These two swords can be said to be earth-shattering. They dare to use the name "Xingyue", and they do have the momentum of moving like wind and thunder, breaking mountains and cracking rocks. The sword light is everywhere, making people dazzled. Even a master who has been famous for many years, such as the Skeleton Sword Master, can't get anything good from his subordinates.
Quan Zhao has offended too many people. At this time, he was stabbed by Wen Heng. Although they were all slightly injured, when they saw the blood, the audience immediately applauded and cheered loudly. Flowing water feast to celebrate.
On the other hand, Wen Heng stood two steps away from him, and said indifferently, "offended".
Quan Zhao's face twitched, so strange, he hissed: "Your Excellency is good, but the old man doesn't cry without seeing the coffin. Today, I must decide the outcome with you."
Wen Heng smiled and said, "It's exactly what I want."
The two rushed towards each other at the same time, the long swords clamoring for each other, and both sides did their best, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves were rolled and rolled. Quan Zhao was wounded, but the advantage was that he had a powerful weapon in his hand. Although Wen Heng was pressing him with his swordsmanship, after all, he had not fought against anyone other than Su Youfeng in the past four years. Also holding a broken iron sword, 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.
Quan Zhao was pressed and beaten by Wen Heng. Seeing that the opponent's battle was getting smoother and smoother, he thought: "This kid only lacks some experience. If he can't win immediately, it will be detrimental to me if it drags on for a long time. I mustn't let him see through my tricks. It needs to be fought quickly.”
His thoughts turned, and he immediately used a move to press the bottom of the box.
Quan Zhao turned his wrist in a circle, and the sword shadow instantly turned into ten million, and the ghostly mist was shrouded in a ghostly atmosphere. Wen Heng's vision dimmed, but beyond the sword shadow, the miserable white skull on the sword grid also seemed to come alive, pressing down from all directions in layers. It's terrifying and indescribable. It's like a living person straying into the ghost realm. If you change to a less timid one, I'm afraid your legs will go weak 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, Wen Heng had to stare at the skull and observe it carefully. Fortunately, the bones only have one expression, so it's the same after seeing too much. Wen Heng concentrated for a moment, and suddenly raised his sword, but this time he also used the "Crushing Clouds and Breaking Fog" of the Chunjun faction. on that skull.
The phantom dissipated, and Quan Zhaoqing gave a ghostly smile on his sunken face.
He suddenly exerted strength, the pitch-black long sword was like a sinister viper, and he twisted the iron sword with the trend. The skull showed a mouth full of white teeth, biting the tip of the sword that was retreating, but he heard a few crisp sounds. , the long sword was instantly twisted into a pile of broken iron pieces, and only a bare hilt was left in Wen Heng's hand.
It was probably the first time that Wen Heng encountered such an absurd situation, with his life on the line, but he couldn't help laughing.
Quan Zhao: "..."
The clenched fingers loosened a little, Xue Qinglan let out a long breath gently, feeling a thin layer of cold sweat on her back, and being blown by the warm south wind, it turned cold all over her body.
The competitions at the Sword Conference are always on point. After all, the participants are all self-proclaimed "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 comparison, and he has to switch to another sword to fight again. Quan Zhao subconsciously looked at where Lu Hongyi was, but saw that her slender hands under the sleeves of the veil were slightly exposed, and she made a neat gesture.
The tip of the White Bone Sword had already dropped by half an inch, but when it was lifted, it stabbed at Wen Heng's chest like lightning.
Wen Changqing suddenly stood up: "Stop!"
But Quan Zhao could still hear the voices outside, but at this moment, there was only a cold killing intent in his heart. Wen Heng must die. As for how he will be criticized and scolded after killing Wen Heng, that will be a matter of the future.
He made his move very fast, even a god could not be saved. Before Wen Heng's raised mouth fell, the sword edge was approaching him. In the blink of an eye, he only had time to take a step to the right, the stride was negligibly small, and at the same time, he bent over to dodge, the pitch-black blade swiped across his neck, and it was only an inch away. his arteries.
This evasion is also considered to be exquisite, and the response speed is at its peak. Even Quan Zhao didn't realize that the sword was in vain, and continued to move forward along the momentum, but Wen Heng had already supported the ground with one hand, and the whole person jumped up, flew over Quan Zhao's head, and landed behind him. He pulled out/exited the broken sword that Xue Qinglan left on the ring.
Quan Zhao immediately stopped the momentum, but it was too late. He didn't even have time to turn around, when Wen Heng used his sword to hold his neck from behind.
Only the tip of the sword was broken, and the blades on both sides were still as sharp and undamaged. Moreover, it is the accessory used by the guardians of the Weeping Star Sect. Its hardness and sharpness are far better than Wen Heng's broken iron sword.
"Are you still fighting?" Wen Heng asked softly.
The situation was reversed in an instant. The last moment was the Skeleton Sword Master who saw that he was going to hit him with a single blow. The next moment, Wen Heng's sword could immediately cut into his neck.
Quan Zhao didn't answer, and Wen Heng didn't care about him, he said to himself, "I don't want to fight you anymore, you have too many tricks."
Quan Zhao let out a cold snort from his nostrils, whether it was resentment or ridicule, 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 compete with you in an upright manner. Otherwise, I don't think we need to waste our time."
"you!"
The left hand hidden in the sleeve of the robe immediately tightened, and five bone needles as thin as ox hair flashed between his fingers. Quan Zhao's conceit accumulated over the years was trampled under his feet several times in this short competition. At this moment, he could not see Wen Heng's expression, but somehow felt that the man's eyes penetrated the thick black robe, and all the ghost tricks were in his hands. There is nothing to hide under the eyes.
He subconsciously looked out of the corner of the eye to look at Lu Hongyi, and Wen Heng caught just such a small movement, and said thoughtfully, "Who am I, it turns out that I was taken care of by Protector Lu."
He suddenly withdrew his sword and pushed forward with a single palm. Quan Zhao only felt a strong wind blowing from behind, and the soles of his feet were suddenly empty, and the whole person was volleyed out by the heavy internal force, facing the direction of Lu Hongyi. Wen Heng's smiling voice still echoed in his ears: "By the way, thank you Hufa Xue for me. I use this sword very well. Who else in your sect is willing to try the sword with oneself? Come up together."
These words did not lower their voices, and everyone present heard it clearly and felt relieved. For a while, the audience was filled with thunderous cheers, and everyone in the Chunjun faction felt even more proud. The worry and anxiety caused by the poisoning these days were swept away, and some people even exclaimed excitedly: "Senior Brother Yue's Kung fu, sweeping the seven factions is no problem! Maybe we don't even have to play, Senior Brother Yue can win the 'No. 1 Sword Sect in the World' for this faction!"
"Junior brother be careful." Wen Changqing's initial luck has passed, but now he has calmed down and said solemnly, "Not to mention that it is difficult to compete with everyone by his own strength, in case the Chunjun faction really depends on him alone to win With the number one sword sect in the world, what face do I have to go back to the mountain to meet the elders? Will I only eat the trash waiting to die with my junior brother?"
Not to mention... Yue Chi was no longer a disciple of the Chunjun Sect. He is willing to help, so that the Chunjun faction will not be shamed in front of the heroes of the world, it is already full of old feelings.
The disciple was so refuted by him, his face flushed immediately, his arrogance disappeared, and only said: "Senior brother taught me, I am arrogant."
Elder Meng said: "Changqing is right. After he has finished this round, he will be called off. Changqing, you just said that Yue Chi gave you the detoxification recipe. We will ask Chu Jiajian when we take a break at noon later. Send to borrow some medicinal materials, as long as the poison is detoxified, our disciples will go up for the afternoon test."
Elder Meng has always been a clear-headed person, Wen Changqing calmed down a bit, and bowed to answer: "Yes."
Wen Heng has won the trio of Chui Xing Sect in a row, and is already qualified to play the sword tomorrow, but Chui Xing Sect is in the same predicament as Fang Cai's Chunjun faction. Lu Hongyi gritted her silver teeth in anger, and was still waiting to send people up, but she heard Xue Qinglan say 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 opponents. Sending people up is just to deliver food. It's better to just admit defeat, and at least you can save some face for this sect."
Lu Hongyi laughed angrily at his indifferent attitude, and said aggressively, "It's amazing, I've been in the Hanging Star Sect for 18 years, and I've never heard of this sect ever being concerned about 'face'! Xue The Dharma protector has time to worry about this, so why not think about how to explain to the sect master when we go back, we traveled thousands of miles to Siyou Mountain, but were beaten down by a little-known boy!"
"We have already done what we should do. The situation has changed, and no one can do anything about it. Hufa Lu, we are here to make a name for our sect, not to kill people casually or make enemies everywhere. You are killing people because of a little swordsman , wouldn't the sect present at the scene hack us to death?" Xue Qinglan frowned, "Or do you think it's too hard for me to seek revenge on the Chunjun faction 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 in a state of rage, and her true form was revealed. She glanced at him hatefully, and raised her voice: "Yue Shaoxia is unparalleled in martial arts, and his concubine is willing to bow down. It is indeed a worthwhile trip for the Chuixing Sect to draw a tie with the century-old Jianzong Chunjun faction. This sect came here on the verge of excitement, and when he was exhausted, he returned, so I won’t bother you, let’s say goodbye today, and see you in the rivers and lakes in the future.”
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar. The masters of the Chu family exchanged glances quickly, and the owner, Chu Song, shook his head, motioning to let them go.
Lu Hongyi really found herself going down the stairs. Now there are two people left on each side, although everyone already knows the outcome of the battle, in her mouth it is "a draw". One sentence overwhelmed the provocation at the front and the deliberate plot at the back, and he also held the Chunjun faction, indirectly raising the prestige of the Hanging Star Sect. This exit is the most decent ending.
Although she did not deal with Xue Qinglan, she was not stupid. Knowing that she had no chance of winning, she might as well run away as soon as possible, so as not to lose more face.
Lu Hongyi bowed to Yingying in the field, ordered the return trip, and turned around to lead the group to leave.
"Wait a minute!"
Xue Qinglan suddenly looked back.
Wen Heng jumped off the ring and stood on the steps of the terrace, holding the broken sword in his hand, and said lightly: "I remember that as long as someone wins the three opponents' sects in a row, they can participate in tomorrow's competition. Why should Hufa Xue leave in a hurry? What? Although the Weeping Star Sect lost, didn't you win the three Chunjun faction?"
He suddenly took the initiative to say something to stop him, but he asked Xue Qinglan to stay by name. The reason was dignified, but the tone was weird, which 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 it was like in her heart, she lowered her eyes slightly, avoiding his gaze, and said, "How dare you make an axe when you are not skilled in the art."
"Really? That's a pity." Wen Heng said regretfully, "I still want to ask Hufa Xue for some more advice. It seems that tomorrow will not be possible."
Xue Qinglan just stood talking to him face to face, her heart twitched with pain, and unconsciously echoed: "Yes."
"However," Wen Heng said quietly, turning the conversation around, "I've always been stubborn. If it doesn't work this time, then next time. Hufa Xue, it will be a long time in Japan, and we will meet again sometime."