Liang Xiaoling's white clothes were fluttering and exquisite, and he landed on the battlefield like a white butterfly. He immediately aroused eyes of envy, jealousy, and hatred, and there were also cheers.
Not only did Huangshan send out a Wuchen young master, but he also produced such a stunning beauty, which is indeed enviable.
The noble master said to Ye Suifeng: "Congratulations to Sect Master Ye, you have two top disciples. Even if they don't get the first place, they are still enough to stand out from the rest!"
Ye Suifeng felt a little awkward hearing this, but had to respond: "Thank you for the compliment, sir!"
"I wonder if Sect Leader Ye would welcome me to visit the Huangshan Sect. I really want to see what kind of Lingshan treasure land can raise such a pair of peerless prides?"
"Welcome, the treasures of Lingshan cannot be described, but the scenery is pleasant. I'm afraid the young master has too many things to do and has no time to go!"
"Hahaha! No matter how many things I have to do, I will definitely make time to go!"
"Welcome to visit at any time!" Liu Suifeng said this, but he felt something bad in his heart. He didn't know what kind of medicine this noble young master was selling in his gourd.
Li Chengliang of the Yin Yang Sect also fell to the battlefield.
He looked at Liang Xiaoling evilly and said with a smile: "Miss Liang, please show mercy!"
When Liang Xiaoling saw that he was not only interested in his wife, but also lustful, she instantly felt goosebumps, which made her very uncomfortable:
"Stop talking nonsense! Look at the sword!"
When Liang Xiaoling said this, his sword was already stabbing Li Chengliang slowly.
The corners of Li Chengliang's mouth curled up slightly, thinking that he was just a little hedgehog, without any interest at all.
However, Liang Xiaoling's sword instantly made his heart tremble. The sword suddenly accelerated in the middle and became extremely fast. By the time he wanted to summon the spirit sword to defend, it was already too late.
He had no choice but to retreat hastily, but by retreating like this, Liang Xiaoling gained the upper hand, and he was at a disadvantage, even his defense was stretched thin.
Liang Xiaoling's movement skills were very strange, and his sword moves were also difficult for him to figure out. In the end, he had to keep running away in embarrassment, surrounded by dangers.
The core feature of Liang Xiaoling is the special rhythm, which also makes his sword moves very weird. If you have ever played basketball or football, you will have encountered some masters with strange rhythms, which will make you confused and hard to guard against.
In just twenty moves, Li Chengliang was forced to retreat to the edge of the fighting platform. He quickly jumped high into the air and landed back in the center of the battle platform, but Liang Xiaoling also jumped up, blocking all his ways.
Li Chengliang was suddenly shocked and angry. He gritted his teeth and poured all his spiritual energy into the spiritual sword, which also released a bright light.
He was going to use his big move to knock Liang Xiaoling back, or even turn defeat into victory. When Liang Xiaoling saw this, the corners of her beautiful mouth slightly curled up, and she also used her strength to meet his sword.
Only to hear a loud bang.
Li Chengliang was sent flying dozens of meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a puff, and then fell into the water with a splash.
He also became a drowned rat and choked several times on his water.
However, Liang Xiaoling also underestimated Li Chengliang's vigorous attack.
She also took 10 consecutive steps back before she could stop herself. Immediately afterwards, she felt a slight sweetness in her throat and a surge of energy and blood. Fortunately, she suppressed it with force.
Li Chengliang was a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk with good talent, while Liang Xiaoling had just entered Foundation Establishment not long ago. Even though he was more talented and had the help of the Old Foundation Establishment Pill, he was only half as rich in spiritual power.
"Li Chengliang is defeated!"
"Li Chengliang is defeated!"
Some lower-level disciples who couldn't stand Li Chengliang directly helped announce the result, pointing out that it was him who lost, not Liang Xiaoling who won.
Li Chengliang jumped out of the water in embarrassment and used his inner strength to dry his clothes. Perhaps it was because he was a little thin and his clothes were a little thin, but he looked very slim and sexy.
"Ha ha!"
The crowd burst into laughter.
Even though he looked very thick-skinned, he was not blushing and looked more like a woman.
"good!"
"Well done!"
"Liang Xiaoling, you played so well!"
Everyone saw his embarrassed look, as if Liang Xiaoling had vented his anger on them, and they all cheered for Liang Xiaoling.
At this point, the top four were formed, namely Feng Xiaoxiao, Ning Zhou, Su Xing and Liang Xiaoling. Each of the four holy sects also had one disciple enter the top four.
The latest rankings of sects are as follows:
Xinghu Sect is still in first place, with one person advancing to the sixth round, with 79 points.
Yingyang Academy, second, has one person advance to the sixth round, with 66 points.
Jiuyaoshan, third, one person advanced to the sixth round, with 61 points
Huangshan School, fourth, has one person advance to the sixth round, with 58 points.
Yin Yang Sect, fifth, with 28 points.
Yanyun Sect, sixth, with 25 points.
Dragon Tiger Sect, seventh, with 22 points.
Qingyun Sect and Cangwu Sect are tied for eighth with 19 points each, while Tianmu Sect is at the bottom with 13 points.
After resting for about a stick of incense, Elder Lu asked Liang Xiaoling if he wanted to rest again. Liang Xiaoling took a deep breath, but didn't feel anything strange, so he smiled and said no.
Unfortunately, she was careless, and she had actually suffered some internal injuries before. In fact, if she didn't suppress the upwelling of Qi and blood and spit out the mouthful of blood, she would be fine. As long as she took the elixir, she would be cured immediately. But she suppressed it forcefully. In the subsequent confrontation with Feng Xiaoxiao, this minor injury was affected. And Su Xing was a little far away from her. If she was closer, she might remind her or even check it in person.
As for Liang Wuchen, who had always cared about her, he was still in a state of despair and did not remind her whether she wanted the elders to check her pulse or anything.
The sixth round, the semifinals, begins.
Feng Xiaoxiao drew Liang Xiaoling. In this way, Su Xing will naturally fight against Ning Zhou.
It was a coincidence, and Liang Xiaoling was very happy that she could really join Su Xing in the finals and write a legendary story.
The two beauties landed behind the fighting platform, each looking at each other quietly, and the fighting spirit was slowly released in their eyes.
Feng Xiaoxiao was wearing a black tight-fitting shirt, melancholic and indifferent, while Liang Xiaoling was wearing a white shirt, bright and aloof, and one black and one white at the same time made this feeling more prominent.
The process of the two looking at each other was also the process of feeling each other's fighting spirit, which made the whole atmosphere tense instantly.
Liang Xiaoling also came prepared, with his eyes filled with spiritual power, ready to fight against Feng Xiaoxiao's pupil technique. However, Feng Xiaoxiao seemed to disdain to use pupil technique.
Of course, if you really want to use it, you should use it at critical moments, such as when you are defeated, or on the verge of defeat.
The two people's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, but they still remained calm, as if they were competing for concentration, and the entire Luoyang Valley was also quiet.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, causing countless ripples to form in the calm water. The two men's bodies also moved at this moment.
It's a climax right from the start.
The two of them were flying up and down, their skirts were flying, and their black hair was fluttering. They were like two fluttering butterflies, gorgeous and dazzling. When the speed was extremely fast, they were like two black and white haloes, which were separated and merged, and intertwined indefinitely.
To the low-level disciples, the two of them became two phantoms. The air flow brought by their bodies roared like a whirlwind, and the sound of the spiritual swords hitting each other was like raindrops, tinkling incessantly. The whole thing gave people the feeling of a roaring wind. Heavy rain is pounding on the roof.
For high-level monks, the movements of the two people are still very clear, and because the clothes are clearly black and white, they can see them more clearly.
"nice!"
"nice!"
The noble prince looked at it with great interest and cheered twice in a row.
The master of Yingyang Palace and Ye Suifeng were a little nervous. After all, this was the semifinals. The master of Yingyang Palace wanted to send a message to remind Feng Xiaoxiao to use the pupil technique to attack, but when he thought of Feng Xiaoxiao's personality, he still held back.
He also loved and felt helpless towards this talented female disciple. To put it mildly, Feng Xiaoxiao had too much personality and was a bit stubborn. To put it worst, she would sometimes disobey him. For example, in this foundation-building competition, she promised that she would never use the pupil technique. This was not a win for her, and she wanted to defeat everyone with her true strength.
Ye Suifeng didn't think about the sound transmission, but said in his heart, yes, this move is good, that's it, no, no, this move is not good, the opponent is not afraid of your feints...
Su Xing was also very nervous, and even raised his left hand slightly, wanting to use the Soul-Dancing Bell to help Liang Xiaoling, but seeing the serious looks on the two beauties' faces, he put his hand down.
The confrontation was so fierce that there was almost no pause. Finally, after a hundred moves, there was a loud bang in the field, and the two figures suddenly separated.
Feng Xiaoxiao's face was pale and as cold as frost, but Liang Xiaoling's face was as red as blood. Then, with a pop, he vomited a big mouthful of blood.
However, after spitting out one mouthful, he continued to spit out the second mouthful.
"You have internal injuries?" Feng Xiaoxiao said in surprise.
"I lost!"
Liang Xiaoling covered her chest and said this. At this moment, her blood was still surging and she was no longer fit to fight anymore.
"Concession!"
Feng Xiaoxiao's mind moved slightly. He didn't expect Liang Xiaoling to admit defeat so simply, and he also felt admiration.
At this time, Su Xing's figure had landed like a cannonball on the side of Liang Qingqing. Liang Wuchen also stood up, but he did not leap down after all.
"Xiao Ling, how are you?"
Su Xing was worried
