Chapter 159: Yang Dingtian Battles Qin Huaiyu, Shocking!

"You little boy, others don't know your details, but I have met too many men. You are just a little boy who eats soft food. You fell in love with Gongsun Sanniang through male sex, so you pretend to be a disciple of the hidden sect everywhere, bluffing and deceiving. In fact , you are completely weak and vulnerable." Qin Jiaojiao sneered: "Come on, come up quickly, let's fight, let me expose your true colors."

Dugu Fengwu sneered and said: "Go, that vicious woman is calling you."

Yang Dingtian glared at Dugu Fengwu fiercely, holding the sharp sword in his hand, he walked up the steps to the competition stage step by step.

Everyone else jumped up lightly, but Yang Dingtian actually walked up, and everyone burst out laughing.

You can't just compete like this, you can't compete normally. Otherwise, everyone will find out that Yang Dingtian is a fake, because how could a real Yinzong disciple be so weak.

Yang Dingtian sighed and said: "Miss Qin, I didn't want to come up, but since I have come up, I have to take action, then we..."

What he wanted to say was to stop, but Qin Jiaojiao stopped him.

"Shut up." Qin Jiaojiao sneered, "Don't make excuses, don't make excuses. It's just a martial arts competition, a normal martial arts competition. If you love to use martial arts and martial arts, if you love to use profound skills and profound skills, do your best and exhaust your profound energy. Until one side falls!"

Yang Dingtian immediately gritted his teeth with hatred, this hateful woman is really indifferent. This kind of stubborn woman is the most troublesome, no wonder her reputation is so bad, no wonder she attracts so many people's hatred.

Yang Dingtian absolutely can't compete with her normally, even if he can win her in the end. He had to play mysterious superficial kung fu, once he really used mysterious energy to compete, he would definitely reveal his secrets.

However, if he proposed not to compete with profound energy, then he would have revealed his truth earlier, let alone meeting such a vicious and rude woman.

With nothing to do, Yang Dingtian gritted his teeth secretly, and said to Qin Jiaojiao: "Miss Qin, go down, I don't want to fight with you."

Qin Jiaojiao was stunned, then smiled and said: "You see, the ponytail is exposed, so you don't dare to compete with me."

Suddenly, everyone laughed out loud. Qiu Wanjie has completely determined that this hidden sect disciple in front of him is a counterfeit. Suddenly a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, no matter whether he lost or won in the end, he would not let the Wuming in front of him leave, and he must be tortured until he could not survive or die in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

This bastard, with just a sword and a leaf ornament, scared himself out of his soul and made a big fool of himself.

Yang Dingtian ignored these mocking gazes, looked directly at Qin Huaiyu and said, "Mr. Qin Huaiyu, please come up and fight with me. If Lingmei insists on staying on stage, please forgive me and I have to leave."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the venue fell silent! Including Qin Jiaojiao!

Then, everyone looked at Yang Dingtian in surprise.

It turned out that he was not timid to fight, but he disdained to fight Qin Jiaojiao, thinking that Qin Jiaojiao was too weak.

Suddenly, Qin Huaiyu's complexion changed.

Qiu Wanjie's expression also changed, and he put away all his sneers.

Could it be, could it be that this boy in front of him is really a disciple of the Yin Sect? Otherwise, how can we pick the strong and not the weak?

Moreover, there are only disciples of the Yinzong sect, who can't see the level of cultivation at all. Just like their swords, the energy is completely hidden, low-key and natural.

"No, it's impossible, he's just putting on airs." Qin Huaiyu thought to himself, he must not be fooled.

Then, he gritted his teeth abruptly, stood up from his seat, jumped onto the arena again, stood opposite Yang Dingtian and said: "Since Brother Wuming asked me to come up, then respect is worse than obedience."

Qin Jiaojiao looked at Yang Dingtian suspiciously, as if she wanted to see a flaw in his expression.

"Jiaojiao, get down quickly." Qin Huaiyu said.

Qin Jiaojiao stomped her jade feet and jumped off the competition stage, but she still stared at Yang Dingtian full of unwillingness.

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"Brother Wuming, you and I are fighting, if there are any rules, feel free to tell me." Qin Huaiyu looked at Yang Dingtian and said with a smile that was not a smile.

At this moment, Yang Dingtian really couldn't breathe.

This game really gets bigger and bigger as you play it. One step at a time, and now he and Qin Huaiyu are standing on the competition stage.

How much stronger is Qin Huaiyu than himself? How many times is Qin Huaiyu stronger than himself?

Don't know, but it's definitely a world of difference. At this time, if I fought against him, I really couldn't even count as a mantis arm.

"Damn demon girl." Yang Dingtian scolded Dugu Fengwu fiercely in his heart.

Then looking at Qin Huaiyu, Yang Dingtian said calmly, "No rules, Mr. Qin Huaiyu can use anything."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed again.

So confident, so bullish. Ask Qin Huaiyu to do whatever he wants, but he doesn't take Qin Huaiyu seriously at all.

Qin Huaiyu also looked pale, and then sneered slightly: "Then, I won't be polite."

Then, he slowly drew out the sharp sword.

That being the case, even if there are serious consequences, Qin Huaiyu will make a serious move, but really go to see if there is any painted skin on the nameless face in front of him.

Feeling a deadly danger, all the pores on Yang Dingtian's back could hardly breathe.

That's right, this is the most dangerous moment in Yang Dingtian's life, and it is also the most dangerous moment when he is close to death.

For every second that followed, his performance could not be wrong. And even if there is no mistake, it is very likely that there will be no place to bury him.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Dingtian said flatly: "Mr. Qin Huaiyu, then I will start first."

Then, Yang Dingtian directly closed his eyes.

Everyone was shocked again. When they were dueling with others, they actually closed their eyes. Did this mean that they didn't die fast enough? Or was the brain caught by the door?

Of course not.

Therefore, Yang Dingtian's behavior was immediately considered by everyone to be confident, and he didn't need to see where the enemy was at all.

Then, Yang Dingtian really didn't want to see where the enemy was, because even knowing where it was was completely useless.

As long as Qin Huaiyu makes a move, Yang Dingtian will surely die. Therefore, you must not let the other party make a move.

After closing his eyes, Yang Dingtian lightly tapped his toes, and his whole body floated up into the air.

The movement is very graceful, but it doesn't show much powerful profound energy, and the cultivation base seen from it can only be regarded as average.

In the air, Yang Dingtian slowly turned in a circle, and the sword in his hand slowly drew a circle.

Then draw another circle!

Everyone was stunned, what is this? Such slow-moving swordsmanship has already been killed ten thousand times. Such a slow sword can't kill mosquitoes, let alone a duel with a master like Qin Huaiyu?

Yang Dingtian still ignored it and continued to draw circles.

"Hmph, bluffing." Qin Huaiyu sneered, raised the sharp sword in his hand, and was about to rush out, piercing Yang Dingtian directly.

But the next picture made him stop all his movements.

Because the circle drawn by the sword in Yang Dingtian's hand actually condensed into a halo of light floating in the air.

One, two, three...nine...

After drawing the nine rings, Yang Dingtian returned to the original place lightly.

"Bang..." These rings shattered violently, condensing into countless teardrops, crystal clear teardrops, suspended in the air, truly beautiful and full of fantasy flavor.

Immediately afterwards, these teardrops began to fall.

Sprinkled on the ground, gently smashed out small potholes.

Sprinkled in the crowd, it will bring a slight sting, please gently tear off the hair of many people, and gently penetrate the clothes of many people.

But that's all!

Everyone was stunned and shocked!

Such a mysterious sword technique, such a mysterious sword technique.

Qin Huaiyu and Qiu Wanjie glanced at each other, thinking of that amazing possibility, a sudden chill ran down their backs, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

They know this set of swordsmanship, they have heard it from their ancestors. This is the most mysterious sword technique in the world, and it is also the most powerful sword technique, the first sword of Posuo Dujie Sword, Jianghe Weeps.

The Posuo Crossing Tribulation Sword is a sword technique that only disciples of the Yinzong know. This set of swordplay itself represents the Yinzong.

Leaf ornaments can be faked, and swords can even be picked up. But swordsmanship can never be faked. Even if you can learn superficial moves, you still can't reach the essence of swordsmanship. Because there are thousands and thousands of mysteries, only those who have truly learned the secret books can truly master them.

And only the disciples of the Yin Sect can really learn the secret book of Posuo Crossing the Tribulation Sword.

All of a sudden, the identity of Wuming in front of him became unquestionable and undisputed. Even Qin Jiaojiao's complexion changed drastically.

Of course, the Yangding Angel's Jianghe Cry was so weak, they also found the answer. There are so many people here, if the power is fully exerted, all the audience present will die.

In any case, Jiang Heqi's last teardrops were less lethal because of nameless pity, definitely not because of his lack of profound energy.

Yang Dingtian didn't stop, and after making Jiang He weep late, he immediately used the second move of the Posuo Dujie Sword, Leaving the Soul Realm!

With a flash, the figure suddenly reflected more than ten meters away, and after another flash, it reflected dozens of meters away.

Yang Dingtian's body changed form and shadow throughout the arena, covering every place around him.

In an instant, like a dreamlike effect, countless afterimages and sword lights were left behind.

Then, lightly refracting back to its original position, he retracted his sword and stood up.

Immediately, all the afterimages were broken, and the picture of the entire arena was broken!

Where there is a break, the leaves are generally cut off.

Woman's hair, falling out a strand.

A piece of the woman's clothes was torn off.

Everyone was stunned again, shocked by this stunning picture again.

Of course, the reason why the tearing power of the final screen is so gentle is also because of nameless pity. Otherwise, the entire arena will be truly shattered, and everything in it will be completely destroyed and completely collapsed.

The true power of the Soul-Living Realm is enough to change the color of the world.

Yang Dingtian was about to continue dancing with the sword, but suddenly he opened his eyes and said to Qin Huaiyu, "Mr. Qin, why don't you do it? Why am I the only one doing it?"

His voice was still flat.

It's just that in the eyes of everyone just now, it was a posturing, but now it is unfathomable in the eyes of everyone.

Qin Huaiyu didn't speak, but gritted his teeth suddenly, and bowed deeply in the martial arts arena, the waist was almost at a 90-degree right angle, after bowing down, he never got up again, silently, and with the most respectful attitude, begged for the nameless forgiveness .

Then, Qiu Wanjie also stood up, and bowed deeply, not daring to make a sound.

Yang Dingtian said lightly: "If you don't fight, then I will leave."

Then, he turned around and walked down the competition stage, stepped forward to hug Dugu Fengwu, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Your Profound Fire Demon Hammer." Qiu Wanjie said tremblingly with all his strength.

"Lend me back?" Yang Dingtian asked.

Qiu Wanjie bowed his head in great pain, regretting that he had listened to Qin Huaiyu's words and offended this Yinzong disciple in front of him.

"I beg you, take away the Xuanhuo Demon Hammer." Qiu Wanjie forcefully said.

"Oh, thank you." Yang Dingtian was still calm, then walked to the high platform, and grabbed the Xuanhuo Demon Hammer in his hand.

"Wow, it's so heavy." Yang Dingtian said.

Everyone smiled knowingly, would the disciples of the Yinzong feel that the Xuanhuo Demon Hammer weighed several hundred catties? It's impossible, but he has a natural and noble nature, expressing his feelings in the most ordinary tone.

Of course, this was their understanding, Yang Dingtian really felt how heavy the Xuanhuo Demon Hammer was. Such a small hammer really weighs several hundred catties.

With a hammer in one hand and Dugu Fengwu in the other, Yang Dingtian just left the arena and Shenbing Villa.

Qiu Wanjie really wanted to keep him, but he didn't dare to. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Mobile Network () to subscribe and reward. Your support is my biggest motivation.)