The battle of the inner sect continued, and in the next round, Jun Changxiao dispatched Ling Yuanxue.
Although the girl was a bit timid, but at the start of the match, she used the Explosive Fist and the Mountain Opening Palm in one go, sending her opponent flying away like punching a teacher to death!
Then fought two more.
So far, all the outer disciples who went to Death Valley to practice, except Zhou Hong, played and defeated their opponents, raising the total victory to sixty-four games.
The corners of the mouths of the various forces twitched violently.
Before the challenge started, who would have thought that it was not the Iron Bones faction that was blown away, but the Holy Spring sect!
"It's terrible!" Ma Yunteng was amazed.
The disciples brought by Jun Changxiao, even if he sent disciples from Cangshan to fight, the last one must lose!
Xi Jingxuan laughed and said, "Let's just say, if the Iron Skeleton faction headed by Jun has no strength, how dare they challenge the Holy Spring Sect."
Lier was completely silent.
She won all sixty-four games, even Miaohua Palace couldn't do it!
Murong Xin murmured: "It turns out that his sect is so strong."
"snort."
The senior sister said indifferently: "At any rate, it is a fifth-rate sect. It is really shameful to be so weak."
She didn't understand yet, it wasn't that the Holy Spring Sect was weak, but that the Iron Bone Sect was too strong!
Next, there is actually no need to fight anymore, because the Holy Spring Sect, which lost 64 games in a row, not only lost the face of a fifth-rate sect, but even lost their underwear!
but.
Elder Jin sent his disciples to fight again!
This inner sect disciple looked almost thirty years old, and his strength was at the level of a fourth-rank martial artist.
During the period, it was not that the Holy Spring Sect did not send fourth-rank martial artists to fight, but they were still defeated by the disciples of the second-rank martial artists of the Iron Bones Sect.
In the face of a group of metamorphosis and state piled up with various resources, it is difficult to win without absolute level suppression.
Jun Changxiao originally planned to let Tian Qi play.
Ma Yongning took the initiative to ask Ying to say: "Master, please let me play!"
Both Yihei and Erhei appeared on the stage, coaxing Liu Wanshi very happy, he couldn't bear the thought of fighting for a long time.
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Alright."
"brush!"
Ma Yongning stepped into the martial arts arena.
He was still holding the severed and reattached knife, proudly said: "Fight with a weapon."
The disciples of the Holy Spring Sect who went to battle looked at Elder Jin, and after receiving his instruction, they sacrificed the three-foot long sword.
"A disciple of the Holy Spring Sect, Lan Jing."
"A disciple of the Iron-Bone Sect, Ma Yongning."
After registering their numbers, the fighters of each faction were a little speechless.
The two of them are so old, especially Ma Yongning of the iron-boned sect, who looks to be in his forties or fifties, and is only a disciple, what a mess!
I'm only twenty-nine!
Who the hell is forty or fifty years old!
Ma Yongning said: "At the beginning of the match, you should move first, because my knife is out of its sheath, and you will have no chance."
Lan Jing: "..."
This middle-aged man is so arrogant!
"Go!" shouted the referee.
"Clang—"
Lan Jing's long sword was out of its sheath, and he rushed forward. During the process, his wrist shook, and intricate sword flowers were intertwined in an instant!
"The Wave Sword Technique!"
"This is a top-grade sword skill!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Facing the sword flower like a stormy sea, Ma Yongning smiled faintly, put down the knife, and rested his right hand on the handle.
"Hoo hoo!"
In an instant, a gurgle of heavy sabers filled the whole body, exuding a desolate atmosphere that seemed to come from Mobei.
"This knife intent..."
A strong man exclaimed in surprise: "He is a knife repairer!"
"What?"
Everyone's eyes widened.
Sword repair and sword repair are very rare in the Starfall Continent!
"Clang—"
At this moment, Ma Yongning took a step forward, and the knife with obvious repair marks was unsheathed, and the desolate atmosphere erupted instantly, like a sandstorm.
"The Knife of the Northern Desert!"
"call!"
The saber energy whizzed out, smashing the attacking sea waves and sword flowers with the force of Trigula.
"not good!"
Lan Jing's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he hurriedly withdrew to the sidelines!
"boom!"
The thick sword qi slashed on the stone slab, showing a knife mark more than five meters long!
Lan Jing, who fled to the sidelines, broke out in cold sweat from behind.
Ma Yongning's sword intention was not to hurt people, otherwise, he would not be able to escape, but would have been split open!
Ironbone Pie wins again!
At this time, what the forces of all parties care about is not the sixty-five victories, but the fact that the seemingly very old Iron Bone Sect disciple is actually a knife repairer!
Jun Changxiao was also a little stunned.
I have fought with Ma Yongning before, and he was not so strong at that time.
"Wow!"
Liu Wanshi excitedly said: "That's amazing!"
Hearing what the little girl said, Ma Yongning slowly withdrew the knife, with the arrogance that a swordsman should have on his face.
"Ding! The disciple defeated the inner disciple of the Holy Spring Sect by 15/15, which meets the hidden standard. The completion of the epic task is 60%, and the host gets 200 contribution points."
"Ding! Sect contribution value: 1905/2000."
It seems that reaching the hidden standard means defeating a few more people than the original ones.
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Elder Jin, I'm sorry, but I was lucky enough to win again."
"..." Everyone collapsed.
Master Jun, your iron-bone faction was lucky to win sixty-five games, and you almost cried the Holy Spring Sect!
"Elder!"
Qing Linfeng couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "Disciple please fight!"
Elder Jin suppressed his boundless anger, and said with high hopes: "Linfeng, we must win!"
"yes!"
Qing Linfeng walked up to the martial arts arena and stopped in the central area with an extremely solemn expression.
His junior brother had lost all 65 games, which was unacceptable to him, so this battle must be won no matter what!
"The disciples of the Holy Spring Clan have joined the battle!"
"It's time to send him on the stage to boost the morale of the disciples who will appear later!"
"Judging from his aura, Master Linfeng is at least a sixth-rank extreme martial artist!"
"Tsk tsk, an extreme martial artist at this level must have at least 80,000 jin of strength!"
When Qing Linfeng appeared on the stage, all forces finally realized that the Holy Spring Sect had to be taken seriously.
If Elder Jin knew what they were thinking, he would definitely vomit blood, because my Holy Spring Sect has already taken the battle of inner disciples seriously, but we can't win at all!
"snort."
Leader Qin said coldly: "Mr. Linfeng has the best spiritual roots and is a top martial artist, let alone a disciple of the Iron Bones faction, even if Jun Changxiao goes out to fight, he will be brutally tortured!"
"Finally there is a good show to watch!" The head of Changdaomen and the alliance boss laughed.
Sixty-five matches were fought, and the iron-boned faction won sixty-five matches, which made them feel cool. Now that Qing Linfeng is playing, he is showing a strong aura, and he immediately regains his spirits!
It's just... Even if you really win the next game, it's useless!
"This person is not weak."
Jun Changxiao held his chin, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I'm guilty, you go and meet him."
"yes."
Xiao Zuiji walked over.
After standing in the center of the martial arts arena, he said: "Iron-strength faction, Xiao Zuiji!"
Xiao Zuiji
The fighters from all sides were stunned, and they all looked at Murong Xin who was watching the battle from a distance.
"Junior Sister."
The senior sister was also surprised and said: "This Xiao Zuiji, could it be your former fiancé?"
Murong Xin remained silent, her bright eyes kept looking at the man standing proudly on the martial arts arena, and secretly said: "Your fellow disciple is very strong, how about you?"