Qin Dingque was the first to take the knife and swung it at Chen Guang's neck.
Chen Guang hurriedly rolled to the ground, holding the handle of the tiger's sword. The sword was switched from his left hand to his right behind him. The tiger's sword was shaved horizontally, and the two knives collided with each other. The back of the knife was against Chen Guang's arm and shoulder, and the knife was wrapped around it.
The strip of cloth ripped open, revealing the true appearance of the Tiger Soul Sword.
The Poison Dragon Kung Fu and the Iron Bone Kung Fu reached the waist, radiating to the whole body. With a shake of the shoulders, like a dragon shaking its armor, the Tiger Soul Knife was thrust through, breaking away from Qin Dingque's sword pressure. Immediately, without any explanation, he held the Tiger Soul Knife behind his back in his right hand, and focused on
Qin Dingque quickly dodged after cutting three lines, and he had no chance to draw the sword.
Some sympathetic audience members in the auditorium covered their crotches.
If this person got stabbed, I guess the father-in-law in the palace compound would not be that clean.
Qin Dingque took sixteen steps back, and the knife in his hand spun into a small whirlwind. His body tilted at 45 degrees, and his feet moved quickly towards Chen Guang, suddenly turning into a blurry wind.
"Sanyin Sword Technique?"
Li Taizhen grabbed the handle of the chair and was about to stand up. When he thought that Mr. Tang was sitting next to him, his body sank again. He stared at the ring, but glanced at Mr. Tang from the corner of his eye, observing Mr. Tang's expression.
The Sanyin Sword Technique is exactly the ancestral secret book passed down by Mr. Tang.
"Mr. Tang, do you think Qin Dingque's Sanyin Sword Technique is a real inheritance from Senior Po Jun?" Mrs. Li asked with a hint of meaning.
Mr. Tang shook his head, "How many percent? I'm afraid that even 10 percent is not enough. That boy Po Jun, when he was at the fifth level of Qi gathering, he used the Sanyin sword technique to defeat the ninth level of Qi gathering and became famous in the Tang Dynasty. How many pairs of eyes in the world could
I'm staring at him, hoping that I can regain the glory of the Sword Immortal when I gather my energy at the ninth level... Oh, let's not talk about it anymore, let's not talk about it anymore, let's not mention the old things."
Li Taizhen believed it without any doubt.
If anyone in Lingyi County can be regarded as his role model, it must be Tang Pojun. He has looked up Tang Pojun's life and knows that he will win in every battle. He shows his sharp edge and outstanding talent. It is a pity that he died young, otherwise the master he is now
In the list, the top three must have a place.
Although Qin Dingque learned the Sanyin Sword Technique from Tang Pojun, he did not think about it and wanted to imitate Tang Pojun, but he did not learn it at all. On the contrary, Zhang Wenxu learned 30% to 40% of the posture, but his strength was not enough.
Chen Guang's eyes widened, and the whirlwind approached his eyes. He jumped up in the air, and the big knife came down against his chest, cutting the skirt of his clothes. The tiger sword performed an unsightly "Chopped Fish Head with Peppers", but Qin Dingque seemed to
There are eyes everywhere. The sword was only a foot away when his sword struck back.
Ding!
Qin Dingque let go of the tiger soul sword with a sharp strike.
The younger generation of the Qin family was condescending, excited and ecstatic.
Uncle Wu won.
Once the swordsman loses his sword, there will be no suspense in the competition.
Li Taizhen narrowed his eyes, can't hold it anymore?
But when he saw the corners of Mr. Tang's mouth raised, his eyes narrowed.
He caught the tiger sword with one hand and stabbed his lower abdomen with the knife.
"Left, left-handed knife?"
Not only the audience did not expect, but Qin Dingque also did not expect that Chen Guang actually took the knife with his left hand and stabbed him with the force. In his haste, he did not defend himself in place, and the tip of the Tiger Soul knife opened a hole in his stomach.
The movement at his feet was really fast. Seeing Chen Guang's sword moving forward, he spun the sword and became a little shorter.
Chen Guang quickly withdrew his sword and retreated. If he didn't retreat, everything below the elbow would be severed.
Qin Dingque is no longer in the mood to comment on this seemingly fledgling junior. His ability to adapt to changes has already hurt him. Maybe tomorrow, no one will remember that Qin Dingque won the ninth level of the physical body, but everyone will definitely spread the word about the ninth level of the physical body.
Qin Dingque was seriously injured.
Of course, this is the best result so far.
If you win.
Li Taizhen became more and more interested. He raised his left hand and imitated Chen Guang's move just now. He could also do this move, but the knife didn't look light and the movement shouldn't be that smooth.
This time, he didn't talk to Mr. Tang or ask questions.
My mind has been recalling the moves just now, constantly thinking of ways to crack it, fail, continue, succeed, continue. The more I simulate, the more excited I feel. I wish I could change Qin Dingque and go on stage myself.
Chen Guang took a deep breath, and underestimated Qin Dingque's reaction, and also underestimated the fifth level of Qi gathering. It was really not a lie, it was really powerful.
On one side of the blade, the tiger sword dances wildly.
The first form of the tiger sword technique, gobble it up.
After the breakthrough, this trick was easy to use.
Dragnet?
What I want is Juehu.
Chi chi chi!
Qin Dingque turned pale in shock, and his internal energy exploded.
Whoa!
There is an additional wound on the arm.
This is just the beginning.
Wei Wujiu let go of his hand off the court. This kid's sword skills were becoming more and more impenetrable. Even if he used his halberd skills to a great extent, he might not be able to do well. No wonder he was determined not to lose.
After one move, Chen Guang was out of breath, his wrists were sore and numb, and he couldn't raise his energy. It was too strenuous to compete with Qi Gathering. Others could use internal energy to continue fighting, but he could only use Qi and blood.
Internal strength recovers quickly, and depleting Qi and blood will damage the foundation.
Qin Dingque raised his head and saw thirty or forty wounds all over his body. The injuries were not serious and extremely insulting. He had fought with Zhang Wenxu for six games, and the total number of injuries he suffered was not that many.
With his momentum rising steadily, Qin Dingque said solemnly: "I have shouldered the hopes of the Qin family, so I have no reason to lose. Boy, from now on, I will not be able to hold back any of my moves. If you give up, you will bet."
Give up."
Chen Guang smiled and said, "I don't know what you are carrying, but all I am carrying is winning."
After saying that, all the energy and blood from the whole body was poured into the Tiger Soul Sword, the skin had a vague metallic color, the back was roaring like a dragon, the blade was crouching like a tiger opened its eyes, and the surrounding energy and blood turned into an illusory tiger head.
Chen Guang dragged the knife behind him with both hands, glared, and swung the knife.
The tiger with condensed energy and blood roared and rushed towards Qin Dingque, a sharp cold light flashed.
The second form of the Tiger Soul Sword Technique is to act as an aide for the tiger.
Qin Dingque poured his inner strength into the broadsword, put his left foot on the ground, and faced the difficulty.
The dark wind is howling, and the three Yin sword techniques are coming to kill.
"It's so cold."
The sword energy collided with Qin Dingque, and the latter broke out of the mist of blood energy, but Chen Guang lost sight of him.
Whoa!
"What?" Qin Dingque's eyes froze, and a silver light hit him. He subconsciously raised his knife to defend himself. The next moment, he flew out of the ring, vomiting blood, and a wound on his chest that covered the chest was bleeding gurglingly.
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Wei Wujiu's expression remained as before, his chest slowly sank, Li Taizhen crushed the handle of the chair, and Mr. Tang smiled and stroked his beard.
"You lost."
Chen Guangdao.
Qin Dingque looked dejected, "I lost...what's your name?"
"Chen Guang."
Qin Dingque stood up, shook off the car and walked out, "The Qin family will keep its promise and will evacuate the Black Devil Gang from Guanglin County soon. Chen Guang, I look forward to discussing with you again."
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Chen Guang."
"Chen Guang."
The people at the back couldn't hear clearly the conversation between the two, and they were cheering without names, as if they were entering the animal world, but after a while, the whole audience shouted Chen Guang's name, which was deafening and earth-shattering.
Chen Guang muttered in a low voice, "Probably, there's no chance."
Mr. Tang seemed to have taken a big tonic and was in high spirits. He did not step onto the ring again. If he won, there would be no need for a referee.
"Little prince, what do you think?"
Li Taizhen turned a deaf ear, her face flushed and excited.
This chapter has been completed!