Jiangnan Yizhou City Sword Climbing Conference Venue
Just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce into the chest, it suddenly stopped. Everyone in the audience was sweating. Ye Qianqiu was almost about to leave the field and stop the game. Although he was blessed by life and death, he was still there after all. I don’t want any players to be in danger of their lives.
Situ Zhao was suddenly frozen on the spot without moving. He was surprised that Mo Yuqing's fingers had not touched him at all, and when did his acupoints get tapped.
Seeing this situation, Miao Chenglan who was sitting in the seat couldn't help but smile and said: "Taking acupoints from a distance? Have you reached this level of practice? It seems that letting you go out for travel is the right decision." She gently caressed her body Miao Xian'er's head could not help but feel proud in her heart.
"you lose."
Mo Yuqing's two fingers were firm, probably at the last moment when the sword was stabbed, he completed his entire set of acupuncture skills. There was a little anger in Situ Zhao's eyes. He resisted the paralysis in his body and gritted his teeth and said, "It's not over yet! Dongfang Qisu, Meng Zhang!"
"No!"
Ji Zhanyu suddenly yelled anxiously on the stage, but it seemed that it was a step too late after all. Situ Zhao, who was still forcing his energy and blood to move while his whole body was blocked, spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. He could only hear the people from the medical pavilion rescuing him. My own muffled voice.
"The first competition is over. Due to the fact that Situ Zhao, the swordsman of the Four Symbols, has lost his ability to fight, the winner of this competition is: The Master of Yaochi—Mo Yuqing!"
As soon as Ye Qianqiu finished speaking, thunderous applause suddenly erupted in the venue, especially Miao Xian'er, who was shouting with excitement.
Yun Musheng also smiled knowingly as he had expected, but Mo Yuqing took a deep breath. When he saw the face of the sect master Miao Chenglan not far away, his former kind-hearted look had returned to his former kind eyes. The stone in his heart suddenly fell, just thinking about it. The competition just now, this sword climbing competition, is really not a place for fun.
As soon as Mo Yuqing came off the stage, everyone in Yanyu Tower quickly cleaned the arena without any delay. Ye Qianqiu stepped forward to draw lots again. Two wooden cards belonging to the two people who had just competed were missing from the turntable. The pointer was on The remaining six wooden cards started spinning again.
If the results of the lottery were not drawn in public, people would surely suspect that there was something behind it. The two people who participated in the second round happened to be from the rivals Wu'an Jinghong Hall and Xiaoyaohouhou Mansion.
The madman Tie Luhan and Houfu Tianxue—Fushu were secretly happy in their hearts. After hearing the result, they couldn't wait to fly onto the ring.
"Hmph! You bastard from the Hou Mansion, please stand still. Wait for your grandpa and I will wipe your neck!"
"As expected of a Jinghong person, his mouth is as bad as your kung fu."
The two of them started to verbally attack each other as soon as they came on the stage. Everyone in the audience looked at the excitement and cheered, but at this time, Yun Musheng always vaguely felt that there were eyes staring at him, but whenever he looked back, Go, there are only excited spectators in that huge crowd.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Yuqing, who had some flesh wounds and was being bandaged by Tan Weiyang, asked.
Yun Musheng shook his head slightly, maybe it was just his own illusion. The chime bell began to ring, and the moment the bell rang for the third time, the two people quickly struggled with each other, and at this moment, the venue became roaring again.
At this moment, Yun Musheng felt as if he was hit by something like a projectile on his back. He looked towards the ground and saw a paper ball that had been twisted into a projectile shape. When he opened it, the content inside made Yun Musheng furious. It happened spontaneously.
I saw it read: "As ordered by the teacher, you will abstain from participating in the sword competition. - Yun Zhezhi."
What kind of despicable person dared to make fun of Yun Musheng's long-dead mentor? He turned his head and looked angrily, only to see a man in Huayun uniform slipping out of the side door.
Yun Musheng immediately chased him out with his sword. Except for Hua Xiaoqi, Mo Yuqing, and Tan Weiyang who was bandaging Mo Yuqing, no one should have noticed this minor change. After all, the duel between Tie Lu Han and Fu Shu was exciting. It's enough to catch everyone's attention.
Jiangnan·Yizhou City·Tixilin
Yun Musheng chased him to a tree-lined path outside the venue, and gradually saw the man's back. Without saying a word, he stabbed him with a sword energy. But instead of hiding, the man turned around and knocked Yun Musheng back more than ten steps with a sword. "Hmph, I really can't beat you."
The man took off his cloak and mask, and a familiar face of a middle-aged man appeared in front of Yun Musheng.
"Big... Archdeacon?"
Yun Musheng said in surprise, never expecting to see the first deacon who was expelled from the sect by Hua Yun here again.
Yun Feng straightened his clothes, put the sword into its scabbard and said with a snort: "I'm no longer a deacon. Hua Yun betrayed me, but your master Yun Zhezhi didn't. I'm here this time. I just want you to quickly abstain from this sword climbing competition!"
Yun Musheng felt resentful again after hearing this. Yun Feng had suppressed him in every way since Yun Zhezhi's death. Now that he had been expelled from the school, he still wanted to stop him.
"Impossible, I, Yun Musheng, have decided on the Master's Thousand Birds Sword! It was you who secretly brought the Thousand Birds to the Yanyu Tower as one of the rewards for the leader of the Sword Climbing Conference. Now I want to take it back with my strength, but you If you want to obstruct it, do you want to hand over the master's sword to the hands of outsiders? What are your intentions!"
Yun Musheng shouted categorically towards Yun Feng.
Yun Feng had already expected that Yun Musheng would never give up because of his few words, so he slowly began to explain the reason:
"I won't give my brother's sword to you, and naturally I won't give it to anyone. There is one of my people among the top eight. After he wins the top spot, he will naturally give the sword to me. But now the situation has changed. According to my investigation, there are people from Hiding Sun Pavilion sneaking in during this Sword Climbing Conference, and I don’t need to say how dangerous it is. As for the Chidori, I have another way to steal it out. In short, you should abstain now!"
When Yun Musheng heard this, she began to think about it. When she was in Huayun more than two years ago, the blood stains left by the Zhiri Pavilion in the main hall of Huayun are still vaguely visible. Such a horrific scene of flesh and blood flying away from relatives, This was a severe alarm bell in Yun Musheng's heart.
"I admit that you are indeed talented. I can feel from the sword strike just now that your strength has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few months. You can't resist the Hidden Sun Pavilion. Go and withdraw from the competition." This may be These were the gentlest words Yun Feng had ever said to Yun Musheng. It was the first time that the always strict Archdeacon spoke to someone in such a tone.
The bloody scene still appeared in Yun Mu Sheng's mind, but at the same time, Master Yun Zhezhi's no longer warm body, Aunt Yun Zhemei's severed arm, and Bei Mingyu Chen Sanqi's pierced chest were also vivid in her mind. , the resentment brought by these pictures finally outweighed the fear brought by Zhiri Pavilion's strength.
As the breeze blew through her hair, Yun Musheng slowly raised her head and said to Yunfeng Jianyi: "Master and aunt fought against the Sun Pavilion until the last moment. Even though they knew they would die, they still spent the last of their lives to protect Hua Yun.
There was a young knight who, although his martial arts was mediocre, faced an enemy a hundred times stronger than himself in front of his loved ones and companions, and he did not hesitate to die in his youth. Do you want me to back down? Absolutely impossible! Can't the Hiding Sun Pavilion be able to cover up the red sun? I want to be the sharp sword that drives away the clouds and reveals the sun. "
After saying that, Yun Musheng left without looking back. Yun Feng saw that the young man in front of him was stubborn and was about to use his sword to subdue him. Yun Musheng suddenly stopped and turned around and took out a jade pendant. Before Yunfeng's eyes, this was the jade pendant symbolizing Deacon Hua Yun that was taken from Yunfeng's waist after the battle with him.
"This jade pendant was given to you by my master at that time. Now it is in my hands. Seeing this jade pendant is like seeing the master himself. If you still have any respect for my master, I will order you to stand down in the name of the master!"
Seeing this jade pendant, Yun Feng had no choice but to sigh and look at Yun Musheng's leaving figure. This figure and the tone of voice just now were exactly the same as Yun Zhezhi. Perhaps, this young man, he could really create Miracle.
