Qingqiu won two games in a row, and the other three arenas were also fiercely fought. The water-like sword in Shui Canglan's hand in Hua Chao's competition was no less than the moonlight long sword in the young man's hand in Qingqiu's competition. The sword's light was tumbling. The Jianghu guest has fallen out of the ring.
Yuwen Tuo also won easily. The reverse blade knife in his hand effortlessly broke through the spear thrust by the opponent in front of him. The reverse blade knife turned around and slashed inward. The opponent's fine iron spear was broken in response. Yuwen Tuo took advantage of the situation and kicked on the opponent. The opponent's chest flew more than ten feet away. Before Yuwen Tuo could take a breath, another person jumped onto the ring...
In the Meiyue Arena, Xiaojie, a young boy in civilian clothes, was fighting fiercely with a fist master. The opponent saw the sharpness of the sword in Xiaojie's stick from the audience. After coming to the stage, there was a round of fist and palm attack. Xiaojie wanted to force him. Unable to draw his sword, he did achieve what he wanted. Under the fist, Xiaojie was forced to dodge repeatedly, without even a chance to draw his sword.
Xiaojie dodged left and right, just wanting to free his hand to draw the long sword hidden in the fire stick. Seeing this, the opponent quickly moved in front of Xiaojie, and immediately changed his fists into claws, swinging out He made a grappling hand gesture, and thrust his claws at his face. The moment Xiaojie turned his head to dodge, he clasped his thumb, index and middle fingers inwards in the shape of an eagle claw, and quickly grabbed the point where Xiaojie wanted to draw his sword with one hand. The other claw of his arm went straight towards Xiaojie's throat. If he hit the throat with this claw, his throat would be severed and he would die immediately.
Faced with the exquisite grappling technique, Xiaojie did not panic. He raised his elbow to block the opponent's life-threatening blow. Seeing this, the opponent dropped the hand that was holding Xiaojie's sword and raised his eagle claws, instantly grabbing Xiaojie. Jay throat.
Seeing that he succeeded with one move, the man couldn't help but smile proudly. As long as he exerted force between his claws, the commoner boy's throat would be cut off by him immediately. But after a moment, he couldn't laugh anymore, because Xiaojie lowered his head suddenly and withdrew. His chin pressed against the acupuncture point on the back of his hand, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain. The man quickly withdrew his other hand, which was blocked by the boy's elbow, and clasped his hands slightly, using a double dragon move to grab the pearl. Hit the young man directly in the eyes, trying to force him to withdraw.
But in his hurry, he forgot that he had let go of Xiaojie's arm to draw the sword.
There was a flash of sword light, and Xiaojie's sword was unsheathed. Fortunately, Xiaojie didn't want to waste this man's grappling skills, otherwise when the sword was unsheathed, the man's hands would be cut off by the long sword in Xiaojie's hand.
However, this person also took advantage of Xiaojie's sword draw, retracted his claws, and jumped back, but his attack was broken by the boy in cloth...
Looking at Gu Xiao again, he was now facing a master who wielded a sword. The swordsman was using a scimitar. The blade was like the waning moon in the night sky, and the handle was like snow, just like the snow coat on his body. Looking from a distance, , I felt that this sword had a sense of desolation, but when this man used his sword technique, it was like a flying rainbow, passing over the Qingqiu Arena, the light of the sword passed by, making people dazzled and confused, this man's scimitar was facing Gu The Qingfeng Broken Moon in Xiao's hand did not fall behind at all.
This man struck with his scimitar and forced Gu Xiao to retreat with his sword. He stepped out quickly with his feet on the snow, avoiding the opponent's flying rainbow sword. The light of the sword rolled up flying snow, like dust and smoke. The young man in green shirt had unparalleled light skills. Stepping through the smoke and dust and flying snow, he came back with a sword and counterattacked.
The green shirt is stepping on the flying snow, and the green edge is like a bright moon. A sword is flicked, and the sword light is illusory. It seems that I don’t know what year it is. Only the snow is always accompanying me. The green edge of the broken moon is wrapped in dust and flying snow, pointing directly at the owner of the scimitar.
The owner of the scimitar was full of fighting spirit. When the young man in green shirt came with his long sword, he closed his eyes slightly. The scimitar in his hand no longer used the flying rainbow sword light, as if he was feeling the young man in blue shirt growing in the arena. The power of the sword.
Opening his eyes suddenly, the owner of the scimitar's gaze was as desolate as the light of the sword. The scimitar in his hand seemed to feel the owner's state of mind. It made a faint sound like a close friend for many years, and the vision and light of the sword merged into one sword, meeting the moon-like green front of the young man in blue.
As soon as the sword touched, the clear autumn was as before, the flying snow was like a curtain, and the smoke was like a waterfall. The strike between the young man in green shirt and the owner of the scimitar surprised everyone present.
At this time, the ancestor of the He family no longer paid attention to He Kui, but stared at the young man on Qingqiu's ring with burning eyes. If the young man's skill previously made the ancestor of the He family just doubtful, the sword fight at this moment has already made the ancestor I settled some of my guesses.
On the high platform watching the battle on the west side, Fang Yuehua, who is also a master of swordsmanship, was shocked speechless by the swords and swords. He thought to himself: "If it were me last year, I would have been able to face either of these two people. I’m afraid there’s no chance of winning, but since I became a worshiper of the He family, I’ve become a little arrogant.”
Fang Yuehua was thinking to himself, but Goatee and Xiaoyan Luo looked frightened. They knew that no matter what today, they had to win these people, so that they could keep their enshrined positions, but looking at the ring With the attack and defense, the two of them found it increasingly difficult to resist.
Everyone on the sidelines had their own thoughts, and the people in the field used their full strength. The master of the scimitar and the young man in green shirt fought with each other, and each of them retreated. The master of the scimitar seemed not to want to be passive anymore, and the sword flashed in his eyes, stirring up layers of snow again. , the figure also disappeared without a trace along with the snow curtain.
When the young man in green shirt saw this, he held his sword and concentrated on alert. He watched the snow curtain engulf the entire Qingqiu Arena, and all he could see was white snow with nothing else in sight.
Hearing the sound of a knife beside his ears, he turned around and struck out with his sword, but missed. At that moment, from the snow curtain, a scimitar came out from the ground and slashed straight towards Gu Xiao's legs.
Gu Xiao quickly used Yunzong, hoping to use Qinggong to jump out of the snow curtain and find out where the enemy was hiding. However, following the young man Fengjuan's figure, he jumped up and realized that no matter how he used it, the snow curtain was like a tarsal maggot. , following him like a shadow, tightly covering himself in it. Rather than expending his inner strength, he might as well think of other ways to pull the scimitar out of the snow curtain, so he had no choice but to turn over and fall.
When they reached the Qingqiu Arena, they saw sword lights lighting up from all directions at the same time, and the master of the scimitar seemed to have transformed into several clones, swinging the sword at the same time.
Gu Xiao had no choice but to wave Broken Moon to protect his whole body, but the light of the swords had just reached in front of him and had already disappeared. Only then did Gu Xiao realize that the lights of the swords were just shadows. He quickly turned around, holding the sword across his chest, only to hear " With a "clang" sound, the scimitar was striking Broken Moon.
The internal power of this sword is so strong that even Gu Xiao did not have such difficulty when facing Fei Wei, who was in the upper level of the human being. Although he blocked the sword, Gu Xiao couldn't help but stumbled back a few steps before he stabilized himself. However, since the scimitar has once again gained the upper hand, how could it be missed? The sword continued to attack, and for a moment, the light of the sword flashed in the snow curtain, and the young man in green clothes could only be seen faintly dodging. figure.
Jin Buyi, who was watching the battle from in front of the He family mansion, had a good impression of this young man. Just now he opened his mouth to fight back against Shui Canglan for himself. Now seeing the green-shirted young man trapped in a hard fight, he thought to himself: "If this young man can't see through Xue Canglan, The mystery of being hit by a knife, I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time before you lose.”
Jin Buyi's thoughts are not unfounded. Although Xuezhongdao is not well-known, veterans like Jin Buyi know its power. It is rumored that the owner of Xuezhongdao once killed a robot state with the Dengtang state. A master, but this person is very low-key, so it has not been spread in the world. It was only by chance that Jin Buyi heard it mentioned by seniors in the world.
When he first saw the scimitar, Jin Buyi didn't think of the knife in the snow. It wasn't until the owner of the scimitar used the snow curtain that Jin Buyi remembered the words of rest mentioned by his predecessors in the world.
"The snow curtain rises, the sword shines, and the ripples are stopped with every move."
Just as this sentence said, the young man in green shirt was trapped in the snow curtain, like a boat in the ripples, teetering on the verge of capsizing. The sword light kept coming from the snow curtain. The young man's sight was blocked and he could not escape from the snow. He could only raise his sword to parry.
Jiang Ningxue, who was watching from the audience, couldn't help but worry about the young man in green shirt in Qingqiu Arena, but the rules of the arena were here, so Jiang Ningxue could only be anxious at the moment.
Gu Xiao on the stage was not in a desperate situation, but he was not much better. Gu Xiao only felt the power of the swords, each one heavier than the last, seemingly endless. When he was in danger, Gu Xiao suddenly remembered that day. In Lingzhou, when Mo Ren Yishui was pulled into the illusion again, Master Gu Jianyi used the three sword moves.
Regret condenses the sword's intention, and the sword's intention shakes the world.
The master's words rang in his ears. Gu Xiao closed his eyes unconsciously and recalled in his mind the sad sword intention when Gu Jianyi's first sword came out, and fell into meditation.
Seeing the young man closing his eyes, the owner of the scimitar was overjoyed and said that the young man had given up resistance. The light of the swords gathered in the snow curtain, and a figure flashed out, wearing a snow-clad voice, holding a scimitar in hand, and slashed towards the young man.
Just when the scimitar was about to touch the boy, a monstrous sword intent surged out and rushed towards the owner of the scimitar. Fortunately, the owner of the scimitar had rich experience in facing enemies and had always been on guard. When the sword intent struck, The scimitar owner hurriedly changed his moves to deal with it, but was still forced back several feet by the surging sword intent.
He steadied his body, looked at the young man again, and saw that he had opened his eyes. The sword intent seemed to be concentrated in his star-like eyes. The master of the scimitar calmed down and secretly said not to be disturbed by this momentum. With his sword skills and a wave of his hand, the snow that had just been forced back by the young man's sword intent filled the air again, becoming even more intense than before.
Seeing the snow cover gathering again, the young man no longer had the fear in his eyes as before. He glanced at the row of weapon racks beside the ring, where there were several shining shields, and then glanced at the several-foot-high flagpole in the corner of the ring, and then looked up. It was past noon, and the sun was shining brightly, so I seemed to have an idea.
Gu Xiao made up his mind, and when the snow curtain was about to engulf his body, he walked out quickly on the snow. Instead of waiting for the snow curtain to engulf him before trying to escape, he jumped straight towards the Qingqiu Arena. The weapons rack on the side.
The young man tapped his toes and kicked up the shields. When he was in the air, he kicked two of the shields into the snow curtain. The owner of the scimitar, who was hidden in the snow curtain, let out a sneer and said: What clever trick did the young man have? He originally wanted to use these sundries to launch an attack from a distance, but he must have run out of skills.
The scimitar in the snow curtain waved lightly, and the shields were immediately cut in half. With the owner of the scimitar laughing, the snow curtain rushed towards the green-shirted boy again.
But as the snow curtain approached the young man, the owner of the scimitar found that his figure hidden in the snow curtain was illuminated by a beam of light. This gray shadow looked so dazzling in the white snow curtain.
The owner of the scimitar looked up and saw a bright shield being slanted into the flagpole in the corner of the Qingqiu Arena. The shield seemed to have been specially adjusted to face the afternoon sunlight, and the reflected light was shining on the young man in green shirt. forward.
Something was wrong. The owner of the scimitar was about to carry the snow curtain out of the place where the shield reflected the sun, but he saw the moonlight sword in the hand of the young man in green moving. The sword contained moonlight, as if it was reviving and dancing after the cold winter. All things are like rotten trees in spring, full of vitality. Unlike his own sword intention, which is full of sadness, his sword seems to be full of the light of hope.
The green-shirted figure tore through the snow curtain like light, and stopped at the edge of the Qingqiu Arena. It seemed that the snowflakes in the snow curtain melted on the blade of the Broken Moon Sword, turning into dew of hope, flowing down the blade, enveloping it. A trace of blood on the blade dripped to the ground.
The young man looked back, his sword intention was not sad, but there was a faint light of hope.
The snow curtain cleared, and the Scimitar Master sighed slightly. A bloody mark on his neck was particularly conspicuous.
This young man's swordsmanship was superb. His sword intention left his body and concentrated on his sword moves. Just now, his sword was too fast. Before the machete he was proud of could even move, his sword had already passed through his neck. If it hadn't been for it, He was merciless and he died on the spot.
"I relied on the luck of the day to win. If there is no light at night, we still don't know who will win." The young man said sincerely to the owner of the scimitar.
The owner of the scimitar smiled. Different from the previous sneer, this smile was more like self-deprecation.
"The snow curtain rises, the sword shines, and the ripples are stopped with every move." The master of the scimitar murmured several times in the world because of his sword in the snow. Then, in the astonished eyes of the people present, the master of the scimitar burst out with a surge of internal energy. , broke the scimitar that made him famous.
"Give me three years and come back for advice." The master of the scimitar said to the young man in green shirt.
When the young man in green shirt heard this, he was slightly startled, the dimple appeared on his lips, and he smiled: "Okay."
Some people died, but not completely...
