In fact, the battle between Yue Ling and Che Shu was unremarkable.

If it weren't for the last amazing sword style, if it wasn't for the last three inches of brilliant sword.

The master has made a move, and the victory or defeat is the first line.

It's just a moment, and they know it.

Trilogy.

Ichiban.

Yue Ling took out a sword, just like Fang Yin, a style of Changhong through the sun and directly took the car to cut the middle palace, and the general peace and neutrality were not fancy.

The sword arrives, and the car is slashed with the back of the knife.

The long sword suddenly turned upwards and turned into a half-style inverted bead curtain.

Half style and half style, not into one type, Yue Ling missed a sword, and the car was easily resolved.

The two of them retreated, holding their swords and swords.

After a while.

Second.

The car slashed out a knife, and a volley flew into the air and slashed vertically, which was not fancy, it was a force to split Huashan!

The knife arrived, and Yue Ling deserved it with a sword.

"Ka!"

After a crisp sound, the swords both sank to Xu, Yue Ling held the sword in both hands, and the car slashed the knife in one hand.

The two of them retreated, holding their swords and swords.

Three times.

The two stepped forward and shot at the same time.

The car slashed in the air, the knife wind had come out, the sound of cracking silk came out, and Yue Ling's left rib shirt was torn.

Yue Ling flew into the air, the sword was already out, silent, and the car slashed back three feet.

Jian Ling put away the sword, and the car slashed the knife.

"Boom!"

"Knife Wind! Knife Wind!"

"Jianmang!

Who won, who lost, and who unfortunately missed half of the game, everyone does not know.

Who wins, who loses? Those who have been watching the battle between the two have mostly not understood.

Assignment and Assignment. You're kind to you.

Che Chu smiled and strode off the stage.

Yue Ling saluted and slowly walked out of the ring.

"Shangqing Yue Ling won, and Tianshan Che was defeated. "In any case, the winner is decided.

However, it is the ordinary in the wonderful, but it is the wonderful in the ordinary, and it has to be explained one by one.

Yue Ling's sword, only a fast word, too fast! Che Chop has been through a hundred battles, and his eyesight is not idle, in Che Chop's opinion, that sword could have been easily swept away with one sword, but it was a knife that was empty! It's a long story, only in an instant, the blade has been slashed in front of his eyes, Che Chop only felt a coolness pass by the front door, and a sound in his head exploded: "Light the enemy!" It is a light enemy, that sword is faster than it looks, at that moment Che Chop thought that he would die, and there was also a moment of distraction.

One in one.

Only one together, the car chop sweated profusely! Only one together, the car chop was very vigilant! Only one together Che Chop already knew that the young Taoist priest on the opposite side was not inferior to the martial arts, only one Che Chop already knew that his skills were faster than his own own and his own family was originally a big one! The reputation of the Mobei Sword King, the glory accumulated over time, it was almost all in vain under a sword, and what made Che Chop even more frightened was that Che Chop didn't know if he had this sword, and his subordinates were merciful!

The car was frightened, and he was not discouraged! The car took out the knife and slashed vertically!

How to break the trick with strength!

A knife is cut down, the momentum sinks vigorously, this is not a type of force to split Huashan, this is a knife made of the 48th style, this is a knife that returns to the basics and is domineering and resolute! The knife, the courage of a hundred soldiers, its essence is a unicorn, is taking its powerful and powerful and domineering meaning, a knife of the power of Jin Ge Su murderous aura, a knife of thousands of troops and horses! This knife Yue Ling can not be, Yue Ling knows that if he resists with force, he will be cut in two by the sword, and he should retreat for a while, and wait for his momentum to be exhausted, Xu Yimou.

Yue Ling didn't retreat, nor did he avoid it, just as he was right, he blocked it with his sword!

But it's not hard resistance.

There was a sound of swords intersecting, and the swords were unfurled, bullying the weak with the strong and striking short with the long. Yue Ling can't be used, and neither can the Chengmai Sword, so Yue Ling sank the sword and unloaded his strength. The knife was at the head, three inches on it, Yue Ling's internal force was focused on the sword body to support it, and the sword was unloaded. Yue Ling wanted to give it a try, try his strength, and after a try, Yue Ling finally knew that it was not true, and he couldn't do it! The knife fell one inch with all his strength, and the knife fell two inches so that it was invincible, Yue Ling had no choice but to use his left hand to complement each other, and finally had to hold on to the front line of the knife falling on the top door.

Two-in-one.

The car was frightened, and Yue Ling was also frightened, and the car was only slashed with one hand, showing that he had not made any efforts.

Mobei Sword King, worthy of his name.

The two of them test the virtual and the real, and the three times finally show the stunt, both of them know that the other party is a strong opponent, a strong enemy, and at the moment they use the most proud and sharpest mastery, the sword wind! The sword wind is invisible, it is for the wind knife, the hair is cut and the skin is cut, and the body can also be broken! The sword is mang, the swallow is blazing, the icing on the cake, and appears out of thin air! Both are internal strength, and the success has been a peek at the profound martial arts, and the two also know that this is bound to be a fierce battle, so they immediately decided to agree-

Triad.

The knife wind cracked the clothes, but the body was not broken.

The sword pierced, but it was not seen.

Everyone didn't know that the two of them were aware, the first time it was Yue Ling who left his hand, the second time it was Che Ling who kept his strength, and the third time it was Yue Ling who left his feelings. Compared with the sword wind, the sword mang is superior, and the kung fu car that gathers qi to form and condense the qi into a sharp edge knows that he can't do it, and the Mobei Sword King is convinced. In comparison, the scorching glow of the three-inch sword was even more eye-catching, and the sword technique was nowhere to be seen, just by guessing the split clothes, so it seemed that Yue Ling also won the scene.

Shangqing Yue Lingsheng and Tianshan Che were defeated.

Che Chop is a good man, simply admit defeat neatly, Che Chop has felt a trace of warmth, and is accumulating in his heart.

It was a drop of blood, slowly oozing out.

"Yue Ling!Yue Ling!""Yue Ling!Yue Ling!"Shangqing!Yue Ling!"Shangqing!Yue Ling!"Shangqing!Yue Ling!" The cheers behind him were earth-shattering, and Che Ling's heart was as calm as water. All the people cheered, just for one person, such a glory Mobei Sword King had also enjoyed, but those were all in the past. There are talented people in the country, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the young man named Yue Ling is a genius, there is no doubt about it. Just like Murong Gongzi. The car is defeated, and the car recognizes that only a broad and open-minded mind and the territory of the Jin Ge Iron Horse can achieve a peerless swordsman, and the car is not here.

Dream back to the Iron Horse Glacier.

This is Yue Ling, Yue Ling of the Shangqing Dynasty, the people of the Shangqing Dynasty cannot be humiliated, and the people of the Shangqing Dynasty cannot be ignored either! You have the spirit, I have the sword, and the favorite to win the championship in the martial arts competition is by no means only a Zen monk! Yue Ling's edge is hidden inside, Yue Ling's arrogance is in the middle, Yue Ling also has the ambition of Lingyun, and finally shocked the audience with his extraordinary talent and amazing performance, which made people's hearts break and admire! The so-called glory and glory, the people of Shangqing needless to say, everyone is smiling and smiling, and it has become the trend of all the stars and the moon, and Elder Mu and Mother-in-law Mu are even more smiling and can't close their mouths: "Ling'er! Ling'er! My hope for the clearing!"

At this point, Mei Gongyuan's last words of Mei Zhangjiao have finally come true, and it is Yue Ling who is one of ninety-nine.

It's not Daoist Fang.

In comparison, Daoist Fang's side was dwarfed by the time, and for a while no one applauded and no one cared. The so-called wonderful or not, it is all in comparison, compared to Senior Brother Yue, Daoist Fang was originally an autumn insect that sang the moon, and there was no way to compete for brilliance, only a little light. A person has a person's life, and everyone who fights against Yue Ling is convinced, and the victory is gratifying, and the defeat is also glorious, such as the car slash. And everyone who fights with Daoist Fang is angry, he doesn't feel the slightest brilliance when he wins, and he is even more shameless when he loses. For example, Shang Bafang.

Shang Bafang's life was very bitter, Shang Bafang's luck was very bad, and Shang Bafang had this idea for the first time in his life. The martial arts of fighting alone in all directions are not inferior to the Mobei Sword King, and its Qimen Blade Eight Golden Locks are complementary to each other, both offensive and defensive, unique, and the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought are not inferior to any divine weapons. But a person has a person's life, it is these words, the lonely battle in all directions unfortunately met the dominant party, and had to end up with a dizzy head and unable to find the north!

Daoist Fang changed his playing style again.

One word, consumption.

Daoist Fang has been escaping all his life, Daoist Fang was originally a coward, and he never dared to face difficulties bravely. Fighting alone in the Bafang is a true and true master of fake exchange, even if Daoist Fang dismantles a set of Sanqing swordsmanship five or six times, and combines and combines to make the weather thousands and thousands, he still can't help this master. Therefore, Daoist Fang began to run away, in the form of fighting and retreating, and did not admit defeat, so he consumed with him, and consumed to the death!

This is called the easy change of the nature of the country, and sure enough, when the fight is not good, the fox's tail is exposed. Cunning! Greatly cunning! Insidious, absolutely insidious! Shang Bafang was about to cry, angry and crying, Shang Bafang couldn't beat him! Speaking of which, he wasn't very fast, at least not as fast as Shang Bafang, but he was like a loach on the stage, and like a fish swimming in the water, Shang Bafang just couldn't hit him!

The master has made a move, and the winner is immediately seen.

Elite fights, 800 rounds.

After fighting straight for 800 rounds, Daoist Fang didn't come out with his sword in the end, but only retreated and walked around the field. Shang Bafang was extremely impatient, but he was helpless, and what really frightened Shang Bafang was that his body style! His footwork! The heart was only frightened for a while, and the Taoist priest Fang blindly evaded, fighting alone in all directions, and was full of anger, only attacking at the moment! Not defending! It was already blindly tough! What a lengthy battle, delaying precious time and wasting limited space, some people began to yawn, some people began to coax, some people began to ridicule and ridicule and even abuse, everyone was really fed up!

Someone took a nap, got up and looked, and it was still hit.

Someone made it easier for a while, and when he came back, he was still playing.

Scattered, scattered, don't look at it, just the two of them can afford it, and everyone can't afford it.

There is no comparison, look at Yue Ling, you look at the car, you are looking for someone's land! It is very long, very long, this battle has been going on for more than an hour, until the sun in the west is about to set, until the third round of the competition is about to end, and the brothers and sons are still undecided. It was long, too long, and this battle set a record in the history of the martial arts conference in terms of length of time. There are many ways to become famous, Daoist Fang has become famous, and the solo battle in the eight directions has unfortunately been implicated, and he will be famous in history for thousands of years.

Yes, those who go against Daoist Fang will not end well.

Shang Bafang was sweating profusely, panting like a cow, and finally exhausted the lamp for him: "You, you, you guy, there is, there is a kind!" There is indeed a kind, a bad seed, during which he tried to rest for a while, and Daoist Fang stepped forward to tease him, not giving him a chance to breathe. Daoist Fang was in full spirit, his nose was panting, and he seemed to have just finished a warm-up exercise: "Continue!" Shang Bafang bent over and gasped, his face was ashen: "No, it's not comparable!

Finally, the third round of the competition was successfully concluded: "En, help Fang Yin win, and Xingluo Island merchants are defeated." ”

Three or five applause, weak and weak.