The result of the victory and defeat is naturally too surprising. Guan Weiwu scratched his head and said with a smile: "The stinky boy is not bad, he didn't waste my efforts." ”

Ferdinand, who was on the side, twitched his face, turned his head and sneered: "What effort have you wasted? I don't know what you taught this apprentice?"

Guan Weiwu rolled his eyes and snorted, "This is a matter between my master and apprentice, why should I tell you!" Ferdinand sneered disdainfully, turning his head and ignoring him.

Feng Xiangtian asked a person beside him, "What sword tricks are known for their speed in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion? Why haven't I heard of it, is this son really so talented that he can actually realize what sword tricks he can realize?" With their cultivation, they naturally heard the conversation between Yue Qianchou and Lu Guang.

The person next to him had all white hair, a calm bearing, and was not angry and arrogant, it was Ou Sihai, the chief elder of the Xiuzhen Pavilion. I saw that his expression was unshocked: "I haven't seen any sword skills in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion that are known for their speed, even if he really understands it, what about speed? Hmph! It's just a sideshow, vulnerable in the face of absolute strength, and the defeated disciple just now was just a moment of negligence." ”

Feng Xiangtian raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything more, and looked at the competition venue again. This round has only finished twenty games, and there are nearly five games left, and the following has already begun. Most people are still immersed in the scene just now, and the competition in the back is obviously a little absent-minded.

The first disciple of the Alchemy Pavilion was even more careless to look at it, and when he saw Yue Qianchou walking back, he was full of energy and joyful to accept the envious eyes of the disciples of the other veins. After he sat down cross-legged, Yang Qian smiled and said, "What else is there that we don't know, you kid? ”

Yue Qianchou smiled and said: "It's just a fluke, the other party's cultivation is higher than mine, and the speed can only be taken advantage of, and now that the bottom is leaked, I'm afraid the next game will not be easy." After thinking for a while, Yang Qian nodded slightly.

"I said that Yue Qianchou will definitely do it, have you seen it now, I'm not wrong!" Xiao Wanqing and the others on the other side of Wanfen Garden were chattering with a group of female disciples behind them. Kou Xuehua shook his head, Yue Qianchou came like this, and a few girls were probably even more ......

A few games were quickly finished, and more than a dozen people lost their lives, Yue Qianchou looked at each competition very seriously, and found that it was always those dozen people who would be killed at every turn. The second round of the competition ended, won two hundred and forty-seven people, and began the third draw, this time there was also a white lot, Yue Qianchou had a lesson from the past, and immediately looked at the lot, the number thirty-six, ranked in the third game of the third round, it seems that good luck will not always be on their side.

This kind of fight of cultivators will not last too long, and it is usually a round that takes less than ten minutes to decide the winner or loser. Because of the division of the venue, the scope of activity is restricted, and the strength to play and win as soon as possible will not give you too much time to consume, otherwise how much time will it take to fight nearly a thousand games from beginning to end? Of course, it is a bit of a disadvantage for those disciples who are good at flexible fighting, but after all, it is the overall strength that is tested.

After two games were over, Dongfang Changao announced the preparation for the third game, Yue Qianchou immediately got up and handed over the wooden sign, and when he arrived at the No. 6 competition venue, he saw that the opponent was one of the dozen people who were often hurting the killer, and after two games, he had killed two people in a row. Yue Qianchou's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

Many people also found out about this situation, and many people were worried about Yue Qianchou.

As soon as Dongfang Changao announced the start, Yue Qianchou still wanted to salute and ask for the other party's honorific name, and as soon as he clasped his fists with both hands, the opponent's long sword quickly popped out and slashed his head, leaving no room for negotiation at all. Yue Qianchou was taken aback, fortunately, the speed of his sword was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the sword light flashed behind him, and he directly blocked the flying sword.

The flying sword is something connected to the mind, Yue Qianchou and the other party's cultivation are two layers apart, plus the incident is sudden, the mind is unstable, how can I resist the opponent's premeditated blow, I only feel that the heavy blow from the sword is straight to the heart, the chest is stuffy, the throat is sweet, and a mouthful of blood mist immediately erupts from the mouth.

The sudden change surprised everyone, and they couldn't imagine that the cultivator of the True Pavilion would use the means of sneak attack when he cultivated to be superior. Guan Weiwu in the attic saw that his beard was all open, and he was about to fly out to save his apprentice, but he was dragged by Ferdinand beside him.

In this trance, Yue Qianchou's mind had been cut off from the flying sword, and the flying sword clanged and fell to the ground. The man had a gloomy smile on his face, and after shaking off his opponent's sword, the sword flipped in the air and shot straight down.

At the moment when the sword was cut off from the heart, Yue Qianchou suddenly woke up, suddenly felt bad, and his body quickly flashed away, only to see a streamer rushing into the position where he was standing just now, and there was a loud "bang" on the bluestone floor, stone chips flew, and a hole was directly blown out on the ground.

Yue Qianchou's figure flashed away, stabilized his mind, and as soon as his divine sense made contact with the flying sword on the ground, he saw the other party's figure flash, and stepped on the flying sword on the ground. Yue Qianchou immediately felt that his mind and the flying sword had been cut off again.

A cold light flashed out of the hole in the ground again, and it whistled straight through. Yue Qianchou turned back, and the cold light flashed against his body, but before he could stand firmly, he heard a whistling sound behind him, and immediately a lazy donkey rolled to the side quickly, and a hole exploded on the ground.

The people around him watched thrillingly, and the competition was fought until now, and it was the first time that someone had seen someone knock the flying sword into the air with a face, thinking about it, it must be related to the fact that the gap between Yue Qianchou's cultivation and the opponent's cultivation was too big.

Xiao Wanqing and the girls were also frightened by the situation in front of them. Kou Xuehua's mind flashed the picture of Yue Qianchou in the Demon Domain at the same time as the three swords, and his eyes fell on the flying sword that was stepped on, and his frowning eyebrows relaxed.

For some unknown reason, the attacking flying sword came out of the ground and floated in the air without attacking again. The Xiuzhen Pavilion disciple showed a look of cat and mouse, and said jokingly: "You are the one who is Yue Qianchou, right? If you kneel down and beg to admit defeat now, I can consider sparing your life, otherwise, you will wait for the Alchemy Pavilion to collect the corpse!" As he spoke, the flying sword pointed threateningly at Yue Qianchou in the air and circled twice.

Guan Weiwu in the attic heard this, and was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he rolled his sleeves and looked like he was going to fight hard, but he was hugged by Ferdinand.

Yue Qianchou stood up and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and suddenly laughed wildly, and shouted fiercely against the blood stains on his face and placket: "Let go of your mother's shit!" Lao Tzu was originally thinking about whether to give Xiuzhen Pavilion some face, but now that the king of heaven is here, don't think that Lao Tzu will let you go, I don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the dog!"

The voice rolled and spread around, and everyone listened to it clearly, and they were all stunned, and they didn't expect that Yue Qianchou would swear in front of the public, which was really insulting. The disciple of the Xiuzhen Pavilion was stunned, and his face turned pale: "Look for death!"

"Find your mother!" Yue Qianchou immediately pushed back loudly, pinched the fingers in his hand, dozens of cold rays flashed out of the storage bag, a cold manghua sword carried him into the air, and fifty cold mangs turned into a sword umbrella, protecting behind him, under the bright sun in the sky, the sword umbrella emitted a dazzling golden light, and the people around almost couldn't see Yue Qianchou in the sword circle in the air.