displayed at this moment, without Tang Zhonghe taking the initiative, the dragon of wind strength at this moment, its tail flicked rapidly, like a water-milled steel whip, and it was violently whipped down, it was foreseeable that before Ling Xuejun's sword light stabbed Tang Zhonghe, this whip could definitely come to a mid-stream volley and deflect it. At this moment, Ling Xuejun's sword light changed again, and then killed.

The sword light is volleying in the air, changing and flying, it is late to say, but in fact, it is just between lightning and flint, and the speed is very fast. And this kind of instantaneous extreme change requires not only the internal cultivation behind him, but also the tenacity of the body, the climax of swordsmanship, the clarity of the spirit and many other aspects. It can be said that among the six orders, there are definitely not many people who can really do this.

Don't look at being a disciple of Kunlun Academy, many fourth- and fifth-order students have a lot of different light skills and secret techniques, which are both majestic and fast. There are even a lot of them who can fly, flying freely in the sky like birds. However, the extreme change of direction, even once, is rare, because if this does not have a solid foundation, before it hurts others, it will hurt itself almost. It can be said that if there is no diamond diamond, don't do porcelain work! And if you really dare to do this, and succeed, it is definitely a first-class master, just like Ling Xuejun now!

Three times to change the move, the sword light has been extremely restrained, reappearing the human body and the long sword, except for a slight sharp aura on the sword body, there is no way to see the previous splendor at all. It seemed to be the end of a strong crossbow, but the sense of danger in Tang Zhonghe's heart not only did not weaken, but strengthened a lot. If he hadn't been able to calm down, he was afraid that he would really have to take the initiative.

"Whew-"

With a violent friction sound, Feng Bo Fan released another Wind Dragon to intercept Ling Xuejun's third sword. Only once, similar to before, but not exactly the same, although he didn't stop it, let Ling Xuejun change direction four times, but after all, he still rubbed some of it, reducing some of the sword power.

He is also very glad that he did not break his state of mind, otherwise, this endless colossal wind would be difficult to maintain.

"Poof—"

Although the stamina is sufficient, but the imperial envoy is circulating, it still takes time, this fourth blow, Tang Zhonghe is too late to evolve the dragon of wind strength, he can only rely on the innate means of the heavenly swaying trick, and use the wind power to penetrate the body and flow, like a strong wind, blowing and intercepting. This is equivalent to the sword light of the flying immortals, which is naturally vulnerable, and it can be easily broken, such as piercing floating soil, such as breaking rotten bamboo.

However, with this buffer, Tang Zhonghe could adjust his mental technique slightly, control the wind strength, and condense in front of him, forming a wind barrier, like a shield, intercepting and blocking Ling Xuejun's killing move.

Changing direction four times, in Tang Zhonghe's opinion, Ling Xuejun was almost at the limit. And if this killing move is broken, it will be Ling Xuejun's weakest moment, at this time, counterattacking is definitely twice the result with half the effort, it is impossible to say, you can succeed against the trend and win the victory in one fell swoop.

Tang Zhonghe thought very beautifully, but Ling Xuejun didn't follow his thoughts, obviously he had already torn the storm, so he could take advantage of the situation, and Ling Xuejun changed direction again. This is the fifth degree, such a change, Ling Xuejun's figure appeared on the side of the waist ribs, and it was originally recorded that the wind barrier on the chest was useless. Tang Zhonghe could only turn the wind again, pass through his body and gush out, and intercept it.

This time, Ling Xuejun did not change direction again, the multiple winds and forces between these hastily intertwined, wanting to become a storm, it was not as good as the interception in the previous four degrees, she only made a slight adjustment to the wrist of her left hand, and the long sword pointed to a gap where the winds and strengths were entangled, and inserted it.

"Poof—"

With a muffled sound, the wind was easily broken, and the long sword continued to extend, continuing to advance forward, and easily pierced Tang Zhonghe's waist ribs. The divine soldier was sharp, like a bamboo, and came out directly through the body, bringing out a bloody blade.

It was the result of blood mixed with wind.

At this moment, it showed that Tang Zhong and the name of the sixth-order feudal marquis were worthy of it, and the pain and heavy injuries did not make him mentally collapse, but he endured it stubbornly, and continued to take advantage of the surging prohibitions from all directions, adjust the flesh and bones, and force Ling Xuejun's long sword to contain it here. At the same time, the wind fan waved, and the two dragons took water, and the two dragons of wind power quickly reversed, and both of them were entangled.

The people of the Sword Immortal Flow are all real swordsmen, although there will be no sword in the person, and the oath of the sword will break the death, but, if possible, they will not give up their own swords. The same goes for Ling Xuejun. She wanted to draw her sword out, but she felt the squeezing and friction of the strong wind, making it extremely difficult for him to pull out every inch.

Feeling this, Ling Xuejun immediately made a decision, changed the pumping into a send, and launched the remaining energy of the Seven Transformations of the Cloud Dragon with the new energy in his body.

"Whew-"

With a sharp roar, Ling Xuejun's long sword passed through his body, and Ling Xuejun himself's small body technique turned behind Tang Zhonghe, his left hand easily changed to grasp the hilt of the sword, turned around and slashed again, and took a step faster, the long sword slashed horizontally above Tang Zhonghe's throat.

Ling Xuejun naturally wouldn't be really fierce and cut Tang Zhonghe's throat, he just cut through the body protection qi, so that the sword qi was sharp, clinging to Tang Zhonghe's throat and flesh, and let that killing coldness pour straight into his heart and give him the greatest threat.

Tang Zhonghe is not the kind of person who has a dead face, in this case, he naturally understands what it means. He didn't have the slightest delay, and said directly, "I lost!"

"Accept!" At this time, Ling Xuejun put away her sword and stood up, and from her mouth, two words finally burst out, clear and cold, with the inherent solemnity of a swordsman, but there is also a trace of feminine charm, which makes people not feel cold, but has a different kind of comfort and pleasure.

This didn't have any of the characteristics of the exercise ability, it was completely due to Ling Xuejun's personal charm.

It's just that this victory, although it made Ling Xuejun's expression a little relaxed, it still didn't make him smile, which made countless viewers present regretful. Some people, even at this moment, have already decided to book tickets for the Divine Pavilion, to chase Ling Xuejun and watch her next semi-final battle, and her next moves, with a smile on her face.

The top eight competed for the top four, and after three games, Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu, Yin Huo Hou Zhong Wantang, and Feixian Hou Ling Xuejun won the victory. From here, it can be seen that the advantages of the Vientiane Academy are very obvious, and they have accounted for two of them, one from the Zhurong Palace, and the other from the Sword Sect, both of which are big forces.

This situation is actually the norm, after all, every year, the number of places in Vientiane Academy is the largest, because they are all-encompassing, have everything, and have the most and the most powerful power. Unlike the Demon God Academy, which focuses on bloodlines, and the Star Dou Academy, which focuses on the power of the stars, there are still thresholds and boundaries. However, in the current situation, Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu has already won a place in the top four for the Demon God Academy, if Meng Bai can't win the next victory and defeat the Pure Land disciple of Bliss who is also from the Vientiane Academy, the Imperial Ghost Hou Shilin, then in the competition between the three academies, the Star Dou Academy will become a big loser. The advantage of surpassing the Demon God Academy in the quarterfinals before couldn't make up for it.

After all, the gold content of the top four and the top eight is completely different.

The audience in the audience, although most of them had the mentality of watching the excitement, they were still very sensitive to the honor of their own academy, so at this moment, countless viewers of the Star Dou Academy began to shout, supporting Meng Bai, continuing the counterattack, and then slashing the sixth order to win the victory. Among them, there were quite a few people who came from other forces in the Star Dou Academy before, and they didn't like Meng Bai, but at this moment, they also joined in, although their expressions were awkward.

In this regard, Meng Bai was naturally very happy, that is, time, he stepped on the auspicious clouds, flew into the ring, greeted everyone, calmly, and unceremoniously showed them a positive look and a confident attitude, so that they were all at ease.

This situation was naturally very happy for the disciples of the Star Dou Academy. However, the disciples of the Vientiane Academy were not satisfied, and they also began to call for Shi Lin to take down Meng Bai. After all, this attitude is really a bit arrogant.

Shi Lin was naturally a little unhappy, he originally thought that his family was a sixth order, and this kind of victory naturally belonged to him. Although he had also heard of Meng Bai's name and knew Meng Bai's sixth-order counterattack record, he also saw that Meng Bai's real strength was his strength and his ability to fight head-on. This is Meng Bai's prominence, even stronger than many sixth-order feudal martial artists, if you want to find him to fight strongly, it is not uncommon for the boat to capsize in the gutter. However, if he avoids his sharpness, hits his twilight return, finds his weakness, and takes the strange and treacherous way, Meng Bai will not have this advantage. In this way, the gap between the fifth and sixth orders came out again.

Shi Lin felt that in this case, Meng Bai was actually not difficult to deal with, after all, he was the Marquis of the Imperial Ghost, and the people he dealt with in Pingsu were all ghosts and ghosts, yin and poisonous, this strange way of being treacherous, he was a specialty! However, in the end, he was the sixth order, and Meng Bai was the fifth order, so he still had to have a bearing, so Shi Lin was ready to give up his hand at the beginning, which meant it, but now, this meaning naturally will not be meaningful.