Wen Kuoge blocked Liu Yunfei's sword, then quickly stepped back a few steps, looked at the broken knife in his right hand, and felt anger rising in his heart.
Throwing away the broken knife, Wen Kuo took a step forward, grasped the handle of the other knife with both hands, shouted loudly, and slashed the knife down suddenly, and a blade of concentrated energy slashed towards Liu Yunfei quickly.
Liu Yunfei's eyes flashed with cold light, and the sharp sword in his hand flew up and down. A series of air blades flew out and shot on the zhenqi blade, but it could only slow down the speed of the blade.
Seeing this scene, Liu Yunfei was heartbroken, tightened the sword in his hand, and then rushed towards the flying blade without any hesitation.
Seeing this scene, Xue Zhiqiu on the outside suddenly became nervous. She was afraid that Liu Yunfei would be injured.
Ye Yun on the side caught Xue Zhiqiu's subtle changes and comforted him: "Don't worry, Yun Fei will definitely be able to defeat him."
Xue Zhiqiu looked at Ye Yun, and Ye Yun gave her another affirmative look.
Liu Yunfei's face was expressionless, and the three cyclones in his body were running rapidly. The sharp sword in his hand not only shone with light, but the blade also quickly compressed the condensed true energy.
The moment Liu Yunfei's sword edge touched the blade, the zhenqi blade instantly disintegrated, but Liu Yunfei's sword continued to stab Wen Kuo.
Wen Kuo was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword to block again, but this time, his sword was directly pierced by Liu Yunfei's sword and stabbed into his chest.
Although Liu Yunfei stopped his attack at the last moment and did not pierce Wen Kuo's heart with his sword, the zhenqi on the sword's edge still tore his chest to pieces, leaving it bloody.
Even so, Wen Kuo just quickly took a few steps back. Although the pain in his chest kept stimulating his brain nerves, he still persisted and refused to let himself fall.
Liu Yunfei looked at Wen Kuo like this, with a trace of victory joy at the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, Wen Kuo seemed to be unable to hold on and half-knelt on the ground.
The Jiulongmen brothers behind him wanted to rush into the field, but were stopped by Master Liao with a wave of his hand.
"Don't move rashly!"
"You'd better admit defeat." Liu Yunfei said calmly.
Wen Kuo gasped, the blood on his chest was still flowing out, and the skirt of his chest was even brighter red.
"Brother Yunfei is highly skilled... Wen Kuo..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Kuo was already breathing harder and harder.
"you lose!"
After leaving these words, Liu Yunfei turned around and walked out of the field.
But at this moment, something strange happened. Wen Kuo suddenly and miraculously took out several silver needles from his cuffs and shot them quickly towards Liu Yunfei's back.
"Uncle Liu, be careful!"
Ye Xun discovered this scene and quickly exclaimed, but it was still a step too late.
The moment Liu Yunfei noticed the abnormality and turned around, the silver needle pierced his shoulder impartially.
Liu Yunfei was immediately furious, and immediately used the true energy in his body to attack Wen Kuo.
But at this moment, Liu Yunfei felt a soreness and numbness next to the shoulder where the silver needle had been stabbed, and this feeling was rapidly spreading throughout his body. He was shocked in his heart: "The silver needle is poisonous!"
After saying this, Liu Yunfei fell down with soreness all over. Ye Xun and Xue Zhiqiu rushed towards Liu Yunfei.
"Uncle Liu!"
"Brother Fei!"
Xue Zhiqiu felt very distressed when he helped Liu Yunfei up. At this time, Liu Yunfei's face was pale and his lips were slightly purple.
"This poison spreads so fast." Ye Xun said.
"Despicable!" Xue Zhiqiu's eyes burst into flames and he pointed at Wen Kuo and said angrily.
The leader of the Liao clan on the side laughed loudly: "Nvxia Xue is serious. Before the competition, she didn't say that she was not allowed to use concealed weapons. How can this be called despicable?"
Ye Xun looked at Clan Leader Liao clenching his fists, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Bring the antidote, we admit defeat in this battle."
Hearing Ye Xun's words, Master Liao laughed even more wildly, but this laughter became a catalyst for hatred in Ye Xun's heart.
Today, the Xingyue Sword Sect's masters have almost withered away. There are only three people, Ye Yun, Liu Yunfei and Xue Zhiqiu. If Liu Yunfei dies from poisoning this time, even if he pays a heavy price, Ye Xun will let the entire Jiulong Sect be buried with him.
But fortunately, Master Liao seemed to have listened to Ye Xun's words. After he finished laughing, he ordered someone to bring out the antidote.
Ye Xun was worried that there was fraud, so he asked Xue Zhiqiu to lead people to carry Liu Yunfei into the back hall, and ordered a doctor to identify the authenticity of the antidote before allowing Liu Yunfei to take it.
"Now that each of us has won one game, let's have a third contest. I don't know who you will let out." Although Master Liao said this, he believed in his heart that this third contest will definitely be a night battle. Yun himself comes into play.
In this way, in the fourth and fifth games, Xingyue Sword Sect can only let three generations of disciples play, and Jiulong Sect can easily win these two games. Therefore, in the third game, Master Liao Sect will It is planned to let the weaker ones in the goal come on and walk through the process.
But he didn't expect that a man of about 27 or 28 years old would walk out across the street. Although he looked young, he had an extraordinary bearing and a heroic demeanor.
"Yanzong, don't hold back, avenge Uncle Liu and let them have a taste of your power."
"Don't worry, young master, Yanzong understands."
Murong Fu slowly walked into the arena, clasping his fists with his hands: "Xingyue Sword Sect Li Yanzong asks for advice."
Sect Leader Liao frowned, feeling a little at a loss for a moment. He did not expect that Ye Yun would not play. After hesitating for a moment, he said to the person behind him: "Luo Shizhang, you will play this game."
Luo Shizhang understood, jumped into the arena, and slowly took off his shirt. He also had a lifelike dragon tattooed on his upper body.
Luo Shizhang ranks seventh among Nine Dragons. Of course, their friendship is not in order of age, but in order of strength. Luo Shizhang's strength is slightly lower than that of Fan Yao and Wen Kuo. Daoxuan Zhenqi has been cultivated to the middle of the seventh level. realm.
Originally, Master Liao had no intention of letting him appear in today's competition, just because the Xingyue Sword Sect sent a young man. Although Master Liao was confused, he could not help but underestimate the enemy.
Because in the eyes of the twenty-seven or eight-year-old Murong Fu, Master Liao, he was the third generation disciple of the Xingyue Sword Sect.
Therefore, Clan Master Liao did not send the top-ranked experts from the Kowloon Clan to play.
"Nine Dragon Gate Luo Shizhang asks for advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Shizhang rushed towards Murong Fu and slapped him directly in the face with a powerful and heavy palm.
Murong Fu was very calm and clearly judged Luo Shizhang's attack. He raised his hand to block Luo Shizhang's palm, then raised his fingers to point at Luo Shizhang's shoulder.
But Luo Shizhang also had a lot of combat experience, and he understood Murong Fu's intention the moment he took action. With a twist of his whole body, Murong Fu's finger failed.
But his attack was more than just a simple finger.
Stretching his arms forward, he put his index and middle fingers together. The only cyclone in his body transported the true energy to his fingers. Murong Fu used his fingers to point to the sword and used the Murong family's ancestral swordsmanship.
His speed is extremely fast, and he will suddenly change his moves when attacking, instantly turning into a joint finger. Although Luo Shizhang has never seen this fingering technique, he knows that as long as he is hit by this fingering technique, the place on his middle finger will be pointed. The true energy penetrates the room.
Such an attack could not help but make Luo Shizhang miserable. Apart from trying his best to defend, he could no longer attack.
The leader of the Liao clan outside the field gradually discovered the clues. In this competition, Luo Shizhang had been suppressed.
Frowning, Sect Leader Liao secretly thought: "When did the third generation disciples of Xingyue Sword Sect have such talent?"
As for the Xingyue Sword Sect, Ye Yun couldn't help but be surprised when he watched the fight in the field. He had heard from the disciples in the sect that Ah Qing beside Ye Xun was superb in swordsmanship, but he never thought that... This young master actually has considerable strength.
The competition in the field was still going on. Murong Fu suddenly found a flaw and lured Luo Shizhang to attack his chest. His decision accelerated his victory.
Luo Shizhang didn't know Murong Fu's intention. While condensing the energy in his palms, he whizzed towards his chest. Murong Fu sneered and twisted his body quickly. His left hand came out and grabbed Luo Shizhang's attacking hands. With his palm, he used his right hand to join his fingers and touched Luo Shizhang's right arm.
The zhenqi pierced through his arm in an instant, and the blood splashed several feet high under the stimulation of the zhenqi.
The pain caused Luo Shizhang's body to stagnate briefly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Murong Fu reached out with both hands and tapped two fingers on his upper body. In an instant, four holes were pierced through his body.
Then a palm hit him on the chest. Luo Shizhang's whole body flew seven or eight meters and fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
After squirming twice, Luo Shizhang lost consciousness the next moment.
Murong Fu looked at Luo Shizhang, then looked around at the people at Jiulongmen, cupped his fists and said, "I accept the concession!"
