It is said that her ex-husband's name is Yang Jian

On the brightly lit square stood the members of the Wu clan from various tribes, with excited, cautious, or worried expressions on their faces. On the competition platform with a radius of tens of feet in the middle, because the distance was too far, the two figures standing opposite each other It looks a little small.

However, for the people of the Wu clan, this distance is nothing. Those who join the Eight-Party League are all warriors from various tribes, and their cultivation bases are not too low. I can see clearly.

For Ji Liuyue, who is good at spiritual eyesight, and Yang Jian, who has heavenly eyes, it is not a problem. The only thing she can't see clearly is Chang'e, and the guards arranged by Hou Yi for her are not too high. It is a great humiliation for a warrior of the Wu tribe to serve as an attendant to a woman of the tribe. Houyi can't cover the sky with one hand, so it is naturally not easy to make such an arrangement. Second, this is Houyi's own territory, not I was worried that Chang'e would be in danger, so I arranged for two ordinary witches to take orders from her.

In a tense and chilling atmosphere, the people on the stage finally moved.

Luo stomped her left foot, put her left hand across her chest, leaned forward, and ran towards Hou Yi with a knife in her right hand. Her knife slashed across the ground made of hard black gold stone, sparking sparks.

When he reached the place three feet in front of Hou Yi, he leaped and slashed down from the air, without extra fancy moves.

Under the light of the moonlight and fire, the light of the knife was faster than lightning, crisp and full of power, and the hearts of the onlookers were chilled. They didn't want to see each other in ten years, Luo Yi made such a move, and they couldn't help thinking in their hearts , If it is me, can I take Luo's knife, and if I take it, how should I take it.

Because she couldn't see clearly, Chang'e panicked more and more. She naturally believed in Hou Yi, but that knife was too powerful. A look of worry flashed across her face, and the hands in her sleeves were tightly clenched, without even noticing that her nails were stuck in her palms.

Hou Yi can catch it naturally. His weapon is a seven-foot giant sword. The broad sword is engraved with complicated patterns. Just lying there, it is full of generosity.

Luo's saber came down, but Hou Yi didn't dodge it. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, he blocked the saber just before it reached three feet from his forehead, then turned it around, and stabbed at Luo instead.

The timing and angle of action are just right.

"Okay!" The people of the "Yi" tribe burst into cheers, and Chang'e gently let out the breath she had been holding.

At this time, Luo was unable to borrow strength in mid-air. Hou Yi's sword stabbed towards him with thunderous force. This simple but powerful sword had calculated the way she could block it. The way of retreat seemed inevitable. avoid.

The situation was serious, even if she had confidence in Luo, Ji Liuyue couldn't help being nervous.

Luo didn't run away. She lowered her waist at an inconceivable angle in the air, rolled over to avoid Houyi's sword light, slammed each other on the left and right, turned around quickly, put all her strength on the knife, and dived into her hand. When the sword came out, it met Houyi's endless backstrokes after his sword failed. The swords collided, crackling and emitting a burst of flames.

One person is above and the other is below. This is a pure competition of strength. Hou Yi has no expression on his face, and Luo's eyes are calm. In the end, Hou Yi took three steps back, and Luo fell to the ground from the sky, and also took three steps back.

"Good!" This is the applause from the warriors of the "Cang" tribe.

Three tricks passed in a blink of an eye, and this was just the beginning.

The two people on the stage sometimes moved closer and sometimes separated. Hou Yi's moves were majestic and full of strength, while Luo's moves were tough and powerful, as stable as a mountain.

At the beginning there were applause and discussions, but later on, everyone no longer cared about the discussion, and their eyes were fixed on the stage, afraid of missing even a single move.

Silent.

Houyi and Houluo's competition is much better than the competition between Nezha and Huang Tianhua in the Xiqi Army Camp back then. Ji Liuyue majored in spells and was not good at physical skills. Watching, she was fascinated with enthusiasm, and a big competition stage automatically evolved in the sea of ​​consciousness, engraving every move of Houyi and Luo, and her consciousness followed their movements closely to respond.

Their moves seemed to contain some kind of law between heaven and earth, which she half understood, but still couldn't grasp.

The battle between Houyi and Luo became more and more fierce, and the battle between Ji Liuyue and Zhihai was equally fierce. Her eyes gradually turned red, and large drops of sweat dripped from her forehead. What is that law?What is the core thing?

is that so?No, it should be like this!

There was a sharp pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, but she insisted on thinking of the faintly visible trick, the blood in her heart surged, her throat was sweet, and she was about to spit out a mouthful of heart blood. Suddenly, a mellow aura came from Her meridian enters directly into the dantian, making her wake up instantly.

"Close your eyes and meditate, and receive your work."

Ji Liuyue closed her eyes, followed Yang Jian's instructions, and under the guidance of his aura, she calmed down, and her mana circulated for a big circle, slowly suppressing the restlessness.

Yang Jian looked at her and asked worriedly, "Is it better?"

Ji Liuyue nodded and was afraid for a while: "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I might go crazy."

Yang Jian put his hand down from her back, turned to hold her hand and said in a low voice: "The witch clan was transformed from the flesh and blood of Pangu, and its cultivation comes from the natural blood inheritance, inheriting the law from the beginning of the world and the beginning of the prehistoric world." , Luo and Hou Yi's cultivation base is far better than yours, you can see it, but don't get trapped in it anymore, or it will be bad if you are backlashed."

"Well, I see." Ji Liuyue lowered her head and replied in a low voice.

"Ah!" "Pfft!"

The screams one after another made her raise her head again, only to see the witches around her vomit blood and fall to the ground in twos and threes. Only two or three out of ten of them stood intact and strong. They must be the same as her just now. Backfired.

The martial arts arena is equipped with a special formation, and the material is also special. Its effect is similar to that of the magic weapon in a bowl that Jiang Ziya borrowed before. It can control the energy leakage and keep the battlefield in one place. Repairs can't be finished every day.

And they were just watching, and they were affected by this majestic momentum. One can imagine what it would be like on the martial arts arena. Hou Yi and Luo were like this, and what should the Twelve Ancestral Witches and their equally famous Emperor Taiyi be like? How powerful!

The witch clan is so powerful, fearless of the world, coupled with the impulsive and irritable monster clan who fears the world will not be chaotic, Hongjun Hedao represents the way of heaven, but the two Lich clans only listen to the words of the ancestor of Dao, and forget when they turn their heads. Forget it, if they are here, the world will never be peaceful, and the human race will never have a bright future. The master once said that since the prehistoric era, the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the lich war, the human race should be prosperous, could it be that this is the way of heaven? Is it the reason for the demon extermination?

Thinking that the Wu Clan will eventually be wiped out, and those Qing, Hong and others who treated her well, as well as Luo, will all be annihilated in the world, Ji Liuyue suddenly feels upset and not in a good mood. Not so interesting anymore.

Fighting from dusk to late night, and from late night to early morning, one night passed, Houyi and Luo still hadn't decided the winner, and the onlookers were still full of energy, even those who were vomiting blood refused to leave the field.

Suddenly, Houyi and Luo clashed swords again, and Qiqi was broken.

Their swords are all made of sharp and strong fine iron, made by the most powerful blacksmith of the Wu tribe, and blessed with the spells blessed by the ancestral witches. After all, they cannot withstand the force of several impacts, and they will die before the mission is completed.

Everyone was stunned, and Hou Yi and Luo were also a little surprised. Hou Yi opened his mouth, and was about to say that today would be the end of the day, but Luo threw the broken knife to the ground, fisted with both hands, and attacked again.

What are swords?It's just a foreign object!A witch's body is the most powerful weapon!I have waited for so many years to wait until today. If I stop here, when will I have to wait next time?Maybe the elders and the others won't let her go out again!

Thinking of how he was able to come with everyone after repeatedly promising to the leader and elders that he would not cause trouble before going out, Luo clenched his fists, and his heart became a little more determined. Years don't matter!

You come and I block, you advance and I retreat, you accept and attack, Hou Yi and Luo threw away their weapons and started fighting with punches and kicks.

Everyone who was sitting stood up, and Chang'e was especially nervous. She was highly concentrated all night. She couldn't hold on anymore, but she refused to go first and just stood there.

Houyi kicked horizontally, and with his movement, the air was rippled layer by layer, and the dust on the ground was lifted up three feet, which showed the strength of this kick. Involuntarily, he slid back more than ten feet, stomped his foot hard on the ground, leaving a one-foot hole in the ground, knelt on one knee, and then stabilized his figure.

Everyone was in an uproar, did Hou Yi exert his strength?Luo is going to lose?

Luo's hands were trembling a little, she squeezed her fists hard, watched Hou Yi approaching step by step, and yelled: "Ah!"

Following the cry, he punched hard on the competition platform.

A big hole opened on the stage instantly, and the rocks flew towards Hou Yi. Hou Yi stopped and smashed the boulder flying towards him with one punch.

There was chaos on the martial arts arena, and the rocks on the stage flew out of the stage and fell into the audience. Although the stones flew with huge power, after all, they flew so far, and the power was reduced a lot. Those present did not have fuel-efficient lamps, so they easily knocked down the stone that was thrown at them to the ground.

Martial arts competitions among the Wu people often hurt Chi Yu, they are used to it, and those who are incapable will go far away, and if they are injured, they can only blame themselves for their lack of skill.

Oh, no, there is a helpless pond fish in the middle.

"Ah!" Chang'e screamed, dodging and dodging to the left, panicked footsteps, tripped by the long skirt, looked at the stones flying towards her, and closed her eyes helplessly.

The expected great pain did not come, and there were extra hands on her waist. Chang'e opened her eyes in surprise, and saw a strange man standing in front of her, looking at her worriedly. His skin was fair and handsome, and his eyes were like stars. It doesn't look like a member of the Wu clan.

"Xian, cough, are you alright?" Yang Jian coughed, straightened Chang'e, let go and asked.

Chang'e came back to her senses and saluted, "Thank you, warrior!"

As he said that, he glanced at him quietly again, a little curious, the Wu tribe didn't like him, he knew it, if he was in danger, he could pretend not to see them, and they would pretend not to, the guards Yi arranged for him were not bad. Knowing why he vomited blood, he went to the sidelines to rest. He thought that he might lose his life in such a muddle this time, but he didn't expect to be saved by the Wu tribe.

But her curiosity was only fleeting. What she was most worried about now was Hou Yi. The man in front of her had good intentions for her, so Chang'e asked him for help: "I don't know what's going on in the field, so I ask the warrior to tell me about myself!"

Yang Jian stared at the venue and began to explain like Chang'e.

Ji Liuyue calmly waved away the stones and dust with her sleeves, and turned her head to glance. Yang Jian seems to have a good relationship with Chang'e. However, if this is really ancient times, Yang Jian has met Chang'e now. Does it mean that history has been changed? Will there be Yang Jian in Chang'e's memory?

The sky was pale, and Hou Yi and Luo both suffered some injuries, but they still fought tirelessly.

The temperature was a bit high, Ji Liuyue looked up at the sky, it was so dazzling, hey, why are there ten suns?Is she dazzled?