Zhao Qi covered his abdomen and got up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You don't have martial ethics."
He even used his physical training skills to bully others.
Lin Qi looked at her fists and said helplessly: "I can't help it, it's an instinctive reaction."
"Forget it, you win, Channel 10 is for you!"
Zhao Qi quickly stepped down, turned around and challenged the No. 9 sword platform with his gun.
As soon as she howled loudly, the sword platform next door made a crackling sound.
Lin Qi dodged and landed on stage 10, preparing to continue watching the battle between Tan Yueqing and Jiang Huai.
Suddenly, she saw several ice platforms shattering and ice arrows flying all over the sky. She raised her hand and set up an ice shield to resist.
After the crackling sound, there was a loud explosion.
The entire Tianyi Square was shocked.
A huge sword intention hangs in the air, like Pangu's sword that created the world. It has a simple and heavy aura, and its power is as majestic as Mount Tai, which makes people unable to breathe.
Even the monks fighting around him were limited in their cultivation and could not use their full strength.
The ice shield in front of Lin Qi melted, and the giant sword slowly fell.
Tan Yueqing's three-turn exquisite umbrella is divided into three parts, and the umbrella body unfolds and rotates. The person playing the piano in the octagonal pavilion floats like a crane, and the faint sound of the piano escapes.
The sword gradually fell down and rested on the umbrella.
The spiritual light bites and devours each other, refusing to give in to each other.
Jiang Huai, who was holding the sword, was stained with sweat, and Tan Yueqing, who was holding the umbrella, turned pale and pursed his lips.
A huge coercion spread to all directions, making everyone dare not breathe loudly.
Lin Qi's eyes fell on Tan Yueqing. She was holding the umbrella handle, and her spiritual energy surged out like a tide, resisting the pressure of the sword shadow.
The giant sword was so sharp that it tore through her aura barrier time and time again, pushing her down.
Tan Yueqing reached her limit and was forced to kneel down on one knee to support the umbrella body. A trace of blood fell from the corner of her mouth.
Both of them tried their best to win, but judging from the current situation, Tan Yueqing's situation was not optimistic.
Jiang Huai curled his lips, and used both hands to control the sword at the same time, trying to press the double image of the giant sword down one level, directly breaking Tan Yueqing's defense.
Suddenly, a cold wave surged and flying frost swept across.
Snow fell all over the sky.
A white crane stands out from Tan Yueqing's three-turn exquisite umbrella. It has long slender legs and a tall and white body. It flaps its wings and the flying snow in the sky moves with it.
The seemingly soft and harmless Feixue followed Bai He to disintegrate the shadow of the giant sword bit by bit, swallowing Jiang Huai's sword energy.
Jiang Huai noticed that the sword energy was passing quickly, and his delicate face finally became more serious.
A stream of spiritual energy leaked out like a flood, breaking through the shackles of the giant sword and pushing upward inch by inch against the sword's shadow.
Jiang Huai was struck back by the spiritual energy, his chest felt heavy, his face suddenly turned pale as a ghost, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The three-turn exquisite umbrella flew out, hiding in the flying snow in the sky, looming.
Jiang Huai's eyes were focused on the umbrella body. The Qingfeng Sword pulled out a sharp sword flower, and the Love-Ending Sword was as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife, sweeping away.
The sword energy collided with the umbrella, and the three-turn exquisite umbrella was overturned, and the defensive barrier disappeared instantly.
Where are people?
The same doubts as Jiang Huai appeared in everyone's mind.
The flying snow is flying, and the vision is blurry. Everything that comes into view is white.
Jiang Huai glanced around and frowned.
Suddenly, his pupils opened.
wrong!
Not just snow, but also cold light!
The cold light that belongs to the sword!
But it was too late, Tan Yueqing held a slender silver sword and dodged out of the flying snow and frost.
The murderous aura was invisible, and the sword pointed directly at Jiang Huai's throat.
Tan Yueqing disappeared in the snow and frost, without any sense of existence. It seemed real and fake, like a dream.
The only thing that can't be faked is the chill that penetrates the bones of the sword.
JAC lost!
He was a little shocked, but looking back on the battle just now, he felt a little clearer.
He was too proud and ultimately underestimated his enemy.
Lin Qi stood on sword platform No. 10 with her arms folded, looking at the two of them with a smile, and there was no trace of surprise in her eyes.
Everyone has forgotten that Tan Yueqing was also a swordsman when he entered the sect.
Ting Zhenjun said that she was not suitable for the sword and gave her a three-turn exquisite umbrella. Then Tan Yueqing really gave up the sword in her hand?
Looking at today's scene, it is obvious that there is no such thing.
I'm afraid not only that, but Tan Yueqing is still practicing hard every day.
When Tan Yueqing used the Frost Sword Intent to train Xu Ying, Lin Qi had already seen through everything.
Everyone has their own trump card, just like Lin Qi herself.
Unless absolutely necessary, I will never show it to others.
Jiang Huai is indeed powerful, he has forced Tan Yueqing into a desperate situation.
It's a pity that he doesn't know how to save a hand.
In this battle, Jianghuai lost unjustly.
Lin Qi jumped in front of Tan Yueqing and naturally handed over a bottle of healing elixir.
"There's still an hour and a half before the competition ends. I'll give you half an hour to practice. We'll fight again in half an hour!"
Tan Yueqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, took Lin Qi's medicine bottle, swallowed it in one gulp, and sat cross-legged in meditation.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Qi: "Can't you tell that you still have some gentlemanly demeanor?"
This was not like the Lin Qi she knew.
Lin Qi put away the Blue Phoenix Sword and sat down opposite Tan Yueqing, "Do you want to hear the truth?"
Tan Yueqing closed her eyes to practice, and faintly uttered one word: "Speak!"
Lin Qi prides herself on being an honest person and never conceals her deceptions. "If I want to be on the list, I have to defeat you openly. If I take advantage of the situation, no one will recognize me."
"No one recognizes my ranking, so isn't the fight in vain?"
Tan Yueqing turned her eyes quietly, her gaze falling on Lin Qi, and she was speechless for a moment.
The monks outside the barrier and on the viewing platform were shocked when they saw the two men sitting cross-legged on the ground and chatting in the middle of the competition.
Is this a competition worth fighting?
"Isn't it... a bit of a show?" Some elders on the viewing platform couldn't stand it.
Others are fighting with swords and swords, fighting to the death, but she is enjoying the quiet time here, cracking melon seeds and chatting... She is simply not a human being!
Tuntie Zhenren stretched his waist and said, "You two girls have a good relationship and have good morals. We insist on a fair and just fight. Why are you not satisfied? Is it possible that you feel comfortable just watching others take advantage of the situation?"
At this moment, Zhenjun Tinghan, who had been absent all this time, arrived belatedly.
He glanced at the situation on the stage and was equally puzzled.
When Master Jin Dan explained the situation to him, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
The relationship between Killing Bingfeng and Zongleifeng is so bad, but these two girls are not affected at all?
When he thought about the relationship between the two peaks, Zhenjun Tinghan thought of his eldest disciple Li Shouzheng who was punished to stay at Luanfeng Cliff for ten years, and he suddenly felt a little depressed.
Half an hour passed quickly, Lin Qi poked Tan Yueqing and reminded calmly, "It's almost time, we should start."
He was as calm as if he told Tan Yueqing that it was time for dinner and it was time to start eating.
Not to mention the onlookers, even the monks in the ring were a little dissatisfied.
However, everyone was afraid of Lin Qi's power and did not dare to take any action.
While Tan Yueqing was recovering from his injuries, a few short-sighted people wanted to pick fruits, but Lin Qi sent them away as ruthlessly as the autumn wind swept away fallen leaves.
(End of chapter)
