Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

The next battle, just as everyone had expected, was quite difficult for Qianqing to face Bo Xichencheng.

Although his methods are exquisite, but his spiritual power is insufficient, it is difficult to resist Bo Xichencheng's head-on moves.

Bo Xichencheng focused on attacking Qianqing's weak points, prolonging the attack distance and constantly consuming Qianqing's physical strength.

Soon, many wounds appeared on Qianqing's body.

His left index finger was broken, and the bones were exposed.

There was a deep wound on the left cheek, spreading from the side of the ear along the curvature of the jaw, dripping hot blood continuously.

"I hope Qianqing has suffered such a serious injury for the first time since the beginning of the Martial Arts Competition."

"Looking at his panting appearance, he is obviously exhausted."

"So it seems that he is really a beginner monk of the Golden Core. The reason why he revealed the high-level cultivation of the Golden Core before is probably to frighten the four continents."

"The spiritual power of that high-level cultivation probably came from Lin Zichu, the Taoist companion who looked at me Qianqing."

"Ugh……"

Seeing that Qian Qing was at a disadvantage in the competition, someone said regretfully: "It seems that the result of this competition is determined."

Qianqing's face was covered with dirt, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for breath.

The next moment, an extremely strong sense of crisis came from behind, and Qianqing hurriedly rolled over.

There was only a "boom!" explosion, and a big hole had been blasted out of the place where Qianqing had been standing before.

Countless dirt and scum poured down on Qianqing's body.

Qianqing was covered in blood, and his original appearance could hardly be seen.

But the boy's eyes were amazingly bright.

"Wish me a thousand sunshines."

Bo Xichen said: "If there is any other means, just use it."

Qianqing gasped for breath, stood up and backed away gently.

Then, the monk's figure suddenly disappeared into the void.

Bo Xichencheng sneered, and played the violin with his backhand: "You have to delay the time and recover your spiritual power, don't even think about it. You have played too many tricks of invisibility, and Gu is already tired of watching it!"

After saying that, Bo Xichen flicked his ten fingers.

The sound waves swept across the entire Yanwu stage in an instant.

He pulled out Qian Qing's original body almost at the same instant, and Bo Xi Chencheng suddenly turned his head, wanting to grab Qian Qing's wrist.

The next second, Qian Qing's figure suddenly appeared, he stretched his right hand back, raised his long sword high, and stabbed towards Bo Xichencheng's vital point.

Bo Xichencheng took a step back to avoid Qianqing's sword strike.

There was a thin sound of "嗤".

Bo Xichencheng suddenly felt a pain in his left arm, and a blood splashed out from his eyes.

This blow almost took off Bo Xichencheng's entire arm, and blood flew everywhere.

But instead of hiding, he went forward instead.

Bo Xichencheng raised his hands, countless golden threads came out from his cuffs like spirit snakes, and tightly bound Qianqing who was close at hand!

Before that, Bo Xichencheng deliberately distanced himself from Qianqing, and everyone felt that he was weak in melee combat, and wanted to restrain Qianqing with long-distance attacks.

Who would have thought that Bo Xichencheng's melee combat was not weak at all, he deliberately lured Qianqing forward, and then launched a thunder attack.

There are seven golden strings on Bo Xichencheng Guqin, but hundreds of them are hidden in Qiankun's sleeves.

The dense strings suddenly bit Qianqing, trying to tie him up.

At the critical moment, Amao spat out a large amount of spider silk, covering Qianqing's whole body.

As soon as the spider silk stuck to Qianqing's body, Bo Xichencheng's golden silk followed closely, wrapping Qianqing like a rice dumpling.

Bo Xichencheng suddenly tightened one end of the gold wire, saying:

"Look at me Qianqing, what do you see under your feet?"

Qian Qing let out a muffled snort, his skin was cut by the gold wire, and fine blood oozes out.

This little pain was nothing, what really gave Qianqing a headache was the formation that appeared under her feet.

"Lingling array".

The effect of the earth-level formation is monotonous, but it only allows the spiritual energy of the monk to overflow and consume it.

Due to the single effect, most monks would not think of practicing such a formation.

"I see."

After seeing this formation, Qianqing began to struggle frantically, and the golden strings became tighter and tighter around him.

"It's said that Bo Xichencheng is arrogant, contemptuous and dismissive. But it's not like that!"

Qian Qing was in a predicament, but his mind was very calm, he didn't seem to care, even though the spiritual power in his veins was scattered wildly, he was still thinking calmly.

"The spirit-leading array is mostly used in attrition wars. The strength of the two sides is not much different, and it is displayed by the side with a slightly higher cultivation level. Bo Xichencheng's character is indeed arrogant, but he has never been 'defiant' in battle."

"His combat style is quite stable, as can be seen from his ability to draw spirit arrays."

"No wonder Bo Xichencheng can win [-] games in a row!"

Thinking of this, Qian Qing's eyes became concentrated again, he struggled hard, the gold wire was supported and made a "buzzing" sound.

Bo Xichencheng was also shocked, Qianqing was so powerful that he had to hold on to the other end of the golden string with all his strength.

Soon, the sharp strings pierced through Bo Xichencheng's gloves, cutting the palms of his hands until they were bloody.

Even Bo Xichencheng was backlashed by the weapon, not to mention Qianqing.

Blood flowed out from the cracks in the golden silk strings, and quickly dyed all the gold into red.

If Ah Mao hadn't spun silk in time to protect his body, Qianqing might have turned into a puddle of flesh at this time!

Forcibly breaking through the weapon with a monk's body is obviously extremely painful. Some people saw their teeth sore and shouted: "Why don't you use other methods, but let yourself suffer such a serious injury? Even if you break free, there is no chance of winning!"

"Nonsense, do you think Bo Xichencheng will give Qianqing a chance to use other means?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "That's...too much to suffer."

"It's better to admit defeat."

"I hope Qianqing is only in my twenties, how can I bear the pain so much?"

Seeing Qianqing's struggle became more intense, Bo Xichencheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

wrong!The strength of this person's struggle is too strong!

An inexplicable intuition made Bo Xichencheng feel uneasy, but he never believed that Qianqing could break through her own weapon with physical strength.

"go."

Bo Xichencheng waved his sleeves, and dozens of strings flew towards Qianqing.

At this moment, Qian Qing suddenly heard a suppressed roar from her throat.

He arched his body, and with the body of a monk, he suddenly burst out with amazing strength!

There was only a loud "bang bang!", and Bo Xichencheng's golden strings broke.

"How could it be!" Bo Xichencheng's phoenix eyes widened in disbelief.

But his thoughts were like lightning, thinking that Qianqing broke through his weapon, and at this time the combat power dropped to the bottom.

If you don't take the opportunity to kill him, when will you wait!

The broken strings bounced onto Bo Xichencheng's body one by one, cutting the master's blood dripping with blood regardless of enemy or friend.

Bo Xichencheng didn't pay any attention to it, and rushed forward, rushing forward.

Spreading his right hand into a palm, he patted Qianqing.

——Thousand Hands Falling Demon Palm!

Bo Xichencheng's move was so fast, the gust of wind hit Qianqing's face and neck as soon as he said it.

However, Master Bi Xuying of Bo Xichencheng was shocked when he saw this situation. He stood up and exclaimed.

"No!"

He has already recognized the reason for Qianqing's trick of breaking through the strings.

It turned out that Feng Zhaoming, Qianqing's master, practiced "The Way of Fighting Will", and his fighting style was desperate.

This move is used when the spiritual power in the monk's body has plummeted to the extreme. It can convert all the pain in the monk's body into spiritual power to support the monk's final blow.

The reason why it is said to be the last blow is because the monk who uses this move will suffer a strong backlash, and will be seriously injured and near death at every turn.

As Feng Zhaoming's cultivation level increased day by day, no one could force Xianjun to use this move.

Therefore, this trick was gradually buried, and few people knew the name of this trick.

But Bi Xuying and Feng Zhaoming have been fighting openly and secretly all these years, what doesn't he know?

He has already recognized that the move Qianqing is using is called "He Qiyi".

This move was personally named by Master Feng Zhaoming, the late Immortal Lord Dongkun.

When Feng Zhaoming was seriously injured back then, when he performed this move, his body endured double the pain, and his strength was strengthened with pain.

Immortal Master Dongkun sighed and asked his disciples:

"Why did Zhaoming give up treatment and not seek self-protection?"

At that time, Feng Zhaoming, who was still young, was seriously injured, his flesh and blood flew all over his body. Hearing the master's question, he replied sonorously: "I just want a fight."

Hearing the disciple's answer, Immortal Master Dongkun sighed and gave him a name, implying that the disciple should not be so aggressive, and that he should give priority to his own situation when fighting.

——The way of fighting!

Among the three thousand avenues, the most willful and arrogant one is the one that is most in line with Wangwo Qianqing's temperament.

Before Qianqing formed the alchemy, everyone thought that he would choose the way of fighting spirit like Feng Zhaoming.

Later, I heard that he chose the way of controlling beasts, and took two completely opposite paths from Master.

However, at this time Qianqing used Feng Zhaoming's tricks, which did not violate harmony at all.

Bo Xichencheng moves quickly, and Qianqing removes moves even faster!

Seeing the vast spiritual power rising from the ground, Bo Xichencheng's heart sank, he clenched his teeth, struck with one palm, and struck again with the other.

Thousand Hands Subduing Demon Palm is known as "Thousand Hands", and its moves are naturally extremely fast.

Bo Xichencheng wanted to catch Qianqing by surprise, so he didn't have time to use more tricks.

Then I saw the two people moving like lightning, so fast that they could hardly see clearly.

After performing "He Qi Healing", Qian Qing's body suffered twice as much pain as before.

Amao was in the same mind as Qianqing, feeling the great pain of his master, frantically rolling and struggling on top of Qianqing's head, making a sharp hissing sound.

The pain Qianqing suffered was more, not less, than what Amao felt.

But he didn't say a word!

The blood dyed Qianqing's shirt crimson.

Bo Xichencheng's attack became more and more rapid, Qianqing was overwhelmed and embarrassed.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the monks stared blankly at the competition on the stage.

At this moment, Qian Qing suddenly turned her head and looked in Lin Zichu's direction.

His face was covered with blood, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

Seeing that Qianqing fought so desperately in this battle, she was seriously injured, almost to the point of life and death.Some Zhengyang Immortal Sect disciples in the audience could not bear to watch and wept silently.

Lin Zichu looked extraordinarily calm, thinking, if Aqing dies, I will accompany him.

I want as long as you want, I want as long as you want.

Qianqing looked at Lin Zichu's eyes, and in a very short time, she completely understood it.

He smiled at Lin Zichu and put his hands on his chest.

The movements seemed extremely slow, but in an instant, more than a hundred handprints were formed on both hands.

Xianshu - Sunny!

In an instant, a ray of white light soared into the sky, covering the sky and covering the earth, setting off a stormy sea.

All the blue and white stone slabs on the Yanwu platform were broken into powder, flying sand and stones.

The world seemed to have lost its voice.

Bo Xichencheng was attacked at close range, and his body retreated violently, hitting the ground hard.

The momentum continued unabated, and a deep mark was drawn on the ground. He leaned back and pressed against the barrier, pulling the barrier into a long bulge.

He couldn't control himself, his body trembled, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The cultivator was watching from the audience, covering his eyes with his sleeves, knowing that he could not be attacked, but he couldn't help taking a step back.

After a long time, the white light dissipated.

Everyone quickly got up to check the results.