A crisp sound rang out from the collision of the two swords, and the duel between the two men officially began! Linghu Heng still only knew the introductory swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect - the Thirteen Styles of the Ancient Sword, but Linghu Heng was fearless, after all, his opponent
It’s just a late stage of foundation building!
As soon as they fought, the boy was secretly shocked and thought: "I have been practicing hard for a year just to wash away the hatred of that day, but I still can't do anything to him?" Thinking of this, he bit his steel teeth and shouted: "I am Zhao Xuanyin.
I will never lose to you again! Watch my move!" As he spoke, the sword's momentum changed and became weird, and sword shadows all over the sky attacked Linghu Heng.
If this move was used by someone at the same level as Linghu Heng, Linghu Heng might choose to avoid the attack temporarily and wait for an opportunity to make a move later. However, Zhao Xuanyin was only in the late stage of foundation building, so what did Linghu Heng have to fear? Even if he didn't know it,
Linghu Heng was also very confident in the opponent's sword skills. After all, the old Taoist priest taught him not only sword skills, but also the experience of facing the enemy. This made Linghu Heng confident. He saw Linghu Heng's sword power.
With a twist, he happened to hit the sword shadow in the sky. The two swords clashed, and the sword shadow naturally disappeared. Linghu Heng smiled coldly and used the move "Da Jiangdong Go" to take advantage of the situation, with an aura that Peimo could not resist.
Hit Zhao Xuanyin.
Zhao Xuanyin still didn't understand why the sword technique he had just practiced had no effect. When his mind was short-circuited, Linghu Heng's killing move was already close to him. Fortunately, he reacted in time and retreated violently. Unfortunately, Linghu Heng
Heng had long expected that he would make this move. The "Bi Yue" fairy sword was like a maggot attached to the bone, following closely with the fierce sword power. The flowers around him were aroused by the sword energy and danced all over the sky. Zhao Xuanyin's heart
He was horrified, but had no choice but to continue to retreat. But the garden was not big, and in an instant he had retreated to the wall. There was no way to retreat. He was even more frightened and closed his eyes, not daring to look at Ling.
Hu Heng's sword.
Zhao Xuanyin waited for a long time with his eyes closed, but felt no pain. He couldn't help but feel strange. When he opened his eyes slightly, he saw Linghu Heng looking at him with contempt. The "Bi Yue" fairy sword was nailed to the wall, far away from him.
There was only half an inch away from his head. Zhao Xuanyin was startled by the cold sword energy and broke out in a cold sweat. She said in a trembling voice: "You can't kill me! I...I have an older brother. If you kill me, he will
...He won’t let you go!”
Linghu Heng had already seen the clues from his name, smiled contemptuously, and said: "It's Zhao Xuanqi, right? Huh, isn't he a piece of trash who was defeated by my big guy from Qingzhu Forest? You actually used him as a shield? I laughed to death.
Got it!"
Zhao Xuanyin's face turned red and blue at the same time. She was scared and angry at the same time. She said harshly: "If you are so powerful, don't run away. I will ask my brother to compete with you tomorrow at noon. Do you dare?"
Linghu Heng was a person who was not agitated. He immediately raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Why don't you dare? I'm afraid he will still kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Zhao Xuanyin continued with a trembling voice: "Okay, then let me go!"
Linghu Heng laughed: "You think too well, don't you? It's so easy for me to let you go, why?"
Zhao Xuanyin said: "Then what do you want?" His attitude softened obviously, and he was not as domineering as before. But he was thinking bitterly in his heart: "Don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will make your life worse than death."
!”
Linghu Heng tilted his head and said jokingly: "As the defeated party, you naturally have to kneel on the ground and admit defeat, shout three times that I lose! Only then can I let you go, otherwise, hehe!"
Zhao Xuanyin heard this and said angrily: "Don't bully others too much!"
Linghu Heng smiled evilly and said: "I just bullied others too much. What do you think? Are you not convinced? When you pulled me like this, did I say anything! Quick, just a moment's delay, I will raise my sword and drop it, tsk tsk, one drop.
The big head is about to move!" As he said that, the "Bi Yue" fairy sword in Linghu Heng's hand was still pressed against Zhao Xuanyin's neck, rubbing it slightly, but the force was well controlled, Zhao Xuanyin only scratched a little skin.
Zhao Xuanyin was obviously frightened, her legs were shaking, and she said, "Don't kill me, I'll kneel down!"
Linghu Heng shouted: "Hurry up!"
Zhao Xuanyin glanced at Linghu Heng hatefully, slowly knelt down on the ground, and said, "I lost! I lost! I lost!" After hearing this, Linghu Heng nodded and said, "Well
, this is right!”
Zhao Xuanyin looked at Linghu Heng resentfully and said, "Then can I go?"
Linghu Heng laughed loudly: "Let's go." After saying that, he kicked his butt, and Zhao Xuanyin's body flew out and fell like a dog. Zhao Xuanyin did not dare to look back, and immediately jumped up and flew towards him.
Ran away outside.
Linghu Heng was in a good mood at this time. Not only did he take revenge, but he also ridiculed the other party severely. The resentment accumulated in his heart for a year was finally over half. After receiving the "Bi Yue" fairy sword, Linghu Heng hummed all the way.
Xiaoqu, walked to the competition ground where Keji was in front. This duel only lasted a quarter of an hour. In just a quarter of an hour, naturally no one cared about what Linghu Heng did. Linghu Heng returned to the competition ground in a swaggering manner, easily
He found Wu Zhen who was watching the battle. After all, he was tall and stood out among the crowd. Linghu Heng walked over, patted his shoulder and said, "Big guy, do you still have a competition?"
Wu Zhen looked back and smiled naively: "Junior brother, where did you run to? I couldn't find you anywhere, so I came to watch other people's competition."
Linghu Heng pretended not to care and said: "I just went to the latrine. By the way, you haven't answered me yet. Do you still have a competition?"
Wu Zhen pointed to a big red paper on the sidelines and said, "Yes, it will be my turn in a moment." Linghu Heng looked at the big red paper and saw that it was the promotion list, and Wu Zhen's opponents were also unknown.
There was a person named Ling Changsheng in the legend. Wu Zhen was worried and said: "There are so many masters in the sword sect, I don't know if I can beat them!"
Linghu Heng was stunned, knowing that Wu Zhen was angry again, and said: "Big guy, don't get discouraged before the competition starts. If so, why not admit defeat and quit as soon as possible, don't be embarrassed!"
Wu Zhen shook his head stubbornly and said, "No, I want to win glory for Master!"
Linghu Heng said: "Then fight hard and don't think too much!"
Wu Zhen looked resolutely at the martial arts arena and said "Hmm". Linghu Heng thought of something, and fearing that his idiotic anger would show up again, he reminded him: "Big guy, remember, if you can't beat him, just admit defeat, don't show off!"
Wu Zhen turned back to look at the sincere Linghu Heng, smiled naively, and said, "Junior brother, I remember it!"
As he spoke, the winner had already been decided in the competition arena, and the old man still said in a salty voice: "The next match will be between Qingzhu Lin Wu Zhen and Zixia Xuan Ling Chang Sheng!"
Linghu Heng said to Wu Zhen: "It's your turn, big guy, you have to fight hard!"
Wu Zhen nodded and stepped into the field. At the same time, Ling Changsheng over there also entered the field. He politely raised his hand and said, "Zixiaxuan Ling Changsheng, please give me some advice, senior brother!" Wu Zhen also quickly raised his hand.
, said: "I don't dare to take it seriously, Qingzhu Lin Wu Zhen, senior brother, please give me some advice!" Seeing that both parties had exchanged names, the old man still introduced the rules of the competition impatiently: "The competition cannot hurt the opponent's life. After leaving the field,
Or you can admit defeat, and if you don’t have the strength to fight again, you will be considered defeated. If there is no winner within half an hour, it will be treated as a tie, remember?"
Wu Zhen and Ling Changsheng both nodded. The old man retreated to the sidelines and said, "Okay, let the competition begin!"
Wu Zhen slowly pulled out the "Zhishui" fairy sword and said: "Brother, I'm offended!" Ling Changsheng also drew the sword out of its sheath and said: "That's easy to say! Look at the sword!" It was obvious that Ling Changsheng was a master and understood the principle of pre-emptive strike.
The first move he made was to attack. Wu Zhen was not weak either, but he was more submissive and submissive, waiting until Ling Changsheng made his move before retaliating with his sword.
As expected, the two met their opponents and met a good talent. The sword moves in their hands were rolling. In a short while, they had fought for hundreds of rounds. The disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect who were watching the battle were mesmerized, as if they had learned something. Before they had time to figure it out, in the field,
The two of them changed their moves again. However, Linghu Heng learned very quickly, after all, he had strange eyes that no one else had!
On the field, if you observe Wu Zhen carefully, you will find that he seems to be a completely different person at this time. He is calm and majestic. The thick-backed fairy sword in his hand is sure to make moves. He has the style of a famous master. He has a certain degree of advance and retreat between offense and defense. Even if Ling Changsheng attacks
No matter how anxious he was, he responded calmly, winning bursts of applause from those around him. Ling Changsheng was not bad either. It could be seen that he had learned much more than Wu Zhen. There were many different sword techniques, but Wu Zhen was still the most proficient with his own training.
The thirteen moves of the ancient sword were resolved one by one, which impressed Ling Changsheng very much.
The two fought for more than a hundred rounds. Ling Changsheng gradually became irritated when he saw that he could not attack for a long time. He attacked Wu Zhen with the sword in his hand, and then jumped away and said: "Brother Wu, I am going to use sword control. If
If you think you are invincible, just admit defeat!" Ling Changsheng is also an extraordinary person. He originally wanted to save his sword-control skills until the end to become a blockbuster, but he didn't expect Wu Zhen to be so difficult to deal with. If he delayed it any longer, Ling Changsheng was afraid that he would also be defeated.
I had no choice but to resort to sword control.
Wu Zhen said in a deep voice: "I am willing to lead my senior brother to make brilliant moves!"
Ling Changsheng was not polite. Under the urging of his spiritual power, the fairy sword rolled around and transformed into three identical fairy swords. He said: "Brother Wu, be careful, pick up my Zixia Sword Control Technique!"
Wu Zhen also held the sword art with both hands and said: "Senior brother, be careful, this is the Linfeng sword control art!"
Ling Changsheng was shocked and thought to himself: "He also knows how to control the sword?" Before he could think about it, he activated his spiritual power and let the sword fly straight towards Wu Zhen. Wu Zhen also shouted: "Go!"
The "Zhishui" fairy sword seemed to be injected with life. It flew towards Ling Changsheng's fairy sword in the air. In just an instant, the fairy swords collided with each other, and their spiritual powers fought with each other. Shock waves erupted, knocking out those with low cultivation levels around them.
He took a few steps back in shock. Linghu Heng was fine. He raised his eyes and looked at the flying fairy sword, feeling envious in his heart: "Is this the art of sword control? It's really amazing!"
The two used sword control skills together, and the verdict was drawn: Wu Zhen's fairy sword steadily suppressed Ling Changsheng's fairy sword. If it were not for the consideration of the feelings of his fellow disciples, Ling Changsheng would have been penetrated by the fairy sword. Ling Changsheng also knew Wu Zhen's realm at this time.
Far higher than him, he is just a beginner in sword control and has not yet mastered it. He is struggling to support himself at this time.
After a while, Ling Changsheng's spiritual power gradually failed, and the sword became sluggish. Ling Changsheng had to admit defeat: "Brother Wu, please put away your sword. I admit defeat."
Wu Zhen pressed the sword technique with both hands, and the "Zhishui" fairy sword returned to his hands, and said: "Senior brother, I accept it."
Ling Changsheng showed no pretense and wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Brother Wu has great skills. I am convinced that I have lost!"
When the old man saw the winner, he immediately announced: "Wu Zhen wins this battle!"
Linghu Heng clenched his fists excitedly outside the court and said, "Big guy, good job!" Wu Zhen slowly walked out of the court, scratched his head and said, "It's just good luck, Senior Brother Ling is very powerful!"
Linghu Heng said: "No matter what, you win again!"
Wu Zhen also became happy and said: "Yes, let's go tell Master quickly!" (To be continued)