Seeing Sun Chuhao holding the Wind Shadow Stick in his hand, the audience instantly burst into cheers. The Wind Shadow Stick is a top-grade red gold weapon and a symbol of the power of the Great Saint Sect. When used, the stick is like a shadow in the wind, invisible and shadowless.
"I didn't expect that before I even made a move, Master Sun would take out the Wind Shadow Stick. It seems that his opponent is not an easy one."
"This is what makes it look good. It would be a pity if we didn't see the Wind Shadow Stick until the end of the game."
The competition has now been carried out and has been changed to drawing lots to determine the opponent, and Sun Chuhao's opponent is Qi Qiba. The strong ones meet in advance, and it is not known who will win. Although everyone is full of confidence in Sun Chuhao, Qi Qiba's performance in passing all the way is not acceptable.
underestimate.
Until the start of the game, Qiqiba did not raise her head or make any preparations, as if the opponent never existed.
Qiqiba stopped with silence, and Sun Chuhao did not attack rashly. Although both sides did not take action, as the energy of the realm moved, invisible oppression quietly spread with momentum.
As the momentum became stronger and stronger, Qiqiba slowly raised her head, and a gloomy murderous intention burst out suddenly. Her eyes were red and she stared at Sun Chuhao coldly. For a moment, a chill filled the air.
Staring at him, Sun Chuhao felt like a light on his back, and he was already losing by a hair. In order to recover the disadvantage, Sun Chuhao shouted coldly, danced his long stick, and his figure turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Qiqiba.
Sun Chuhao's speed was so fast that most people couldn't even see his figure. With every move, strong winds rose. Endless stick figures surrounded Qiqiba.
Qiqi Ba may seem clumsy, but she is also quite agile. When she dodges and moves, her speed is not slow at all.
Suddenly, the shadow of the stick stagnated, and a figure flew out, then fell heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust.
The whole square suddenly let out earth-shattering shouts, but many people didn't know who the person who was knocked away was, and they all looked at the ring in fear.
After the figures dispersed, Sun Chuhao was seen lightly dusting off his clothes, holding the Wind Shadow Stick behind his back, his eyes firmly locked on Qiqi Ba, who was falling not far away, with a solemn expression on his face.
Qiqiba slowly got up from the ground, and the trace of blood remaining at the corner of her mouth was particularly dazzling.
Many of the people present were from the Linhou clan. Looking at Qiqiba who was at a disadvantage, they couldn't help showing worried expressions.
The loyal supporters of Taoshan Village, after seeing Sun Chuhao's expression, all held back their cheers, and their nervousness was even greater than that of Sun Chuhao on the stage. Because Sun Chuhao's victory or defeat was related to their wealth.
"No, Qiqiba's breath is a little different from before." Sun Lingji murmured to himself.
At some point, Qiqiba had a blood-red sword in her hand. She ignored the blood on the corner of her mouth, danced the sword, and disappeared.
Seeing Qiqiba disappear, Sun Chuhao did not panic. His eyes suddenly focused and he swung the wind shadow stick. He heard... a crisp sound... and fended off Qiqiba's stabbing sword.
"The shadow of the stick is heavy"
As a soft shout rang out, countless stick shadows accompanied by wind blades suddenly filled most of the arena. Wave after wave of afterimages and wind blades were as endless as overwhelming mountains.
At this time, the arena was filled with thousands of troops fighting.
Mao Qi watched the fight between the two attentively, and realized in his heart: It turns out that the continuous attacks are the secret of the Great Holy Stick.
"Qiqiba should be able to use his unique skills! Otherwise, he won't be able to hold on for long." Sun Lingji secretly said. Although he didn't like to see Sun Chuhao in his heart, he had to admire his attainments and understanding of the Great Sage Stick.
Qiqiba, who was overwhelmed by the shadow of the stick, had no time to dodge and defend, and could only resist the attacks one after another. One dull sound after another continued to be heard, and it was obvious that Qiqiba was not feeling well in the middle of it.
The afterimage and the wind blade lasted for more than two minutes before slowly disappearing. At this time, the arena looked particularly clean. Sun Chuhao still held the stick upright with his backhand, running the skills rapidly, looking attentively, but his slightly rising chest could
It can be seen that the consumption just now must be quite large.
At this time, Qiqiba was huddled in a corner of the arena, her clothes already in tatters, and the bruises and stick marks were shocking.
The scene on the field finally made the audience burst into excited shouts and cheers.
"I really didn't expect that Sun Chuhao would win like this. The Great Sage Stick is indeed well-deserved." Sun Nao opened his mouth in shock and sighed.
Although he had been prepared in his heart, the scene in front of him still made Ququshi feel a little disappointed. No matter what, Qiqiba has always been the God of War in his mind. Now that he saw him fall with his own eyes, it was hard to accept it.
There are also some people from the Linhou clan who feel the same way as Qu Qushi. No one will be indifferent to the fall of the idol who once existed like a god.
But this is the charm of Momoyama Martial Arts Association, some people are happy and some are sad.
"I'm afraid it's not over yet." Sun Lingji shook his head and said softly.
Mao Qi didn't speak, but his eyes never left Qiqiba.
The cheers all around did not make Sun Chuhao relax, and his vigilant eyes were full of solemnity. Because in his perception, Qiqiba's breathing was still steady, and his breath was not chaotic. Faintly, Sun Chuhao felt an uneasy feeling deep in his heart.
stronger.
After a while, Qiqiba, who was curled up on the ground, supported the ground with her hands, and slowly sat up in front of everyone's surprised eyes. She slowly raised her head, her red eyes turned silver-gray, and looking from a distance,
Like a bottomless hole, it scares some weak people from looking directly.
The most shocking thing is that Qiqiba's aura is constantly rising.
As Qiqiba stood up slowly, the fear and suspense made people dare not speak easily, and the entire arena slowly became quiet.
At this time, Qiqiba's body was covered with scars soaked in blood drops. Her clothes were like silk nets. On her left cheek with cracked skin, a piece of flesh was forcibly separated, and the blood solidified on it, like a ribbon.
The half-mask and his silver-gray eyes made him look a little scary, but there was a weird smile on his lips.
The unfathomable strength and terrifying expression gave Sun Chuhao a hint of fear in his heart.
Just when Sun Chuhao was concentrating his momentum and dispelling the fear in his heart, Qi Qiba used her right hand to pick up the skin on her cheek and slowly tore it off.
The scene in front of them made the audience widen their eyes and screams of exclamation one after another.
The strange thing is that there was no bloody scene when Qiqiba tore it apart. Until finally another somewhat old face was revealed.
"How could it be him?" Mao Qi said in shock, feeling the same murderous intent as in the hotel.
The old man who appeared in front of him felt familiar to Sun Panghai. As his memory gradually became clearer, Sun Panghai was shocked because the old man had eaten in his restaurant. Moreover, Mao Qi not only left and returned that day, he also brought
When Sun Lingji came and thought about it carefully, something important must have happened.
"The Great Holy Stick is indeed well-deserved." Qiqiba said calmly amidst everyone's surprise.
His calm behavior and dismissive expression seemed to have nothing to do with the embarrassment just now.
"You are pretending to be a ghost, who are you?" Sun Chuhao stared at Qiqiba coldly and shouted sternly.
"You don't need to know my identity, but you can truthfully tell me the purpose of my coming here today." Qiqiba looked confident and her tone was domineering.
"All ears." Sun Chuhao controlled his emotions and said calmly.
"Momoyama Token." His tone was light, as if he were searching for something.
"Hmph! The toad yawned loudly. I want to see if you have this ability." Sun Chuhao said with a sneer.
After saying that, the Fengying stick danced lightly and flew towards Qiqiba. Seeing Sun Chuhao coming, Qiqiba smiled softly and swung his sword to meet him.
The two of them were going back and forth, their long sticks were like dragons coming out of the water, their long swords were like poisonous snakes spitting out messages, they were moving around like a stream of light. At this moment, their speed was maximized.
There was a muffled sound, and the two of them moved away from each other for a while. Qiqiba actually received a blow on the chest, and Sun Chuhao also had a small wound on his left shoulder.
Although the two were temporarily separated, the condensed realm energy was like two roaring hurricanes. In just a moment, they were entangled together. Countless sand and stones were lifted up, and a tiger-like roar resounded throughout the entire arena. A moment later, they were again at the same time.
Returned to silence. At this time, the two people collided together again.
The Great Holy Stick, the stick sweeps Nanshan.
Shadowless Sword, the sword cuts off the soul.
As the two people roared, two realm energy shining with white light lingered on their weapons. Sun Chuhao was like a stick blade, while Qiqi Ba was like a ray of light. As the realm energy continued to solidify, the two realm energies continued to solidify.
The dazzling light immediately caused everyone to close their eyes. In the blink of an eye, the two rays of light collided together.
Is this a master of artistic conception? The movement was not as big as expected.
Just when everyone was sighing, the leaked realm energy was like a flying meteor, hitting the audience. The speed was so fast that it was impossible to avoid it. It was about to hit the body, but it was blocked by an invisible energy network, and suddenly there was a spiritual light.
Flashing, stormy.
The Momoyama Martial Arts Association is not a name for nothing. Every arena is surrounded by defensive formations to prevent the leaked energy from hurting the audience. After the thrill, no one dared to question the strength of the strong artistic conception.
The powerful force of the impact caused both of them to take dozens of steps back, their breaths were weak, and they were obviously seriously injured.
Just when everyone thought the game was about to end peacefully, Mao Qi suddenly shouted loudly: "Be careful, the sword is broken."
Hearing Mao Qi's cry, Sun Chuhao, who was still in a state of uncertainty, was shocked. He flashed again. Although he escaped the fatal blow, a broken sword stabbed deeply into his left arm.
Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out. Holding back the heartbreaking pain, Sun Chuhao quickly ran his skills and used his realm energy to resist the penetrating sword energy.??