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Zhou Dian opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything to refute. Yang Xiao's meaning couldn't be more obvious. There are only three places, and naturally the person with the highest martial arts will take the place. Compared with Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng, his martial arts is not inferior.
One and a half stars.
"Leader, there is no need to be depressed," Yang Xiao said, "The Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is really as powerful as the leader said. I think the final winner of this competition may not be able to achieve his wish."
"Yes, the leader has fought against the three great divine monks. He can use this to negotiate with the final winner and join forces. The third brother still has a chance." Yin Tianzheng added.
Zhang Wuji's eyes moved and he nodded slightly, not because of how clever this plan was, but because he remembered what happened on Spirit Snake Island and knew the whereabouts of half of the dragon-slaying knife. After rescuing his adoptive father, he could exchange it for his adoptive father's life.
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"Yang Xiao, do you dare to step forward and fight!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted again. The cold voice spread throughout the audience. Everyone's eyes fell on the Mingjiao people, or to be precise, Yang Xiao's face.
Yang Xiao is one of the two major demons of the Ming sect. His reputation is even louder than that of Yang Dingtian back then. Because of his romantic nature, he has left a lot of debts in the martial arts world, which makes people jealous.
Yang Xiao pondered for a while, but then nodded, "Headmaster Zhou is very aggressive and feels that Yang is easy to bully. He might as well learn some of the Emei Sect's clever tricks. I don't know how much progress he has made compared to Gu Hongzi back then."
The battle between Gu Hongzi and Yang Xiao can be said to have reduced the reputation of the Emei Sect to its lowest point, causing Gu Hongzi to commit suicide. This is also the reason why Master Miejie hates Yang Xiao the most.
At this moment, he brought up old things again. In addition to stoking Zhou Zhiruo's anger, he also deliberately emphasized that if you don't use the swordsmanship of the Emei Sect to defeat me, you will not be avenging Master Miejie.
But to his surprise, Zhou Zhiruo just said indifferently, "It doesn't matter whether you fight or not. I am here today to kill the evil leader of the Demon Cult."
"You..." Even though Yang Xiao was in charge of the city, he couldn't help but show a trace of anger, "You're talking shamelessly."
As he spoke, he took a step forward. He was two feet in front of Zhou Zhiruo, with nothing in his hands. From the battle with Zhang Wuji just now, he could tell that Zhou Zhiruo was extremely skilled in swordsmanship. Although his swordsmanship was not weak, compared with Zhou Zhiruo,
, but things went a little worse, so I decided not to use weapons at all.
Zhou Zhiruo said nothing, with a slight sneer at the corner of her mouth, then she raised her hand and stabbed out with a sword, which was ordinary and pointed directly at his heart.
Yang Xiao originally thought that she would give up the weapon, but he didn't expect that she would be so direct and not talk about the so-called martial arts rules at all.
However, there was no time for him to care about this. Zhou Zhiruo's speed was too fast. In the midst of lightning and flint, he drew a semicircle with his right palm in the air, and slapped the opponent's sword tip with one palm. Halfway through, his right hand changed into a strange posture.
, he actually walked around the tip of the sword and slapped the sword with his palm.
Zhou Zhiruo's center of gravity shifted and she was almost thrown out. Yang Xiao turned his left wrist and slapped Zhou Zhiruo's lower abdomen.
His two moves were closely connected, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and they were completed in an instant. His shots were fierce and sharp, without any mercy.
Seeing that he was about to receive a slap on his lower abdomen, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly bowed his body, released his right hand, took the sword with his left hand, turned around in the air, and struck out with the sword with his backhand.
There was a "poof" sound, blood spattered, and a piece of his little finger fell to the ground.
Yang Xiao quickly stepped back, and quickly touched his left arm with his right hand to stop the bleeding. Then he looked at the little finger on the ground, his expression as gloomy as water.
But he was filled with fear in his heart. If he hadn't retreated in time, his entire hand would have been cut off.
A year ago, he knew that Zhou Zhiruo was well-hidden and had extremely high martial arts skills, but he asked himself whether he could resist. Unexpectedly, within three moves today, one of his fingers was disabled.
When the heroes saw this, they were not much surprised. After defeating Zhang Wuji in the previous battle, it seemed that defeating Yang Xiao was natural.
Zhou Zhiruo succeeded with one blow, and without much pause, her body swayed, bringing up a string of afterimages, and the infinite sword energy enveloped her whole body, and she was in front of Yang Xiao in an instant.
"Sir," Tingfeng suddenly said, "this man once pushed you into a cliff of ten thousand feet. If Miss Zhou just kills him, wouldn't it be too easy for him?"
Murong Fu was silent. In fact, he had no intention of letting Yang Xiao go today. This villain, who appeared to be upright and aboveboard, actually stabbed him in the back several times. There was no reason to let him go. He was just struggling with how to take revenge on this person.
That’s all.
"I heard that Yang Xiao has a daughter named Yang Buhui?" Murong Fu asked.
Tingfeng was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes, "Master, do you plan to take revenge on his daughter?"
"What are you thinking about?" Murong Fu tapped her little head, "I'm just asking casually."
He has also met Yang Buhui, who is considered a rare beauty, but he really has no idea about it. After all, Guangmingding is too far away, and he doesn't have much time to worry about it now.
While the two were talking, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Xiao exchanged hundreds of moves. Although Zhou Zhiruo had just had a big battle, her internal strength was so profound that her little consumption had no effect. In addition, without the restraint of the Nine Yang Divine Art, her martial arts had been brought to its fullest.
, prevailed greatly.
There was already a long sword in Yang Xiao's hand, which was handed over by Yin Tianzheng, but it was still awkward and awkward, struggling to hold on.
Everyone in the Ming Cult was worried. If Yang Zuoshi and the leader were defeated by Zhou Zhiruo, not only would the hope of rescuing King Xie be even slimmer, but it would also be a huge blow to the reputation of the Ming Cult. From now on, anyone would dare to bully them.
"Leader, let Yang Zuoshi admit defeat." Yin Tianzheng sighed slightly and said.
Zhang Wuji knew what he meant. Zhou Zhiruo had a very high hatred for Yang Xiao and could be said to be deadly with all his moves. If he could not resist one move, he would die on the spot. Rather than die, it would be better to leave a life.
Zhang Wuji didn't hesitate much, and immediately sent a message, "Shi Yang Zuo, admit defeat for the time being and retain your usefulness."
Yang Xiao's body trembled, and with a "pop" sound, a long gash was cut on his body, and blood spurted out. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo slash his throat with a very fast sword, Yang Xiao violently used his internal energy, and the blood spurted out suddenly.
Deflect the direction and throw it towards the opponent's face.
Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but froze. Although he could kill Yang Xiao with this sword strike, his face would definitely be covered in blood.
After all, her love for beauty defeated her hatred. After all, Yang Xiao could be killed later, but she lost her image in front of everyone in the world and in front of Murong Fu. This was something she could not accept.
Zhou Zhiruo finally deflected the long sword, made a wave in the wind, and flew out upside down.
Everyone was stunned. With that sword blow, they had already sentenced Yang Xiao to death. Unexpectedly, just because of a mouthful of blood, Zhou Zhiruo retreated. This is too exaggerated. Do women love beauty so much?
Yang Xiao hunched over and did not rush to stop the bleeding. Instead, he stared at Zhou Zhiruo with unspeakable hatred in his eyes. After a moment, he finally sighed, "Yang surrenders."
With Yang Xiao's pride, he has never shown such humiliation before. In the past, it was because of his strength that no one could make him surrender. But now it is no longer possible. He knows that if he does not admit defeat, he will definitely die.
Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly, "Why don't you admit defeat? The only way you can admit defeat is to die."
Saying that, he raised his sword and killed Yang Xiao.
Fang Zheng frowned slightly. After all, this is a martial arts competition, a place where rules are enforced. People have already admitted defeat, so they cannot kill them all, so he said, "Master Zhou, please stop."
"What does master mean?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly stopped and looked at Fang Zheng.
"Donor Yang has already admitted defeat. Although we have promised not to worry about life or death, but since the opponent has admitted defeat, he must not kill him again," Fang Zheng said.
In fact, when he said this, he was a little conflicted. After all, Yang Xiao was one of the demons of the Demon Cult, but now he was talking about these martial arts rules. It was really ridiculous.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly. If Fang Zheng didn't speak, and she killed Yang Xiao with one sword, no one in the world would say anything. But Fang Zheng had already pointed it out, and it would be unreasonable for her to do it again.
Gritting her teeth, Zhou Zhiruo said, "This person is the devil of the Demon Cult, and he is fighting to the death with me, Emei. Does Master Fang Zheng have to protect him?"
Fang Zheng suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood. I was just stating the rules. How come you turned into a protective demon when it came to your mouth?
But at this moment, Murong Fu said, "This guy named Yang also has a little grudge against me, and I just want to challenge him. How about I, the Murong family, have a fight with Yang Xiao first?"
"I have no objection." Zhou Zhiruo said without hesitation.
"This..." Fang Zheng couldn't help but be stunned. In this case, how would Zhou Zhiruo calculate? After all, she has never lost. If she gets out of the ring, will she be considered a loser or a winner?
Murong Fu naturally knew what Fang Zheng was thinking, which was also what everyone was thinking. He smiled slightly and explained, "This event is for my Murong family to resolve personal grudges. It has nothing to do with the martial arts competition, and it will not interfere with your competition to win the championship. It will still happen later."
He is Miss Zhou’s challenger."
Yang Xiao couldn't hold it back and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Yang Zuoshi!"
"Yang Xiao!"
Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng both felt nervous. They thought they could save their lives by surrendering to Zhou Zhiruo, but they didn't expect that Murong Fu came out halfway.
Fang Zhengchao hesitated for a long time, then exchanged glances with several elders around him, and finally nodded, "That's fine, but your fight is not considered a competition in the ring and has nothing to do with the conference."
Murong Fu smiled coldly. He chose to take action at this time. Firstly, he wanted to humiliate Yang Xiao in front of all the heroes in the world. Secondly, he saw Zhou Zhiruo's intention to compete for Xie Xun and become famous in the world, so he could give her some time to recover her true energy.
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"Humph, what do you mean? Yang hasn't agreed yet." Yang Xiao was so angry that he almost fainted.
Yin Tianzheng took a step forward and looked at Murong Fu, "Mr. Murong, if you want to seek revenge, I will take over this battle for Yang Zuoshi."
Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "Yin Tianzheng, you have to think carefully. Even if you die, I will not let Yang Xiao go. If you die, your death will be in vain. Do you still want to take it?"
Yin Tian's face looked slightly suffocated, and then he became furious, "Mr. Murong, do you really want to do something so extreme? There is no one in our Ming Cult who is greedy for life and afraid of death."