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Raise your right leg and step behind you, facing each other sideways.In an instant, Yu Yanzhi raised his long sword and attacked Cheng Song's back!Cheng Song secretly laughed at him for repeating the old trick, and twisted his right arm to take over the move, but he suddenly changed his movements, his outstretched left leg hooked back halfway, and the long sword was also withdrawn.

Both moves were feints, and Yu Yanzhi's target was neither Cheng Song's right leg nor his back, but his left ankle at the beginning.Cheng Song was shocked, and thought that this move was very sinister, how could it seem that he came from a famous and decent family?He retreated in a hurry, but was still affected by the remaining power, a wave of heat was set off in his ankle, and it was burning and stinging.

Turning around on the spot, Yu Yanzhi faced Cheng Song again, slowly raised the sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at his chest in the void.

"Arrogance!" Cheng Song yelled loudly, facing his sword and launching an offensive again.

The white hair was almost transparent under the sunlight, and the expression on the handsome face was flat. Yu Yanzhi remained motionless, and the light in her eyes gradually turned cold.Suddenly, everyone saw a flash of cold light in front of their eyes, and the next moment, Yu Yanzhi and Cheng Song were standing with their backs facing each other, and they were staggered.This sword is incomparably fast, no one can clearly see the moves he uses, but the disciples with deep cultivation can be sure that this move is definitely not from the Holy Heaven Sect!

After a while, Cheng Song felt the pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a bloodstain on the front of his chest that was changing from thin to thick.

He froze there in disbelief, lingering on the thought that if it was a life-and-death contest, he would have died just now.Turning around stiffly, Cheng Song looked forward, the white-haired man's lips were slightly pursed, his cold eyes were a little casual, as if he didn't pay attention to him at all... Another face with snow-white skin appeared in his mind. , bright red thin lips, under thick eyelashes are ruthless eyes...

The point of the sword pointed at Cheng Song's lower abdomen, Yu Yanzhi slightly hooked her lips, smiling ruthlessly and proudly.

At this moment, Cheng Song suddenly became confused, who is the person in front of him?He took half a step back, his ears buzzing, as if trapped by an invisible net, and a strong sense of oppression enveloped his whole body.

The outcome has been decided, Cheng Song was even injured, the situation on the stage has long been out of the scope of "discussion", everyone is waiting for the master to speak out, but Su Wuwei turned a deaf ear to it.

The footwork is He Ying's footwork, and the sword moves are He Ying's sword moves.

The "Sword Cherishing Style" reappeared, as fast as a gust of wind, as cunning as a rabbit, this sword directly hit Cheng Song's belly!

To the west of the ring, Su Wantang sent a look of help to Pei Youping.Pei Youping nodded slightly, knocked her sword back with a powerful blow, and went straight to the east arena.Grabbing Cheng Song's collar and dragging him behind him, Pei Youping swung his sword to block Yu Yanzhi: "Junior brother, enough is enough!"

Yu Yanzhi's expression became calm again, she glanced at Pei Youping, and then moved to the pale-faced Cheng Song: "Brother Cheng doesn't call to stop, if I finish without authorization, wouldn't it be disrespectful to brother."

This statement is not bad, but it is also unreasonable.It was unavoidable to lose the harmony of the same family. In the previous competitions, the winning side called to stop, but Yu Yanzhi did the opposite. The meaning was very clear, and he asked Cheng Song to bow his head and admit defeat.

Pei Youping turned to look at Cheng Song, motioning for him to express his opinion.

Cheng Song clenched his teeth, the veins on the back of his withered hand bulged, his right fist slammed into the palm of his left hand, and he bowed to Yu Yanzhi: "I...will bow down!"

Yu Yanzhi clasped her fists together: "I accept it, senior brother."

The three walked off the ring in sequence.

Su Wuwei also walked slowly in front of everyone.

As a disciple of Shengtianmen, but in the martial arts arena, he uses other martial arts!Cheng Song wants to see how Yu Yanzhi will explain to her master!

"Father..." Su Wantang couldn't help calling when Su Wuwei passed by.She knew about the "festival" between Yu Yanzhi and Cheng Song, but one matter is the other. The moves that Yu Yanzhi used just now were indeed not from the Shengtianmen. Even if she wanted to intercede for him, how should she talk about it?

Su Wuwei looked indifferent, and went straight to Tong Jia, a smile appeared on his serious face, he patted the young man's shoulder, and said: "The foundation is very important, you can't always rely on opportunistic tricks. There is progress."

Tong Jia nodded in a daze, but was suddenly stepped on by Yan Feng, and quickly regained her senses: "My disciple will follow the instruction!"

Su Wuwei started again, passed Cheng Song and Pei Youping, and finally, his eyes locked on Yu Yanzhi.