The two collided vigorously, and there was a loud bang, and the turbulent air flow blew away the surrounding air, instantly forming a 'vacuum area', and the two of them had divine power to protect their bodies, and neither of them was injured. After Ling Junlai stopped, he rushed over like a meteor, and a long red light slashed through the air, and the spirit and the knife fused together, and its momentum was indestructible. Ni Hongyan's Kun Ling Belt rolled up a mountain of qi waves, and at the same time, he jumped up, gathered qi and poured his palms, and played a sharp palm wind. Her response was very clever, first weakening the sword qi with qi waves, and then fighting with it with palm wind. Ling Junlai secretly marveled at her strain, it was too late to change her moves, so she could only break the kettle and sink the boat.

The process of fighting was only between the lightning and flint, and no one saw the real thing, and the two figures flew by. After landing on the ground, a big hole was broken in Ni Hongyan's snow-white sleeves, and a shallow red line appeared on the crystal skin, and then a string of blood came out of the red line, flowing down his arm, staining the sleeves red. She didn't even look at the wound, her cold gaze stared at Ling Junlai, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Ling Junlai seemed unscathed, but his internal injuries were much more serious than Ni Hongyan's. The pale face turned ruddy again, and suppressed the internal injuries with internal strength. The heroes of the Blood Knife Fort all saw that the situation was unfavorable to Ling Junlai, and pinched a cold sweat for him.

Ni Hongyan launched a counterattack, floating up like a ghost, looking unhappy, but as soon as his body moved, he appeared in front of Ling Junlai, and two palms struck out in a row, and the slender jade palm contained the power of ten thousand catties. Tell the king to start the defensive pose. This situation is somewhat similar to Bai Qinghua's previous one, in the case of equal strength, whoever is injured first means defeat, will Ling Junlai repeat Bai Qinghua's mistakes.

In less than a bowl of rice, Ni Hongyan made more than a hundred moves, making it difficult for Junzi to fight back from beginning to end, but he was not in a hurry or impatient, and he did not make a desperate bet like Bai Qinghua. Ni Hongyan also admired his patience, thinking that this palace would give you a chance to turn defeat into victory. She didn't know that Ling Junlai still had a set of peerless sword techniques that had not yet been used, and Chu Laike was defeated by the "Blood Knife Nine Uniques", which was earth-shattering, but it also consumed too much on the body, so it was easy not to use. What's more, this knife technique is too murderous, too demonic, and there is a danger of going mad if you lose your mind. Over the years, he has come to cultivate his self-cultivation and have no distracting thoughts, and he has taken care of the things in the castle to practice the sword technique with peace of mind, and finally mastered the demonic nature of this knife technique, and turned the power into his own use.

Ni Hongyan couldn't attack, and his momentum weakened slightly, so Ling Jun seized this opportunity and swung a knife ready to force Ni Hongyan back. She was just about to rush up again, but found a puff of smoke rising around Ling Junlai. This was by no means ordinary smoke, but the water vapor evaporated with true qi, which made Junlai's figure blur and hide in the smoke. Ni Hongyan's heart was shocked, and she took two steps back, she thought that Ling Junlai was already at the end of the crossbow, how could she have thought that he still had such skills. Hot smoke covered her face, sweat oozed from the pores of her skin, and water beaded on her long eyelashes, rolling down her eyes. She couldn't hide the horror in her heart, she had never seen such a miraculous skill, and she was stunned there, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. The audience was silent, and Chu Laike smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, wanting to see how many knives Ni Hongyan could take!

A cold wind blew away the smoke, and Ling Junlai's figure walked out slowly, the audience couldn't help but exclaim, and Ni Hongyan was also shocked to take a few steps back. It turned out that Ling Junlai seemed to have changed the city, and his hair and eyebrows turned blood red, which was breathtaking.

There was a slaughter between heaven and earth, and Jun Lai had a horizontal knife in his hand, like a god of war standing up to the sky and the earth. The body is full of cold murderous aura, which is creepy. His eyes were indifferent and merciless, neither happy nor angry, but they were more terrifying than any complicated expression. Ni Hongyan gasped, and found that before the other party made a move, the atmosphere of defeat enveloped his whole body.

Ling Junlai suddenly rose from the ground, and he couldn't see the speed at which he drew his sword, and an overwhelming sword light shrouded him like a match, and the power of this knife was enough to change the color of heaven and earth, as if it was not owned by the world. Ni Hongyan showed a look of horror, did not dare to compete with it, and hurriedly flashed to the side. Hearing only a "boom", the knife qi hit the ground, shattering a large area of three-inch-thick green bricks.

Ling Junlai's figure suddenly disappeared, and even Ni Hongyan didn't see it clearly, but her intuition told her that the other party was behind her, and she didn't want to rush forward, and sure enough, there was a piercing knife aura behind her, she didn't dare to look back, and continued to rush forward. But the sword qi came faster, forcing her to jump up, and the knife qi flew under her feet, and she would be hit if she was half a minute slower.

Ni Hongyan was not to be outdone, and Kun Ling flew out with a fierce shot, intending to force an attack in adversity. Ling Junlai did not dodge or dodge, the true qi condensed the knife, and several bright points of light appeared on the body of the knife with red light, rolling along the blade like water droplets, and in an instant, the red light was great, the wind was howling, and the red light turned into a beautiful arc towards the two ribbons. Ni Hongyan thought to herself, no matter how strong your sword qi is, you don't want to destroy my Kun Ling Belt. When the weapons intersect, I only need to withdraw the true qi, and then hit you with the palm wind, and your new power will not be born, and you will be injured if you don't die.

Although the idea is good, she underestimates the power of this move, just when she wants to unload her true qi, she suddenly feels a soreness in her arm, and the true qi on the blood knife hit her arm like an electric current along the Kun Ling belt, and the blood stopped flowing in an instant, and the meridians of the whole body were blocked, and a trace of true qi could not be used. She was in mid-air, her body falling straight down. If the head falls another foot, it will hit the blade right away. Ni Hongyan is worthy of being a generation of grandmasters, and at the critical moment, he made a quick decision, Kun Ling took his hand, and the true qi in his body resumed operation, and he slapped the knife with one palm, and his body flew out upside down. Although it was skillful to get out, it was at the cost of heavy internal injuries, and the qi on the knife body hit the meridians. She refused to make a fool of herself in front of the world's heroes, suppressed her internal injuries in the air, and still fell to the ground with a beautiful body. If she rolls for a few weeks immediately after landing, she can lose a lot of energy, but she would rather die than roll on the ground, her willow-like body is still straight, and no matter how serious the injury is, she will not bend her waist. At this moment, the red light flashed again in front of him, and the blood knife followed him like a shadow. Ni Hongyan sighed secretly, and said in his heart, I, Ni Hongyan, actually died here! I no longer resisted at the moment, and simply closed my eyes and waited for death. I felt that the cold knife wind was imminent, and the skin hurt like a pinprick, but after a long time, the knife was still not cut. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Ling Junlai's eyebrows and eyes had returned to their original state, and the bloody knife had been returned to its sheath. Ni Hongyan knew that the other party spared his life, and asked, "What kind of sword technique is that?" Ling Jun came and said: "The Blood Knife is Nine Unique." Ni Hongyan muttered a few times, sighed, turned around and left, with a wave of his long sleeves, the Kun Ling belt that fell on the ground obediently drilled into the sleeve. She was not at all grateful to Ling Junlai for not killing, let alone admitting defeat in front of him, leaving like this would be tantamount to abstaining. Gao Qingyi immediately announced that Ling Junlai had won. Gao Qingyi and Ni Hongyan are also familiar with each other, and comforted: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and the palace master doesn't have to worry about it." Ni Hongyan nodded and returned to the tent.

Everyone in the Blood Knife Castle knew that Ling Junlai had suffered internal injuries, and they hurriedly inquired when he returned. Ling Jun came and said: "Don't get in the way, leave me here, and you go to the designated place to meet the emperor." Zhao Hengshan couldn't bear to say: "You have to take care." Ling Junlai said with a smile: "When did Lao Zhao's mother-in-law get up, and it was not a life and death parting." Zhao Hengshan laughed and said: "What the castle lord said is that when we arrive at the monk Yuan, we will eat and kill the enemy together!" After everyone said goodbye to Ling Junlai, they went to the pick-up place agreed last night. When they walked away, the smile on Ling Junlai's face disappeared, he spat out a small mouthful of blood, and hurriedly meditated to heal his wounds.

After Luo Tianchu and the others learned a few words of Jurchen from Xu, they left the residence with him and rushed to the martial arts arena to observe the situation. The four of them came to the hill where the nobles of the Jin Kingdom watched the battle, and there was only a small slope away from the king's tent of Wanyan Zongwang. After Xu also met with several Jinguo bureaucrats, he inquired about the situation of the game and was relieved to learn that Ling Junlai had entered the finals. Luo Tianchu looked at his tent and saw that there was no one outside, thinking that everyone had evacuated.

Looking at the stage again, after seeing that Yan Li and Chu Laike were fighting each other, the two did not avoid each other's attacks at all, and frequently intersected with fists and palms, sometimes fighting more than a dozen palms in a row, and the sound of true qi colliding one after another, there was no fancy at all. Wan Yanli's body is like a vigorous cheetah, full of explosive power, his fists are as big as a dustpan, and every punch gives people a feeling of suffocation at the top of the mountain. Chu Laike exerted the 'Flame Qigong Palm' to the extreme, and a circle of blue flames ignited in the palm of his hand, and each palm brought up a line of fire, and the air became extremely hot, and ordinary people had already suffocated.

After thirty rounds, Wan Yanli jumped back and laughed: "Happy! The old man hasn't fought so happily for a long time, and the city lord really didn't disappoint the old man." Chu Lai said lightly: "Each other." Wan Yan said: "Since the old man practiced the 'Tiger Roar Divine Fist', the city lord is the first person to force the old man to use it, even if you lose, it will not be in vain." Chu Laike raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I want to learn something." Wan Yanli shouted, "Okay! With that, he stepped forward, shouted, kicked the ground with one leg, rushed out like a tiger, and then punched out. The fist suddenly increased a few times, like a hammer, extremely domineering, which can be described as the pinnacle of the combination of internal and external strength. Chu Laike was shocked in his heart, and he saw that it was powerful, so he didn't dare to take it hard, his body twisted and flashed to the side, and the flame palm cut his armpit back. Who knew that this punch was not only powerful, but also flexible, and it hit Chu Laike's shoulder with a change of move. Although the moves are simple, they are ingenious and unworkable, and they trump all variations

Although Chu Laike was sure to dodge this punch, he had been hitting hard just now, with his stubborn character, he was quite unwilling to dodge, but he forgot that the advantage of the other party was to hit hard, and his 'Flame Qigong Palm' was strong in the control of changes and aura, and now it was quite unwise to use a weak attack. At that moment, the whole body was transported, the flame qigong palm met it, the fists and palms intersected again, there was a loud "bang", Chu Laike took five steps back, only to feel that his arm was sore, he couldn't lift it for a while, the bones in the palm of his hand were shaking and cracking, and what was more serious was that the true qi penetrated into the meridians, the acupoints were occluded, and the remaining power was less than fifty percent. Wan Yan stepped back from his body, took half a step back, the situation was much better than that of Chu Laike, and he let out another burst of applause, and once again hit the Tiger Roar Divine Fist. Chu Laike suffered a dark loss, and hurriedly turned over and retreated, if he did this just now, the outcome was still unknown. Seeing that the other party showed a defeated appearance, Wan Yanli smiled, but he did not relax and pursued while he was victorious.

Chu Laike was annoyed in his heart, but the wood was already in the boat, the frustration was useless, he knew that there was no hope of winning, and if he continued to fight, he would only be more embarrassed.

Wan Yanli also knew the luck of victory, if Chu Laike fought a little smarter, it would definitely be a vicious fight, he smiled and said: "Chu City Lord, I have conceded." "You must know that Chu Laike is the national teacher of Tubo, and his position in Tubo is very important. The two had a estrangement and mutual hostility because of the black and white ghosts, but now that the dust of their competition has settled, Wan Yanli does not want to offend Chu and affect the relationship between the two countries, so he greets politely. Chu Laike also thought about it, and said: "Brother Wanyan's skills are superior, Chu admires, but Brother Wanyan is afraid that it is not so easy to fold the crown." Wan Yanli said with a smile: "The city lord is quick to talk, don't bully the old man, the old man is about to have a duel with Ling Jun, see if his knife is powerful, or the old man's fist is powerful." With that, he raised his breath and shouted, "Lord Ling, it's time for you to play!"

He took the initiative to call the battle to save the magistrate's business, and ordered Junlai's tall and thin figure to walk out of the tent, he carried a knife in one hand, walked to the stage like a leisurely stroll, and passed by Chu Laike, Chu Laike said softly: "Win him for me." Ling Junlai smiled, came to the competition platform, and said, "Please ask Brother Yan for advice." Wan Yanli looked at him seriously, and only said in a half-loud voice: "The old man is not sure to win you." The audience was shocked, but they didn't expect the arrogant Wan Yanli to be humble, and he said that he was not sure of winning before he fought, and he was not self-defeating. Ling Jun came and said: "Your Excellency is humble. Wan Yanli shook his head and said, "Your 'Blood Knife Nine Uniques' is too powerful, and the old man doesn't have the confidence to crack it." Ling Junlai said: "I am not sure to resist Your Excellency's 'Tiger Roaring Divine Fist'. They looked at each other and smiled. They seem to be afraid of each other, but in fact, on the contrary, only those who have no fear in their hearts dare to tell the truth.