Defeat is defeat, there is nothing unacceptable, still like Wang Meng, Miao Yong felt a little sorry for Fang Yuan, he slowly walked back to the Holy Dao Sect to sit in the seat, very silent, did not speak, Fang Yuan still patted Miao Yong like patting Wang Meng's shoulder. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Cultivation focuses on comprehension, or they are so prone to demons, so Fang Yuan patted them on the shoulder to tell them not to be too persistent.

Qin Gaoyi was in Kunlun's banquet, but he looked at Miao Yong of the Holy Dao Sect, Miao Yong naturally didn't notice that Qin Gaoyi was a very interesting person in his distraction, Qin Gaoyi also felt that Miao Yong was a very interesting person, so he looked at Miao Yong very meaningfully, the two were very similar in temperament and everything, and even the swordsmanship was the same, and some people were very open-minded, thinking that Qin Gaoyi and Miao Yong were not related by blood, such as the missing brother or something.

The matter of repairing the ground is naturally still done by Xuanxu Laodao.

After the repair was completed, Senior Brother Du walked out of Kunlun's seat and arched his hand in the direction of the Holy Dao Sect: "Kunlun Du Qingqing, please advise." ”

Du Qingqing's voice was very flat, he felt that no matter who he was, he would lose, even if it was Fang Yuan, if it wasn't for the fact that his junior sister was no longer in state today, they would have won three games, so he was very relaxed.

"I'll go, Master. Fang Heng said, getting up and leaving.

"Holy Dao Sect Fang Heng. Fang Heng bowed to Du Qingqing.

When Du Qingqing heard Fang Heng's name, he obviously raised his eyebrows, Fang Heng, he glanced at Fang Yuan, the two seemed to have some relationship.

But it doesn't matter, all he has to do is win this one.

The sword light was very cold and fast, and it was in front of Fang Heng in an instant, the rules restricted Du Qingqing from using the strength of the mid-stage transformation of the gods, but it was enough, because there were many things that were not reflected in strength, such as experience.

Shrouded by Du Qingqing's sword, Fang Heng suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a long-lasting battlefield, it was not a battle between monks, but a fight of tens of millions of people on the battlefield, there were corpses everywhere, screams everywhere, severed limbs and blood were the tone of the battlefield, this battlefield was very evil.

Du Qingqing looked at Fang Heng, who was a little sluggish, and smiled, the venue here was too small, so small that he could point the flying sword at Fang Heng's neck in an instant, and winning was as simple as that.

"Field!"

Xuanxu Lao Dao looked at Du Qingqing in the field and exclaimed, Qianxi was smiling, as if he didn't care, Su Yuan looked at Du Qingqing with some appreciation in his eyes.

"Master, what is the realm?" asked Wang Meng, curious.

"The realm is a unique area formed by a warrior cultivating his sword to the highest level, a unique area with its own momentum. In fact, it doesn't have much to do with monks, but I didn't expect Du Qingqing to be a good kendo before he cultivated. Although it was only the prototype of the realm, it was enough to defeat Fang Heng. Xuanxu said regretfully.

No one would have thought that Du Qingqing used to be a good sword master, the monk's duel was very fast, the lightning was light, and the distance of pulling was also very large, and the realm had almost no effect on the monk's battle, but in this small space, it was very practical, just for an instant, Fang Heng fell into a trance.

The distance was only in the blink of an eye, Du Qingqing's sword was already about to point at Fang Heng's neck, and Fang Heng was defeated at that moment.

Du Qingqing smiled, many people didn't expect Fang Heng to lose so quickly, and they felt sorry in their hearts.

When Du Qingqing's sword pointed at Fang Heng's neck, a crisp metal clash sound came, and Du Qingqing's sword was blocked.

The iron used to forge the flying sword is naturally not ordinary iron, it is all iron that has been forged by hundreds or even thousands of forgings, just to make the essence of the heptogen gold in the iron more pure, so this sound is very crisp, enough for everyone in the field to hear.

"Senior Brother Fang Heng was not defeated, he blocked it. The disciple of the Holy Dao Sect said happily.

Xuanxu Old Dao was also surprised, he could recover from the realm so quickly, how did Fang Heng do it.

"It's useless. Xue Jianqing glanced at the seat of the Holy Dao Sect and said.

Du Qingqing looked at Fang Heng, who was blocking his sword in front of him, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and his body exuded a terrifying killing aura, like a killing god on the battlefield, ten thousand people were killed, and his anger rushed into the sky.

Fang Heng took out the sword, accompanied by the strange movements of his body, the sword was also very tricky, it was a murderous sword, it seemed to be unremarkable, but every move was extremely ruthless, a simple and effective attack on Du Qingqing.

Fang Heng not only recovered from the killing realm, but also turned the killing aura for his own use, how did this do it? No one knew Fang Heng's situation better than Du Qingqing in the field, Fang Heng not only broke away from his killing realm, but also let the killing aura be used for his own use, so each of Fang Heng's swords was not ordinary, it was the experience gained from killing tens of millions of people, concise and efficient, killing the enemy in an instant.

There were no terrifying True Yuan fluctuations, but each of Fang Heng's swords was so dangerous, because there was actually a True Yuan implied in it.

The sword flashed from Fang Heng's ears, shook Du Qingqing's eyes, and instantly stabbed at his face, a very strange sword, why could the sword be stabbed from a person's ear.

Du Qingqing knew that it was normal for Fang Heng in his current state to come out of his sword, because he wanted to kill himself, and Du Qingqing also happened to know the killing realm very well, so although he was not calm, Fang Heng would not be able to help him for a while.

Another sword struck out from under Fang Heng's armpit, aiming at Du Qingqing's wrist, trying to cut through his tendons, and if the tendons were cut, he would naturally be powerless to fight again, and he would not even be able to hold the sword, but Du Qingqing's wrist was weirdly flipped, and he just dodged this sword.

Phew!

Du Qingqing's shirt on his cuffs was still cut by the tip of Fang Heng's sword.

The crowd looked at the two people in the field, although they couldn't see the violent fluctuations of the true yuan, and they didn't have the destructive power like the previous two games, but everyone felt that it was dangerous. Although no one was injured in the field, the two seemed to be fighting for their lives, starting from the time Fang Heng returned to his senses, and Heng was suppressing Du Qingqing above the scene, which was good news for the Holy Dao Sect.

"Master, Senior Brother Du seems to be very dangerous. "Kunlun seems to be the only one who speaks, Xue Jianqing is always the only one.

"It's okay, you're going to win, just watch it. Dry silence said indifferently.

Xue Jianqing looked at the two people in the field, Du Qingqing was only suppressed by Fang Heng in a hurry, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like a possibility of winning.

Fang Heng's sword was very weird and tricky, and the price was very draining, but even such a weird and tricky sword didn't defeat Du Qingqing, because Du Qingqing knew his domain too well.

The bloodshot in Fang Heng's eyes began to recede gradually, and he was about to wake up from a certain state.

A sword light slashed through Du Qingqing's eyes from Fang Heng's right hand, Fang Heng's figure moved strangely, but the sword stabbed out from under his left armpit, it can be said to be weird and unguardable, ordinary people would not expect it at all, when ordinary people were still dazzled, Du Qingqing blocked this sword.

His wrist twisted strangely, wrapping Fang Heng's sword and dissolving this strange move.

After taking out the sword, Fang Heng seemed to be slowing down with each sword, as if he had exhausted all the strength of his body, but Fang Heng knew that he had gradually woken up from a strange state, this was the real him, he was reminiscing about the feeling of breaking Du Qingqing's realm just now, expecting himself to enter that feeling.

But Du Qingqing in front of him would not give him this opportunity, he quickly wrapped his body around Fang Heng's sword, the two swords were twisted together, making an unusually piercing sound, Fang Heng only felt that the sword was not under his control, it was completely under Du Qingqing's control, after Du Qingqing pulled the sword back, he slammed forward, and the sword was already pointed at Fang Heng's throat.

"Although you broke the killing realm, unfortunately, you still lost. Du Qingqing smiled at Fang Heng and said.

Fang Heng turned around and returned to the seat of the Holy Dao Sect, he didn't need to say anything more about Fang Yuan, but the result was a little unacceptable to him.

This defeat means that the Holy Dao Sect has lost three consecutive defeats, and after only one defeat, it can be declared that the Holy Dao Sect has lost the competition with Kunlun, and the Holy Dao Sect cannot afford this result.

Xuanxu Lao Dao was a little silent, not because of failure, but because he still thought that the Holy Dao Sect would win, and his state of mind, which had not fluctuated for thousands of years, actually had an obsession.

"No matter what the outcome, I will save your life. Su Yuan looked at Fang Yuan and said.

She was calm, but unquestionable, as if she were stating a fact.

The current situation is that the disciples of the Holy Dao Sect have lost more and more without suspense, Su Yuan said this, not to excuse the failure of the Holy Dao Sect, but to encourage them not to have a psychological burden to fight, yes, this competition has more or less affected the performance of the disciples of the Holy Dao Sect.

Because they are comparing for the sake of Fang Yuan.

Although the competition between Du Qingqing and Fang Heng was dangerous, it was not too powerful, so Xuanxu Lao Dao saved a lot of things and didn't have to repair the venue, but Xuan Xuan Lao Dao couldn't be happy in his heart.

"Kunlun Bao Fang, please advise. The voice of Kunlun Qijie had already sounded in the field.

When everyone was not paying attention, another Kunlun Seven Masters sent a request to the Holy Dao Sect, like a talisman.

Bao Fang is a middle-aged man who looks very kind from his face, so the advice he gives is really like asking for advice, as if he doesn't care about the outcome of the battle.

"Hurry up and get on someone, it's the last game, and I'll go back quickly after the fight. Xue Jianqing's voice sounded out of place, accompanied by his sneer.

Xue Jianqing had a scowling face, but the disciples of the Holy Dao Sect were not interested in fighting with him, although Xue Jianqing opened his mouth, but he always felt that it was not enjoyable, because no one paid attention to him, he felt like air.

Fang Yuan wanted to go, he had already gotten up, Su Yuan said that he would save his life, he believed in Su Yuan, but four consecutive defeats always felt bad, so he wanted to go down and try.

However, he was stopped by a figure, it was King Qian, and his clothes were still as simple as when Fang Yuan had seen them, which was an external manifestation of concentrating on a certain field.

"Recently I have researched something new, let me try it, and it should win. King Qian said.

Although he said that he should win, but his tone revealed the confidence of victory, Fang Yuan knew that King Qian was a martial arts master before, a Xingyi Quan master, but today it was a sword.

King Qian came to the field with Fang Yuan's doubts, he bowed down and said, "Holy Dao Sect King Qian, please advise." ”

The Holy Dao Sect is very quiet here, they have already lost three games in a row, many disciples are not very interested, looking at the field dejectedly, King Qian is very powerful among the disciples, but Kunlun Qijie is even more powerful, this is undoubted, will King Qian win? This is the question of the disciples of the Holy Dao Sect.

The Qian King in the field didn't even summon the flying sword, but made a gesture of Xingyi Fist.

It is not common to fight a sword with a fist, either you need to have a body that is comparable to the hardness of a sword, such as Fang Yuan, or you are confident, confident that the opponent's sword will not touch you in the slightest, but it needs to be crushed by strength, does King Qian have this strength? At least Kunlun Qijie thinks no.

"Pretending to be a ghost, Senior Brother Bao, hurry up and go back, after coming out, I feel that Kunlun's aura is the strongest, and I can't cultivate here." Xue Jianqing pinched his nose and said, his hand kept beating his clothes, as if he was fluttering dust, with a look of disgust.

"Shut your foul mouth, and be a guest. Wang Meng finally shot back at Xue Jianqing.

Xue Jianqing actually had a little jealousy of Wang Meng, and after the competition just now, he still agreed with Wang Meng's strength, and he simply kept his mouth shut.

"Don't you use the sword?" Bao Fang's calm voice sounded, and he asked King Qian.

Su Yuan stipulated that the only magic weapon that could be used was the flying sword, and now King Qian gave up using it, which was really unwise in Bao Fang's opinion.

"Let's get started. King Qian said lightly.

In his twenties, his mind has reached the point where the sky is not shocked, and no one would have thought that he would give up martial arts, turn to cultivation, and give up everything about martial arts, which requires courage.

In fact, King Qian is the hardest working person in the entire Baishi Mountain, because he is obsessed with hard work, just as he is obsessed with martial arts, and the King of Qian who is obsessed with cultivating immortals is as incredible.

Bao Fang saw that King Qian was so determined, so he made a move, and the flying sword dragged the little blue and black tail towards King Qian, rolling up a terrifying sound of breaking wind, the wind on Baishi Mountain was even stronger, but this sword was very fast.

King Qian was still unmoved, he even closed his eyes, there was nothing wrong with closing his eyes, because the furious true element of the flying sword could be sensed, but the divine thoughts in the middle stage of the god transformation were not strong, it could be said that they were weak, and they did not have much long-distance perception ability, in the eyes of others, this was a bit of a light enemy.

"Why are you still closing your eyes. A disciple of the Holy Dao Sect couldn't believe it.

"Close your eyes and throw in the towel? haha. Xue Jianqing's voice sounded again, but Wang Meng glared at him, I don't know if Wang Meng's glaring at him had an effect, or Xue Jianqing wanted to say this, anyway, Xue Jianqing's voice disappeared, and he began to look at the field again, and something did happen in the field.

The moment the flying sword stabbed at King Qian, Bao Fang felt that something was wrong, his flying sword was indeed sensed by King Qian, and the flying sword had a tendency to get out of control.

King Qian's hands were like holding a ball, in fact, he was indeed holding a ball, and it was that ball that imprisoned his flying sword, and a sense of stagnation came, and he could barely move an inch.

If Bao Fang is not mistaken, King Qian used the water method, yes, King Qian was not good at swordsmanship, so he used a water method.

Bao Fang thinks it's wrong, the rules only allow the use of swords, and the water law is not foul?