Qiao Mengyuan said: "I am not Senior Brother Wenren's opponent, it should be Senior Brother Wenren who wins." Jin Fulai was stunned when he heard this, he had presided over many martial arts conferences, but this was the first time he had seen such a situation, and when he had no clue, he had to take out his housekeeping skills: listen to the opinions of the masses. He looked at the audience and asked, "Did you all see it clearly just now, did this girl win?" Helian Peng shouted first: "See! See! My four eyes have seen it!" Qiao Mengyuan was very embarrassed, just now it was clear that he had fallen into a heavy siege, and he was about to lose, but for some reason, the strength of the sword net under the cover had decreased a lot, and he was in a daze at that time, and he didn't know how to control the key point of the hook between the people by mistake. After she and Wen Renjun fought dozens of times, she knew that she was far from his opponent, but now everyone put the title of the winner on her head, and she didn't know what to do for a while. Wen Renjun stepped forward and arched his hand: "Senior Sister Qiao's swordsmanship is subtle, which is an eye-opener for me. He thought in his heart: "It's not in vain to lose in the hands of Senior Sister Qiao, no matter how much the master punishes him, what is it?" Qiao Mengyuan still wanted to argue clearly, but Wen Renjun had already stepped down from the stage, but just stood there awkwardly. Under the ring, Nan Yinzi flew up and shouted to Qiao Mengyuan: "It's over, aren't you going down?" Qiao Mengyuan had no choice but to retreat, and at this time Rong Sangui also flew up, Nan Yinzi said: "I'm angry, it's finally our turn to play, I must beat you to the head and break the blood." Rong Sangui smiled and said: "Qingtian talks in dreams during the day, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?" Nan Yinzi shouted: "Who said in dreams? The tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat! If you don't give some color, you see, it seems that you don't know how good I am!" Rong Sangui pulled out his long sword, pointed at the tip of the sword, and shouted: "It's not powerful, then I have to see if my three-legged cat kung fu can pass!" The tip of the sword pointed straight at Nanyinzi and attacked Nanyinzi in front of the door. Nanyinzi was even more unscrupulous, swung his sword and sneered, and attacked Rong Sangui to get off the plate, Rong Sangui took a firm foothold, and said with a smile: "Hehe, dwarf winter melon is dwarf winter melon, and it is so strange to fight." Nanyinzi was naturally irritable, and when he heard him insulting like this, he jumped like thunder, and shouted: "Auntie's, if I don't teach you a lesson today, it's hard to understand the evil anger in my heart!" The long sword and sword tongue spat out, like a snake hyacinth exit, and the attack part turned from the lower leg to Rong Sangui's chest and abdomen, and sometimes swept a few swords on Rong Sangui's head, but he and Rong Sangui were a head shorter, and whenever they attacked the top of Rong Sangui's head, they had to tiptoe slightly, and the appearance was very funny, and everyone in the audience laughed a few times at this time. Rong Sangui's footsteps were light, but his swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and he greeted Nan Yinzi with one move and one style. Nanyinzi was nimble, like a wise monkey, dodging left and right, allowing Rong Sangui's sword wind to rush towards him like a monstrous wave, but he couldn't help it. Everyone in the audience saw the excitement and held their breath. Most of the people here are martial arts people who are good at martial arts, and when they see Rong Sangui's swordsmanship, Shen Xiong, like a roaring wind, setting off a thousand waves, and Nanyinzi's body is so flexible that he is like a golden snub-nosed monkey jumping around... Nanyinzi cooperates with dexterous footwork, sword moves are known for their light and agile movements, and their bodies rise and fall, although the skills of the two are not high, as long as the onlookers can see their sword moves, they all secretly praise their swordsmanship. Rong Sangui is a tall man, with a condescending momentum, he saw Nanyinzi's footwork brisk, but the mighty sword moves have never touched the corners of his half silk clothes, shouted, the long sword in his hand stabbed out more than 20 swords in a row, it was actually the first five moves of the "Songyang ** sword" a total of 28 styles in one breath, the surrounding group of heroes but saw the sword light Huo Huo, forming an overwhelming momentum, actually rushed to Nanyinzi from the front and back, left and right, up, middle and lower seven roads, everyone cheered, Hengshan disciples exclaimed: "Senior brother be careful!" Nan Yinzi took a deep breath, seeing that the cold light giant net intertwined with sword shadows was about to devour itself, he shouted violently, the long sword turned, his body spun sharply, and he drew a circle in all directions, and there was a loud sound of "snort", the sword qi pierced the sky, and the tip of the sword stood straight forward, not defending but attacking! Rong Sangui saw that he was covered by his own sword wind at the beginning, and he was about to become a turtle in the urn, who knew that instead of blocking the guards, he ventured forward to attack, and shouted: "Boy, don't you want to die?" The internal force was strong, and the sword qi was even stronger, trying to trap Nan Yinzi to death. Nanyinzi felt a suffocation in his chest, and an invisible sword qi made him take two steps back, and shouted angrily, like a tiger roaring loudly, the mountain shook the ground, and his body rushed forward, with a move "Blossoming all over the ground", the long sword slashed at Rong Sangui diagonally. Rong Sangui was taken aback, Nan Yinzi rushed out of the encirclement of his ** sword net, and then made a move towards himself, which was already a big surprise, and now he saw that his move "blooming all over the ground" seemed to be ordinary on the surface, just like a reckless man who did not know martial arts at all, wielding a sword and slashing indiscriminately, although he was as powerful as an ox and had no rules, it was not enough to worry, but in fact, there were many subtle killings hidden in secret, if one was not careful, he would catch his way. Rong Sangui saw that his moves were extremely messy, but he was infinitely powerful, and he was killed to retreat five or six steps one after another, and Nanyinzi's sword moves were continuous, attacking step by step. The ring is paved with a large wooden board half a foot thick, Nan Yinzi specializes in the lower plate, and the long sword frequently submerges into the wooden board, causing the sawdust to fly in all directions, falling down the stage like goose feathers and heavy snow, and more than 100 deep marks have been drawn on the ring, which has long been full of holes. Rong Sangui only felt that Nanyinzi's sword was attacking, but the sword moves were messy and abnormal, and he really couldn't guess where he was going to stab and where he would attack next, and when he retreated again and again, he secretly thought: "How can I crack it?" Turning his head to look behind him, there was nothing behind him, and he was furious, and then he woke up and exclaimed, "Ahh Turning his head, Rong Sangui's long sword was as fast as lightning, and it was less than seven inches away from the door in front of him! He gasped, slid sideways, and scolded: "You are shameless, you dare to play with me?" Rong Sangui sneered: "The soldiers are not tired of cheating, hehe, the dwarf winter melon is really as easy to play as a monkey." Nan Yinzi let out a deep sigh, the long sword was slashed and thorny, his steps were like flying, and the tip of the sword beckoned straight to Rong Sangui. Rong Sangui's long sword turned, and the blade was slashed, which was the ninth move and the twenty-third style "smoke and fog horizontal" in the "Songyang ** Sword", and the sword qi spread out like clouds and mist in the sky, enveloping the left and right sides of Nanyinzi. Nan Yinzi gave him * to move left and right, so he had to take half a step forward. Unexpectedly, the two sword qi seemed to be following, and they also stepped forward. Nanyinzi couldn't dodge, with a flash of inspiration, he raised his sword to the right and slashed sharply, and then on the side of his body, he slashed the sword on the left, only to hear a loud sound of "clanging", and the two swords intersected dozens of times, stirring up bursts of sparks, dazzling.

Rong Sangui's sword move was broken by Nan Yinzi, he snorted, and a sword stabbed at Nan Yinzi, Nan Yinzi's long sword danced, blocking Rong Sangui's sword, and the sword went straight and poked at Rong Sangui's chest.

Rong Sangui rushed forward with his sword, and he was able to block Nanyinzi with this sword, but who knew that he was blocked by him, and he attacked him again, unexpectedly, in an instant, where did he have time to stop his footsteps?

The tip of Nanyinzi's sword pointed straight at Rong Sangui's chest, and Rong Sangui still rushed forward vigorously! He shouted: "Hey! Stop!" If you want to withdraw the sword, it is too late, "snort", Nanyinzi's long sword went straight into Rong Sangui's chest, straight through the back! A blood qi burst out, splashing Nanyinzi's clothes. There were red spots on his face, Nan Yinzi was shocked, his right hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and he hurriedly ran over, his fingers were frequent, trying to seal the blood passage at Rong Sangui's wound, Rong Sangui roared angrily and slapped him with a palm. Nan Yinzi is eager to save people, how can he take care of him, and with a slap, Nan Yinzi slapped his left shoulder, and suddenly felt lightheaded, and fell down when he raised his head.

Rong Sangui's chest was full of blood, although he tried his best to hold it down with his hand, he still couldn't stop coming out, his face was already pale, straight as white paper, and the disciples of the Songshan faction rushed to the stage one after another, sealing the acupoints around his wounds, and the blood flow gradually stopped, and three or five people carried him off the stage. Jin Fulai announced: "In the third battle of Taishan's sword discussion, Nanyinzi, a disciple of the Hengshan faction, violated the second article of the three chapters, and Rong Sangui won. The disciples of Songshan saw that Rong Sangui had no blood, and they were all nervous, and the venue was silent for a while.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps, and a man came out on the way, who was dressed in a gray cloth robe, with a goatee, and a haggard complexion, and walked half-shaky, as if he were about to die, and a gust of wind could blow him down.

A few of the people in the group screamed in surprise: "'Sick Face Divine Doctor' Dugu is here!' The rest of the people heard their shouts and turned their heads to look, but they saw the man staggering towards this side, panting for breath in his mouth, as if he was seriously ill. Qunhao asked one after another: "Is he the 'sick face divine doctor'? Why is he so sick?" "Just a sick old man, where is there any 'sick face divine doctor'?" "'The sick face divine doctor is very high, even a dead person can be saved and turned around, how can he be so sick and dying?" In the sound of surprise and suspicion, the man had slowly walked to the field, came to the side of the disciple of the Songshan faction, and reached out to grab Rong Sangui's wrist!

Seeing this, Mu Huarong asked, "Who is Your Excellency?" The figure flickered, and he was already standing in front of Rong Sangui, and the man sneered: "Master Mu is very worried about the disciple's injury." The voice was yin and yang, as if it came from the mouth of a person who was about to die...