The figures on the armor are rushing and entangled, the sword lights collide, and the offense and defense are transforming very quickly. Most people can't tell who has the upper hand.

The Water-Splitting Wave Knife is worthy of being a unique sword technique that has been passed down by the Bai family for a hundred years. It can be said to be a thousand-matched sword, with a continuous sword intent and smooth sword style. It has both fierce and extremely fierce killer moves and subtle turning changes. If you can practice the sword, you can practice it.

At the realm of great success of Dharma, it is not a myth to cut off the flow with one sword.

Bai Jianming was eager to win, and seven or eight of the ten moves were active attacks. However, Huang Yunpeng's tenacity was far beyond expectations. The combination of man and sword was like casting copper and iron, which offset all the attacks.

Bai Jianming failed to defeat the battle for a long time and was unable to establish a victory. He couldn't help but feel a little irritated. You should know that he was at the fourth level of the lower level of cultivation. He thought he could easily crush his opponent with his advantage in the realm, but he did not know that things would go against his wishes.

Even he had to admit that the opponent's sword technique was rare in the world. The speed of the knife, reaction force, and judgment were extremely excellent. The seemingly ordinary basic techniques can always defend the key parts just right, and there is a kind of

Turn decay into magical flavor.

Since it is difficult to distinguish between sword skills, we should still use our strengths in cultivation and strive to make a final decision.

Bai Jianming's body movements were slightly slow, and he was deliberately trying to make a flaw.

The energy of both sides locked in each other, one rose and the other fell. Huang Yunpeng's sword force bottomed out and rebounded, and he broke into the empty gate without thinking and took the opponent's throat.

Sure enough, it came! Bai Jianming was secretly happy, and his strength was poured into the blade, facing the enemy's sword and slashed it with all his strength.

when!

An unprecedented loud sound resounded throughout the audience.

Huang Yunpeng's steel knife was cut off with one knife. The first half of the knife flew straight into the sky, his arm was shaking violently, and a few traces of blood appeared in the tiger's mouth.

The internal strength competition is to fight head-on, without any tricks, and the gap between them is immediately revealed.

The poor disciples couldn't help but gasp, their hearts were raised to their throats. I couldn't believe that the scene I saw in front of me was going to lose?! He is a flag in the poor family! If the flag falls, how can everyone have it?

Morale?

The aristocratic families like to move colors and celebrate their foreheads.

Bai Jianming's blow worked, and he was extremely ecstatic. He shouted loudly with his tongue: "Kill!" His wrist flipped and his backhand slashed it, just to take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Loss? Huang Yunpeng has at least not considered it at this moment.

He intends to suppress his martial arts skills. First, he avoids his sharpness and does not want to attract the attention of the strong, and reduces the risk of possessing magic skills; second, he tempts Bai Jianming to try his best to use the family-born sword technique so that Fu Jingtao can see more clearly and thoroughly

.

The next moment, his movement rhythm suddenly accelerated by several points, turned the knife to his left hand, and stepped on two Bagua directions under his feet, like light smoke, cleverly flashed through his opponent's killing move, and then waved the knife with the momentum, as if he was waving his clothes in the wind.

The indescribable cold sword light flew toward Bai Jianming's neck.

Like a dream, like a illusion, like a real or a false.

Although the sword is not as bright as the real one, the harsh knife intent is within reach.

Bai Jianming felt that murderous intent was coming, and dangerous warning sounded wildly, and instinctively bounced behind him, and the steel knife in his hand circled to block it.

Dangdang!

Huang Yunpeng cut his sword and slashed and rushed through the high speed of a small inch, which was incredible. Especially when he used his left hand to shoot, the angle and trajectory were completely different from the right hand knife, and he was extremely tricky.

Bai Jianmingkong has internal strength and cultivation. In close combat and extremely fast attack and defense, how could he have the chance to show his power again? He blocked and retreated continuously, but he could not get rid of the fatal murderous aura.

After not taking a step back for seven steps, Huang Yunpeng suddenly pointed his right hand and hit the acupoint on the outside of his right arm.

Clang! Bai Jianming fell to the ground with a steel knife in his hand, and stepped back two more steps to stand firm. His face turned pale, and the clothes on his chest had been cut more than a foot long.

In the Armour, Huang Yunpeng won!

The poor disciples couldn't help but cheer, and their palms were red and swollen. In such an extremely unfavorable situation, Huang Yunpeng turned defeat into victory, which really boosted people's hearts!

In the Bing, Du Zhengchao's long spear was aimed at Lu Junxing's long-handled big knife.

Du Zhengchao is tall and his arms are long, with a cold expression. The spear in his hand is ten feet long. He simply stands on the ring and naturally produces an invisible pressure. His father is Du Qindan, the head of the Martial Saint Hall, and his ranking on Lingyun Peak

It is only lower than Jiang Lie, and it is powerful in the world with a cold iron-breaking magic gun.

Du Zhengchao was influenced by his father since he was a child and specialized in spear techniques. The spear he used increased from seven feet to eight feet, one zhang, and one zhang. The more profound the perception of spear techniques, the longer the spear he used. One day, the spear he used was again

Gradually returning to the length of seven feet, it can be called a successful marksmanship.

Du Zhengchao is a veritable martial arts fanatic. He doesn't care whether he wins the first place. He just wants to use this to challenge strong players, hone his martial arts, and constantly improve and improve his gun skills.

In his opinion, among the hundreds of disciples, Fu Jingtao is the only one who can be an enemy, and the rest are not worthy of praise.

Lu Junxing is at the peak of the third level of perfection. In addition, he received careful guidance from the Baibing Hall teachings. He consciously made great progress in sword skills and was not afraid of the Du family's children. He thrust the sword at the end, and the sound was like a loud bell.

He said: "Senior Brother Du, please give me advice!"

Du Zhengchao said coldly: "Let you take action first!"

Lu Junxing is like a fire, how could he be polite? He wished his opponent would stand in place and let him chop! He immediately raised his big sword, rushed two quick steps, took advantage of the momentum to jump into the air, and then slashed across the highest point and then went down.

With a slash, the wind roared angrily, and the murderous aura was like a tide, and the terrifying sword light that was like a world-breaking world slashed straight down.

This sword was done with his full strength, and the sword energy was condensed, and its power was even greater than that of Huang Yunpeng and Bai Jianming.

The big sword is a powerful weapon to charge and rush into battle. Lu Junxing fully utilizes its characteristics. From a distance, he looks like a god descending to earth, and is unstoppable.

Facing this fierce and domineering thunder knife, Du Zhengchao was slightly moved. If he held the Du family's secret iron spear in his hand, he could naturally block the powerful sword force with a head-on battle. But at this moment, he was in his hand

The spear is specially used for the ring, with a slender body that can never bear the slash of the big sword.

Since I can't stop it, I can only retreat.

Seeing that the sword light was slashing above the head, Du Zhengchao suddenly moved and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Lu Junxing's sword with all his strength was too fierce, and even he couldn't stop himself. The sword light still fell, and there was a loud bang, gravel splashing, soil sweeping, and a deep foot appeared on the hard ground.

, a pit that is half a foot wide and more than meter long.

With a huge force of recoil, the sword jumped uncontrollably, and the blade and the blade rod buzzed and trembled rapidly.

Lu Junxing's hands and mouth shattered, his face turned red, and he roared and turned his sword twice, which allowed him to dissolve the huge rebound force.

But this is a competition on the arena, how can there be any mistake?

Lu Junxing used too much force and lost control of the weapon, wasting the opportunity to pursue. When he stabilized his sword and was about to attack again, a cold light flashed, and a little gun shadow had already stabbed in front of him!

Du Zhengchao retreated and advanced, allowing the splashing gravel to hit his body, his expression was as cold as a rock, as if he could not feel the pain at all. He raised his hand and stabbed it out, only fast, only accurate!

The gun was in a hurry, and Lu Junxing stood upside down, and his big sword rolled over and blocked it.

when!

The gun blade hit the big knife and the body of the sword. When the energy is released, the sword is easily lifted open and the sword is driven straight in.

Lu Junxing retreated and retreated.

The gun shadow flashed, and a muffled sound. Lu Junxing retreated like a flying momentum. The man spewed out a mouthful of blood in the air, his face pale.

Du Zhengchao disdained to pursue his opponent and stopped and sneered: "But Er!"
Chapter completed!