Mingkang raised his eyebrows: "There is a swordsman from Waixuanmen!"

Although Shen Dingnan was a little surprised, he still protected his people and said: "No one stipulates that only warriors who practice inner magic are allowed to use swords. We in outer Xuanmen also have young people who are good at using swords."

On the field, Situ Yingjun was so frightened that he was sweating all over. This Fu Yuan was clearly just a bulky guy, but just now he gave him the feeling of a swordsman fighting against him, making him sweat profusely and not dare to slack off anymore.

He raised his sword and stepped forward, this time directly attacking Fu Yuan's weak points. With his body's sensitivity, it was absolutely impossible for him to have time to defend himself.

However, something strange happened again. Fu Yuan dodged the first sword with an astonishing pace, and then took a heavy step to the side. The pressure of his strength shook the sword that was still in the air, and then he drew the sword as fast as the wind. In an instant, he clicked several times on the snow sword, which made it buzz. Situ Yingjun could hardly control it and almost flew out of his hand.

Situ Yingjun said in horror: "This is simply not something a person of your size can do. Who are you!"

Fu Yuandao: "It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he can beat you, that's all, right?"

"Humph, you are too happy too early!" Situ Yingjun sneered, pulled out another snow sword, and said: "You can resist one sword, but what about the two swords?"

Liu Mang watched from a distance and sneered. Thirteen ice swords had been defeated by him, let alone two?

I saw Situ Yingjun holding the sword in both hands and attacking again, but this time Fu Yuan was faster than him and took the initiative to attack instead of passively defending. The wooden sword went over his head and slashed down. The short four-foot wooden sword actually struck in his hand. The momentum of a giant axe, like chopping down a mountain directly, covered Situ Yingjun's head. Situ Yingjun could only raise his two swords to defend himself.

Swish.

When the wooden sword was slashed, it did not make the clanging sound of metal colliding as everyone expected, but the crisp sound of metal being cut off.

A trace of blood appeared on Situ Yingjun's face. The wooden sword directly cut off his two snow swords, almost splitting his head in two. Fu Yuan had to hold back in an emergency, otherwise it would be broken into two halves now. But it’s not just Snow Sword.

Situ Yingjun sat down slumped and said: "I lost."

The entire audience was silent, no one could believe what just happened.

"Hey, is that a disciple of the Outer Xuanmen? Why is he more proficient in swordsmanship than our disciples of the Inner Xuanmen?"

The disciples of Nei Xuan Sect were all shocked and couldn't believe what they saw.

However, it did happen. The stupid Fu Yuan used a wooden sword to knock down the sword genius of Neixuanmen. This is simply a miracle!

Fu Yuan walked off the stage with his wooden sword in hand. He still didn't know what had just happened. He seemed to say some words that he didn't mean, but he felt cool when he said them subconsciously.

Liu Mang came over, patted him on the shoulder, took back the wooden sword, and said: "Well done, young man."

The score reached ten to ten, and there were four games left. This was the careful thinking of the Outer Xuanmen and the Neixuanmen. They did not choose an odd number, but chose 24 games that were likely to have a tie in the final points.

But Mingkang felt very bad now, and asked Master Wu to quickly hold a short meeting with the disciples, asking them to pay attention.

In the next scene, a tall and lean boy appeared at Waixuanmen.

Shen Dingnan introduced: "Old Sect Master Ming, this is the hope of our Outer Xuan Sect, called Mu Yi. He is only twenty-seven years old this year. He was lucky enough to swallow a king-level monster egg and become a king's body."

Mingkang shook his head and said: "Just relying on the power of the outside world is not a true hero."

Shen Dingnan had a smile on his face, but he was actually scolding his mother in his heart: "Don't your inner Xuanmen rely on the power of the outside world?"

Mingkang said: "Another wooden sword."

Shen Dingnan looked around and saw that Mu Yi was indeed holding a wooden sword in his hand.

"Mu Yi uses a wooden sword. This is reasonable. He has learned everything."

Mingkang, don't look away. Don't speak rashly this time.

This time the person in the Neixuanmen is a woman. She is dressed in white as snow, with black hair like a waterfall, and eyes of autumn water, just like a fairy in the dust.

She held a white horse in her hand and said with a smile: "Bi'er has met Senior Brother Mu Yi."

Mu Yi also clasped his fists: "Hello, Junior Sister Tang Bi."

Liu Mang smiled bitterly in the distance: "A beautiful woman has come here, and her strength is as high as a top-level fighting king. Even if I play in person, I still have to be very energetic."

He has already told Liang Jia that Waixuanmen has sent out several trump cards before, and now Mu Yi is considered the top one. He is not as strong as Tang Bi, but he can use the sword a little bit.

Liu Mang's eyes lit up with career fire: "It seems that if you want to win, you have to use some tricks."

"Please give me some advice, Senior Brother Mu Yi!"

"Please enlighten me!"

The two of them took action at the same time, and the white horse wrapped around Mu Yi.

Liu Mang's heart moved a few miles away, and Mu Yi's eyes immediately caught fire. The next moment, he broke through the white armor with his sword and flew out, shouting: "The swordsmanship of the God King!"

Everyone was shocked. The God King Sword Technique was a sword technique that had been lost for countless years. It was so powerful that it could open up the world and no monk could take it on.

The female disciple Tang Bi was no exception. She turned pale with fright and backed away repeatedly.

However, Mu Yi only fired a few rays of sword light, knocking the white horse back, and then immediately retreated.

Mingkang smiled and said: "The thunder is loud and the raindrops are small."

Shen Dingnan had a lot of time: "I don't necessarily have to use the moves that I shout out."

At this time, Tang Bi was stunned, became angry from shame, and directly whipped the white horse towards Mu Yi. It was extremely powerful, using 90% of the strength of a top-grade fighting king.

Liu Mang controlled Mu Yi's body, rolled on the ground, and used the wooden sword to scratch the white horse. The fire climbed up to the sword's edge for a moment, directly burning a hole in the white horse.

Tang Bi said distressedly: "You burn my Ice Fairy Ling!"

Mu Yi smiled and said: "Fistes and feet have no eyes, they come and come back. Junior sister, please forgive me."

When Tang Bi was furious, he vibrated the white Bingxian Ling directly, twisted it into a sharp cone, and pushed it towards Mu Yi. The castration was extremely fast, and the Bingxian Ling grew in size rapidly. This was not to knock down Mu Yi, but

It is to force them out of the field. This is the most direct way to win.

Liu Mang was overjoyed: "I took the bait!"

Mu Yi raised his sword, and a tiny flame passed directly through the white leather, passed through the heavy spiritual power, burned through Tang Bi's bra, and fell directly into her chest.

Tang Bi's little face burned red, and she didn't care about the training anymore. She went straight to her chest and patted it, but where could it be patted away? Although the small flame did not ignite the flame, it was so hot that it made her whole body uncomfortable. In addition, Liu Mang could also pass through the karma fire.

The origin was controlled, and after a while it went straight down again.
Chapter completed!