Ling Jun came to know that he could be killed but not humiliated, and said: "Okay, look at my knife." Saying that, he held the handle of the knife in his right hand, and pressed the scabbard with his left hand, like an abyss, the knife was not released, and the knife qi was already overwhelming. Liu Shaoqing hurriedly resisted. His confidence and composure vanished in front of the sword that contained the might of heaven and earth, and for the first time he felt small and helpless.

I saw a flash of red light, and a huge wave of sword qi swept in, and Ling Junlai's casual knife was twice his skill. Liu Shaoqing sighed secretly, gave up the idea of resisting, and simply closed his eyes and waited for death, being able to die in the hands of this person would not disgrace the reputation of Sword Qi Villa.

No one in the world likes to die, and Liu Shaoqing doesn't like it either, as long as there is a glimmer of life, he will give it a go, which shows that he is really disheartened now. He could have admitted defeat and left, but for the swordsman, "losing" is equal to "death", and he would rather die than live to be humiliated, which is exactly the spirit of the swordsman, although extreme, but worthy of respect.

Feeling a gust of wind passing by, Liu Shaoqing opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Ling Junlai looking at him with a smile, and the knife had been sheathed. Liu Shaoqing said: "Your subordinates Tie Ying and Zhu Yu were both injured by my hands, why don't you kill me to take revenge?" Ling Jun came and said: "In the competition, injuries are inevitable." It is easy to seek death and it is difficult to survive, Your Excellency was defeated by me, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, sooner or later you will have to find this heel fight, has Your Excellency lost the courage to challenge me?" Liu Shaoqing's dilated pupils immediately focused, and his sword eyebrows were upside down and said: "What did you say?" Ling Junlai smiled faintly and said: "That's all, if you want to die, please kill yourself, cowards don't deserve to die under Ling's knife." Liu Shaoqing said sharply: "Who is a coward! Who wants to kill himself! Five years...... No, I will visit in three years. Ling Junlai smiled and said, "Waiting for you at any time." Then he didn't look at him again, turned around and left. Looking at his departing back, Liu Shaoqing's heart jumped, he understood his deep meaning, and he suddenly felt a sense of admiration.

After Ling Jun went back, Zhao Hengshan and Dongguo Wendao were complaining that he was too kind to Liu Shaoqing, but Lu Fei knew that Ling Junlai's martial arts had become superb, and it was also a kind of loneliness to be cold in a high place, so he simply cultivated an opponent for himself, and learned that there was an opponent with unlimited potential like Liu Shaoqing in the world, and his lonely mood could also be comforted.

The next game is a major event, which is the first match between the two grandmasters, with Ni Hongyan versus Bai Qinghua. The two came to the stage at the same time, and they had heard each other's names for a long time, but one was in Shanxi and the other was in Western Xia, and they had never met, and neither of them was sure of victory. Bai Qinghua crane has a childish face, and the Taoist bones are fairy, just like the Taishang Laojun who ranks in the immortal class. Ni Hongyan is as cold as frost, mysterious and unpredictable, like an elf in a secluded forest. They have all seen each other's martial arts, but they still don't know anything about the depths, and no one dares to make a rash move.

Ni Hongyan took a lotus step and walked slowly around Bai Qinghua, while Bai Qinghua smiled and didn't move like a rock. Ni Hongyan's indifferent eyes looked through the veil for a week, and when she walked back, she found that Bai Qinghua had closed her eyes and looked leisurely. Ni Hongyan knew that he was relying on the Taoist 'Heaven and Man Induction' to sense his breath and find his weaknesses. Bai Qinghua sighed lightly and slowly opened his eyes, neither of them found each other's flaws, and they were evenly matched.

Ni Hongyan took the lead, a pair of slender jade palms turned into countless palm shadows, countless strong winds rushed in one after another, and the sound of breaking the wind was sharp and piercing, like the screaming of an unjust soul, terrifying. Everyone only thinks that the martial arts of the Embroidered Water Palace are good at ribbons, but they didn't expect the palm technique to be so terrifying. How do you know that the Embroidered Water Palace has a set of supreme martial arts treasures, called "Heavenly Demon Gong", which includes seven types of martial arts, including "Demon Sleeve Gong", "Demon Palm Gong", "Demon Weapon Gong", "Demon Yin Gong", "Demon Xianggong", "Demon Transformation Gong", "Demon Imperial Gong". Each exercise records a variety of miraculous and strange techniques, which are broad and profound, and it is difficult to master more than three at the same time with a lifetime of energy. Ni Hongyan has only practiced three. The disciples choose to practice according to their own characteristics, because most of the female disciples in the Embroidered Water Palace, so there are the most people who practice the feminine martial arts of "Demon Sleeve Gong", but the martial arts of the Embroidered Water Palace are far more than that, like Li Qingwan's "Ecstasy Technique" is just the skin in "Demon Imperial Gong".

Bai Qinghua's pupils contracted, and her beard was blown backwards by the palm wind, seeing that the power of her palm technique lies in the unpredictable back moves, if she dodges, she will take the initiative and be out of control. The two have equal identities, Ni Hongyan doesn't use ribbons, and he doesn't use weapons. There is a set of "Mian Needle Palm" in the fist and foot kung fu of the Zhengyi faction, which was created in the patriarch Zhang Ling, which is characterized by gathering qi into a needle, with a small broad, with a click surface, although the power is not very strong, but it is the most suitable for defense, the higher the opponent's skill, the better the defensive effect. I saw that his palms were staggered like soft clouds, and he shot out a series of qi as thin as silver needles, and each qi needle hit Ni Hongyan's palm wind eye, and the palm wind was pierced and scattered.

Ni Hongyan put away his palm, and pointed into a knife, and immediately slashed down, and the two jade fingers were no less powerful than the real knife. Bai Qinghua was amazed at the speed of her response, and immediately pinched her fingers like a rooster's sharp beak, avoided her finger knife, and pinched her soft palm. Ni Hongyan snorted coldly, curled his fingers into claws and buckled towards his veins, Bai Qinghua let out a long laugh, and once again shot several 'qi needles' and pierced them into his palms, but was dodged sideways by the other party.

Many of their disciples will also use the martial arts they perform, but they are far from each other in terms of skill and heat, and the difference between heaven and earth is when they use the same move. After the tentative stage, they did it with all their might, fighting faster and faster, moving like flying, and two shadows, one gray and one white, flashed and moved on the stage, flying up and down, dazzling. The two of them have equal skills, they fought for fifty rounds without winning or losing, the audience was silent, every move and every move was exciting, ever-changing, the victory and defeat were in an instant, but the two of them had clever moves, endless opportunities, and did not give each other a chance. Now they knew that it would be difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat if they continued to fight, so they separated at the same time.

Bai Qinghua said: "Since it is difficult to distinguish between high and low fists and feet, why don't you use weapons instead?" Ni Hongyan said: "It is precisely this intention, your faction's "Demon Suppression Sword Codex" is famous in the middle of the earth, and this seat has long wanted to understand it. As he spoke, he shook his sleeves slightly, threw out two waterfall-like ribbons, and said, "Show your sword." Bai Qinghua smiled slightly, and took down an ancient sheath long sword from his back, this sword is different from the ordinary long sword in the previous game, the scabbard is loosely grained, the color is ancient yellow, and the sword is slowly pulled out, only to hear the "ding" A dragon chant sounded softly, lingering, and the sword body was covered with a layer of yellow yarn, the luster was hazy, unpretentious, giving people a sense of divine detachment. This sword is called 'Dingxian', one of the seven famous swords, it is the treasure of the town faction of the righteous faction, and it is also the token of the head, Bai Qinghua is easy not to use. With his swordsmanship attainments, there is no difference between using an ordinary long sword and a divine weapon, but when the eighth layer of the "Demon Suppressing Sword Codex" is urged, a large amount of true qi must be concentrated on the sword body, and the ordinary long sword can't withstand it, not to mention the violent trembling, and there is also the danger of breaking the sword. Bai Qinghua has been cultivating for many years and has no quarrel with the world, if it weren't for the fact that this battle was related to the reputation of the Zhengyi faction, he would not have used this sword.

Ni Hongyan praised: "Good sword!" Bai Qinghua said: "This is indeed a sword with a sword that sharpens iron like clay, if the palace master feels unfair, the poor road can be exchanged for a sword." Ni Hongyan said: "No need, these two ribbons in this palace are also extraordinary, and the treasure is just fair to the treasure." Bai Qinghua looked at the two ribbons again, only to see that the texture was tight, and there was a golden light in the snow-white, and said: "Poor Dao is clumsy, I don't know what is special about the palace master's ribbon?" Ni Hongyan said: "These two" Kun Ling Belts "are mixed with Kunlun snow silk, hundred-year-old spider silk, and the best black gold silk, and soaked in the potion of resin, aged vinegar, spring water and other things for half a year, and become extremely tough, and it is difficult for any divine weapon to break it. Bai Qinghua said with a smile: "The poor Dao has long eyes, please ask the palace master to give you a move." ”

Ni Hongyan shook the Kun Ling belt, and rolled up two strong winds like a spiral, sandwiching Bai Qinghua left and right. Bai Qinghua pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the Dingxian sword rose and fell like a goose feather in the wind, and a sea of clouds-like true qi blocked in front of him. Kun Ling's belt wilted when it touched the 'sea of clouds', and Ni Hongyan thought to herself that this bull's nose was really good. With a flick of his wrist, the Kun Ling Belt was as vivid as two white snakes, probing and shrinking outside the 'sea of clouds', waiting for an opportunity to attack. Bai Qinghua sent the Dingxian Sword forward, and the 'sea of clouds' in front of him rushed over. Ni Hongyan hurriedly went backwards, and the Kun Ling Belt rolled up and down, rolling up and down the waves of qi to dissipate the strength of the 'sea of clouds'. Bai Qinghua saw her intentions, stepped forward, and luckily poured the sword, so that the 'sea of clouds' continued to stamina. Ni Hongyan retreated while fighting, and every time 'Yunhai' was eliminated by her, Bai Qinghua made up another point, and it was still deadlocked.

Bai Qinghua has the advantage. Where is Ni Hongyan willing to give in, with a coquettish sound, the Kun Ling Belt rolled up to the sky, and a strong whirlwind swayed, and the power was on par with the 'sea of clouds'. This trick is called 'Wind and Clouds', and it is one of the masteries in "Demon Sleeve Gong". Bai Qinghua didn't expect her to make a surprise move, but in a hurry, the 'sea of clouds' was blown into the sky and disappeared.

The whirlwind did not change, although Bai Qinghua was not shocked, he condensed his remaining strength, and the long sword swept down, and a crisscrossing sword qi met the whirlwind. Because he didn't have time to gather his strength, this sword only used seven successful forces, and after colliding with the strength, he fell downwind, retreated three steps backwards, and suffered internal injuries. Ni Hongyan remained unchanged and unharmed. A grandmaster-level master like them has made a move, and the victory or defeat is between one move, although Bai Qinghua can still fight again, but the winning rate is less than two percent, and he can only hope that Ni Hongyan will make a mistake, and this possibility is very small. Bai Qinghua knew that he could only suppress the internal injuries and solve them quickly, and if he could fight with the other party to lose both, then there would be more hope. He doesn't care about winning or losing, but he represents the righteous faction and must make a last stand. I saw him stepping on the gossip direction, stabbing out the sword of Dingxian, and the sword qi flew vertically and horizontally, majestic, without revealing the slightest impatience. Ni Hongyan knew that he would be invincible as long as he fought steadily, so he took Kun Ling to dance with an aura, protecting his whole body, and only defending and not attacking. Defending is much easier than attacking, and Bai Qinghua didn't dare to give up defense, although he repeatedly showed flaws to lure Ni Hongyan to attack, but the other party just wasn't fooled. The result can be imagined, after a hundred moves, Bai Qinghua still did not win, although he could continue to insist, but the fighting spirit had been lost, and it was futile to fight again, so he put the sword back into the sheath and said: "The palace master's martial arts are superb, and the poor Dao admits defeat." Although he failed, his speech and demeanor still did not lose the demeanor of a grandmaster, Ni Hongyan nodded and said, "It's not that your martial arts are not good, it's just that your luck is a little worse." Bai Qinghua said with a smile: "Take care of the palace master, and say goodbye." "After that, I left.

It was only at this time that the audience began to applaud, talking about the game just now, although Bai Qinghua was defeated, his detached demeanor was heartbreaking, and no one would look down on the righteous faction because of this. The third game was played by the silent abbot against Wan Yanli. The audience knew that this was another good show, and became silent. I saw Wuyin put his hands together, low and noisy Buddha number, he was very dissatisfied with the fact that Wanyan was seriously injured and undisciplined, although he was a pure monk with six pure roots, but he was not an emotionless person, he and Wulu, Wuji three people from the time they were bhikshus were like siblings, and now Wulu although he saved his life, the meridians were severely damaged, and it was difficult to recover, and martial arts were basically abolished. With Yan Li's martial arts, he can win even if he doesn't injure Wulu, and by doing so, he is provoking Shaolin, and Wuyin is bent on regaining face.

Wan Yanli looked at Wuyin for a few moments, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Old monk, if you want to avenge that monk, I'm afraid it's not qualified enough." Wuyin listened to the heart, knowing that he was not talking big, but had full confidence, and now there was no way back, and he had to go all out for the reputation of Shaolin.

Silently said "offended", and unleashed the 'Mighty King Kong Palm' to blast at him. Wan Yanli laughed, didn't dodge, stretched out an iron fist the size of a bowl, and it was also a punch, after the fists intersected, the two were shocked to take three steps back, Wan Yanli just stopped, the mountain-like body immediately rushed up, unfolded the ape arm, the iron fist hit like raindrops, every punch was condensed, and the hand-to-hand combat began. Wuyin is also very confident in the power of his palm, condensing his breath in his palm and fighting in close quarters. The two of them exchanged fists and palms, the wind was howling, sometimes a dozen moves did not touch, and sometimes five or six moves collided continuously. The two of them have deep internal strength, and they have not been injured after many competitions, but this kind of short-handed combat tests their reaction ability more, they both tense the strings, and the consequences of a little relaxation are unimaginable.

Wan Yanli has been in battle for a long time, and he has fought hundreds of battles of all sizes, and he has already trained his steely nerves. And Wuyin cultivates all day long in the yellow light of the ancient temple, which is definitely inferior to the other party compared to being brave and ruthless. After fifty rounds, Wan Yan became more and more courageous, and every punch was accompanied by a loud roar, like a fierce beast, and the momentum pressed the silent head. Silently retracting his mind, he wanted to throw away his distracting thoughts, and suddenly heard a roar like thunder, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Wuyin's mind was lost, and there was a 'buzz' in his head, and just when he was stunned, Wan Yanli took advantage of the weakness and struck him in the chest. Silently snorted, he fell out two feet away, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and fainted. The Shaolin monk hurriedly came to the rescue and glared angrily at Wan Yanli. Wan Yanli laughed, very proud, and didn't take Shaolin in his eyes at all.