"Dang-dang" sounded twice, and the two cold lights were blocked by someone one after another...
But at the same time, the old man and Zu Qianqiu had already pointed at the vital points of the other two people with their elbows and daggers respectively.
After these two people were restrained, the other two immediately did not dare to take action again. The old man laughed, put his elbow on the tall man's throat, and said: "Four brothers, I accept it."
There was a burst of exclamation from the audience. Many people thought that with the tacit cooperation of the four brothers of the "Four Ghosts of the Yellow River", Zu Qianqiu and the old man would definitely suffer a big loss, and the Tianji Sect would also lose some in this competition today.
They wanted to save face, but they didn’t expect that the two “ancestors of the Yellow River” could actually win the match despite being outnumbered and outnumbered.
"I really underestimated these two people before." Many people couldn't help but secretly sigh.
Although the two "Ancestors of the Yellow River" are well-known in the Heluo area, if you look at the entire Jianghu, they are not that powerful. However, it was not until today's competition that the heroes learned that these two people were really
Someone with real ability.
"In the first game, the "Four Ghosts of the Yellow River" challenged the "Ancestor of the Yellow River" from Tianjimen, and the "Ancestor of the Yellow River" won!"
Zu Qianqiu and the old man walked off the stage with great satisfaction, leaving only the four brothers, the "Four Ghosts of the Yellow River", looking at each other on the stage with slumped expressions.
At this time, Ling Jing in the distance suddenly whispered a few words to Ji Wushi, and then saw Ji Wushi get up and walk to the back of the high platform.
Then the "Four Ghosts of the Yellow River" also withdrew, and many of the heroes came on stage to challenge the eight elders of the Tianji Sect by name. However, in more than ten games in a row, no one could defeat the Tianji Sect even once.
"Haha, it seems that the masters of this Tianji Sect are quite good." At a banquet table dozens of feet away under the high platform, the young man suddenly said with a smile.
The middle-aged man on the side touched the beard at the corner of his mouth, his movements unfamiliar, and said: "The Tianji Sect has just been established, and it is not easy to have so many masters taking charge."
The young man smiled noncommittally.
On the other hand, Ren Woxing looked at the competition between Lan Fenghuang and a cold-faced man who used a sword on the stage, and suddenly said to Xiang Wentian: "Brother Xiang, besides me, your martial arts is the best among the Sun Moon God Sect.
Later you will go up on stage to challenge the elders of Tianji Sect, and remember not to weaken the name of our Sun Moon God Sect."
"Yes, leader. I understand." Xiang Wentian looked at the two people on the stage and sneered.
After about a while, the blue phoenix on the stage knocked the sword wielding man off the stage with a whip at the thirty-seventh move, and the crowd suddenly started to make a fuss.
Although this Lan Fenghuang is a girl from the Miao family, she has a graceful figure and charming appearance, making her a stunning beauty.
The heroes couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded when they saw that she was a delicate beauty with extraordinary skills.
Lan Fenghuang bowed to everyone on the stage, laughed playfully, and then turned back to Ling Jing's base camp.
"In the fourteenth match, "Broken Gate Sword" Liu Yang challenged Tianji Sect's Blue Phoenix, and Blue Phoenix won!"
After singing loudly, the audience suddenly fell silent again. The heroes looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other. The more than ten masters who just came on stage were actually not weak in martial arts. Most of them were first-rate, but they
In the end, he was defeated by the eight elders of Tianjimen without any suspense. As a result, everyone couldn't help but feel a little unsure.
Although there is an opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop, it would be really ridiculous if someone knocks you off after a few moves.
There was silence for a long time, but still no one came up to challenge.
"You brat, it seems your people have scared them." Linglong smiled and said to Ling Jing.
Ling Jing looked at the empty high platform and said: "The real trouble is still to come, these are just some appetizers."
When Linglong heard what he meant, she couldn't help but glance at Ren Woxing, and a cold look flashed across her face.
At this moment, a tall figure with white beard and hair jumped out from the stage, and then landed steadily on the stage with a "dong" sound, splashing a fine dust.
"In this case, Xiang Wentian, the Guangming Zuo envoy of the Sun Moon God Sect, wants to ask Zhu Xu, the chief elder of the Tianmen, for advice."
After Xiang Wentian came on stage, he looked at Ling Jing's base camp and shouted with a sneer.
"Hiss! This man is Xiang Wentian, the "Tianwang Laozi" of the Sun Moon God Sect. He has superb swordsmanship. And it is said that at the foot of Songshan Mountain that day, he was surrounded by thousands of people from both good and evil sides. In the end, he killed dozens of masters in a row.
, and escaped openly."
"Really, then Xiang Wentian is much more powerful than the rumors say."
...
As soon as Xiang Wentian came on stage, the people below began to talk loudly, and there were many voices of admiration and admiration among them.
"What is supposed to come will finally come?"
Ling Jing's eyes narrowed and he looked coldly at Xiang Wentian on the stage, with a trace of scruples flashing in his heart.
Xiang Wentian's physical skills have reached a super first-class level, and his martial arts has already surpassed that of a first-class master. However, Zhu Xu is obviously still far away from being super first-class, and his experience in facing enemies is definitely not as good as that of someone like Xiang Wentian who has experienced strong winds and waves.
Whether Fu Fu can defeat Xiang Wentian depends on his performance and potential.
"Brothers, be very careful."
This time, he was no longer as confident as before, and he just gave Zhu Xu such a warning.
Zhu Xu nodded with a solemn expression, bowed to Ling Jing, jumped up, and after a few leaps, he jumped to the high platform.
"I really watched this match. The chief elder of the Tianji Sect and the most powerful general under Ling Shaoxia faced off against Xiang Wentian, the Light Zuo Envoy of the Sun Moon God Sect. Haha, I don't know who will win."
"I think Xiang Zuo will win. After all, the title of "Heavenly King Lao Tzu" is there. In the past, Xiang Zuo made great contributions in conquering east and west for the Sun Moon God Sect, and his martial arts skills are not trivial."
"But Zhuxu is not weak either. Do you think the nickname "Poison Can't Kill" was just a boast?"
The competition between Zhu Xu and Xiang Wentian was obviously much more eye-catching than the previous dozen or so. The crowd in the audience gradually divided into two groups, each holding their own opinions. One side supported Zhu Xu from the Tianji Sect, while the other side was optimistic.
Xiang Wentian of the Sun Moon God Sect.
"Send to the left, I've been looking up to you for a long time." After Zhu Xu came to the stage, he shook off the three-foot green blade and smiled at Xiang Wentian with an indifferent expression. His temperament was one part elegant and one part calm.
Although he was a member of the Sun Moon God Sect in the past, he had no chance to enter the core class. Naturally, he had never had the opportunity to make friends with such a high-ranking figure as the Guangming Zuo Envoy. Therefore, this moment was the first time he met Xiang Xiang.
Wentian’s face-to-face dialogue.
Xiang Wentian held the scabbard with his left hand, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. In his opinion, people like Zhu Xu were nothing more than sparrows that jumped on the branches, climbed up the high branches of Tianjimen and Lingjing, and then
I thought I could turn into a phoenix, but in reality it was just mediocre.
"please!"
Xiang Wentian didn't want to waste time talking to Zhu Xu, and he realized that he was not on the same level as this person. As long as he was defeated within ten moves, the Tianji Sect would definitely be discredited.
"Chief Elder, let's see how I deal with you!"
Zhu Xu could naturally see the contempt in the other person's eyes, and a coldness suddenly flashed across his face. Now he not only represents the title of "Hundred Medicine Sect" and "Poisonous People", but also represents more The face of the Tianji Sect, as the chief elder of the sect, in this competition, you can only win, not lose!
"please!"
He did not dare to underestimate Xiang Wentian, and immediately did not wait for the opponent to attack him. He quickly swept his body, a flash of blue light appeared in his hand, and stabbed Xiang Wentian in the left rib with a sword.
Xiang Wentian sneered, stepped past calmly, held the scabbard behind his back, and blocked Zhu Xu's long sword with a "dang" sound.
"Does the chief elder of Tianji Sect only have this ability?" Xiang Wentian suddenly laughed, and even the heroes in the audience heard it clearly.
Ren Woxing smiled under the stage and glanced in Ling Jing's direction as if to demonstrate.
Ling Jing naturally noticed Ren Woxing's gaze, and just smiled coldly at the moment. Although Zhu Xu's martial arts was still far behind Xiang Wentian's, it was still unclear who would win and who would lose in the end.
"Ling Jing, it's abominable that you let me do whatever you want."
Yue Lingshan suddenly wrinkled her nose and whispered to Ling Jing, obviously seeing Ren Woxing's disgusted expression.
Ling Jing smiled slightly and said, "Now we'll see who can have the last laugh."
On the high platform, Zhu Xu's face suddenly darkened, and he struck three swords in succession, one sword faster than the other, all pointing at the vital points of Xiang Wentian's body.
After three sounds of "dang, dang, dang", Xiang Wentian finally pulled out his long sword, and with a flash of light, he had a head-on confrontation with Zhu Xu.
"Keng!"
A spark flashed between the two of them, Xiang Wentian took half a step back, while Zhu Xu took two steps back.
"This person's inner strength is much deeper than mine. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him."
Zhuxu calmly analyzed the current situation without being arrogant or impetuous. Even though he was currently at a disadvantage, he had no intention of being discouraged.
"Come again!"
Xiang Wentian smiled "hehe" and pounced on him again. With superb sword skills, there was almost no flaw left on his body. He sealed all the gaps on the left side of Zhu Xu's body with one knife.
Zhu Xu took a step back, swung the long sword in his hand, and turned into a green light and swept out.
"Returning Wind Sweeping Willow Style!"
This move is the unique skill of the "Hundred Medicine Sect"'s unique swordsmanship "Xiao Feng Fliu Liu Sword Technique". Once the sword is swept out, the sword power is as fast as the wind, and it is unparalleled.
"Dang-dang-dang!"
In an instant, the two of them fought four times in a row, so fast that many people in the audience had no time to distinguish their sword moves.
"The martial arts of these two people are really terrifying..." Someone said with a shocked look on his face: "Although it is not as incomprehensible as Ling Shaoxia and Master Ren, it is not what we can compare with."
Everyone else nodded in agreement. Judging from the speed and strength of these two attacks, they were already higher than those of ordinary first-class masters.
"Is there still nothing I can do to you?"
After Zhu Xu saw the move, the opponent was still not confused at all. He suddenly smiled inexplicably, bent his body, raised his long sword, and at the same time flicked his left sleeve, and a faint fragrance rushed towards Xiang Wentian.
"Not good! It's poisonous!"
Xiang Wentian just inhaled a little bit of the aroma, and then he felt dizzy. He knew that the opponent had used a poison technique, so he quickly closed his breath and retreated, slashing out with his left palm.
A violent gust of palm wind swept past, and all the poisonous gas in front of him was swept aside. (To be continued.
