Wu Zhen's strong victory hit the confidence of many disciples who were determined to win the championship, and they couldn't help but weigh their catties, and they were even more afraid of sword cultivation. Thinking of the strength of the sword cultivator forty years ago, I felt that what I said was true.

And those who were against the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect couldn't help but secretly complain, praying that their opponents would not be too strong. There are fearful, and naturally there are fearless, such as the mysterious leading disciple of the Medicine God Valley, and Fan Mu, a disciple of Ling Tiangong who has been closing his eyes and recuperating his mind. Their cultivation is far beyond everyone else, and they are naturally fearless.

After Wu Zhen stepped down, another round of competition soon began, but the previous one was so shocking, and the next one was mediocre. The two disciples of the Xuechi Sect and Ling Tiangong smashed each other with magic weapons on the competition platform, and it seemed that they were not technical at all, and they were completely suppressed by cultivation. It's just that the two of them are close in cultivation, and they are both in the early stage of Yuanying, so they played "wonderful" for a while. But I don't know that this kind of fighting method is not technical in the eyes of the insider, it is like two people fighting, you punch me, I punch you, see who falls first, that's all. Many of the onlookers, including the disciples of the super family, were sleepy-eyed and dispersed after a while.

It took half an hour for the two disciples to decide the winner. I saw that the orb magic weapon in the hand of the disciple of the Xuechi Sect was sacrificed, first dazzling the eyes of the disciple of Ling Tiangong, and then he approached unexpectedly. Seeing that the sneak attack was successful, it was discovered by the disciples of Ling Tiangong, and they hurriedly resisted with their palms, but because they were too hasty, they did not have enough spiritual power, and they were shocked by the palm of the Xuechi Sect disciple, and just happened to hit the bead magic weapon of the Xuechi Sect disciple. If you are not careful, you will fall off the stage without even using the levitation technique.

The disciples of the Xuechi Sect were lucky, but they also used up their spiritual power. After a slap was struck, seeing the opponent fall off the stage, he couldn't help but lie on the stage, panting heavily......

Ling Tiangong's disciple was knocked off the stage in a daze, and there was a burst of anger in his heart, originally his cultivation was slightly higher, and his spiritual power still had a little reserve. But he didn't expect to lose like this, and he was still knocked off the stage! But he could only sulk in his heart, after all, this was Ling Tian Palace. If he made a big fuss and lost the face of Ling Tiangong, and let people say that Ling Tiangong couldn't afford to lose, then he would be miserable. Either he was abolished and expelled from the sect or he was demoted to an outer sect. In either case, he couldn't afford it. So, he wisely chose to remain silent and slowly walked back into the queue.

Qi Taiyi on the viewing stage also had a gloomy face, after two rounds, the disciples of Ling Tiangong won and lost one, this was not the situation he wanted to see at all. In his opinion, even if the Ling Tiangong disciples were defeated, they would only be eliminated in the second round. I didn't expect it to be just the first round. There was a disciple who was eliminated from the competition, and he was defeated by someone who cultivated below himself. Qi Taiyi's face could be gloomy and watery. A pair of dark vulture eyes stared hatefully at the arena as the Xuechi Sect's disciple was being helped off the stage.

When Qi Tai Yi was angry in his heart, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said, "Qi Protector, how is the result of the game?" Qi Tai Yi had a gloomy face, and when he looked back, it was the palace master of Ling Tian Palace, Gongsun Wei.

The reason for this is very simple: because his whole body is hot and cold at the meridian every day, and the symptoms of severe pain have gone, he meditated a little before he came out to preside over the competition.

When he arrived, the elders of all factions and the four masters did not dare to slack off, and they gave salutes one after another. Even if Qi Taiyi was angry again, he didn't want to lose his manners, so he immediately got up and said: "My subordinates have seen the palace master!

Gongsun Wei was not annoyed or angry, and said: "Qi Protector, calm your anger and anger! Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, so you don't have to worry about it! I'm not without one in Ling Tiangong, so why should I be angry?" The implication is that Ling Tiangong still has Fan Mu, so why should you be anxious? Even if the disciples of Ling Tiangong are eliminated, the remaining Fan Mu can sit back and relax! Qi Taiyi is not a fool, if he is a fool, he will not be able to cultivate this cultivation, and he will not be able to do this Dharma protector. He naturally understood what Gongsun Wei was referring to, but he still said indignantly: "What the palace master taught is that his subordinates are in good shape. ”

At this time, a disciple had already brought a Taishi chair to Gongsun Wei, and after Gongsun Wei sat down, he said, "Don't be restrained, everyone should sit down!"

As the clock ticked by, it looked like it was approaching dusk, but there were still a few more matches in the first round. At this moment, Wu Zhenlai's Ling Huheng was beside him and said, "Senior brother, is it you next?"

Ling Huheng nodded, slowly pulled out the "Wufeng" Immortal Sword, wiped it up, and said, "Don't worry, big guy, I will win!"

Wu Zhen also believed in Ling Huheng, but he had some concerns: "Senior brother, your opponent is a monk from Baolin Temple, I'm afraid you will suffer!"

Ling Hu Heng was stunned for a moment and said, "What loss can I suffer?"

Wu Zhen said solemnly: "We don't know what kind of moves the monks of Baolin Temple use, don't we suffer in this regard? Also, their demon pestle is so long, I'm afraid ......."

Ling Huheng interrupted Wu Zhen's words with a smile and said, "The monks of Baolin Temple don't know our tricks, what's more, their demon slaying pestle is so heavy and inflexible to use, it's still better to use the fairy sword, where to fight, what do you have to worry about!"

Wu Zhen touched the back of his head and said, "That's right! But, junior brother, you can't be careless!"

Ling Huheng said: "Don't worry, big man, wait for my good news!" As soon as the words fell, the elders of Ling Tiangong on the stage shouted: "The first round of twenty-seven games, Huijue of Baolin Temple, Linghu Heng of the Ancient Sword Sect, please come to the competition platform and prepare for the competition!"

Ling Hu Heng said: "Big man, I'm going!" After that, the "Wu Feng" fairy sword was put into the sword box, and he walked quickly to the stage, and with a kick, Ling Hu Heng's body rose from the ground and landed on the test table, looking at the opponent who was already on the stage. Oh, what a monk! I saw him wearing a monk's robe of Baolin Temple, carrying a demon-descending pestle, immobile as a mountain, not very old, but faintly with the Buddha's light to protect his body, and faintly have the demeanor of a generation of monks.

Ling Huheng thought in his heart: "What a little monk, his age is not much different from mine. At most, he is a few years older than me, but he has already cultivated to such a level, he is really a genius! Baoling Temple is not to be underestimated!"

As soon as his thoughts arose, the elders of Ling Tian Palace began to say in a loud voice, "The rules of the competition, I guess you all know it?"

"Amitabha, the little monk understands. Monk Huijue stood on his chest with one hand and pronounced a Buddha name.

Ling Huheng also said: "It's clear. ”

"Okay, the competition begins!" Elder Ling Tiangong didn't say much, and immediately retreated.

Ling Hu Heng's right hand shook. The "Wufeng" fairy sword was in his hand and said, "Little monk, please!" put on a posture of "holding the mountain upside down". It's just that his nature jumps out, and this move is not as stable as Wu Zhen's, but there is a faint illusion that the fairy mountain is floating.

Monk Huijue also said: "Amitabha, Linghu benefactor." Please!" The demon pestle behind him danced a stick flower, and a lunge hit it, and it was Ling Hu Heng's sword that was short!

However, Ling Hu Heng Shi was silent, and he was the most important to deal with on the spot, where would he be flustered? Changing from "holding the mountain upside down" to "Qinglian Zhongtong" without hurrying or slowing down turned out to be a risky move, sticking to the demon subduing pestle and stabbing it into Hui Jue's chest! Although this move "Qinglian Zhongtong" was a dangerous move, it was made just right by Ling Hu Heng. The moves are not old, and there are obviously a lot of back moves. This trick. Even if it is used by a silent Taoist, it is nothing more than that, and it is not in vain that Hu Heng has put a lot of effort into the "Thirteen Ancient Sword Styles"!

Monk Huijue shouted: "It's a good time!" I saw his demon pestle swing, and the tail of the stick hit Ling Huheng's "temple". The "temple" is the key point of the human body, where can Ling Hu Heng be hit by him?

Although Hui Jue was in danger, he was not panicked, and when he saw the opportunity, he kicked on Ling Huheng's "Bladeless" fairy sword, and retreated with the help of his strength!

Although the two fought inextricably, they did not use all their strength, they were both testing each other. After these few rounds, everyone had already understood that the other party was a fierce opponent, and they couldn't help but boil their blood! I saw Monk Huijue shouting loudly, and the demon subduing pestle was covered with spiritual power! Obviously, Monk Huijue was going to do his best!

Ling Hu Heng's eyes were sharp, how could he not know that Monk Huijue was fighting with the idea of preemptive strike? Not to be outdone, he let out a clear roar, and the spiritual power filled the "Wufeng" fairy sword, although the "Wufeng" was called "Wufeng", but with the heavy sword body, the lethality was not smaller than that of any fairy sword!

The two of them are like eagles and falcons, and they are like lightning, and they are incomparably fast. Those who were slightly weaker in cultivation felt dizzy when they saw it! However, when the silent Daoist saw Ling Hu Heng wielding a sword like this, he secretly shook his head.

Ling Huheng didn't care so much, this was the coolest fight he had ever had since he cultivated immortals. In the past, if the gap between strength and others was too big, or it was too much higher than others, it would not be fun at all. Finally caught a little monk is also so fierce, how can Ling Hu Heng let him go? Under the rise, even the "Cuilan Sword Technique" was used unconsciously. This "Cuilan Sword Technique" was not taught by a silent Taoist, but by an old man. When Ling Hu Heng faced the wall, the tall and short old man taught him a lot of things, but Ling Hu Heng was extremely smart, and he integrated all the sword moves, but he was short of a real battle to test his results.

Time passed minute by minute, and the rhythm of the two did not stop at all, but had a tendency to intensify. The number of onlookers unconsciously increased, and everyone was reluctant to blink their eyes, for fear of missing a wonderful moment. As everyone knows, the two on the stage seem to be fighting fiercely, but in fact they are extremely dangerous, if there is a slight mistake, it is difficult to guarantee the end of the broken hand!

I have to say that Monk Huijue is really fierce, and he has been attacking Ling Huheng for nearly half an hour, and both of them are close to exhaustion of spiritual power, but they can still persevere. Ling Huheng also had some admiration in his heart. But at this moment of the battle, Ling Hu Heng had no other way, and shouted: "Little monk, see clearly, this is the sword trick of the ancient sword sect!"

After that, the "Wufeng" fairy sword in his hand shot out, and suddenly divided three identical fairy swords, attacking Monk Huijue! Monk Huijue was taken aback, he had never seen such a wonderful swordsmanship, but it must be the same as the magic weapon, it must be two virtual and one real, but he couldn't be sure that the fairy sword was real!

At the last moment, Monk Huijue shouted, and the demon pestle danced in a circle, blocking the fairy sword outside, making Hu Henggang want to change his moves, but unexpectedly, the "Wufeng" fairy sword himself went straight to the flaw in the chest of the monk Huijue!

Monk Huijue was taken aback, and Ling Hu Heng was also taken aback, and hurriedly used the "Linfeng Imperial Sword Technique" to curb the castration of the fairy sword. And Monk Huijue had already closed his eyes, waiting for the pain of the fairy sword passing through his body. But unexpectedly, there was no trace of pain for a long time, and Monk Huijue opened his eyes, and the fairy sword still stayed in his chest, almost touching his chest in the slightest. Monk Huijue knew that he had lost, and he was not pretentious, so he retracted his back and said, "Linghu donor is good at kung fu, and the little monk admits defeat!"

Ling Hu Heng hurriedly waved his hand: "No, it's ......" Ling Tiangong Elder also came back to his senses and said, "Since the winner is divided, let's go down!" Ling Hu Heng only noticed at this moment that although he was the penultimate game, it was the last pair to finish the game. When he was in it, he naturally didn't feel that this competition had been more than half an hour! (To be continued......

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