Chapter 1037: The Martial Arts Conference (Twelve)

Seeing Li Feng's dagger stabbing his chest, Monk Yuan Wu felt ashamed and knew that if he didn't pull out the wooden stick, he would definitely be unable to resist it. However, at this time, Li Feng was still holding a spear in his right hand, and the tip of the spear was still held by himself. If the wooden stick was pulled out, he would still be stabbed by the spear tip.

So, Monk Yuan Wu made a fuss, held a wooden stick in one hand, pulled out the other hand, leaned forward, and grabbed Li Feng's dagger with empty hands in response to Li Feng's momentum.

Li Feng stabbed so quickly. He didn't expect Kongwu to do so recklessly. He was stunned. Just as he was hesitating, Kongwu's hand grabbed the dagger. Immediately, the sharp blade cut Kongwu's palm and blood dripped along the dagger!

"Ah!" Although the monks in Dalin Temple were calm, they all exclaimed at this moment. Even the Changsheng host who was watching from a distance was stunned. "Amitabha, there is too much anger, it's not right!"

"Haha, you old monk, this brave monk is so bleeding for your face in Dalin Temple. Why do you comment like this? I like it. If you don't want it, send it to our Tianlong Sect!" Garulo laughed.

"What is the face of Dalin Temple? It cannot be determined by this sword contest. Even if you lose, what can you do?" Elder Changsheng shook his head and said.

The face of the leader Zhang San next to him was ashen, and he was nothing but a low-generation disciple of Dalin Temple. There were such a solid martial arts disciples who could actually draw with the outstanding disciples he selected in a short time! This was something he had never expected before.

And just then, a voice shouted: "The time has come, Li Feng of the Zhengdao League and Yuan Wu of Dalin Temple will be eliminated regardless of the outcome!"

When Li Feng heard this, he was very anxious. When he looked at it again, it was true that the arena was as high as the ground!

This sword contest is over!

"Oh!" Li Feng put away the dagger and spear, bowed and smiled bitterly: "Little monk, you... really want it, I'm willing to give up the disadvantage!"

Yuan Wu held back the pain, clasped his hands together, and the blood flowed down his wrist, and laughed forcibly: "Thank you for your mercy, donor!"

Li Feng was helpless and shook his head and looked at the platform sideways. The face of Zhang San's leader of the astonished alliance had disappeared, but instead he gradually smiled!

With a "kick", Li Feng was shocked and knew that the leader of the Zhang League... was already out of anger!

But what can he do?

With the lessons of Li Feng from the Zhengdao League, everyone in the future would not dare to hold back in the sword contest. As long as they came to the stage, they would be a unique move, fearing that they would eliminate themselves due to delays in time.

The monks in Dalin Temple were the opposite. They seemed to have received the instructions of Master Chang Geng. If they were not as fierce as Yuan Wu, they would immediately stop the situation if they had a slightly dangerous move. If the opponent advanced, they would immediately jump out of the ring and admit defeat.

But even so, with Chuanxiang Sect and Dalin Temple very lovingly, when the winner was decided in the last eight arenas, except for the disciples of five major sects, the disciples of other sects were all eliminated!

Of course, although these disciples were eliminated, they were really good at fighting with masters from the five major sects in the absence of life. This is probably more precious than any "Jade and Pill". Therefore, even if they were beaten off the ring, they were all red and excited, and they were not depressed!

The eight disciples of the five major sects are: Xia Qing and Hu Ben, Liang Cangxu, He Xu and Chen Yang, Yuantong of Dalin Temple, Qin Shiyue of Tianlong Sect, and Wu Shanghong of the righteous alliance!

Judging from the number of people, three disciples from Shuiyunjian, who had all done their best, won the strong lineup, and only one disciple of the Zhengdao League, which was also inevitable, won the victory. This shows how the two factions had the strength.

Xia Qing, as an inner disciple, of course, he has a much higher martial arts skills than ordinary disciples, so it is very normal to be able to win!

When the list of eight people came out, four of the eight arenas were huddled into the ground. The disciples of the Chuanxiang Cultivation Sect who were supervising sent the list of eight people into the small hole of the arena. However, for a long time, two lines of big words appeared on the light curtains of the four arenas:

The incense sect Xia Qing, and the Tianlong sect Qin Shiyue;

The incense sects the tiger and the water and clouds are spreading;

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

The righteous alliance of Wu Shanghong, and Chen Yang among the water and clouds.

Everyone was uproared. Judging from the performance of the sword competition on the just now, Xia Qing had extremely high martial arts skills and was easy to win after several appearances. The same was true for Qin Shiyue of the Tianlong Sect. The snake-like soft sword opened and closed, and the opponent was also unstoppable. Everyone thought that the two would meet in the end. Unexpectedly, they just met in the competition!

For a moment, many people gathered in front of the ring where the two were, wanting to see the showdown at the peak of martial arts.

Xia Qing looked at her name, her expression remained unchanged at all. She used her skills to use the light skills of the Incense Sect to float on the stage. Qin Shiyue from the Tianlong Sect opposite was also extremely chic. With a wave of her soft sword, she was like a folding fan in her hand. With a step, she stepped onto the arena like an extremely low step!

"Okay~" Everyone was stroking their hands, but they were all discerning people. Naturally, they knew that both of them were extraordinary in their light skills. If they simply compared the light skills, Qin Shiyue would be vaguely three points higher than Xia Qing!

"Girl, look at your hand, you are much taller than the other people. As far as Qin knows, Lihuo Palace... does not seem to be as good as female disciples with such high martial arts skills?" Qin Shiyue asked with a smile.

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

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

Before Qin Shiyue finished speaking, Xia Qing waved her hand and was also a soft sword. Like the dragon exploring the sea, she took action with her gesture, "Oh, little girl, my heart is really poisonous!" Qin Shiyue spoke, and her hands kept stopping. With a wave of her internal strength, his soft sword collapsed straight, like an ordinary long sword, responding with a "sniff" sound...

Both of them are from famous sects and are also outstanding in this sect. The sword techniques and internal skills are not far apart. They meet opponents and meet good talents. After half a stick of incense, the two soft swords did not meet. Everyone under the ring was stunned. Everyone was thinking about how many moves could they hold on if they were in the ring now?

As time passed, the ring fell little by little. Xia Qing felt something was wrong. She bit her teeth, turned over and jumped into the air, shook her soft sword, and slashed her backhand.

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

Unexpectedly, the two soft swords were about to come into contact, and suddenly a light red light flashed from Xia Qing's soft sword. With a "sweet" sound, the light red light hit Qin Shiyue's soft sword tip, and the tip of the four-fingered sword fell in response to the sound!

"Sword Rain?" Qin Shiyue took a deep breath and almost screamed. At this time, someone who knew the goods under the ring had already called for him. Suddenly, the whole ring was noisy, and everyone was amazed!

Xia Qing had a slight pride on her face, and the sword light that was about an inch long above the soft sword was stretching and retracting, and a red light was also wandering up and down her soft sword.

On the other hand, Qin Shiyue frowned and had a little nervous face.

Qin Shiyue is certainly a disciple of Garula of the Tianlong Sect, but Garula is best at light skills. Therefore, Qin Shiyue is not as proficient in internal skills as Xia Qing. When he saw his soft sword being chopped off the tip of the sword, he knew that if he only fought martial arts, he might not be his opponent. So, with his frown, he took the soft sword back, reached into his arms, and took out something that was about one foot long, like a deer antler!

The thing is shaped like antlers, and the whole body is pitch black, so it is impossible to tell what material it is made of.

Seeing this, Xia Qing did not hold back and waved his sword again. Qin Shiyue muttered something and raised his weapon to meet him. A "sharp" sound was like the sound of a torch throwing into cold water. The sword light of more than an inch on Xia Qing's soft sword immediately shrank a little when it touched the weapon!

"Ah?" Xia Qing showed horror on her face and she took several steps back without realizing it.

Qin Shiyue smiled grimly, floated up to follow, dancing the antlers, and used the strange moves, forcing Xia Qing to overwhelm. He encountered it again without hesitation, and the sword light shrank a little further.

As a result, half of the incense stick was about to end, and the sword light on Xia Qing's soft sword had disappeared, but Qin Shiyue became more and more brave! He reached out and the weapon was straight towards Xia Qing's throat. Xia Qing seemed to have a trauma, covering her heart with her left hand, and the soft sword in her right hand wanted to block the deer antler, but she was afraid that the deer antler would destroy the soft sword. She had no choice but to roll the soft sword and stabbed Qin Shiyue's big hole from under the deer antler. The soft sword was extremely fast, as if it had the idea of ​​surrounding Wei to save Zhao.

"You go down!" Qin Shiyue shouted loudly and handed out the antler in his hand. His antler was only about four inches away from Xia Qing's throat, and the soft sword was more than one foot away from him. In any case, Xia Qing could not have stabbed him first!

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a faint light flashed from Xia Qing's heart. A slight light shield was blocking the antlers in front of Qin Shiyue. With a "puff" sound, the light shield blocked the antlers, and the antlers could no longer move forward!

"Jade Talisman?" Qin Shiyue shouted, and immediately wanted to knock the soft sword away. Unexpectedly, before his antlers could be hit back, another sword light flashed on Xia Qing's soft sword. Although the sword light was much dimmer than before, the distance of three inches suddenly hit Qin Shiyue's big acupoint!

Seeing the soft sword Jian Gong, Xia Qing floated up and kicked Qin Shiyue in the chest, kicking him off the ring with a "pop"!

At this time, the time for an incense stick was already here, and the arena had just dropped to the ground!
Chapter completed!