Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue on the stage looked like ghosts.
If you look at it from below, you can see two black shadows flying back and forth.
"What a mysterious movement technique."
The old disciples are all very visionary and can catch the figures of the two people. Their eyes follow the two of them and move up, down, left and right. Wherever they hit, the old disciples can see where they hit them. It is difficult for the disciples with weaker background to see them.
Seeing its true form, one could only hear the clashing sound of swords, and see streaks of bright fire exploding, either purple or cyan, like blossoming flowers, gorgeous and colorful.
It is not difficult to see that Mu Qinghan fell behind.
Perhaps her bloodline was suppressed and was restricted everywhere. Her white dress was stained with bright red blood. Every sword mark was lingering with the light of the heavenly spirit, which contained murderous intent and dissolved her essence, making the wound extremely difficult to deal with.
heal.
On the other hand, Liu Ruyue's figure is still so graceful.
"Good sword."
Old Taoist Ouyang exclaimed. He was looking at Mu Qinghan's sword. He didn't know what kind of material it was made of, but the purple sword energy on the sword body was actually the energy of the Purple Tears Soldier Crystal.
He could see it, and so could the elders present.
Without asking, he knew that Mu Qinghan's sword had been tempered by the Purple Tears Crystal.
Look at Liu Ruyue's Heavenly Spirit Sword again, it's pretty impressive.
In this regard, Ouyang Laodao is the most confident, and it was he who helped Liu Ruyue refine it.
In terms of weapons, Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue are equally matched, but in terms of background and combat power, Mu Qinghan is obviously not good enough. They both have special bloodlines, but hers is not as good as Liu Ruyue's. The inheritance of the Heavenly Spirit Body has always been very strong, and it is hidden in her bloodline.
Mysterious power, and it comes with its own innate secret skills.
But Mu Qinghan's bloodline seems to have none of these.
Or maybe, he hasn’t awakened yet.
"Your senior sister is going to be defeated!" Elder Chen Xuan took a sip of wine.
"I see it."
Zhao Yun replied that he knew it when Mu Qinghan came to power.
Of these new sect disciples, no more than three can defeat Liu Ruyue, and among these three, Mu Qinghan is obviously not there. The senior sister is very strong, but against Tianling, it is only a matter of time before she loses.
Taking a moment, he looked back at Yunfeng.
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br> Yunfeng sat as firm as a mountain, closing her eyes and concentrating, not looking at all. In her opinion, Liu Ruyue was bound to win, and there was no suspense. Zhao Yun glanced sideways, and then looked at Yun Yan. His master was watching the battle.
Silent, just silent spectators.
"The body of the heavenly spirit is indeed not sealed."
"No matter how strong you are, it's useless. If you face Chu Wushuang, you'll still have to kneel down."
"Mu Qinghan is not weak either. When two strong men meet, one of them will be defeated."
There was a lot of talking and shouting in the meeting place. They were all those who were afraid of the world being in chaos. It was pointless for the two men to fight, but the fight between the female disciples was really pleasing to the eye. Moreover, they were so beautiful that they looked like gods.
The elders had different expressions. While watching the battle, they did not forget to take a look at Yunyan and Yunfeng.
The whole Tianzong knew about the grudge between the twin sisters. They were from the same mother, but they were like enemies. Maybe after the fight between Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue, they, who were masters, would also have a fight.
"In my opinion, Junior Sister Yunyan is better."
"Peeping at Yunyan bathing, the most you can get is a beating."
"If you dare to peek at Yunfeng, you have to reincarnate."
Chen Xuan and Lao Xu were drunk, talking nonsense and muttering to themselves.
After hearing this, Zhao Yun raised his hands and cast a sidelong glance at the old man. If what he expected was true, this guy would have been beaten a lot. No wonder meeting his master Yun Yan was like a mouse meeting a cat.
Pound! Zheng!
While he was talking, a sword flew down from the stage and was inserted diagonally into Mr. Chen Xuan's gambling table. The sword body shook and moved with a clang. The purple sword energy on it was quite fierce.
.
Nai Mu Qinghan's sword was shot down by Liu Ruyue.
"Good sword."
Old Chen Xuan tilted his head, looked up and down at Qinghan Sword, and was amazed.
What Zhao Yun was looking at was the battle stage. After dozens of rounds of fighting, Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue finally stopped. The two stood gracefully in one direction and the other in the west. Mu Qinghan's body was full of blood, while Liu Ruyue was still wearing white clothes and holding the Tianling Sword.
, and a wisp
Blood overflowed, all of it was Mu Qinghan's blood.
"I lost."
Mu Qinghan sighed, turned around and walked off the stage, covering his shoulders.
Perhaps the injury was so severe that he failed to take a steady step when he came off the stage and fell down.
Zhao Yun stood up, stepped forward, and supported him steadily.
"It's embarrassing for Zizhufeng." Mu Qinghan laughed at himself.
"It all depends on people." Zhao Yun smiled, and a soft true energy was poured into Mu Qinghan's body, helping him get rid of his murderous intention, and then stuffed a pill into Mu Qinghan's mouth.
"Thank you, junior brother." Mu Qinghan walked to his seat.
The competition is not over yet, she still has another chance to be resurrected and can still win.
Zhao Yun also sat back, and Liu Ruyue happened to be passing by. She was such a proud woman, so arrogant. The coldness and indifference on her cheeks perfectly explained what it means to be aloof.
"You'd better pray that you don't meet me on the battlefield."
These were the words left to Zhao Yun by the body of Heavenly Spirit as he passed by.
Zhao Yun's expression didn't change much. He had to pray and pray that he would meet Liu Ruyue on stage.
"Do you still have the Purple Tears Soldier Crystal? Let me use it!" Old Chen Xuan poked Zhao Yun.
"After the competition, let's have a chat." Zhao Yun casually replied, "I can help you temper your weapons. I will use the Purple Tears Weapon Crystal to forge them for you and lend them to you. It's a nice idea."
"Okay!" Mr. Chen Xuan beamed.
"Did you bet on me to lose?" Zhao Yun glanced at Mr. Chen Xuan.
"If you have money, why not make it?"
"How much was deposited?"
"Not much, half a million."
"I also want to express my apology to you first." Zhao Yunlai said this.
Previously, when he blasted Weichuan, he also expressed his apology to Luoxia.
When it's over, I'll leave it to Wei Chuan.
This time, it was also courtesy first and then fighting.
Later, when Chen Xuan scolded his mother, his voice would probably be very loud.
After a while, the fight on the stage was over
Finish.
The winner was Mo Dao. He didn't say a word when he came on stage and ended the battle with three or two swords.
The one who went up next was Mu Zhaoxue.
After looking at Zhao Xue, the spectators would take a look at Sikong Jiannan.
It's really weird, why is it that every time I see Mu Zhaoxue, her cheeks are a little flushed?
"He is handsome and has good kidneys."
Jian Nan shook his head, his hair style was flowing.
"I also have a wife."
Zhao Yun looked at the Lord of the Rings and Liu Ruxin in the ice coffin.
After being married for so long, he has never slept with his wife in his arms, and he doesn't know what it feels like.
"Nothing to show for it."
During this scene, the moon god would give him a look, poke his wife's breasts at night, secretly, like a thief, and point at you to flirt with girls? You are only meant to be flirted with.
Today’s fantasy is a good example.
Not only was he flirted with, but he also received a beating. How could his disciple of the Moon God be so worthless!
"Stop, stop, stop, I admit defeat."
After only ten rounds of fighting, Mu Zhaoxue returned home victorious.
"I abstain."
As soon as Mu Zhaoxue stepped off the stage, she heard a faint sound.
Looking around, I realized that it was the swordsman disciple with a depressed look on his face. He faced Prajna yesterday and was sent to the resurrection match. He came up from the resurrection match and bumped into Prajna again.
"What would happen if I called them together?"
Su Yu touched his chin and looked around at his friends.
For example, Yang Feng and Sikong Jiannan were also touching their chins, and they bumped into each other twice. What a fate! But after thinking about it, I gave it up. Prajna is a Buddhist woman, and all the four elements of Buddhism are empty.
"Tang Hao, Ji Hen, come on stage."
Wu Xuantong yawned first and then started calling people.
Just like the last time, when Ji Hen's name was called, the tone was particularly strong, aiming to tell the spectators that the talent who came through the back door was about to come on stage, and everyone who was betting was optimistic about their own money.