"Clang—"

Ling Xuejun retreated step by step. When he approached the edge of the arena, a sudden sound of the sword light instantly converged, and then inserted it back into the sheath. Then, he held the hilt deep in his left hand.

Tang Zhong and Feng Bo fanned left and right, one red and one white, and the two-color storms continued to rage and strengthen. They had to work hard to lift Ling Xuejun off the ring and win this victory. Of course, he controlled his emotions well and did not reveal his urgency. Otherwise, the power of the storm would be wrinkled and would be troublesome.

At this moment, Ling Xuejun moved his left hand. With a clang, the sword was unsheathed, and the sword light flew slanted, and it was still a narrow and long way, like a white rainbow, and extremely bright. At first glance, it seemed to be no different from before, but if you pay a little attention, you seemed to see the most brilliant brilliance in the world, which made people feel so close to you. Even though you knew it was extremely sharp, you couldn't resist this impulse in your heart.

This is the Flying Immortal Sword Sutra!

At this moment, when Ling Xuejun used the Flying Immortal Sword Sutra, it was unparalleled and was the most beautiful woman in the world, just like an immortal.

In particular, the Flying Fairy Sword Sutra became stronger after the blessing of his natural sword bones in his left hand. "Sweep" In just a moment, the layers of heavy storms, stacked like waves, cracked and split into two halves where the sword light flew past. It was like a river breaking through the sea and a river breaking through the river.

The Feixian Sword Light went forward and directly killed Tang Zhonghe's chest.

Tang Zhonghe was naturally shocked by such a sharp contrast. He almost couldn't help but feel calm. Fortunately, he was also a person with very rich combat experience and tried his best to maintain his stability. When the fan was closed, it was like a short staff, which cried and collided with it. The extremely pure wind was spit out like a dragon and snake twisted and wrapped around it.

"Shit Lala--"

The Feixian Sword Light was extremely sharp and easily cut off Feng Jin. At this time, Ling Xuejun once again resumed his urgency at the beginning. The Feixian Sword Light shone one after another. Not only did Tang Zhong and Feng Jin break and scatter like rags, but his mood was also affected. Unconsciously, he weakened the intention of confrontation. Although he knew very well that if he didn't fight hard and let the Feixian Sword Light slash, he would definitely suffer a heavy blow to defeat. Even so, it was inevitable.

This situation made Tang Zhonghe smile bitterly in his heart, and he was in a dilemma. He was affected all the time and he would definitely lose. However, if he took the initiative to modify and fight strongly, it would probably ruin his mood. The wind control ability declined greatly and he would lose faster. This is true and difficult to advance, and he would not retreat. In the end, Tang Zhonghe did not change at all. He just followed his heart and hoped that the self-crisis instinct would awaken sooner, and naturally initiate changes to reverse this unfavorable situation.

Sure enough, the next result did not disappoint Tang Zhonghe. Instinct took more priority over the active consciousness. He realized the terribleness of the Feixian Sword Light, felt the threat, and changed naturally. Huh, the rolling wind was like a tide, rushing from all directions, flowing out through his body. However, this flow did not overflow, but was all concentrated in the Fengbo fan, turning into a thick and twisted wind, like a dragon roaring, dancing like a dragon, fighting with the Feixian Sword Light.

The wonders of Xuangang are all manifested!

"Ding Ding Dangdang--"

It is as dense as rainstorm, and it sounds like thunder!

The Feixian Sword Light cut countless times on the Dragon of Wind, but none of them were completely cut off. It was like a knife cutting off the water and water flowing even more. As soon as the Feixian Sword Light retreated, the endless wind power came over and restored the old view. Now, Tang Zhonghe's situation stabilized again.

This naturally did not go to Ling Xuejun's wishes. At this moment, Ling Xuejun did not hesitate for half a minute and directly used a killing move of the Flying Immortal Sword Technique - Yunlong Seven Transformations.

In an instant, Ling Xuejun followed the sword, and the man and sword merged into one, and the whole thing turned into a dazzling sword light, slashing towards Tang Zhonghe Biaokong.

Tang Zhong and Feng Bo fan swung, and the dragon was as sharp as lightning, and immediately responded. However, the sword light that was clearly moving forward suddenly twisted in the air and turned into another direction. It just happened to rub the dragon's body and missed it and continued to kill Tang Zhonghe.

The wonder of Xuangang is fully revealed at this moment, and Tang Zhonghe does not need to take the initiative to control the command. At this moment, the Dragon of Wind Fierce tail swung rapidly, like a water-mill steel whip, and it was whipped violently. It can be foreseeable that before Ling Xuejun's sword light stabbed Tang Zhonghe, this whip could definitely intercept a midstream attack and beat it to the point. At this moment, Ling Xuejun's sword light changed again and killed again.

The sword light flows into the air and changes and dances. It sounds too late, but it is just a flash of lightning and flint, with a very fast speed. This instantaneous extreme change requires not only the internal strength behind you, but also the tenacity of the body, the climax of swordsmanship, the clarity of spirit, and so on. It can be said that there are definitely not many people who can really do this in the sixth level.

Although as a disciple of Kunlun Academy, many students of the fourth and fifth level students will have many different light skills and secret techniques, which are both majestic and fast. There are even a few flying people here, soaring freely like birds. However, the ultimate change, even once, is rarely, because if this does not have a solid foundation, you will almost hurt yourself before you can hurt others. It can be said that without a diamond, don’t take care of porcelain work! If you really dare to use it like this and succeed, you will definitely be a first-class master, just like Ling Xuejun now!

With three moves, the sword light was extremely restrained, reappearing the human body and the long sword. Except for a slightly sharp energy on the sword body, there was no way to see the glory before. It looked like it was at the end of a strong crossbow, but the sense of danger in Tang Zhonghe's heart not only did not weaken, but it had increased a lot. If he hadn't been able to calm down, he would have really taken the initiative.

"Well—"

With a violent sound of friction, Feng Bo Fan released another Feng Jin Dragon to intercept Ling Xuejun's third sword. Only once, similar to before, but not exactly the same. Although he did not stop and changed directions in four directions, he finally wiped some of the sword power and reduced some of the power of the sword.

He was also very glad that he had not broken his own state of mind, otherwise, the continuous and powerful wind would be difficult to maintain.

"puff--"

Although the power is sufficient, it still takes time to control the flow of the commander. Tang Zhonghe did not have time to evolve the Dragon of Wind Power. He could only use the innate means of the Tongtian Fuyao Art to penetrate the body, just like a strong wind, blowing and intercepting it. This is equivalent to the light of the flying fairy sword, and it is naturally vulnerable and easily broken, like passing through the floating soil or breaking the bean curd.

However, with this buffering, Tang Zhonghe can slightly adjust his mental technique, control the wind power, condense in front of him, form a wind barrier, like a shield, intercept and block Ling Xuejun's killing move.

In Tang Zhonghe's view, Ling Xuejun was almost at the limit. If this killer move was broken, it would be Ling Xuejun's weakest moment. At this time, counterattack would definitely be twice the result with half the effort. If you can't say it, you can defeat the trend and win in one fell swoop.

Tang Zhonghe thought beautifully, but Ling Xuejun did not come according to his idea. He had already tore the storm apart, so he could take advantage of the situation. Ling Xuejun changed direction again. This was five degrees. After this change, Ling Xuejun appeared on the side of his waist and ribs. The wind barrier on his chest was originally recorded, but it was useless. Tang Zhonghe could only turn the wind force again, and flowed out of his body to intercept it.

This time, Ling Xuejun did not change direction anymore. The hasty wind power intertwined and wanted to become a storm, which was worse than the interception at four degrees. She only adjusted her left wrist with a fine adjustment, and the long sword pointed to a gap in the wind power intertwined and intertwined.

"puff--"

With a dull sound, the wind was easily broken, the sword continued to extend and continued to move forward, and easily pierced into Tang Zhonghe's waist and ribs. The sharpness of the divine weapon was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, and it penetrated directly into the body, bringing out a row of blood blades.

That is the result of blood mixed with wind.

At this moment, it was shown that Tang Zhong and the sixth-level title of marquis were worthy of their reputation. The pain and severe damage failed to make him mentally collapse. Instead, he endured it and continued to use the bans that surged from all directions to adjust their flesh and bones, pressing Ling Xuejun's long sword to restrain it. At the same time, Feng Bo fan swung, and a double dragon in one style to draw water. Two wind dragons quickly rolled back and both entangled.

The people of the Sword Immortals are real swordsmen. Although there will be no sword in front of others and the oath of death, if possible, they will not give up their own sword. Ling Xuejun is the same. She wanted to draw the sword out, but she felt the strong wind squeezing and friction, which made every inch he pulled out extremely difficult.

Inspired by this, Ling Xuejun made a quick decision, turned to a draw, and pushed the remaining power of Yunlong's seven transformations mixed with the new power in his body.

"laugh--"

With a sharp roar, Ling Xuejun's long sword suddenly passed through his body. Ling Xuejun's own small close-fitting body technique turned behind Tang Zhonghe. His left hand easily changed to hold the hilt of the sword, turned around and slashed again, and took a step faster, and the long sword slashed horizontally on Tang Zhonghe's throat.

Ling Xuejun naturally would not really exert force fiercely and cut Tang Zhonghe's throat. He just cut through the protective energy, making the sword energy sharp, close to Tang Zhonghe's throat flesh, and let that solemn and cold mind flow into his heart, giving him the greatest threat.

Tang Zhonghe is not the kind of person who is silly and slouching. In this case, he naturally understands what it means. Without any delay in time, he spoke directly, "I lost!"

"Thank you!" At this time, Ling Xuejun stood with her sword. Two words finally burst out from her mouth, clear and cold, with the inherent solemnity of the swordsman, but there was also a hint of feminine charm, which made people not feel cold, but instead had a different kind of comfort and pleasure.

This has no characteristics of any martial arts and superpowers, and it is entirely due to Ling Xuejun's personal charm.

However, although this victory made Ling Xuejun's expression feel a little relaxed, it still did not make him smile, which made countless audiences present regret. Some people even began to decide to book tickets to the Fengshen Hall at this moment, and wanted to chase Ling Xuejun to see her next semi-finals battle, every move, every frown and smile.

The quarterfinals competed for the quarterfinals and competed for the quarterfinals, and three games have passed. Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu, Yinhuo Hou Zhong Wantang, and Feixian Hou Ling Xuejun won the victory. From here, we can see that the advantages of the Wanxiang Academy are very obvious, accounting for two, one from Zhurong Palace and the other from the Sword Sect, are both major forces.

This situation is actually the norm. After all, every year, the Wanxiang Academy has the largest number of places to recruit students, because they include everything, and have the most power. Unlike the Demon God Academy, which focuses on bloodlines, Star Dou Academy, and the power of stars, there are still thresholds and boundaries. However, in the current situation, Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu has already won a top four place for the Demon God Academy. If Meng Bai cannot win next and defeated Shi Lin, a disciple of the Pure Land of the Pure Land who also came from the Wanxiang Academy, the Star Dou Academy became a big loser in the competition between the three academies. The advantage of surpassing the Demon God Academy in the previous quarterfinals cannot be compensated.

After all, the value of the semi-finals and semi-finals is definitely different.

Although the audience in the audience was mostly watching the excitement, they were still very sensitive to the honor of their own academy. Therefore, at this moment, countless audiences of Xingdou Academy began to shout, supporting Meng Bai, and would continue to counterattack and kill the sixth level to win. There were quite a few people in this area who were previously from other forces in Xingdou Academy and didn't like Meng Bai, but at this moment, they also joined in, despite their expressions and other distortedness.

Meng Bai was naturally very happy about this, that is, time, he stepped on the auspicious clouds and flew onto the ring, greeted everyone, calmly demeanor, and showed them a positive look and a confident attitude to make them all feel at ease.

This situation was naturally very happy for the disciples of Xingdou Academy. However, the disciples of Wanxiang Academy were dissatisfied and began to call Shi Lin to take down Meng Bai. After all, this attitude really seemed a little arrogant.

Shi Lin was naturally a little unhappy. He originally thought that his family was at the sixth level, so this kind of victory belonged to him. Although he had heard of Meng Bai's name and knew Meng Bai's counterattack at the sixth level, he also realized that Meng Bai's real strength was strength and the ability to fight head-on. This is Meng Bai's outstanding feature, and it is even stronger than many sixth-level marquis warriors. If you want to specifically fight him, it is not uncommon to capsize in the gutter. However, if you avoid the sharpness of the head, hit him back in the evening, look for his weakness, and walk the strange way of the Qimen, Meng Bai would not have this advantage. In this way, the gap between the fifth and sixth levels will emerge again.
Chapter completed!