Chapter 1037 Martial Arts Conference (12)

The first thousand and thirty-seven chapters martial arts conference (twelve)

Seeing Li Feng's dagger stabbing towards his chest, Monk Yuanwu felt ashamed, knowing that if he didn't pull out the wooden stick at this time, he would definitely be unable to resist, but at this time Li Feng's right hand was still holding a long spear, the spear of the long spear The tip is still supported by himself, if he pulls out a wooden stick, he will still end up being stabbed by the tip of the spear.

So, Monk Yuanwu made up his mind, held the wooden stick in one hand, and stretched out the other hand. He leaned forward, facing Li Feng's approach, and grabbed Li Feng's dagger with his bare hands.

Li Feng stabbed so fast, he didn't expect Kong Wu to be so reckless at all, he was stunned when he hesitated, Kong Wu's hand grabbed the dagger, and immediately, the sharp blade cut Kong Wu's palm, Blood dripped down the dagger!

"Ah!" Although the monks in Dalin Temple were calm, they all exclaimed at this moment, and even the host of Changsheng who was watching from a distance was also stunned, "Amitabha, there are too many angry thoughts, it is inappropriate!"

"Haha, you old monk, this brave monk bleeds so much for the face of your Dalin Temple, why do you comment like this? I like it, if you don't want it, call us Tianlong Sect!" Jialou Luohaha laughing out loud.

"The face of Dalin Temple is not determined by this sword fight, even if it loses, so what?" the elder said, shaking his head.

Zhang San's face next to him was livid, Kong Wu was just a low-generation disciple of Dalin Temple, and there were such solid martial arts disciples, he was able to draw evenly with the outstanding disciples he had selected in a short period of time! This was something he hadn't thought of before.

But at this moment, a voice shouted: "The time has come, Li Feng of Zhengdao League and Yuan Wu of Dalin Temple, regardless of the outcome, will be eliminated!"

When Li Feng heard it, he felt very anxious. When he looked again, it turned out that the arena was already as high as the ground!

This sword debate is over!

"Ah!" Li Feng put away the dagger and spear, and smiled wryly, "Monk, you... you really want it, and I'm willing to bow down!"

Yuan Wu held back the pain, clasped his palms together, the blood flowed down his wrists, forced himself to smile and said, "Thank you benefactor for your mercy!"

Li Feng had no choice but to shake his head and look sideways at the high platform. The livid face of Zhang San's alliance leader had disappeared, but a smile gradually appeared on it!

With a "thump", Li Feng was startled, knowing that leader Zhang Dameng... was out of anger!

But what can he do?

With the lessons learned from Li Feng of Zhengdao League,

The people in the future dare not hold back any more in the sword debate, as long as they go on stage, they will all use their unique moves to face each other, lest they will be eliminated due to the delay of time.

The monks in Dalin Temple are just the opposite. They seem to have received Master Chang Geng's orders to stop fighting with Yuan Wu as hard as they can. Whenever there is a slightly dangerous move, they will immediately stop. If the opponent makes a move, they will immediately jump off the ring and admit defeat. .

However, even so, under the sympathy of Chuanxiang Sect and Dalin Temple, when the winners of the last eight arenas are determined, except for the disciples of the five major sects, the disciples of all other sects are all disuse!

Of course, although these disciples were eliminated, they were able to compete with the masters of the five major sects without risking their lives, which would be of great benefit to their martial arts practice, and this was probably better than any "returning elixir". Precious, so even if they were kicked out of the ring, they were all red and elated, and there was absolutely no depression at all!

The eight disciples of the Five Great Schools are: Chuanxiangjiao Xia Qing and Huben, Shuiyunjian Liang Cangxu, He Xu and Chen Yang, Dalin Temple Yuantong, Tianlongjiao Qin Shiyue, Zhengdaomeng Wu Shanghong!

From the point of view of the number of people, three disciples of Shuiyun Jian, who went all out and sent a strong lineup, won, while the Zhengdao League, which was also bound to win, had only one disciple won. The strength of the two factions can be seen from this.

Xia Qing, as an inner disciple, of course her martial arts are much higher than ordinary disciples, it is very normal to be able to win!

When the list of eight people came out, four of the eight rings were retracted into the ground, and the disciples of Chuanxiang Sect who were supervised sent the list of eight people into the ring. On the screen, there are two lines of big characters:

Pass on Xiang to teach Xia Qing, and Tianlong to teach Qin Shiyue;

Pass on the fragrance to teach the tiger ben, He Xu between the water and the clouds;

Dalin Temple Yuantong, Liang Cangxu between the water and clouds;

Wu Shanghong of the Righteous Alliance, and Chen Yang between the water and the clouds.

Everyone was in an uproar. Judging from the performance of the sword debate just now, Xia Qing's martial arts are extremely high, and she can easily win a few times in several appearances. The same is true for Qin Shiyue of the Tianlong Sect. The snake-like soft sword opened and closed. It was also hard to resist, everyone thought that the two would meet in the end, but unexpectedly, they met just after the comparison test!

All of a sudden, many people gathered in front of the arena where the two were, wanting to witness the duel at the pinnacle of martial arts.

I saw that Xia Qing looked at her name, her expression remained unchanged, and she performed the lightness kung fu taught by the Chuanxiang Sect and floated onto the stage. Like a folding fan in his hand, as soon as he took a step, it was like stepping up an extremely low step, stepping onto the ring!

"Okay~" Everyone clapped their hands. They are all discerning people, so they naturally know that both of them have extraordinary lightness kung fu. If they simply compare lightness kung fu, Qin Shiyue is faintly three points higher than Xia Qing!

"Girl, look at your outstretched hand, it's much taller than the others. As far as Qin knows, there doesn't seem to be any female disciples with such high martial arts skills in Lihuo Palace?" Qin Shiyue asked with a smile.

Xia Qing didn't care about him. She waved her soft sword and said coldly: "If you feel that you are not an opponent, step down as soon as possible, save face for the Tianlong Cult, and leave room for you and me. Why bother?"

Qin Shiyue was furious, and said: "You girl, Qin is just afraid of hurting you, and wants to persuade you..."

Before Qin Shiyue could finish speaking, Xia Qing waved her hand, and it was also a soft sword. If the Jiaolong who was exploring the sea followed her gestures, she would strike, "Oh, girl, your heart is really poisonous!" Qin Shiyue said, The hand also kept on, and with a wave of internal force, his soft sword collapsed straight, like an ordinary long sword, and with a "呵", he responded...

Both of them came from famous schools, and they are also the best in their own schools. Their swordsmanship, moves, and internal skills are not far behind. The two soft swords didn't touch each other, and everyone under the ring was stunned. Everyone was thinking in their hearts, if they were in the ring now, how many tricks could they hold on to?

With the passage of time, the arena dropped little by little. Xia Qing felt something was wrong, she gritted her teeth, jumped up into the air, flicked her soft sword, and slashed down with her backhand.

"Haha" Qin Shiyue laughed, isn't this move exactly what he usually uses? So, he shook his soft sword and spun to meet him, trying to wrap Xia Qing's soft sword around him.

Unexpectedly, just as the two soft swords were about to touch, suddenly an inch-long pale red light flashed from Xia Qing's soft sword, with a soft "Zi" sound, that light red light was exactly on Qin Shiyue's hand. The tip of the soft sword came up, and the tip of the sword, which was as long as four fingers, fell down in response!

"Jiangmang?" Qin Shiyue gasped, and almost screamed. At this time, someone who knows the goods in the ring had already called for him. Suddenly, the whole ring was full of noise, and everyone was amazed!

Xia Qing had a slight pride on her face, the inch-long light on the soft sword stretched and contracted unsteadily, and a red light also kept moving up and down her soft sword.

On the other hand, Qin Shiyue was frowning and her face was a little nervous.

Although Qin Shiyue is a disciple of Jialou Luo taught by Tianlong, but Jialouluo is best at lightness kung fu. Therefore, Qin Shiyue is not as proficient in internal kung fu as Xia Qing. Seeing his soft sword being chopped off The tip of the sword, I knew that if I only fight martial arts, I guess I might not be the opponent, so, frowning, I took the soft sword back, put my hand into my arms, and took out a one-foot-long thing like antlers !

The shape of that thing is antlers, and the whole body is pitch black, and it is impossible to tell what kind of material it is made of.

Seeing this, Xia Qing didn't hold back her hand, and slashed with her sword again. Qin Shiyue raised his weapon to meet him while muttering something, and there was a sound of "stab", like the sound of a torch being thrown into cold water. The inch-long light on Xia Qing's soft sword immediately shrank a little when it touched the weapon!

"Ah?" Shock appeared on Xia Qing's face, and she took a few steps back unconsciously.

Qin Shiyue grinned grimly, floated up to follow, danced the antlers, and unleashed a strange move that made Xia Qing overwhelmed. When she touched it again without noticing it, the sword glow shrank a little more.

As a result, the half stick of incense was about to be exhausted, and the light on Xia Qing's soft sword was gone, but Qin Shiyue became more and more courageous! As soon as he stretched out his hand, the weapon pointed straight at Xia Qing's throat, and Xia Qing seemed to have something wrong with her heart, she covered her heart with her left hand, and the soft sword in her right wanted to block the front of the antlers, but she was afraid that the antlers would touch the soft sword When it was damaged, as a last resort, the soft sword rolled, and pierced Qin Shiyue's cave from under the antlers. The soft sword was extremely fast, and it seemed to be the idea of ​​besieging Wei and saving Zhao.

"Go down!" Qin Shiyue yelled, and held out the antlers in his hands. His antlers were only about four inches away from Xia Qing's throat, and the soft sword was more than a foot away from him. No matter what, Xia Qing It is impossible for Qing to stab him first!

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, a faint brilliance flashed from Xia Qing's heart, and a slight mask blocked Qin Shiyue's antlers. There was a soft "poof", and the mask Blocking the antlers, the antlers can no longer advance an inch!

"Yù Talisman?" Qin Shiyue called out, and immediately wanted to knock the soft sword away with his hand. Unexpectedly, before his antlers were struck back, another sword light flashed on Xia Qing's soft sword , although this sword light is much dimmer than before, but the three-inch distance hits Qin Shiyue's big acupoint all at once!

Seeing the meritorious service of the soft sword, Xia Qing floated up, kicked Qin Shiyue in the chest, and kicked him off the ring with a "slap"!

But at this time, the time for a stick of incense has come, and the ring has just lowered to the ground!

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