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"Didn't the Ding Sanliuwu you're talking about just crippled his opponent yesterday? He's either a lunatic, or he's gone mad. I don't like him."

"When the sixth round is over and the support votes are counted, he should be eliminated!"

The outer disciples who were distributing the colored notes were annoyed when they heard these words, but they had expected it.

It is a fact that Brother Meng lost control on stage yesterday, and it is meaningless to deny and defend.

The key points of the mainstream style of play in exhibition games are graceful, precise, and free movement.Like Meng Heze getting flowers and cheers for the fourth round.

He dealt with his opponents calmly, and finally defeated the strong with the weak, but he didn't stop, there was no tragic scene of blood flying, bones and tendons broken.

"I really want to see some blood." Zhou Xiaoyun smiled sweetly, "I'm afraid you won't dare to come and see."

"Joke, my generation of monks is not a hothouse girl. When I go out to practice, I use my sword to slay demons and kill all directions. Who is afraid of seeing blood? But this is Dengwen Yahui. That Meng Heze has a cruel personality and violent style of fighting, not us. The right way for an exhibition game!"

Everyone spoke uprightly, maintained the authority and tradition of the conference, turned around and walked to other rings.

But he was so itchy by the words on the colored paper that he changed his tone after a while:

"So let's go and have a look first, so that we can criticize him with reason! Otherwise, he doesn't know where he is wrong!"

Meng Heze appeared on the stage under the cold eyes of the audience.

He was still wearing a high ponytail today, but he didn't wear the outer disciple's uniform, and changed into a snow-white robe on purpose.

The young sword cultivator has handsome features, and his brand-new white clothes are blown by the morning wind, with an outstanding demeanor.

This appearance caught everyone's eyes.

Soon someone came back to his senses and sneered:

"Did he think that changing into new clothes would make everyone forget about his crazy appearance last night?"

Opposite Meng Heze, an inner disciple of Huawei Sect came.

The man was wearing an exquisite robe unique to the inner sect, pacing with his hands behind his back, with a confident smile on his face.

As the host of this competition, Huawei Sect has more participating disciples than other sects, and it is common for fellow sects to meet each other.

The two stood still, but the other party did not salute each other with him. Instead, he reported his family background and said with emotion: "At this time last year, you used to run errands and do chores for me. You were busy all day just to earn three extra spirit stones. At this time this year , You and I are actually fighting on the same stage. It can be seen that the road to ascending immortals has turned a thousand times, and God's will is unpredictable!"

When he brought up the past, he didn't really want to reminisce about the old days, but because he wanted to defeat others without fighting, so he overwhelmed Meng Heze first.

Then Meng Heze's impatience and brutality set off his calm demeanor.

Compared with going crazy, it is obvious that lifting weights lightly can conquer the spectators and get support votes.

Meng Heze just raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Brother, please."

Everyone saw that before he finished speaking, the sword was out of its sheath.

And the opponent had expected it, and rushed to attack one step faster.

The swords crisscrossed, the sharp sound was piercing, and a line of blood spurted out, splashing on the stage!

"Ah!" The audience burst into exclamation.

How can there be blood when the first sword is fought?

Early in the morning, the sleepy people stared at Meng Heze's bleeding left arm as if they had been splashed with ice water, and woke up instantly.

The inner disciple of Huawei Sect was more surprised than the spectators in the audience, and was even taken aback.

This is not a sure-fire move, with Meng Heze's most famous light-hearted technique, it is easy to dodge it.

At the same time as he drew his sword, he had already judged several places where the opponent would dodge. Unexpectedly, Meng Heze would rather be injured than withdraw his sword for protection, and dodged to dodge.

Just for a sword to hit the real place, piercing his protective robe.

How can there be such a style of play?

Killing eight hundred enemies, self-defeating one thousand.

Could it be that Meng Heze wants to exchange injuries for injuries, and fast break to seize the early battle rhythm?

A bad premonition flashed in his heart.Immediately, he took out a protective mirror from the storage bag, and hung it in front of him, shining brightly.

For such a low-level protective magic weapon, Meng Heze needs to use at least five swords in a row to break through his protection.Wanted to save it for the next round...

Unexpectedly, as soon as the treasure mirror flew out, there was a loud bang, and a bright spark exploded!

Everyone retreated subconsciously.

Meng Heze also sacrificed a low-level self-defense magic weapon, but it detonated without thinking, and instantly shattered the mirror.

It is not easy to make a magic weapon, and the price is high.According to the usual fighting habits of ordinary monks, when encountering an enemy in the wild, the enemy's magic weapon is also a trophy.

It's not an explosion symbol.

"Then Meng Heze is really an outer disciple? Such a prodigal, the two magical artifacts were wiped out, and only heard a sound?"

"You don't know, he didn't buy it, he won it from Yaoguang Lake. It's not my own, so of course I don't feel sorry for blowing it up, it's just a festive blast!"

From the time the two stood on the ring to fighting with each other in just ten moves, they had already exploded eight magic weapons.

The expressions of Huawei's inner disciples changed from dignified to horrified - Meng Heze is simply crazy about how many magic weapons he has.

He is an inner disciple, not a direct disciple, and no matter how rich his family is, he cannot afford such trouble.

Only the audience feasted their eyes, and it was rare to appreciate the colorful light of the magic weapon explosion.

For this splendid fireworks, I can't wait to applaud and shout happily.

"I advise you to save it, otherwise, what will you do after the martial arts test? Do you run errands for me?"

Meng Heze asked suddenly.

These words were uttered from the mouth of an outer disciple, which made the opponent feel absurd, and then he was furious and wanted to curse.

The mind was a little confused, and another blood spattered.

This time it wasn't Meng Heze's blood.

The quick swords came out one after another, as if urged by silent pressure, the two fought faster and faster.

The angle of Meng Heze's falling sword was chosen, and the wound was not deep, but blood could be seen.It is also intentional to adjust the position when injured.

The blood flower exploded, the blood splashed, and the blood mist filled the air.

This is a feast of blood.

Meng Heze was beaten so fiercely that his white robe was stained red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's blood or his own.

"Beat the drums and get ready." Zhou Xiaoyun sent a voice transmission to the other outer disciples.

"Boom!" The sound of the drum came from nowhere.

Every splash of blood splashed, there must be a heavy drum falling.

Short, powerful, high-spirited and agitated, it seems to knock on the hearts of the audience, making people tremble.

In the shadow of the dazzling sword, the opponent was forced out of the arena by the quick sword and fell to the ground.

The audience was silent, no one spoke first, only the sound of panting.

Meng Heze was crumbling on the stage.

"Quick, let the pigeons go!" Zhou Xiaoyun sent another voice transmission.

The two outer disciples quietly opened the cage in their hands.

Six or seven pigeons flapped their wings and flew towards the ring.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the pigeons.Under the blue sky, the sunlight passed through the gaps between the white dove's wings and was sifted into pieces.

Meng Heze propped up his figure with his sword, stood firm, and stood alone in the ring. The light and shadow on his body were unpredictable, flickering.

A few pieces of pure white feathers fell and fell into a pool of blood.

Docile and holy doves are flying around him.

Bright red blood trickled down his eyebrows.

The extreme contrast brings the ultimate visual impact.

Meng Heze smiled.He was born handsome, even though his body was covered in blood, he smiled innocently and shyly, mixed with a cruel and violent temperament.

Shocking and dizzying.

"Ding Sanlu Wu Menghe Zesheng—" The deacon on the sidelines was the first to come back to his senses and shouted loudly.

The white dove flew in shock, and the audience cheered loudly.

Zhou Xiaoyun remembered what Meng Heze said before, and now she understands:

"...Just looking at a face, it's just a wooden beauty and a pink skull. We want to be different from others, so we need to create an atmosphere that makes people feel participatory and immersive."

"But the price is too heavy. Will Senior Brother Meng be able to move in the next game?"

She couldn't help worrying.

Meng Heze was calm when he left the field.

The outer disciples surrounded him.

Someone secretly asked: "The petals are ready, will you serve them later?"

"Don't use it for now, save something for tomorrow." Meng Heze said.

"Those lanterns that can fly into the sky..."

"I'll do it again in the evening." Meng Heze said, "Pay attention to my gestures."

"Other soundtracks for blowing, playing and singing are also ready."

"Okay, I'll change my style of play in the next round. You should pay attention to avoiding the deacon off the court." Meng Heze said.

His injury looked scary, but it wasn't that serious, and his mind was still clear and running fast.

The battle just now reappeared in his mind, and he began to review where he could do better.

On the contrary, the outer disciples off the field were more nervous than him, for fear of making mistakes.

"Senior Brother Meng, are we making a comeback this time?" Zhou Xiaoyun asked, "They all came to see you, and they couldn't take their eyes off it. There are almost no one around the other rings!"

Everyone looked at Meng Heze with hope.

Meng Heze shook his head:

"How can it be so easy? People love to look at you, but it doesn't mean they will vote for you. There are still a few tough battles to be fought if others want to vote willingly."

"Brother Meng, just now we went to adjust the reflection position of the bronze mirror, but we couldn't ensure that the beam hit you, at most there was only one spot of light." Three or four people rushed over, with eager expressions, "You can't use luminous magic tools on the sidelines, it will cause trouble. The deacon is alert, what should we do?"

Everyone frowned worriedly.In the evening scene, if the problem of lighting and supplementary lighting is not resolved, it will inevitably affect the overall effect of the plan.

Meng Heze pondered for a moment, and suddenly his spirits brightened:

"Senior Brother Song is studying the spotlight talisman this morning! The talisman is small and hidden, and it is more convenient to activate. It turns out that Senior Brother Song has thought of it a long time ago! Senior Brother has always been well-intentioned and careful!"