Looking at the cold female swordsman whose aura exploded in the field, people suddenly remembered one thing...
This time, many people did not come to the "Langya Sword Discussion". Except for those who could not be found, those who had something to do, and those who made excuses not to come, the largest group of absentees were from foreign races.
People have not forgotten that the number one Qianlong ranking in the past two or three years has always been controlled by Chi Li. The number of foreigners on the Qianlong list is not much less than that of Chinese people.
So there were only a few dozen Qianlongs present among the two hundred and fifty.
Today's fourth and fifth Qianlong are all from foreign races and are not present.
And Xia Chichi was sixth.
In other words, behind Wang Zhaoling and Situ Xiao, Xia Chichi was originally the number one person.
Thinking about it this way, many people felt that it was normal for us not to come... After waiting for half a cup of tea, many people suddenly turned their heads to look at the position on Wang Zhaoling's right.
The man who was being watched by everyone sighed and stood up slowly: "Hongnong Yang Bugui, please give me some advice from Saint Xia."
No matter how many Hongnong Yang OEMs, Yang Bugui, Qianlong is seventh.
If Xia Chichi had a most suitable opponent, of course it would be him.
Xia Chichi said calmly: "How late is it for Mr. Yang to come?"
Yang Bugui said: "I don't want to compete with you in the context of a wheel battle. This should be a personal battle between you and me."
Zhao Changhe, who was staring at him closely, nodded slightly, and Xia Chichi's pretty face under the mask also smiled a little: "If you beat me, this problem won't be a problem."
"Not bad." Yang Bugui slowly raised his sword: "Please enlighten me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blue and white light reached the center of his eyebrows.
The blue ones are the sword light and the white ones are the clothes. In the incredibly beautiful scene of the flying stab of man and sword, what I felt was a terrifying death.
Yang Bugui had never experienced such extreme destruction and sharpness in a battle of the same level. He avoided almost all the mild directions of the "White Tiger" attribute and chose the most extreme killing. This powerful desire for destruction can only be said to be worthy of the name of the Demon Cult.
But I must admit that it is really strong. Yang Bugui knows that this sword cannot be blocked. Such a powerful destruction, even if you block it with the horizontal sword, the inertia will continue to brush against Qian's throat.
He suddenly stepped out of the way and pointed his sword at Xia Chichi's mask while dodging.
The beautiful eyes under the mask are firm and sharp, moving forward indomitably.
Yang Bugui's heart skipped a beat, secretly thinking it was terrible.
With a "Crack" sound, the ice soul streaked across Yang Bugui's chest, and blood splattered.
The mask was split into two parts, with a few strands of hair flying away, slowly revealing the stunning face hidden by the tiger's face.
Zhao Changhe suddenly stood up.
Yang Bugui covered the sword wound on his chest and said in a hoarse voice: "I underestimated Miss Xia's fighting spirit. I deserve to be defeated. I admire you."
Xia Chichi held the sword hilt upside down and clasped his fists without answering.
Finally, someone didn't understand and asked Wang Zhaoling: "What's going on? Are they unable to survive such a move?"
Wang Zhaoling silently looked at Xia Chichi's beautiful face and responded in a low voice: "Brother Yang's sword attack is a very routine response. This is a sparring event after all. As long as the other party doesn't want to fight hard and can dodge, then she can be sharp." The unprecedented sword power was broken. But this Saint Xia... She wanted to fight quickly and did not want to be consumed too much, so she used the protective effect of the special mask to fight hard and defeat the enemy with one sword. Brother Yang underestimated her determination and failed in one move."
Everyone took a breath and looked at Xia Chichi with a slight change in their eyes.
As for girl? That mask of yours is not a sacred object. If it is not blocked, you will be disfigured!
No, holy shit she’s so beautiful!
The entire banquet hall was silent, everyone stayed there looking at Xia Chichi's pretty face.
Summer is flying in the sky, it’s too late to come...
She came too late to become famous all over the world... Even this time, it was not for herself, but for Zhao Changhe.
Xia Chichi didn't care that his true appearance was exposed and remained calm: "Who else is going to teach me next?"
Still silence.
Wang Zhaoling frowned tightly.
Originally, even if Yang Bugui couldn't defeat Xia Chichi, she would still be able to inflict huge losses. In the next round of battle, she would be defeated without two people. I didn't expect that this battle would result in this. Xia Chichi basically didn't spend much except destroying an insignificant mask. If she continued like this, let alone winning many games, she might be able to defeat them all by herself.
Moreover, this witch is extremely ruthless. Both opponents were seriously injured at this time. She knew very well that the outcome depends on the "number of wins". It is still possible for people like Yang Bugui to achieve better results through various operations. She has won a lot of games, so just get injured and that's it.
The treasures in the clan are used to fish Zhao Changhe, not as gifts to the Four Elephant Cult...
Even if Xia Chichi gave it to Zhao Changhe, then the Wang family would send a gift to Xia Chichi as a favor, and the victim would not be so unjust.
He finally sighed: "If I take action personally, will the girl think that I am bullying others?"
Xia Chichi's always cold expression now gave a sarcastic smile: "Young master Wang, trying the sword Qianlong is what it should be. You should have been the first to appear to challenge the heroes like Situ Xiao, instead of trying to stop others like you are now. Victory. Master, now that you are here, are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"
Wang Zhaoling pursed his lips and did not refute.
Xia Chichi said calmly: "Since you are going to end up, let's fight. I am not necessarily inferior to you, so why bother to create a high profile that suppresses the whole audience... With all due respect, you are not worthy."
This is really true...Qianlong No.3 and No.6, the two people are very close in the eyes of troubled times. It is said that everyone is at the same level and it is almost impossible to leapfrog the next level. That is only "almost".
A young man who lacks experience and a witch who is training in the demon sect, it is hard to say whether he will win or lose.
Xia Chichi's words were rude, but Wang Zhaoling was not angry either. He just smiled slightly: "I didn't deliberately create this posture, but if I don't even have this kind of self-confidence, this Qianlong No. 3 has no shame. I won't use weapons in this battle. Face the enemy with bare hands, girl, be careful.”
Xia Chi hesitated to comment, but suddenly he flashed his body and struck Wang Zhaoling's throat with his sword again.
The momentum, moves, and angles were exactly the same as those he had just stabbed at Yang Bugui, killing him fiercely and destroying mountains and rivers.
However, no one knows whether the intention is the same. This is also a kind of psychological warfare.
Yang Bugui, who was bandaging and healing his wounds, watched the sword intently to see how Wang Zhaoling, who could clearly analyze other people's battle situations, behaved himself in the game.
Wang Zhaoling's performance was very simple. He just pushed out a palm in an ordinary way.
In an instant, the sea roared and the mountains and rivers changed color.
It seemed as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city, blocking out the sun. However, a strong wind suddenly rose and swept past, like gods and Buddhas stretching out their giant palms, sweeping away the heavy clouds. Then the sky was clear and clear, and there were no clouds in the sky.
The divine arrow that flew towards the scorching sun in the sky hit the stormy clouds and was directly rolled back, staggering and falling like feathers.
Xia Chichi's sword that was so fierce and solemn was slapped back with a palm. He flipped backwards and flew back. His embroidered shoes wiped out long traces on the ground. He put his left hand on the ground and raised his head slightly, with surprise in his eyes.
This young man seems to be the opposite of Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe is a majestic and big man, and his fists are mainly used for small grapples. But Wang Zhaoling, who seems to be an elegant young man, is actually so violent in his attacks!
With one force, he can defeat ten enemies. Xuan Chong said that he is the second most powerful in the world, the palm that ranks the sky and suppresses the sea!
Whether he uses weapons or not, the difference is actually not that big...
Many people were really fascinated by it, from Situ Xiao Zhao Changhe, to Xia Chichi and Yang Buji, to now Wang Zhaoling.
The style of Shenzhou Qianlong shines brightly in this half hour, arousing the enthusiasm of countless peers. At this moment, almost no one is thinking about victory or defeat or face, they also want to fight!
Except Zhao Changhe.
He squeezed the handle of the knife tightly and stared at Wang Zhaoling's palm, for fear that he would be unable to catch the next palm...
Wang Zhaoling leapt over, looking down from a high position, and struck Xia Chichi, who was supporting the ground below, with a palm.
Xia Chichi raised his head fiercely, his sword rushing upwards like a tornado, his sword energy sweeping up like a tsunami, straight into the sky.
The previous palm can move the clouds in the sky, but can this palm control the sea?
No...that wasn't a tsunami.
The sword energy suddenly formed a spiral and went straight up. The onlookers seemed to see a green dragon with its head rushing out of the monstrous waves and roaring to the sky.
Qinglong raises his head!
She is not only the White Tiger Saint, but also the Legend of the Blue Dragon!
"boom!"
The sword energy broke into the wind in the palm, making an ear-piercing scream.
Then the strong wind blew it away, scattering it in all directions. Xia Chichi whirled and fell backwards, suddenly spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly a hand was placed on her back, releasing the energy, and then releasing it again, leading her back four or five steps, eliminating all the energy surrounding her body.
Xia didn't look back for a long time, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
Without looking back, he knew that there could be no one else but Zhao Changhe. Logically speaking, she shouldn't interfere in this martial arts competition, but Xia Chichi didn't blame Zhao Changhe for being meddlesome. She knew that without his help, she would not be able to eliminate her anger and would be hurt secretly.
His eyes were very vicious, and he had a clear grasp of the battle situation at the seventh and eighth levels of the entrance, but he couldn't stand it, and he didn't want to suffer any hidden harm to himself.
Compared to loving his wife, what does winning or losing mean?
Wang Zhaoling didn't pursue her either. He looked down at the trace of blood on his palm and whispered: "It can really hurt me... It's really a big deal with bare hands... The Saint of Four Elephants has a well-deserved reputation."
Zhao Changhe led Xia Chichi back and gave up his strength, and replied directly: "Brother Wang is smart, I will admit defeat for Chichi."
It's a foul to interfere, but as long as you admit defeat it's not a problem.
Xia Chichi curled her lips, but did not refute, acting like a little daughter-in-law and letting him do whatever she wanted.
The onlookers' eyes widened.
Weren't you a very cold swordsman just now? What are you doing now?
Wang Zhaoling also felt a little bit dumbfounded: "You have removed all the force she should have suffered, and no hair was hurt. My hand is a little injured, but you feel like your wife has been beaten..."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
"So Brother Zhao's intention is to fight for her and continue the competition later?"
Xia Chichi was afraid that Zhao Changhe would actually participate on impulse, so he rushed to say: "The competition is about the number of wins, not an elimination system. Why can't I continue if I lose a game? Come again!"
"Sister, you'd better take a break." A voice with difficulty swallowing came from the sidelines.
Everyone turned to look at Cui Yuanyang. His cheeks were bulging after eating, and he barely swallowed the last bite of cake: "I'm almost choked to death..."
But Cui Yuanyang stood up, stretched his arms, did some stretching exercises, and jumped again: "Qinghe Cui Yuanyang, please give me some advice from the heroes of the world."
