1619 The Cruel Saint

After a while, half of the round of sixteen had already passed.

The participants in the fifth round also made Li Fan look forward to it.

The saint of the demon sect, against the head of Kunlun!

"This woman who claims to be the saint of solipsism has a mysterious identity. Even the organizing committee of our competition doesn't know her identity."

The host looked at the masked saint and expressed great regret, "I'm sorry that we can only provide this information, because the tradition of the martial arts competition is to respect the privacy of every contestant. If the other party is unwilling to disclose their identity, we will It can only be accepted."

This kind of thing, it is estimated that only the martial arts conference held jointly with Jianghu will happen.

"And the player who is fighting against her is Miaochen, the head of Kunlun, one of the six major sects in China!"

The host finally had something to introduce, "Miaochen is thirty-nine years old this year, and the Kunlun sect he leads is a famous Chinese sect. The Kunlun sect is located in Kunlun Mountain, Qinghai, and it is also a sacred place like a god. Anyone who has the opportunity to go to Kunlun Mountain Friends, you might as well go to the Kunlun School to have a look. It is said that Kunlun produces immortals, although I have never seen an immortal, but this wonderful sect has the demeanor of an immortal."

Miao Chen stood in front of the saint, the so-called god-like master, had an ugly complexion.

"The devil's scum, people in the Jianghu, everyone will be punished! As a devil's saint, you dare to show up, how brave you are."

"Ox-nosed, you can't scare me."

The saint pinched her willow waist with one hand, and played with a sword in the other. When Li Fan saw the sword, his eyes tightened. Four Elephant Swords! Good guy, my good brother, he really lent the sword to the saint. It seems that this time, the devil's religion will definitely reward the leader of the alliance!

The saint's voice is enchanting, with a little charm, as if the nine-tailed fox is reborn. She looked at Miaochen opposite with her spring-like eyes, and said provocatively, "The rules of the martial arts competition, the grievances and grievances of the world, are all resolved in the arena. Why, Niubi, do you want to ignore the rules set by Tianwu Pavilion and take your Disciples and grandchildren, can you get rid of me here?"

"snort!"

Miao Chen swept the whisk away, "Don't be crazy, the poor can finish you alone."

This Kunlun Mountain is also a Taoist school of martial arts. Every head of the school will become a Taoist monk, but they are also wine and meat Taoist priests and romantic Taoist priests. This Miaochen looks serious, but in fact, he has many wives and concubines, and he never abides by any Taoist rules. Although Miao Chen doesn't like to talk normally, she also showed a jealous side when dealing with the Demon Cult.

"Last time at the Seven Heroes Villa, I thought Miaochen was quite low-key."

Li Fan tapped Erlang's leg and looked at Miao Chen on the ring, "I saw you today, so he is a master who likes to squeeze soft persimmons."

"Do you think my aunt is like a soft persimmon, easy to bully?"

The saintess also saw Miao Chen's thoughts, "If you want to beat me, try the Four Elephant Sword in my aunt's hand first!"

"This sword is indeed in the hands of your Demon Cult!"

When Miao Chen saw the sword, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, "Back then Li Fan lost this sword, now let Pindao take it back!"

"Go ahead and try."

The saint sneered, and as the game started, she waved her hand directly, and a white tiger flew out from the void, then turned into four clones, and rushed towards Miaochen from all sides!

"What is this?"

The host was dazzled while watching, "Did this saintess contestant actually conjure up four fierce tigers? Today's martial arts competition really opened my eyes! The audience must feel the same way!"

What he said was true. Where had these audiences seen this before. A sword that can turn virtual reality into reality, this kind of treasure is rare in the martial arts world! For thousands of years, there was only one Four Elephant Sword. What people in the martial arts want most, is the True Immortal Jue that can achieve Taoism and immortality;

Now that the Four Elephant Sword and the True Immortal Art appear together, can Miao Chen not be secretly happy? First come, first served, since I saw it first, then this Four Elephant Sword is also my own!

Miao Chen didn't pay attention to those four tigers at all. Miao Chen looked at the four fierce tigers, showed his elegant Fengshen legs, and kicked four feet easily, smashing the four white tigers that rushed forward.

Li Fan couldn't help feeling a little regretful, the saint didn't seem to have made much progress. Even if she holds the Four Elephant Sword in her hand, she can't exert the true power of this sword?

"Demon girl, you are not worthy of this Four Elephant Sword at all! Bring it to the poor Taoist!"

As Miao Chen said, she performed the eight-step stepping cloud and light kung fu, and swept over a distance of more than ten meters in an instant. Her figure was extremely elegant and unrestrained. He approached the saintess, kicked out afterimages with a string of Fengshen legs, and prepared to defeat the saintess with one sentence!

But at this moment, there was a little smile in the corner of the saintess' eyes. She held the long sword in both hands and groaned softly.

"Xuanwu!"

The huge dragon tortoise wrapped around the body of the saint, and the sword energy above directly sent Miao Chen's body flying! No matter how exquisite Miaochen's Fengshen kick is, he has to fall into a somewhat awkward situation at this moment.

"go to hell."

A red light suddenly appeared from the saint's body, and her strength instantly increased by at least ten times! Seeing this scene, Li Fan couldn't help standing up!

So strong! At this moment, the strength of the saint has actually reached the level of a master? Is this her original strength, or is it the strength she raised through some kind of secret method? But no matter what kind... Miaochen is going to be in trouble!

Sure enough, before Miaochen could react, under his horrified and distorted eyes, the saint had already raised the Four Elephant Sword and threw out a beam of Suzaku sword energy!

The flame-burning Suzaku was about the size of a peacock, and flew out instantly, with a speed as fast as lightning, passing by Miao Chen's body in the blink of an eye!

Puchi! An arm burning with flames fell off, Miao Chen screamed, and circulated his true energy to shatter the burning flames in the wound, then stopped his own blood, and finally fell to the ground, failed to stabilize his body, and fell Somersault. The bun he had originally combed was also untied, and this Kunlun Taoist priest no longer had the fairy-like demeanor before, with disheveled hair and half of his body scorched black, how embarrassing and embarrassing it is!

"You lost."

The saint sheathed her sword.

"This is the tournament, bloody, cruel... and full of the glory of fighters."

The host's voice sounded again, "If it's an ordinary martial arts competition, I'm afraid the saint has lost the qualification for the competition. But this is a martial arts competition, and everything has its own rules."

Several medical staff came up and carried the seriously injured Miao Chen down.