Lan Qiao slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "What a wonderful move! What a wonderful move! I didn't expect that brother Ziyi's Yin Kong style can be used like this. Usually when a master makes a move, his true energy always reaches its peak at the moment when the weapons clash.

Brother Ziyi is now forcing Zuo Dao to fight him in advance, and Zuo Dao's skill will definitely not reach its limit before it is too late."

Hua Yuxi said quietly: "My husband slapped me so hard, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Lan Qiao patted her thigh again, and then realized that she had patted Hua Yuxi's leg because she was sitting too close.

He was about to apologize to Hua Yuxi when he suddenly realized something was wrong and said in shock: "Something's wrong. Zuo Dao doesn't seem surprised at all. Could it be that he had already guessed that Ziyi had this move?"

But seeing the alliance stand, Zuo Dao showed a hint of a ferocious smile, as if he was already prepared for Ling Yufei's Yin Kong Style. The Huan Mo Dao took advantage of the sudden increase in momentum and struck Ling Yufei head-on like a cold flash of lightning.

Ling Yufei's seven-hole ding-yin sword flashed with cold light, and he held the left-handed Huanmo sword less than three inches away from his face. The swords intersected to form an upright "ten".

Zuo Dao didn't expect that Ling Yufei would dare to attack him head-on, without even taking a step back.

Lan Qiao and Hua Yuxi in the audience were equally puzzled. Given the difference in skill between the two on the stage, in such a head-to-head exchange, Zuo Dao should have shocked Ling Yufei to vomit blood, but why did Ling Yufei seem to be idle?

Ting Xinbu doesn’t seem to feel any pressure at all?

"You must have learned from the arrows in the border city that I have this 'Sound Sky' skill, so I have been prepared for it." A sneer escaped from the corner of Ling Yufei's mouth, "But did he tell you that I have this Ling Yin sword skill?"

In fact, in addition to the ‘Sound Sky’ on the fifth floor, there is also the ‘Sound Break’ on the sixth floor?”

"What did you say?"

"Take a closer look." Ling Yufei laughed, "Did your sword really hit my sword? Where is the air that I 'removed' just now?"

Zuo Dao took a closer look and was suddenly shocked. It turned out that although his Huan Mo Dao seemed to have hit Ling Yufei's seven-hole Dingyin sword, it actually did not hit the opponent's sword.

In front of Ling Yufei's sword, there was actually an invisible thin layer of air that blocked the Magic Ink Sword in advance.

This is the air that Ling Yufei had just moved away with the "Sound Sky" style. This air was gathered by his unique Qi into a very thin but extremely dense "air shield" that was as solid as iron stone.

No wonder Ling Yufei didn't react at all when Zuo Dao struck with all his strength. It turned out that his Magic Ink Saber didn't hit Ling Yufei's sword at all, but was "blocked" by this dense air shield.

"It's normal that I don't know about the Border Town Arrow, because the change of the 'sound break' pattern was something I just came up with yesterday." Ling Yufei smiled casually, and the seven-hole tuning sword suddenly vibrated, and the sound break form changed into a sonic boom form.

, the air shield gathered by the true energy exploded instantly, making a loud noise like a landslide and tsunami.

"Peng"!

The last time Lanqiao heard such a violent explosion was when Zhang Zhongjie ignited the gunpowder in Muyu Mountain and blew up the mountain.

Ling Yufei and Zuo Dao were shocked and flew backward at the same time. The former took seven steps back until his back hit the flagpole at the corner of the alliance platform, and he could barely stand still. Wherever he stepped, all the wooden boards on the platform were covered.

Cracks appear.

The Zuo Dao was sent six to seven feet into the air by the force of the counter-shock, then spun and fell downwards.

Ling Yufei's breath changed, and regardless of the fact that he had also suffered internal injuries from the force of the counterattack, he took a strong breath, flew up on his toes, and counterattacked Zuo Daoji who was in mid-air.

Following the force of his sword, the other person turned into a bolt of lightning and shot towards the falling left sword.

When Lan Qiao saw Ling Yufei's sword, which could be said to be the most powerful thing in the world, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ziyi is mighty!"

The more than 700 people on the Jinnan Alliance side were originally looking downcast and defeated because their side was behind in two rounds. Now seeing that Ling Yufei was actually expected to defeat Zuo Dao, they all raised their necks and watched with excitement. They followed Lan.

The bridges shouted in unison.

"Ziyi is mighty! Ziyi is mighty!"

Zuo Dao saw Ling Yu Fei's sword light coming towards him, and he knew something was wrong. He had no choice but to take a big sip of his strength, suppressing the blood that was already churning, and struck down with all his strength with the sword in both hands.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

Three times in a row, the sound of strong energy clashing echoed far and near.

Ling Yufei flew down to the table like a kite with a broken string, staggered slightly, and then stood as steady as a mountain.

Zuo Dao tilted his body and fell to the edge of the other side of the alliance platform.

"Qiang"!

The seven-hole tuning sword is sheathed.

Zuo Daohu's body trembled when he heard the sound, his eyes shot out fiercely, and he stared at Ling Yufei on the other side from across the stage.

The two looked at each other without giving in.

At this time, more than 800 people from the White Lotus Sect and more than 700 people from the Jingnan League, including Lan Qiao, Ye Wen and Liang Mengxing, were all silent, waiting for the result.

Although everyone could see that Ling Yufei had unexpectedly gained the upper hand in the sound-empty, sound-break, sonic-boom combo just now, no one dared to judge what the outcome would be.

Zuo Dao's body suddenly shook violently again, and the blood drained from his face.

The heroes from the Jingnan League in the audience burst into loud cheers, while those from the White Lotus Sect were even more in disbelief.

Now everyone knows that Zuo Dao lost, but no one knows where he was injured.

But the answer was soon revealed, as blood seeped out from Zuo Dao's right shoulder.

Zuo Dao did not inject acupoints to stop the bleeding. He first looked at the five disciples in the audience who had turned ashen as death, and sighed softly: "Heroes come from young. I lost this battle. I hope you can still fight in the next battle."

Such good luck."

After that, he returned to the formation of the White Lotus Sect.

After three battles, all the top players sent by both sides were defeated.

Although Ling Yufei "brought back a victory" for the Jingnan Alliance, which made everyone feel a little relieved, considering that the opponent's most powerful ace, Liang Mengxing, had not played, even the most optimistic people did not dare to predict that they could successfully comeback.

Xiao Wuhen and Liang Mengxing looked at each other, jumped on the stage and said to Hua Yuxi: "Little bitch, it's your turn now."

Hua Yuxi knew in her heart that if she gave up this battle to Lan Qiao and Lan Qiao defeated Xiao Wuhen, she would have to face Liang Mengxing. With the huge gap between her and Liang Mengxing, it would be no different from admitting defeat directly.

The only way now is to fight this former companion of Chushui City by himself.

Hua Yuxi sighed secretly and climbed up the stairs to the stage.

She knew that Xiao Wuhen's martial arts was not as good as Murong Ying, Ye Wen, Zuodao and others at the top of the list, but he was already the closest to the top players among the younger generation, and looking at Ling Yufei's rapid progress in the past few years,

Even though Xiao Wuhen was the true successor of An Xiaohan, he would not be outdone by others. He would never seek a sword in vain, and he still maintained an inherent impression of her.

That will only lead to the same fate as the left sword that underestimates the enemy.

After thinking for a while, Hua Yuxi raised one foot, pointed to the shoes on her feet, and looked at Lan Qiao with a pleading look.

Lan Qiao was connected with her, and knew that her swordsmanship started with dancing, and if she wanted to enter the realm of dancing without any distractions, she would be more accustomed to being barefoot.

Hua Yuxi has never shown her bare feet in front of outsiders since she and Lan Qiao had an "awkward fight" in Wangbei Tower. Today, in order to fight wholeheartedly, she asked Lan Qiao for a favor. When Lan Qiao nodded in agreement, she gently took off her shoes.

Socks were placed neatly on the corner of the stage, then he walked barefoot three feet in front of Xiao Wuhen, picked up the Huawu sword with its sheath and said: "Sister Xiao, please."

"What a slut." Xiao Wuhen looked at Hua Yuxi's bare feet and cursed. He took out his sword and pointed it at his opponent. Just as a gust of mountain wind blew by, a spine-chilling chill suddenly appeared on the stage.
Chapter completed!