Chun Feng Du Jian

These two swords can be said to be shocking, dare to use the name "Xingyue", and they really have the momentum of moving like wind and thunder, breaking mountains and cracking rocks, the sword light is everywhere, making people dazzled and fascinated.Even a master who has been famous for many years, such as the skeleton sword master, can't get much favor from him, which shows that this young man's internal strength and swordsmanship are all superb, which has far exceeded their expectations.

Quan Zhao had offended too many people. At this time, he was stabbed by Wen Heng. Although the wounds were minor, but when he saw the blood, the crowd immediately applauded and rejoiced. The running water mat came to celebrate.

On the contrary, Wen Heng stood still two steps away from him, and said "offended" lightly.

Quan Zhao's face twitched, very weird, and hissed: "Your Excellency is very skilled, but the old man does not cry when he sees the coffin. Today, we must compete with you."

Wen Heng smiled and said, "It's exactly what I want."

The two rushed towards each other at the same time, the clanging of long swords was endless, both sides tried their best, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had been rolled and rolled.Quan Zhao was wounded, but the advantage was that he had a magic weapon in his hand. Although Wen Heng was ahead of him in swordsmanship, after all, he hadn't confronted anyone other than Su Youfeng in the past four years. Holding a broken iron sword at the same time, it is inevitable to be limited when making moves.The two sides have their own advantages and disadvantages, but they have reached a delicate balance. For a while, they were evenly matched, and it was inextricably linked.

Quan Zhao was pressed and beaten by Wen Heng, and saw the opponent getting smoother as he fought, he thought to himself: "This kid just lacks some experience, if he can't win immediately, it will be against me if the time drags on. We must not let him see through my tricks, It needs to be resolved quickly.”

His thoughts turned, and he immediately used a move to suppress the bottom of the box.

Quan Zhao twirled his wrist, and the sword shadows turned into tens of thousands in an instant, shrouded in a ghostly mist and demonic atmosphere.Wen Heng's eyes dimmed, but besides the shadow of the sword, the miserable white skull on the sword lattice also seemed to come to life, pressing down layer upon layer from all directions.It's weird and frightening, it's hard to describe it, it's like a living person straying into the ghost land, if you change your courage, your legs will go limp at this time.

The fusion of the phantom of the skull and the light of the sword was both disturbing and terrifying. To find the flaws in it, Wen Heng had to stare at the skull and observe carefully.Fortunately, Bone has only one expression, and that's the case if you watch too much.Wen Heng concentrated for a moment, and suddenly raised his sword, but this time he returned a move of Chunjun School's "Crossing the Clouds and Breaking the Mist". On that skull.

The phantom dissipated, and a ghostly smile appeared on Quan Zhaoqing's sunken face.

He suddenly exerted strength, and the black long sword was like a sinister viper. He twisted the iron sword with the momentum, and the skull showed its white teeth. He bit the tip of the retreating sword, but heard a few "clicks" In an instant, the long sword was twisted into a pile of broken iron pieces, leaving only a bare hilt in Wen Heng's hand.

It was probably the first time Wen Heng encountered such an absurd situation, at a critical moment where his life was hanging by a thread, he couldn't help laughing.

Quan Zhao: "..."

The painfully clenched fingers relaxed slightly, and Xue Qinglan let out a long breath, feeling a thin layer of cold sweat floating on his back, and being blown by the warm south wind, his whole body was cold.

The competitions at the Sword Discussion Conference are always done to the end. After all, the participants all call themselves "heroes", and they can't easily do things that intentionally hurt people or even kill them.Wen Heng's current situation is obviously not suitable for continuing the competition, so he has to change the sword to fight again.Quan Zhao subconsciously looked at where Lu Hongyi was, only to see her slender hands hidden under the sleeves of the light gauze slightly revealing, and she made a gesture neatly.

The tip of the White Bone Sword had already dropped half an inch, but when it was lifted suddenly, it pierced Wen Heng's chest like lightning.

Wen Changqing suddenly got up: "Stop!"

But Quan Zhao could still hear the voices outside, at this moment there was only a cold killing intent in his eyes and heart.Wen Heng had to die, as for how he would be criticized and scolded after killing Wen Heng, that was a matter for the future.

He struck so fast that even a god could not save him, the corner of Wen Heng's raised mouth hadn't fallen yet, the sword edge was already approaching him.In the blink of an eye, he only had time to take a step to the right, the stride was so small that it could be ignored, at the same time he bent over and sideways to dodge, the black blade barely brushed against his neck, and it was only a hair's breadth away from it his arteries.

This dodge can be considered exquisite, and the reaction speed can be called the peak.Even Quan Zhao didn't realize that the sword was missing, and continued to move forward along the charge, but Wen Heng had already supported the ground with one hand to borrow strength, and the whole person jumped up, flew over the top of Quan Zhao's head, and landed behind him. He smoothly pulled out the broken sword that Xue Qinglan left on the ring.

Quan Zhao immediately stopped the charge, but it was too late, before he even had time to turn around, Wen Heng grabbed his neck with a sword from behind.

Only the tip of the sword was broken, and the blades on both sides were still sharp and undamaged.Moreover, it is the weapon used by the Chuxing Xingzong Dharma protector, its hardness and sharpness are far better than Wen Heng's broken iron sword.

"Do you still fight?" Wen Heng asked softly.

The situation was reversed in an instant, one moment the skeleton sword master seemed to be sure to hit, and the next moment, Wen Heng's sword could immediately cut into his neck.

Quan Zhao didn't answer, Wen Heng ignored him, and said to himself: "I don't want to fight with you anymore, you have too many dirty tricks."

Quan Zhao let out a cold snort from his nostrils, whether it was resentment or sarcasm, Wen Heng smiled, and said: "If the sword master is willing to put down the poisonous needles in his hand, he will still be willing to fight with you in an upright manner. Otherwise, I don't think we need to waste our efforts."

"you!"

The left hand that was hidden in the sleeve of the robe was immediately tightened, and five bone needles as thin as a cow's hair passed between his fingers.Quan Zhao's self-conceit accumulated over the years was trampled under his feet several times in this short competition. At this moment, he couldn't see Wen Heng's expression, but somehow felt that man's gaze pierced through the thick black robe, and all ghostly tricks were in his hands. There is nothing to hide under the nose.

He subconsciously looked at Lu Hongyi from the corner of his eye, and even such a small movement was caught by Wen Heng, and thoughtfully said: "Who am I?

He suddenly withdrew his sword and pushed forward with one palm. Quan Zhao felt a gust of wind blowing from behind, and the soles of his feet suddenly emptied, and his whole body was sent out in the air by the thick internal force, facing the direction of Lu Hongyi.Wen Heng's smiling voice still echoed in his ears: "By the way, I would like to thank Guardian Xue for me. I can handle this sword very well. Who else in your family is willing to try the sword with themselves, just come up together."

These words did not lower their voices, and everyone present heard them clearly, and they were greatly relieved.All of a sudden, the audience was thunderous and lively, and everyone in the Chunjun faction felt elated. The worry and anxiety caused by poisoning these days was swept away, and some people even said excitedly: "Brother Yue's Kung fu, sweeping the seven sects is no problem! Maybe we don't even need to play, Senior Brother Yue alone can win the 'No. [-] Sword Sect in the World' for our sect!"

"Junior brother be careful." Wen Changqing's initial fluke has passed, but now he calmed down and said solemnly, "Not to mention that it is difficult for him to compete with everyone alone, in case the Chunjun faction really relies on him to win I won the number one sword sect in the world, what face do I have to go back to the mountain to meet the elder? Will I just follow my junior brother and eat the waste waiting to die?"

Not to mention... Yue Chi is no longer a disciple of Chunjun Sect.He is willing to help, so that the Chunjun faction will not be ashamed in front of the heroes of the world, and he is already full of old love.

The disciple blushed immediately after being refuted by him like this, and his arrogance disappeared suddenly, Wei Wei said: "Senior brother taught you the right thing, I was the one who was arrogant."

Elder Meng said: "What Zhang Qing said is reasonable. When he finishes this round, he will be asked to end. Chang Qing, you just said that Yue Chi gave you the detoxification prescription. When we take a break at noon, let's ask Chu Jiajian Pai borrow some medicinal materials, as long as the poison is detoxified, we disciples will go up for the competition in the afternoon."

Elder Meng has always been a clear-cut man, Wen Changqing settled down, bowed and said, "Yes."

Wen Heng's winning streak against the three members of the Chui Xing Sect has already qualified for the sword competition tomorrow, but the Chui Xing Sect fell into the same predicament as the Chunjun Sect just now.Lu Hongyi gritted her silver teeth angrily, and was about to continue sending people up, but Xue Qinglan said from the side: "Forget it, admit defeat."

"What did you say?"

Xue Qinglan stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Don't talk about them, even if you and I join forces, they may not be his opponent. Sending people up is just to deliver food, so it's better to admit defeat, at least it can save some face for the sect."

Lu Hongyi laughed angrily at his indifferent attitude, and said aggressively: "It's really strange, I have been in the Chuxingxingzong for 18 years, and I have never heard of this sect ever being concerned about 'face'! Protector Xue If you have time to worry about this, you might as well think about how to go back and explain to the suzerain that we traveled thousands of miles to Siyou Mountain, but we were beaten to death by an unknown kid!"

"We have already done what we should do. The situation has changed, and no one can do anything about it. Lu Hufa, we came to the Sword Discussion Conference to make a name for our sect, not to kill people casually and make enemies everywhere. You are killing a lot because of a little swordsman , wouldn’t the sect present hack us to death?” Xue Qinglan frowned and said, “Or do you think it’s too hard for me to seek revenge from the Chunjun sect alone, and you can’t wait to share one or two for me?”

"Bah, I don't care if you live or die!"

Lu Hongyi was furious, showing his true colors, gouged him out with hatred, and said in a loud voice: "Young Master Yue's martial arts are world-class, and I am willing to bow down to him. The Chuxing Xingzong can draw a tie with the Chunjun faction of the century-old Jianzong. This is really a worthwhile trip. This sect came here in high spirits, and returned when the excitement was exhausted, so I will not bother you, so I will bid farewell to you today, and see you in Jianghu tomorrow."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience.The masters of the Chu family exchanged glances quickly, and the head of the family, Chu Songzheng, shook his head, motioning to let them go.

Lu Hongyi is really good at finding a way out for herself.Now there are two people left on each side. Although everyone knows the outcome, she said it was "a tie".One sentence overwhelmed the provocation in the front and the deliberate plot in the back, and even gave a hand to the Chunjun faction, which indirectly raised the reputation of the Hanging Star Sect. This exit can be regarded as the most honorable ending.

Although she was at odds with Xue Qinglan, she was not stupid. Knowing that her family had no chance of winning, she might as well run away as soon as possible to avoid further embarrassment.

Lu Hongyi bowed to Yingying in the arena, ordered to return, and turned around to lead the people to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Xue Qinglan suddenly looked back.

Wen Heng jumped down from the arena and stood on the steps of Chengtai Terrace, still holding the broken sword in his hand, and said lightly: "I remember that as long as someone wins three people from the opposite sect in a row, they will be able to participate in tomorrow's competition. Why should Guardian Xue leave in a hurry? What about it? Although the Chuxingxingzong lost, you won against the three members of the Chunjun faction, didn't you?"

He suddenly took the initiative to stop him, but asked Xue Qinglan to stay by name. The reason was open and aboveboard, but his tone was weird. It always made people feel that he was uneasy and kind, and wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate the other party.

Xue Qinglan couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, she lowered her eyes slightly, avoiding his gaze, and said, "My skill is so poor, why dare to play tricks on me?"

"Really? That's a pity." Wen Heng said regretfully, "I still want to ask Xue Hufa for advice, but it seems that it won't be possible tomorrow."

Just standing face to face with him and talking to him, Xue Qinglan's heart throbbed with pain, and subconsciously echoed: "Yes."

"However," Wen Heng changed the subject and said quietly, "I've always been stubborn, if I can't do it this time, then next time. Protector Xue, the future will be long, we will always meet again."