Seeing the Huamen side being disadvantaged, Masako whispered: "Xiaofeng, something is not good. Not to mention that girl's swordsmanship is exquisite, and the Shuanghua Sword she holds in her hand is too weird, and has severely injured several masters. If this continues, wouldn't it be
Sweeping the power of Hua Men, what should we do now?"
Zhang Xiaofeng showed a wry smile and said, "There is nothing I can do. After all, they have named the masters of the Chinese sect to challenge. None of you belong to the Chinese sect, so you can't help at all. The challenge is not a group fight, there are rules. Just like when I challenged RB Kendo, it was all
Act according to the rules. Right now, we can only take one step at a time and hope that someone from the Huamen will appear to defeat the opponent and maintain our reputation."
Masako sighed softly, "Well, if Xiaolang doesn't die and uses your blood-coagulated sword as a weapon, he will definitely defeat this girl. He is the number one master of the Huamen. What a pity..." After saying this, tears filled her eyes.
The light flashed, and I held back tears.
The corners of Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes also became wet, and he sighed secretly, if I had not died, how could I have allowed your little girl to run wild in Huamen? Your Kunlun sect has the Frost Flower Sword, and I have the Blood Condensation Sword, so I can naturally help Xiaolang fight against it...
In any case, the Kunlun Sect now only asks its female disciples to challenge the Huamen. Zhang Xiaofeng relies on his identity and will not take action personally. If old man Wuwu dares to make any changes, he certainly cannot watch the Huamen that his son has worked so hard to manage suffer.
If you are bullied, you will definitely be helped.
Glancing over, Zhang Xiaofeng saw many brides appearing in the crowd. He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Isn't that child Nie Yao awake yet?"
Masako shook her head gently, "Not yet, otherwise, with that girl's character, she would also participate in the underworld marriage and marry Xiaolang together. Alas, I don't know if she will wake up in the future. If she remains unconscious like this,
What to do.”
It turned out that after discovering Ximen Lang's body, Nie Yao cried so hard day and night that she lost her breath. She then fell into a severe coma and did not wake up for several days. She is now being treated in the hospital.
In the field, after hearing Yun Qing's arrogant words, Yang Ji, the King of Hundred Battles with a huge sword on his back, took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Elder, I am willing to fight..."
Yun Qing's weapons were too sharp, making it very difficult for Elder Feng. Now that Yang Ji was asking for a fight, he glanced at the giant sword behind the opponent and thought, maybe his giant sword could fight against Yun Qing's strange sword.
Thinking of this, Feng Buzhi nodded, "Okay, I'll help you protect the law."
Yang Ji stepped forward, fixed his sharp eyes on Yun Qing's face, and said, "Let me teach you."
Yun Qing said calmly: "Please." Although she was still calm, the giant sword carried behind the other party was still a deterrent to her, which made her feel frustrated. She didn't know whether her Frost Flower Sword could suppress that person.
A huge sword.
"good."
As he spoke, Yang Ji's body trembled, and the joints all over his body made snapping sounds like exploding beans. Solid muscles bulged high, and his arms swung. He quickly pulled out the giant sword and roared like a god, "Look at the sword!"
The huge long sword swung out with a thrilling cold light, struck viciously at the graceful girl opposite, and launched a thunderous strike with astonishing momentum.
Yun Qing was shocked when she saw the giant sword carrying the power of wind and thunder. She did not dare to take a direct attack and hurriedly stepped back. Many members of the Huamen who were watching saw Yang Ji's fierce attack and defeated the opponent. Their faces showed joy and they thought to themselves, maybe
Protector Yang can defeat Yun Qing and show off the prestige of the Hua family.
Yang Ji took the advantage and flipped the giant sword back and forth in his hand to launch continuous attacks. His giant sword was one meter six long. As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch strong is quite advantageous against the enemy.
Yun Qing stepped back several steps in a row, and with her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, she performed a clever sword move. The Frost Flower Sword swung as lightly as a willow leaf, swaying lightly to the giant sword and sticking to it like a dog-skin plaster.
An icy cold air came from the giant sword and penetrated into Yang Ji's body along the meridians of his right hand, making him tremble. Knowing that something was wrong, he hurriedly swung the giant sword to slash at him. However, it seemed as if his right arm was frozen.
The speed is much slower than before.
Yun Qing took a step back, but the Shuanghua Sword did not leave the giant sword. It moved with the opponent's sword like a flowing cloud, stimulating his internal energy and causing an increasingly powerful cold air to surge over him.
In an instant, waves of cold air surged into Yang Ji's body, causing half of his body to freeze. He could no longer hold the heavy sword, and it fell to the ground with a clang, and several square bricks were shattered by the blow.
Yun Qing flew up and kicked out two kicks like a whirlwind. Two footprints appeared on Yang Ji's face. With two eyes, he fell down with his face facing the sky.
"well……"
Seeing the defeat of Yang Ji, the King of Hundred Battles, many members of the Huamen sighed in disappointment and became even more depressed.
The Kunlun Sect and others in mid-air cheered happily, "Okay, I knocked down another one, well done, Junior Sister."
"Senior sister kept up her efforts and beat them to a pulp..."
Like flowers spinning in the wind, the clouds floated down and said, "This is the seventh one. If anyone else is dissatisfied, please come over."
"Yun Qing, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your kung fu has indeed improved a lot. Let me teach you."
A fat monk with a smile walked out from the crowd. Everyone looked over and saw that this was Maitreya Fangbala, one of the nine great murderers. They knew in their hearts that this man was just a smiling tiger, absolutely ruthless.
The weapons in Fang Bara's hands were a pair of copper cymbals as big as pot lids, with extremely sharp edges. This was his unique weapon, which could be used both offensively and defensively.
Yunqing responded: "Please..."
"Hoo!" Fang Bara's huge body flew up, and the copper cymbal in his left hand flashed with golden light and struck quickly.
Yun Qing responded calmly and the two sides fought fiercely...
After a few moves, the Frost Flower Sword thrust out suddenly, and Fang Bara held the copper cymbal in his right hand in front of his chest. Unexpectedly, the strange sword easily penetrated the copper cymbal and stabbed at him with a cold air.
"ah……"
Fang Bara screamed and retreated hurriedly, but eventually he was slower. The tip of the sword pierced his chest about half an inch. Suddenly, he felt countless frosts sweeping over him, and the cold air spread rapidly along the wound, making him withstand it.
Unable to hold on, he was so cold that he fainted and fell to the ground.
This is where the Frost Flower Sword is so domineering. If it hits the target, after seeing blood, the cold air will surge all over the injured person's body in an instant, directly freezing the opponent.
Sheathing her sword gracefully, Yun Qing said calmly: "The eighth one has been solved, and there are two left."
Many members of the Huamen looked at what was happening in front of them in stunned silence. They couldn't believe that this was true. In such a short period of time, that cute little girl actually defeated Fang Bala and other masters. It was really shocking. What should we do now?
, who else can turn the tide and maintain the dignity of Huamen?