Looking at the cold female swordsman with explosive aura in the field, people suddenly remembered something...
Many people did not come to this "Langya Sword Contest". Apart from those who could not be found, had something else to do, or made excuses not to come, the largest group of absentees were aliens.
People have not forgotten that Chi Li has always held the top spot in the Qianlong list for the past two or three years, and the number of foreigners on the Qianlong list is not much less than that of people from Shenzhou.
So out of the two hundred and fifty or so hidden dragons, only a few dozen showed up.
The fourth and fifth Qianlong are now from foreign races and are not present.
And Xia Chichi is sixth.
In other words, under Wang Zhaoling and Situ Xiao, Xia Chichi was actually the number one.
With this thought in mind, many people felt that it was normal for us not to go up... After waiting for half a cup of tea, suddenly many people turned their heads to look at the position to the right of Wang Zhaoling.
The man being watched sighed and slowly stood up: "Yang Bugui from Hongnong, please teach me, Saint Xia."
No matter how many labels Hongnong Yang has, Yang Bugui will be the seventh hidden dragon.
If Xia Chichi has a most suitable opponent, it is of course him.
Xia Chichi said calmly: "Why are you so late, Mr. Yang?"
Yang Bugui said: "I don't want to compete with you in a round-robin battle. This should be a battle between you and me."
Zhao Changhe, who was staring at him closely, nodded slightly. Xia Chichi's pretty face under the mask also smiled a little: "If you beat me, there will be no such problem."
"Not bad." Yang Bugui slowly raised his sword: "Please teach me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp blue and white light reached his forehead.
The blue is the sword light, the white is the clothes. The flying piercing of man and sword in unison is an indescribably beautiful scene, but what you feel is the horror of death.
Yang Bugui had never felt such extreme destruction and sharpness in a battle of the same level. He almost avoided all the gentle directions of the "White Tiger" attribute and took the most extreme killing. This strong desire for destruction can only be said to be worthy of the name of the Demon Sect.
But it must be admitted that it is really strong. Yang Bugui knows that he cannot block this sword. It is so powerful that even if you block it with your sword, the inertia can still continue to brush your throat.
He suddenly stepped aside and dodged, pointing a sword at Xia Chichi's mask.
The beautiful eyes beneath the mask are firm, sharp and resolute, and they are determined and fearless.
Yang Bugui's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, this is bad.
With a "snap", the icy soul slashed across Yang Bugui's chest, and blood splattered.
The mask split into two, with a few strands of hair flying away, slowly revealing the stunningly beautiful face hidden under the tiger mask.
Zhao Changhe stood up suddenly.
Yang Bugui covered the sword wound on his chest and said in a hoarse voice: "I underestimated Miss Xia's fighting spirit. I deserve this defeat. I admire you."
Xia Chichi held the hilt of the sword upside down and clasped his fists without answering.
Finally, someone didn't understand and asked Wang Zhaoling, "What's going on? Are they so helpless against such a move?"
Wang Zhaoling silently looked at Xia Chichi's beautiful face and responded in a low voice: "Brother Yang's sword was a very conventional response. After all, this is a sparring situation. As long as the opponent doesn't want to fight to the death, he will dodge, and her sharp sword will be broken. But this Saint Xia... She wanted to fight quickly and didn't want to be exhausted too much, so she took advantage of the protective effect of the special mask and took it hard, hoping to defeat the enemy with one sword. Brother Yang underestimated her determination, which led to her defeat."
Everyone took a breath, and their eyes towards Xia Chichi changed a little.
Is it that serious, girl? Your mask is not a magical item. If it fails to block the attack, you will be disfigured!
No, damn, she is so beautiful!
The entire banquet hall was silent, and everyone just stood there looking at Xia Chichi's pretty face.
Summer is here, how late it comes...
It was too late for her to become famous all over the world... Even this time, it was not for herself, but for Zhao Changhe.
Xia Chi Chi didn't care about his true identity being exposed, and remained calm: "Who else wants to teach me next?"
Still total silence.
Wang Zhaoling frowned tightly.
Even if Yang Bugui couldn't defeat Xia Chichi, he would definitely cause huge losses. If there were no two people in the next round of battle, she would lose. I didn't expect this battle to end like this. Xia Chichi didn't consume much except for destroying an insignificant mask. If it continues like this, let alone winning many games, I'm afraid she might really beat them all by herself.
Moreover, this witch was extremely ruthless. Both opponents were seriously injured at this time. She knew very well that victory or defeat was determined by the "number of wins". People like Yang Bugui might still get more wins than her through various operations, so she would just injure them.
The clan's treasures are used to lure Zhao Changhe, not to be given to the Four Elephants Sect...
Even if Xia Chichi gave it to Zhao Changhe, it would become that the Wang family was giving a gift to Xia Chichi as a favor. It would be so unfair to be the victim.
He finally sighed: "If I do it myself, will the girl think I am bullying her?"
Xia Chichi's expression, which had always been cold, now turned into a sardonic smile: "It is only natural for Prince Wang to test the sword of Qianlong. You should have been the first to challenge the heroes like Situ Xiao, instead of trying to stop others from winning like you are doing now. Prince, are you feeling a little uncomfortable now?"
Wang Zhaoling pursed his lips and did not refute.
Xia Chichi said calmly: "Since we are here, let's fight. I am not necessarily inferior to you, so why do you have to create a high profile that suppresses the whole scene... Excuse me, you are not worthy."
This is indeed true... Qianlong No. 3 and No. 6, the two are already very close in the eyes of Luanshishu. To say that they are at the same level and it is almost impossible to jump to the next level is just "almost". A young man who lacks experience and a demon girl who has been tempered in the demon sect, it is hard to say who will win.
Xia Chichi's words were rude, but Wang Zhaoling was not angry. He just smiled and said, "I didn't deliberately create this attitude. If I don't even have this kind of confidence, this Qianlong No. 3 will be embarrassed. I will not use weapons in this battle. I will fight the enemy with bare hands. Miss, please pay attention."
Xia hesitated for a moment, then suddenly flashed and stabbed Wang Zhaoling's throat with his sword again.
The momentum, moves, and angle were exactly the same as the ones used to stab Yang Bugui just now, fierce and murderous, capable of destroying mountains and rivers.
However, no one knows whether the intentions are the same, and this is also a form of psychological warfare.
Yang Bugui, who was bandaging his wounds nearby, stared at the sword intently, to see how Wang Zhaoling, who was able to analyze other people's battle situations clearly, would perform in the situation himself.
Wang Zhaoling's performance was very simple, he just pushed out a palm in an ordinary manner.
In an instant, the sea roared and the mountains and rivers changed color.
It was as if dark clouds were covering the city, blocking out the sun, but suddenly a strong wind blew up and swept past, as if a god or Buddha stretched out his giant hand and swept away the heavy clouds. Then the sky was high and the air was clear, with no clouds in sight.
The divine arrow that was flying towards the scorching sun in the sky just hit the raging wind and cloud, and was directly blown back, swaying and falling like a feather.
Xia Chichi's sword, which was so sharp and murderous, was slapped back by a palm. She flew backwards, and her embroidered shoes left a long mark on the ground. She supported herself on the ground with her left hand, raised her head slightly, and her eyes were full of surprise.
This young man seemed to be the opposite of Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe was a big man, and he was only good at small grappling moves with his fists and palms; while Wang Zhaoling, who looked like a refined young man, actually attacked with such overwhelming ferocity!
Strength can defeat skill. Xuan Chong calls him the second most powerful man in the world, the Palm that can control the sky and the sea!
Whether he uses weapons or not, it doesn't really make much difference...
Many people were really fascinated by the show, from Situ Xiao and Zhao Changhe, to Xia Chichi and Yang Bugui, and now to Wang Zhaoling.
The style of Shenzhou Qianlong shone brightly within half an hour, arousing the blood of countless peers. At this moment, almost no one cared about winning or losing or saving face. They also wanted to fight!
Except Zhao Changhe.
He tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, staring at Wang Zhaoling's palm, fearing that he would not be able to take the next blow...
Wang Zhaoling leaped over, looking down from above, and slapped Xia Chichi who was supporting himself on the ground below.
Xia Chichi raised his head suddenly, and his sword rushed up like a tornado. The sword energy swept up like a tsunami and rushed straight into the sky.
The previous palm could clear the clouds in the sky, can this palm calm the ocean
No... that was not a tsunami.
The sword energy suddenly took on a spiral shape and drilled straight up. The onlookers seemed to see a green dragon's head rushing out from the surging waves, roaring and ascending to the sky.
The Azure Dragon raises its head!
She is not only the White Tiger Saint, but also the Legend of the Azure Dragon!
"boom!"
The sword energy broke into the palm wind, making a sharp scream.
Then a strong wind blew away, scattering the world in all directions. Xia Chichi was thrown backwards in a spin and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly a hand came onto her back, releasing the force, and then releasing it again, taking her back four or five steps, and completely eliminating the energy surrounding her.
Xia Chi didn't look back, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Without looking back, she knew that there could be no one else except Zhao Changhe. Normally, she shouldn't interfere in this competition, but Xia Chichi didn't blame Zhao Changhe for being nosy. She knew that without his help, she would not be able to eliminate the qi and would be injured.
His eyes were very sharp, and he had a clear grasp of the battle situation at the seventh and eighth levels of the Xuanguan, but he couldn't bear to watch it, and didn't want to suffer any hidden injuries.
Compared to the love he has for his wife, what does winning or losing matter
Wang Zhaoling did not pursue him. He looked down at the bloodstain on his palm and whispered, "You can really hurt me... I am too arrogant to use my bare hands... The Four Symbols Saintess is worthy of her reputation."
Zhao Changhe led Xia Chichi back to relieve the pressure and answered directly: "Brother Wang is wise. I admit defeat on behalf of Chichi."
Interfering is a foul, but as long as you admit defeat it is not a problem.
Xia Chichi curled her lips but did not refute. She let him do whatever he wanted like a young wife.
The onlookers bulged their eyes.
Weren't you a cold-blooded swordsman just now? What are you doing now
Wang Zhaoling also felt a bit amused: "You took away all the force she should have endured, and she didn't even get hurt. My hand was slightly injured, but you acted like your wife was beaten..."
Zhao Changhe: “…”
"So Brother Zhao's intention is to fight for her and continue the competition?"
Xia Chichi was afraid that Zhao Changhe would participate on impulse, so he rushed to say, "It's a competition of wins, not an elimination system. Why can't I continue just because I lost a game? Come again!"
"Sister, you should take a break." The sound of difficult swallowing came from the sidelines.
Everyone turned to look. Cui Yuanyang's cheeks were bulging with food. He barely swallowed the last bite of cake and said, "I'm almost choking to death..."
Cui Yuanyang stood up, stretched his arms, did some stretching exercises, and jumped again: "Qinghe Cui Yuanyang, please give me some advice, heroes from all over the world."
(End of this chapter)