At that time, the Zhengdao sect called bloodthirsty martial arts, soul dementoring martial arts, and highly poisonous martial arts the three major evil arts, believing that these three types of martial arts did not work martial arts cultivation, but went to the side door, opportunistic, strictly speaking, they were no longer martial arts, and they did not think so. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Bloodthirsty martial arts refer to the bloodthirsty sect leader Blood Shakya's various evil arts, but also the most evil and vicious martial arts of the three evil arts, if the masters of the five sects encounter a martial artist who cultivates poison and soul dementorship, it will not be a life and death fight, but if you meet a person with bloodthirsty martial arts, you must kill it first and then quickly.

Soul martial arts require a practitioner's willpower to be higher than martial arts cultivation, and those who are good at this technique often have a fascinating look in their eyes. If you are enlightened, your cultivation will be damaged at least, and at worst you will become a slave to the practitioner, and you may commit heinous sins.

It is just that this technique invades the opponent's mind, and if the opponent's cultivation and intention are higher than the practitioner, the practice will backfire, and the practitioner will suffer more.

Shouxiong was closest to Nalander, and the invasion of the music was even more serious, and his mind was stagnant, and the offensive and defensive momentum of the two sides began to reverse. Lu Xiaoyuan saw it in his eyes, and knew that if he reminded him, he would violate the rules of the competition, and Shouxiong would undoubtedly lose, so he could only be in a hurry.

The Great Seal of the Four Directions got closer and closer to Shouxiong's side, and the five dragons roared in unison, covering Nalander's flute sound for a moment. In the flash of lightning, Shou Zhi's mind recovered, and he hurriedly activated his true qi to form a cyclone around him, and the sound wave of the flute was crushed as soon as it entered the cyclone.

He shouted: "Nine Heavenly Dragons!" The five dragons coiled around each other, turning into a multicolored dragon, and the demon seal was scattered into a black glow, which was swallowed by the colorful dragon. The colorful dragon soared into the sky, literally soaring into the sky like an ancient dragon, and with a long roar that pierced through the sky, it rushed towards the green ball of light like a meteor.

The true qi exploded, the center was a cloud of green gas, and the periphery was scattered with five-colored divine light, and the faces of the two people on the field were also intersected with five colors.

The two of them were hit by the energy, and their bodies flew backwards involuntarily. Everyone in the audience looked at the two intently. The confrontation between the multicolored dragon and the green ball of light was enough to decide the winner, and whoever fell first between the two would lose.

Lu Xiaoyuan saw that Shouxiong's body was relatively stable, and he was secretly happy. Unbeknownst to him, Nalander's stumbling figure suddenly separated into five figures, and he rushed forward and kicked towards Shouxiong.

Shouxiong knew that this was Feng Yage's "Shadow Killing", and both the clone and the real body were lethal, but the lethality of the clone was weaker.

In normal times, he could have tried to resist, but at this time, the breath that was rushed by the burst qi was stagnant, how could he operate his true qi? His chest, ribs, and shoulders hurt at the same time, and he could no longer stand on his feet, and he fell down on his back. The purple shadow fluttered, and Nalander stood on the ground with a graceful demeanor.

Nangong Xiuqi announced that Nalander had won, and the female disciples in the audience cheered coquettishly, like a warbler crying. Na Lauder's face was cold, and there was no change, and she went straight off the stage. Most of the onlookers dispersed.

Shouxiong stepped down, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This Nalan girl can launch kicking skills in the midst of the tide, it's really not easy." "Shou Chang and Shou Rong were also watching just now, and then they came over.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a person not far away: "Senior Brother Shouxiong, you don't matter, right?"

The four of them looked at the place where the voice came from, and a beautiful girl in a light yellow shirt was walking towards the four of them, and the concern was in the color, it was Liu Yu'er.

Shouchang and Shourong saw Liu Yu'er, looked at Shouxiong, and snickered.

Shouxiong didn't see it, and said, "I'm fine, thank you Miss Liu for your concern." "I just lost to Nalander, and I didn't even get into the top twenty-five, so I couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

Liu Yu'er saw that Shouxiong's robe was stained with blood, so he took out a handkerchief to wipe it off for him, and comforted: "It is inevitable that there will be losses and wins in the competition, it doesn't matter if you lose this battle, there will be a chance next time." ”

Shouxiong nodded yes, thinking that he had reached the quarterfinals in the previous sessions, he was still a little depressed. But he heard Shourong on the side whispering: "Senior brother, this is frustration in the arena and pride in love." Shou Chang, Lu Xiaoyuan, and Su Wanling laughed.

Shouxiong coughed lightly and said, "Boring." Pull Liu Yu'er away. After walking out of a distance, looking back, Shourong even said and gestured, imitating the situation when he met Shouxiong and Liu Yuer yesterday. The other three burst into laughter from time to time.

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In the afternoon, Lu Xiaoyuan had lunch and looked around. At this time, he was already "notorious" in front of the world's heroes, and although some people pointed fingers at him on the road, he had no indignation.

Passing by the Langfeng venue, I saw Xu Haobai and Zhang Heng watching the battle offstage, one of the two people on the stage was a monk Dayong of Fojue Temple, and the other was Xu Haobai's disciple Mingyuan.

Mingyuan's offensive was very tight, and the long sword conjured up a cold blue light, stacked in a thick air, and spread towards Dayong like a green cloud. It is the "Qisong Sword Technique" of the Emperor Hui faction. ”

Monk Dayong smiled, his index finger stretched out, and the six golden rays shuttled as he wanted, blocking Mingyuan's sword momentum. This martial art is called "Po Sa Finger", which is a low-level martial art of Fojue Temple, and it is used under the hands of the great brave monk, but the power is not small.

Lu Xiaoyuan stepped forward to say hello. Xu Haobai and Zhang Heng knew that he was unintentional in meddling in the affairs of the second monk and the thousand-faced fox, so they did not blame and despise him, but comforted him a few words.

Suddenly, Mingyuan screamed in pain and fell off the stage. The Dayong monk said: "Accept." ”

Mingyuan stood up, walked in front of Xu Haobai, and said in a low voice: "Master, the disciple is useless, I have embarrassed you." ”

Xu Haobai saw that he looked frustrated, no longer blamed him, and said lightly: "It's okay, just continue to work hard in the future." ”

Suddenly, a bewitching voice not far away smiled: "The famous Master Xu, you are also here, fortunately." ”

Xu Haobai turned his head to look at the person, and said, "Mrs. Lu Yao, hello." ”

Lu Xiaoyuan recognized that the woman in front of him was the woman he met in the pumice rock outside the Zen courtyard last night, it was daytime, and he saw her bewitching body, cloud temples slanted piles, wearing a light green light shirt, and the two plump and greasy meat balls on her chest were mostly exposed, and her glamorous and enchanting aura was revealed.

When she came, many people's eyes were attracted. She smiled at Monk Dayong and said, "Senior Nephew Dayong, we haven't seen each other for many years, and your cultivation can be improved a lot. It's a pity that you are a handsome young man but left home, tsk, the heart of the teacher is so confused, hehe. ”

Monk Dayong clasped his hands together and said lightly: "Uncle Shi said that he laughed. ”

The woman's gaze swept away, and she looked at Lu Xiaoyuan with four eyes, grinning, like a spring flower. Lu Xiaoyuan couldn't help but feel excited.

After the woman left, Lu Xiaoyuan asked Zhang Heng, "Uncle Shi, who is this girl?"

Zhang Heng shook his head and said, "She's not a girl, she's Mrs. Lu Yao." The eldest daughter of the Li family in Jinju, married to the son of the Marquis of Ezhou. Her husband died early and is now a widow. ”

Lu Xiaoyuan saw that she was only twenty-three or fourteen years old, but she was already married, and her marriage was so unfortunate, she felt a little pity for her.

An Emperor Hui sect disciple sneered: "It is true that the husband died early, but it may not be possible to be a widow. She is dissolute by nature, and as soon as her husband dies, she looks for a lover, and many sons of families and high-ranking officials of the empire are ministers under her skirt, and even some families, father and son can't tell her clearly. ”

Xu Haobai glanced at him and knew that what he said was true, and it was inconvenient to say anything.

Lu Xiaoyuan said strangely: "Doesn't the Marquis of Ezhou care? As a prince, which official dares to hook up with his daughter-in-law?"

The disciple pursed his lips and said, "The Li family of Jinzhou is the richest family in the world, and it has close ties with the empire, and its status is no less than that of the princes of Yizhou, not to mention that this lady's uncle is the first master of mind understanding in the Prajna Hall. The Marquis of Ezhou is called a prince, but in fact, the administrator of Ezhou is Buddha Jue...."

Xu Haobai shouted: "Bai Qi, don't talk nonsense!" The disciple's name was Shu Baiqi, and when he saw that the master was drinking, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Lu Xiaoyuan said in his heart: "Yes, the empire is rotten, the Fojue Temple is powerful, and the real Marquis of Ezhou should be a monk with a heart." ”

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On the third day of the martial arts conference, the top eight have been born. On the morning of the third day, everyone gathered at the Houtu venue and played four games to determine the top four, namely Gong Tianshang, Nalander, Dayong, and Xuanyin. Gong Tianshang is Xu Haobai's second disciple and the best of the young martial artists of the Five Sects.

In the afternoon, Gong Tianshang was defeated by Xuanyin's sword, and Nalandai was defeated by Dayong, and the two disciples in the final finals were the same as in previous years, still Dayong and Xuanyin.

This final can be said to be a duel between two of the strongest young martial artists in the world, so the area around the Houtu venue is crowded with people, all who want to see the wonderful scene of the two fighting.

Master Xinguan personally presided over the scene, he announced the start, and Dayong said with a smile: "Daoist Xuanyin, our fate is not shallow, and the little monk must take a good look at the Taoist master's tricks." ”

Xuan Yin smiled: "I will not let the master down." Last time, it was the master who took the lead, this time the trail took the lead, let's trade fairly, Tong Suo is not bullied, no one suffers, how about it?"

Dayong nodded in agreement. The audience burst into laughter. Zihua was displeased in her heart: "This rebel is used to talking nonsense and ruining the dignity of our faction. ”

Xuan Yin shouted: "Offended!" The seven-star sword came out of its sheath, stepped on the star position, and slashed out with a sword, and the sword qi rushed towards Dayong with the momentum of wind and thunder.

Dayong fought with him several times, knowing that he could not defeat him empty-handed, he immediately took out the brass stick of the demon suppression on his back, and slashed it on the ground, a large piece of golden qi flew out, collided with the sword qi, exploded, and the air flow overflowed in all directions. This time it's quite a fight.

Xuan Yin stepped step by step along the spoon handle of the Big Dipper. This "Sword Swinging Qi" pays attention to the combination of the position under the feet and the gathering of qi in the hands, so as to give full play to the maximum power of the sword qi. If he advanced with his body technique, Da Yong took the opportunity to attack with all his strength, and he could not resist the enemy with his sword qi alone.

Seeing his dignified figure, Da Yong didn't dare to rush forward, and walked slowly. In the process of the two of them, they continued to attack each other with their true qi, and after a while, the sword qi on the field was vertical and horizontal, the golden qi was overwhelming, and the dust was flying. Several stone pillars on the field swayed between the two people's attacks, but because the two were evenly matched, they did not collapse.

However, because the strength of the two of them continued to spread, everyone in the audience gradually felt that the strength of the body was like a knife, as if they had reached the top of the mountain, and the cold wind was fierce. If the cultivation is high, the luck will resist, and the low cultivation will not stop retreating.