Volume 2 of the Ambition of the Eternal Heroes, Empire Ambition A plan to dodge or force it at this time?

What a dragon, Qingyun, not afraid, "Heaven, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Water, Fire, Mountain, and Ze" eight palms were stacked out, which was the ninth style of Songyang, and attacked fiercely.

"The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!"

Long Qingyun, with his fearless aura, fought hard with the "Seven Swords of the Blink of an Eye".

"Boom boom boom!"

With a few sudden sounds, the sky shook. Lin Zhenbei's "Seven Swords of the Blink of an Finger" was blocked by Long Qingyun's thick palm force.

"Dingdeng!"

Lin Zhenbei stepped back three steps, the qi and blood in his chest rolled, and a mouthful of blood and phlegm almost blurted out.

Long Qingyun took a step back, stabilized his body, stared at Lin Zhenbei, and was ready to face the battle.

Lin Zhenbei was secretly shocked. Long Qingyun actually practiced the "Nine Styles of Songyang" to such a profound level, and it was obvious that his martial arts cultivation was above him.

It should be noted that "the supernatural power of the finger" is the highest skill in the world. In terms of exquisiteness, it is naturally superior to the "Nine Songs of Songyang", but Long Qingyun's ability to practice the "Nine Songs of Songyang" to the point of repelling the "Nine Songs of the finger" is enough to show that Long Qingyun's martial arts cultivation has surpassed Lin Zhenbei.

Lin Zhenbei had a heroic and upright temperament and hugged Long Qingyun and said, "No need to hit you anymore, I'm willing to give you a chance."

Long Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned and said, "The winner has not been decided yet, why should Senior Brother Lin be humble?"

Lin Zhenbei smiled slightly and said sternly: "If you continue to compete, I have little chance of winning. Why bother to lose money? I think you are more suitable for dealing with the Xuantian Sect's 'blood handprint' than me."

After saying that, Lin Zhenbei turned around and walked off the martial arts stage.

Looking at Lin Zhenbei's tall and strong back, Long Qingyun couldn't help but feel good about it. This person is open-minded and quite heroic.

Although Tuoba Xi is a son of the Western Qiang, Lin Zhenbei's defeat did not regret it. Instead, he smiled like a flower and cheered Long Qingyun's victory.

Girls are outgoing since ancient times!

Mo Zhixuan also smiled and couldn't help but sigh: "This guy pretended to be indifferent before the game and stayed in the library every day. It turned out that he had already made up his mind for this game."

Gongsun Mou smiled and said, "Long Qingyun is quite like a general. If he is in his life, he will definitely be a general galloping on the battlefield."

Jiang Fangyuan jumped, rose more than three feet high, landed in the middle of the martial arts field like a big roc spreading its wings, and stood in confrontation with Long Qingyun.

There was shocking applause from the scene, and the championship and runner-up competition finally came.

Mei Wanting stood there in a daze, her eyes staring at the two men on the martial arts field. Who can win? Who is she looking forward to winning?

I was also confused and confused for a moment. The moment when Jiang Fangyuan defeated him with the "Xuantian Sword", Mei Wanting was deeply impressed by Jiang Fangyuan's extraordinary posture and secretly fell in love with her.

Although Jiang Fangyuan later used vicious martial arts "Bloody Handprint" to defeat Qi Shaofeng, and his good impression was damaged, Mei Wanting was also confused.

As for his long-term impression of Long Qingyun, he has not been very good. It can be said that he is very ordinary. It was only later that Long Qingyun's wonderful performance in the martial arts field that Mei Wanting was impressed and gradually gained a favor.

Mei Wanting, who has always been conceited and has a higher eye than her top, has a deeper psychological memory of the shocking moment.

Compared with the two, Jiang Fangyuan, who was undoubtedly defeated by thunderbolt, was obviously more important in Mei Wanting's heart than Long Qingyun.

At this time, the fight in the field touched Mei Wanting's thoughts. Which side would the balance of emotions be biased towards?

Jiang Fangyuan and Long Qingyun and the two tigers fought each other and reached a climax from the beginning. Without saying a word, Jiang Fangyuan abandoned his sword and used his palm, and slapped Long Qingyun directly.

As fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder!

Long Qingyun reviewed several duels between Qi Shaofeng and Jiang Fangyuan in his mind, but he was puzzled and did not find a way to deal with the seventh level of "Bloody Handprint".

Only by focusing on responding, taking every step forward, finding the opponent's flaws in the fight and waiting for an opportunity to act is the best strategy.

Jiang Fangyuan was not as good as Lin Zhenbei, and Long Qingyun did not use the "Nine Styles of Songyang", but held the Zhanlu sword in his hand and was ready to face it.

Jiang Fangyuan moved his wrist, and Long Qingyun suddenly raised the Zhanlu sword and "two dragons going out to sea" and quickly came out, rushing towards Jiang Fangyuan with a rush of overwhelming force.

"Bangbangbangbang!" The palm print and the sword energy collided, making a dull sound.

"Dingdeng!" Jiang Fangyuan took two steps back, and Long Qingyun took three steps back.

As soon as Jiang Fangyuan came up, he used 90% of his strength and was caught off guard by preparing to kill Long Qingyun. But he knew that Long Qingyun was prepared and used 90% of his strength.

In terms of internal strength alone, Jiang Fangyuan is slightly better.

There was an uproar in the crowd. Everyone was confused and wait and see.

The "blood handprint" of the Xuantian Sect is so powerful that it is terrifying that Qi Shaofeng, who was in his hands just now, was seriously injured. Everyone has witnessed it with their own eyes and is vivid in their eyes.

Can this weak boy who looks only sixteen years old do?

Mei Wanting himself also felt strange. Jiang Fangyuan had the upper hand, and he actually breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that in his mind, he still hoped that Jiang Fangyuan would win.

Tuoba Xi and Mo Zhixuan looked worried.

Jiang Fangyuan didn't give Long Qingyun a chance to breathe. The "blood handprints" were endless and rushed in. The palm power was strong and vigorous, and the palm wind was mixed with a little toxin.

Long Qingyun suddenly felt uncomfortable at the end of his nose. He suddenly realized that Qi Shaofeng had the power of a heavy sword. He was seriously injured by the "Blood Handprint" within five moves. Perhaps he was hit by this toxin.

It turns out that when the "Blood Handprint" is practiced to the seventh level, the toxins will pounce on the other side in a subtle way with the palm wind.

Unlike below the seventh level, you must hit the opponent to produce toxins.

Long Qingyun couldn't help but be shocked. If it weren't for the Zhanlu sword in his hand that had eliminated some of the toxins emitted by the "Blood Handprint", he would probably have been poisoned like Qi Shaofeng.

It seems that we must fight quickly!

Jiang Tianci, the leader of the Xuantian Sect in the stands, sighed: "It's a pity for this Long Qingyun, his martial arts and talents are the best choice."

Fu Chaoxi raised his sword eyebrows and said, "What does Master Jiang mean? What is your meaning? Is your victory or defeat a decisive decision?"

Although Fu Chaoxi knew the power of the "Blood Handprint", the sword in Long Qingyun's hand was obviously the most powerful and yang thing, and was born to be the nemesis of the poisonous palm.

Mei Ting, the Marquis of Zhenguo, said arrogantly:

"This 'blood handprint' has reached a certain level and will naturally release toxins on the opponent with the palm wind. There is no need to hit the opponent, which will cause the opponent to be poisoned. Although the poisoning is not deep, the master fights, and this toxin is enough to affect the situation of the battle."

Everyone was shocked.

Mei Tingao paused and continued: "That disciple from Beiqi 'Hongjian Villa' was defeated just now. Am I right? Master Jiang."

Jiang Tianci couldn't help but be stunned. Mei Tingao knew so deeply about "Blood Handprints", and I'm afraid it would not be so easy to deal with him in the future. Thinking of this, he laughed and said loudly:

"The Marquis is so serious. My Xuantian Sect's 'Blood Handprint' suffers from backlash. How dare I release toxins easily? I think my nephews will not be so stupid that they destroy the Great Wall."

The Nine Sage King Wanyan Jingtai certainly knew the viciousness and ruthlessness of the "Blood Handprint", but the Xuantian Sect is a double-edged sword for the royal family. It must not only use the sharpness of its sword, but also avoid being injured by the sword edge.

Undoubtedly, Mei Tingao, the Marquis of Zhenguo, is the best candidate to restrict Jiang Tianci's sword.

Of course, Mei Tingao, who holds military power, is also a double-edged sword. It guards the border and protects the peace of the empire, and also holds 200,000 "Datong Army" in his hand, which also makes the royal family unable to sleep or eat.

With the restraint and balance of the Xuantian Sect, Mei Tingao did not dare to move.

Seeing Mei Tingao and Jiang Tianci bickering each other, the Nine Sage King Wanyan Jingtai looked at the martial arts performance venue with his eyes.

At this time, Long Qingyun was in a state of decline and was already showing signs of decline. The situation was extremely urgent.

At this critical moment.
Chapter completed!