I, my cultivation of immortality started from a mortal

Although Chen Qing still looks very embarrassed, he is much better than before. Through constant fights with him, he has also mastered the rhythm of poetry.

As the number of rounds of fighting increased, it was now difficult for Shi Qing to hurt Chen Qing at all, and Chen Qing also began to fight back. The situation became increasingly unfavorable for Shi Qing, and Shi Qing couldn't help but start to become anxious. The further she went, the more she began to fight back. The chance of winning is smaller.

The disciples under the ring had a completely different change at this moment. The expressions on the faces of the Jiuqing Sect disciples became excited because Chen Qing was becoming more and more proactive. As long as he was given some more time, winning would be natural, but the Shiqing disciples , his face felt a little raw, he was still teasing Chen Qing just now, but only a short time passed before Chen Qing started to take the initiative.

At this time, Chen Qing was not in a hurry to win Shiqing. He was looking for the most suitable opportunity to completely defeat him in one fell swoop. Otherwise, he might give up a good situation to his opponent.

Shiqing's attacks are getting faster and sharper, and the flying soft swords are constantly attacking the opponent's vital points. They are all looking for opportunities.

Suddenly, Shiqing came to Chen Qing in an instant. The soft sword in his hand was extremely fast, and a one-hit kill was coming. Chen Qing waved the stick in front of him, preparing to block the soft sword's killing blow. At the same time, his left hand was ready. Be prepared to take action quickly to subdue him.

But Chen Qing saw a strange look in Shiqing's eyes, and the secret was terrible. At this moment, he saw the soft sword wrapped around the stick, a small wooden box appeared in Shiqing's left hand, and flying needles came straight towards it.

Chen Qing quickly pulled out the wrapped stick and wrapped it around him with extremely fast rotation, forming a protective layer. Although it blocked most of the flying needles, two of them still pierced his shoulders, and the stick instantly fell to the ground.

Before he could react, the soft sword in Shiqing's hand was pressed against Chen Qing's throat.

"Using a concealed weapon is despicable."

"This one can't be counted."

......

The disciples of Jiuqing Sect were filled with indignation and shouted emotionally.

"If you lose, you lose. Who cares how you lose? Any means is a form of strength."

"If you can't afford to lose, just admit defeat quickly."

The other disciple laughed.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your kindness. I'm very grateful, little lady." She said with a charming smile, full of poetry and charm.

Chen Qing stood there in a daze, unable to hear the other party's voice, and kept repeating in her mind, "Why is this happening? There is obviously a chance to win."

Sect Master Fu looked at Chen Qing and said, "Chen Qing, come down."

Only then did Chen Qing wake up a little. She stepped down from the stage and said to Sect Master Fu: "Sect Master, I'm sorry that I have failed to live up to the sect's expectations for my disciples. I am willing to accept any punishment."

"Your participation in the battle is your contribution to the sect. Victory or defeat is a common occurrence for military personnel. Don't be discouraged. Summarize the experience this time and strive for greater breakthroughs. Sit down and recover first." Sect Leader Fu said comfortingly.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Qin Feng stood up and said: "Master Fu, accept the concession!"

Master Fu paid attention.

The second game was about to begin. Sect Leader Fu looked at the remaining four people, making calculations in his mind, and called out Wang Sheng's name.

Wang Sheng stood up and walked forward. He was a twenty-one-year-old young man with purple hair that looked particularly dazzling and different.

That is a very beautiful man.

"Ah, is this a boy or a girl? Is there anyone in the Jiuqing Sect?"

"Why do such people still exist in the world?"

......

The disciples of Qingtian Clan and Qingxuan Clan were shouting. At this time, the disciples of Jiuqing Clan had not yet recovered from the previous defeat.

Wang Sheng looked at these clamoring disciples without blinking, without saying a word, and said secretly: "I must win, and I must not lose. The sect can no longer afford to lose."

Gao Cheng said to a young man, "Mu Lin, go up."

Mullin stood up, expressionless but revealing a cold murderous aura, and said to Gao Cheng: "Disciple, obey!"

"Ah, it's Senior Brother Mu, so there's no doubt about this duel."

"I can't even bear a look from Senior Brother Mu. Senior Brother Mu is really getting stronger and stronger."

"Haha, that guy is dead."

......

While these disciples were praising Mullin, they also kept mocking Wang Sheng.

Mullin stood in front of Wang Sheng, his face expressionless, which made him look even more terrifying, and said: "Everyone who fought with me is dead. They all call me the God of Death, and you are no different."

Wang Sheng's purple hair fluttered in the wind, looking quite strange, and said: "There are countless disciples who have fallen under my sword, and you are not the last one."

After listening to Wang Sheng's words, Mullin stared at the opponent as if he were looking at a dead man. He slowly drew out his weapon. When the blade touched the sun, it emitted a piercing cold light. The cold light was scarlet and tinged with The thirst for blood, this is a killing knife, this is a killing knife.

Mullin fluttered the life-threatening knife in his hand and swung it forward. The cold sword energy flew towards Wang Sheng, which was extremely frightening and passed by like a meteor.

Wang Sheng quickly waved the sword in his hand, and the killing sword energy met the killing sword energy. The moment the sword energy came into contact, the space trembled slightly, and there was an explosion that echoed for a long time and dust flew up.

The crowd around him fell into silence, still in the shock of the sword.