The sword intent is soaring, and the incomparable implication is rippling in the entire martial arts arena, and has even affected the competition in several other martial arts arenas. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is an extremely pure sword intent, without the skill of the sword immersed to the extreme, without the understanding of the swordsmanship, it is impossible to understand.

"Has the sword intent of His Royal Highness the Thirteenth Prince reached this level...... Almost small. ”

Even if many people were far away, they could still feel the sword intent constantly emanating from Tang Qingyun's body, and their hearts were also awe-inspiring.

"Hey, Sun Xiaohua lost this time, I was still opportunistically suppressing him by 10,000 pins of Yunjing, it seems that I can't win. ”

Some people already have a clear idea of how the battle will be won.

Sun Xiaohua's eyes also narrowed, such a pure sword intent was terrifying.

Before the battle, the heart is already timid!

But will he be afraid? Will he be? Will he be...... Just kidding, the answer is yes, and he will too.

"Nima, let you be so arrogant again, Lao Tzu will not be stupid. ”

Sun Xiaohua scolded in her heart, her hand was pinched out, and her vigorous technique was already used, and her body suddenly moved, and it shot out like a disemboweled cannonball.

Under everyone's gaze, a golden giant rod appeared out of thin air, as if it was about to pierce the sky, suddenly became larger, and fell with a bang, throwing out a series of air explosions.

The incomparable oppressive force, like a volcanic eruption, hit Tang Qingyun.

Sun Xiaohua is upright, and she carries indescribable majestic power, which makes it difficult for people to even dodge, so they can only choose to hit hard.

Tang Qingyun frowned slightly, although he had heard his imperial brother mention that Sun Xiaohua was good at using stick-type spirit soldiers, he didn't take it to heart.

But now, the other party's majestic stick made him feel a great threat, which was beyond his expectations.

At that moment, Tang Qingyun also moved, his sword was like a cold star, he didn't retreat or dodge, wanting to test the power of Sun Xiaohua's stick.

Shake such a domineering stick with a sword!

It's really unwise, the sword is light and agile, and the skills are exquisite, even if there is really that kind of hard steel swordsmanship, it is necessary to cooperate with the heavy sword to show the domineering power.

And the Chengying Sword is obviously not suitable.

But who is the person in front of him? How can he be as ordinary-sense, this sword is a sword that goes to the extreme, and uses a light sword to show the power of a heavy sword.

At the moment when the sword touched the stick that Sun Xiaohua hit, Tang Qingyun's eyes were sharp and matchless, and his palm was light.

I saw the stars surging in the sky, the galaxy was endless, gorgeous and bright, and when I shrunk a button, I suddenly touched with the golden hoop stick!

The six-grade spirit soldier is very sharp, and it is displayed with such a strange sword move, and it is hard!

The corners of Tang Qingyun's mouth had inadvertently lifted a smile, and he was confident that this sword would be enough to severely damage Sun Xiaohua's spiritual soldiers.

More people watching the battle exclaimed, "Sun Xiaohua may be defeated in this move, the thirteen princes occupy the advantage of the blade, and the strength is stronger than Sun Xiaohua, even if Sun Xiaohua forces the thirteen princes to shake hard, the thirteen princes also redeem the disadvantage with clever sword moves, and the victory and defeat are about to be decided." ”

Clang!

The stars in the sky shattered, the shadow of the galaxy disappeared, the long sword hummed, Tang Qingyun's expression changed greatly, his arms and tiger's mouths suddenly exploded, his flesh and blood blurred, and his body retreated violently.

In the stands, the person who just said that Sun Xiaohua was going to lose almost bit his tongue.

Nima, how can the situation be reversed? Why is it Tang Qingyun who retreats, shouldn't it be Sun Xiaohua?

"Damn, that stick of coquettishness, ruthless, worthy of being ruthless, what is this, you look at what this is, this is a slap in the head!"

"How can this be, the Thirteen Princes must have underestimated the enemy, he didn't exert his full strength just now, so he was caught off guard by Sun Xiaohua, a treacherous guy. ”

"Look at it, the thirteen princes are going crazy, Sun Xiaohua is going to die this time, and it is absolutely impossible to leave the martial arts stage alive. ”

"Fart, don't you see that the ruthless people are pressing the thirteen princes now?"

The crowd exploded and boiled.

On the martial arts stage, after Sun Xiaohua smashed back the thirteen princes with a stick, he immediately seized the opportunity to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and a set of basic stick methods were unleashed in him, there was nothing surprising, but it was overbearing!

For a while, the thirteen princes were also pressed and beaten, and the exquisite sword moves met this arrogant and unreasonable beating with a stick, as if the gentle Xiucai met the rude bandits, and he was completely unable to give full play to his advantages.

The so-called one inch long and one inch strong, although Sun Xiaohua's stick method is not good, but the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and with a hard work, he also has the upper hand in the war.

However, the thirteen princes are not stupid people, they quickly grasped the battle situation, and after suffering a small loss in the first hard encounter with Sun Xiaohua, they also understood that if it was difficult to gain the upper hand in the hard shock, they immediately abandoned the sword and ran away, and changed to the sword to fight the enemy.

The Chengying Sword turned into a streamer, the virtual reality was unpredictable, and it pierced all parts of Sun Xiaohua's body, because the sword body was difficult to find, this swordsmanship was extremely terrifying.

I saw that the Dao Dao sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and every time the Chengying Sword came out of the sword, it was almost impossible to find a trace, and Sun Xiaohua also relied on his strong spiritual power to barely capture it, and he was safe for a while.

"What kind of grade is his spirit soldier, so durable, and he has not been damaged at all after such a long encounter with the Chengying Sword?"

Tang Qingyun also played very depressed, thinking that Sun Xiaohua was a flea that could be strangled to death, but unexpectedly, after a few rounds of fighting, he couldn't help the other party.

Especially in the hard encounter just now, Tang Qingyun used a light sword to hit the power of a heavy sword, but he had a huge power of at least 180,000 stones, but he was still smashed back by Sun Xiaohua with a stick, what kind of concept is that? It means that the attack power of Sun Xiaohua's stick has reached at least 200,000 stones.

"Heh, arrogant, arrogant, can you still be arrogant?" The fat man stood not far behind the Twelve Princes, watching the battle between Sun Xiaohua and Tang Qingyun with a smug face, and deliberately said it loudly.

Tang Guyun and Tang Youyun's faces were gloomy, and they glanced at the fat man.

On the contrary, Tang Lingtian, the fifteenth prince, who was also the prince, never changed his complexion, as if he was out of the matter, and no one took care of him, as if he was an alternative.

"Fatty, don't be complacent, the Thirteen Princes still have a lot of hole cards that have not been played. ”

Yang Ding snorted coldly and looked at the fat man, he was the fourth place in the Dream Glass Wonderland, and the fat man was the third place, and he had long been extremely unhappy with the fat man.

"What hole cards? What kind of gourd do you mean? What kind of broken thing?" The fat man glanced at Yang Ding, and sneered and pointed to the ground to play the martial arts.

Yang Ding turned his head and looked, his face was a little unsightly.

But seeing that at this time, on the martial arts stage, Tang Qingyun had just sacrificed a red gourd, and wanted to make a move, but his body suddenly trembled as if he was crazy, his complexion changed drastically, and his body, which was constantly moving and moving, suddenly stopped in place.

At that moment, Sun Xiaohua knocked away the Chengying Sword that had stagnated speed, and threw it out fiercely, bombarding the cyan gourd.

With a bang, the gourd was directly knocked away, and Tang Qingyun was directly pulled out by this stick and landed outside the martial arts platform.