Zhao Yanhao, who was dressed in green clothes, walked out slowly, with a square face, sword eyebrows, tall and strong, and exuding cheetah-like energy. Walking into the middle of the station, a domineering grandmaster spirit is terrifying.

Zhao Yanhao watched Dongfang Zhen and Zishi appear for a moment. Although he despised Dongfang Zhen verbally just now, he had already secretly observed this tall, thin and handsome white-clothed opponent, this was a handsome young man with a faint murderous aura, and he had long dared not have a trace of contempt in his heart. The purple stone in the light purple robe next to him who was two inches shorter than him had bright eyes and a heroic and restrained spirit, which should not be underestimated. He made up his mind in his heart, first to deal with them, and when he found a good opportunity, he would launch a thunderous killing move to kill the two of them in one fell swoop.

The head of the jade watched the two of them play, and a sense of uneasiness rose inexplicably in his heart, and he whispered to the ebony beside him: "Brother Dao, I see that Zhao Yanhao's face is not good, we have to be vigilant at any time to prevent him from protruding as a killer!" Ebony nodded lightly and said, "Okay." If they are in danger, they don't care about victory or defeat, it is important to save people!"

Dongfang Zhen and Zishi walked side by side, walked to the distance from Zhao Yanhao's father-in-law, and slowly pulled out their long swords. Zishi said: "Brother Zhao, we all use swords, please show your blades!"

Zhao Yanhao said coldly: "Don't call me a brother! When it's time to use a blade, I will naturally use it." Go on!"

Dongfang Zhen said: "Two to one, it's unfair to you, let's go one by one!"

Zhao Yanhao glanced at him and said lightly: "There is nothing fair or unfair." Whether you want to go up one by one or together, whatever you want, I don't care!"

Zishi said softly: "I'll go first, you can see his martial arts path and then go up!" Dongfang Zhen said: "Okay." You have to be careful!"

Zishi didn't say much, he pinched a sword trick in his right hand, and his left arm shook, and as soon as he made a move, he was a Shangqing fast sword, stabbing him in the chest. Zhao Yanhao said "good", turned sideways under his feet, bent his fingers like a flower, a little sword spine in his hand, Zishi Danjue's arm was numb, the long sword could hardly be grasped, and he was shocked in his heart: "Flower fingers! What a deep internal strength!" At the moment, he penetrated his left arm and attacked with all his strength.

The two of them were in a shocking shape, and they fought more than 20 moves in a short time, Zishi continuously changed his sword moves, and used the Danding swordsmanship, Rouyun swordsmanship, Jiugong swordsmanship, and Shangqing Kuaijian that he was good at in turns. Except for the people in Wudang, the rest of the people didn't expect that this seemingly gentle young Taoist priest would be so powerful in martial arts, and they secretly admired it in their hearts.

Zhao Yanhao seemed to be calm and unhurried, his steps tended to retreat quickly, and his hands were pointing or palming, and he was uncertain, defusing all the offensives. In the fierce battle, Zishi used the Danding sword killing move and stabbed Zhao Yanhao in the lower abdomen. Zhao Yanhao's eyes were fast, and he was a "flower finger", he had already pinched the sword body, his right claw grew violently, and a "dragon claw hand" tore through the void, and "roared" to slash at him. Zishi pulled out his long sword, like a dragonfly shaking a pillar, not moving at all, and hurriedly retreated half a step, grabbing Zhao Yanhao's wrist with a "Wudang small grappler", and the danger was resolved.

Zhao Yanhao took a step forward, and the "dragon claw hand" became the "tiger claw hand", and he grabbed it when his chest fell. Zishi didn't have time to deal with it calmly, and took a step back in a hurry, and still resolved it with a "Wudang small grappler" as if he was reflexive, feeling like he was entangled in an iron pillar that fell down with a heavy blow, and hit his internal organs and turned the river and the sea. Zhao Yanhao took three steps in a row, Zishi took three steps back, and he was no longer confident that he could catch it for the last time, so he had to abandon the long sword, and he slid out of the range of the attack, and was drenched in cold sweat all over his body. When the Wudang side saw Zishi in distress, Qi Du exclaimed, and they were relieved to see that although his long sword was snatched, he escaped from danger when Qianjun was in danger.

Dongfang Zhen saw that Zishi was in distress, and he couldn't care about the idea of one-on-one anymore, and with the body method of "Dragon Flying Nine Days", he jumped two feet in the air, and the long sword stabbed Zhao Yanhao in the side with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Zhao Yanhao clamped the sword body with his fingers, blocked the sword, and praised: "What a move 'Dragon Teng Earth'!" Dongfang Zhen felt that his arm was slightly numb, and his heart was secretly shocked: With his fingers between the sword, he can actually take my sword, this person is really a strong internal force!

Zhao Yanhao didn't give an inch, but he didn't have time to turn the sword body, he still held the sword with his fingers, and blocked eight swords in a row. Suddenly, the flag-like flat air pulled up Zhang Yu, shook his arm, and the long sword turned into a white light and pierced Dongfang Zhen's chest.

With a "clang", the white light was deflected, and the "brush" pierced the ground and sank into half of the sword body. I don't know when, Dongfang Zhen has an extra crystal steel ring in his left hand, and he has dissolved this lightning-fast sword.

Zhao Yanhao's right leg was long, and he swept down like a long whip. Dongfang Zhen didn't dare to make a hard connection, and he slid back and avoided it, and in the sound of "boom", the sand and soil burst out, and a big pit was swept out of the ground.

Dongfang Zhen shouted angrily, shook his wrist and stabbed him in the lower abdomen, Zhao Yanhao jumped up three feet, his left toe was a little at the tip of the sword, and he rose up like a dragonfly, and shot down Dongfang Zhen with one palm. Dongfang Zhen felt that this strength was more than a thousand equals, and the long sword almost took off his hand, rolling away from six feet, dodging this fierce chasing palm.

Zishi pulled out his sword from the ground, rubbed his body up, and unfolded the Tai Chi swordsmanship, Dongfang Zhen also unfolded the Kunlun serial life-killing swordsmanship, the two of them were soft and strong, clever and ruthless, sandwiching Zhao Yanhao in the middle and fighting hard. The combination of Dongfang Zhenjian and ring, can be far or near, the two sides advance and retreat, the body is rolling, flying sand and stones, and it is impossible to distinguish the figures of both sides for a while. After thirty or forty rounds of fighting in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yanhao did not show his defeat.

Everyone was dazzled and shook their heads in amazement. Even Ebony was sighing: This Zhao Yanhao is really good, no wonder he has such a big breath! Looking at his martial arts cultivation, he is not under me, and the future life is terrifying! Empty Phase, Empty Void, etc. are also thinking: These two Daomen disciples are really extraordinary, fortunately it is Yan Hao who is on the field, if it were me, I am afraid that I would have already been defeated!

In the middle of the fight, Dongfang Zhen suddenly shook his left wrist, and the flying ring appeared like a meteor in the sky, and went straight to Zhao Yanhao's door. Zhao Yanhao shook the purple stone long sword with a palm, and probed with his right hand, wanting to grab the flying ring with the "eagle claw hand", when he touched the flying ring, he suddenly saw the edge of the blade, white and misty, and the momentum of "woo" and "woo" rotation was devastating. If the steel ring was shocked, the rotation momentum slowed down instantly, and Zhao Yanhao grabbed it with swiftness, grabbed the inner wall of the steel ring, and pulled through his right arm. Dongfang Zhen felt a huge force coming from the fine steel chain connected to the steel ring, and his left hand was in pain, and he couldn't hold the steel chain anymore, so he had to abandon the flying ring, and use the power of pulling to bully him, and the long sword stabbed Zhao Yanhao's lower abdomen with the fatal killing move of "running into the sea". Kankan was half a foot away from his lower abdomen, and he suddenly felt that the sword body was tight, and he couldn't stab it, and it turned out that Zhao Yanhao had wrapped the tip of the sword with a ring. Dongfang Zhen retracted his wrist and wanted to stab again, but he felt that the ring pressed the sword body and turned it, and the sword could not be withdrawn.

Zishi saw that Zhao Yanhao's vest was exposed, and a sword stabbed over, Zhao Yanhao heard the sound of the long sword behind him breaking through the air, and he didn't have time to parry, so he took a big stride forward and dodged away, Dongfang Zhen saw that he couldn't pull back, so he simply abandoned the long sword, and walked short, and his right fist slammed down on Zhao Yanhao's chest. Dongfang snorted, was shocked upside down, and fell to the ground on his back, and his entire right arm was suddenly numb.

The purple stone was like a shadow, and the long sword stabbed down on Zhao Yanhao's left rib, Zhao Yanhao kicked down Dongfang Zhen, but he didn't have time to calmly dodge the sword, he barely dodged half a step, and with a "snort", a hole was cut on the left rib robe, and it was immediately bloody. How could Zishi miss this kind of opportunity, and stabbed Zhao Yanhao's left chest with a sword. Zhao Yanhao struggled to get injured to stand firm, grabbed the long sword with his probe, and hit Zishi's right shoulder with a "big stele-wrestler", Zishi heard the sound of his shoulder bone shattering, and his heart ached, and he screamed.

Dongfang Zhen heard Zishi's screams and his own exclamations, struggled to get up, and the other steel ring in his arms went straight to Zhao Yanhao's throat like an arrow off the string, and at the same time flew up, kicking Zhao Yanhao's chest in the air with the "Cloud Dragon Three Folds" body method. Zhao Yanhao knocked the long sword he won into the steel ring, and was about to meet Dongfang Zhen with both palms, when he suddenly felt that his left leg was tight, and he had been firmly held by Zishi's left arm, and his center of gravity was crooked, and he almost stood unsteadily.

Seeing that they were in distress, the ebony head and the jade head wanted to come to the rescue on the field, but when they saw Zhao Yanhao being kicked down, they both stood up.

Dongfang was so shocked that he chased after him, penetrated his arms, and slammed his fists into the chest and abdomen of Zhao Yanhao, who had fallen to the ground. Zhao Yanhao reacted very quickly, and rolled out four feet when he couldn't make a move, and with a "bang", the dust was flying, and two pits were smashed on the ground, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

Zishi, who was lying on the ground, saw Zhao Yanhao and rolled to his side not far away, a fish jumped on him, and grabbed his neck with his left hand and buckled it violently. Zhao Yanhao suddenly had a small judge's pen in his right hand, and his backhand was inserted in the back of the purple stone. Zishi screamed violently, his eyes bulged out, and he fell limply.

Dongfang Zhen saw that Zhao Yanhao was suppressed, flew up, smashed his fists into his face, and suddenly heard Zishi screaming and lying down, with a judge's pen on his back, he was stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe his eyes; With a sound, sparks splashed, a judge's pen was knocked crooked, rubbing his neck and flying, the strong wind scraped the muscles and hurt, and the sound of "grabbing" was inserted on the trunk of the camphor tree in the corner of the ping.

Dongfang Zhen didn't have time to shake out the steel ring to counterattack, but Zhao Yanhao grabbed the steel chain and pulled it hard, and he was involuntarily taken forward, Zhao Yanhao's leg was like electricity, and "Peng" kicked him on his left shoulder arm, kicking him to the ground.

"Pay for my uncle's life!" Zhao Yanhao chased after him, his face was hideous, his arms were bruised, and with twenty years of hard work, he bent his elbow to the east and smashed down.

Seeing that Dongfang Zhen was about to be smashed and fractured, a brown and yellow figure suddenly rolled up like a whirlwind, ripped Dongfang Zhen two feet apart, and rubbed Dongfang Zhen's clothes with his elbows with a muffled sound, smashing on the ground fiercely, and sand and stones splashed.

Since Zhao Yanhao fell to the ground, the situation has changed in the past few rounds, and even the ebony head and the jade head who have been on guard can't rescue it.

Everyone was shocked, but seeing that in the rolling dust, a gray robe figure was already fighting with Zhao Yanhao.

The head of the jade sect rescued Dongfang Zhen under the god of death, his face was pale with shock, and he hurriedly leaned over to check the apprentice's injury, and asked anxiously: "How is ......it?" Dongfang Zhen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and the sweat on his forehead, and gasped: "No...... things, don't ...... Tight. ”

Everyone in the Daomen rushed into the field to check Zishi's injury, and suddenly a Wudang disciple screamed in grief: "Zishi...... Dead! he ...... He killed Purple Stone!"

When Zhao Yanhao killed Zishi just now, because of the smoke and dust, the three of them were fast, and everyone didn't see it clearly, only heard Zishi screaming in pain when he was knocked down by Zhao Yanhao, thinking that the injury should be very serious, but he didn't expect that he had stabbed the judge in the heart, and he was already out of breath.

Dongfang Zhen came back to his senses at this time, turned over and got up, stumbled over, pushed away the two crying Wudang disciples, and knelt beside Zishi to check. But seeing that he still had the judge's pen on his back, half of his face was blurred by blood, the sweat stains on his forehead and cheeks were still there, and his eyes were wide open, almost protruding from his sockets. Dongfang shook his hand and probed his snort, he was already breathless. The head of the jade also ran over, and when he saw this, his face was also pale, and his shoulders trembled.

Sang Qinghong, He Xiaochuan, and Qin Lang originally rushed into the field to check Dongfang Zhen, but when they saw him running over to check Zishi in a panic, they all ran over, and suddenly saw him screaming "ah", and stood up suddenly, the green tendons on his forehead jumped violently, his eyes breathed fire, and he pushed away the people who were in the way, and rushed out, and the three of them hurriedly pulled him down. Dongfang Zhen shook his arms and shook off the three of them, and shouted in a sad voice: "Don't hold me! I'm going to kill him!"

The head of the jade pulled him from behind, Dongfang Zhen shook his arms again, so that he could barely catch it, and in a fit of anger, he gave him a slap in the face, and shouted: "Dongfang Zhen! Stop!" Dongfang Zhen was stunned, looked at the head of the jade blankly, and muttered: "Zishi is dead...... He killed him...... I...... I want to ......" Speaking of this, his eyes were full of light, and he wanted to break free.

The head of the jade clasped his wrists with both hands, and said loudly: "You are bare-handed, aren't you looking for death! Don't worry, the head of the ebony wood will kill him immediately and avenge Zishi!"

At this time, Ebony and Zhao Yanhao had fought for more than 30 years. Ebony heard that Zishi had been killed by him, his heart was painful and angry, his eyes were red, and as soon as he made a move, he was Wudang's peerless "Tiangang Evil Sword", stepping on the Nine Palaces, walking gossip, and the sword body carried the sound of wind and thunder, and attacked Zhao Yanhao like a storm.

Zhao Yanhao lost his blade, relying on his swift skills and profound skills, and barely supported it. Several times he wanted to flick off or buckle the ebony long sword with his fingers, but as soon as he touched the sword body, it was like an electric shock, and his fingers were numb and painful.

Seeing that Zhao Yanhao was in danger, he hurriedly ran to the edge of the ping, pulled out the judge's pen on the trunk of the camphor tree, threw it over, and shouted: "Yanhao!

"Where to go!" the ebony was like a shadow, and the long sword slashed down. "Keng!" the sword and pen intersected, bursting with dazzling light.

Zhao Yanhao stood firm, and the tip of the judge's pen emitted a white glow, "snorting" and "snorting". He urged Shaoyang Divine Skill again and again, wanting to use his internal power to break the ebony long sword, but the ebony long sword seemed to be wrapped in a layer of slippery silk, and there was nowhere to focus at all. In the drama of turning over the river and the sea, Zhao Yanhao put pen and palm at the same time, and suddenly slapped the "Prajna Zen palm" and the ebony "Peng", but felt that the opponent's palm power was soft and contained the stamina like a torrent, and involuntarily "Teng" and "Teng" took two steps back;

Both of them have never met such a strong opponent in their lives, they are full of spirits, shouting and cheering, and the audience is full of two figures. The ebony sword is full of decades of Qing cultivation, and the "Tiangang Evil Sword" method is brought into full play.

In an instant, the two fought for more than 100 times, and everyone saw that the ebony sword shadow was like an overwhelming wave whirlpool, crashing into Zhao Yanhao one after another, but Zhao Yanhao was like a reef in the sea, immovable.

Shaolin and his entourage were afraid that Zhao Yanhao would lose, so they walked into the field and swept the formation.

Seeing that the two sides had developed into such a situation, the master and apprentice of Qilian Mountain were dumbfounded, and there was no master of the six gods for a while.

Suddenly, Miao Yizhen sneered loudly: "Ebony Master! You have fought twice in a row, you have violated the rules of the competition, and you have already lost!"

The Shaolin people also came back to their senses and clamored: "Ebony, you have already lost, don't stop yet!"

The people of the Daomen also shouted angrily: "You Shaolin traitors, despicable and shameless!" "Ebony master, kill this Shaolin murderer!" Avenge Zishi!" ......

Miao Yizhen said loudly: "Ebony Master! The sword has no eyes, and there will be deaths and injuries, it is inevitable!

Ebony was stunned, slowed down, jumped out of the battle circle, threw away the long sword fiercely, his face was ugly, and he walked to the body of Zishi without saying a word, knelt down to check. Rao is his cultivation is profound, but he is already full of old tears, whimpering in a low voice.

The Shaolin crowd surrounded Zhao Yanhao and asked him about his injuries with concern. Zhao Yanhao took a breath and said, "It's out of the way...... A little skin injury!Hey, it's a pity that I couldn't kill that Dongfang Zhen!" paused, shook his head and sighed: "This ebony master is really good, I almost couldn't resist it just now!"

Emptiness and harmony: "Amitabha, it's okay!"

"It's okay?!" Suddenly hearing the ebony shout, he had to stand up, his face was covered with frost, his eyes were full of fierce murderous aura, and he said sharply: "None of them are allowed to leave!