Murong Yunqing's way of completing the competition so quickly caused a small commotion, and the other seeded players on the stage also took action.
On stage No. 1, Ye Wuming was wearing a Taoist robe, standing tall and tall, standing alone, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle. Behind him, there was a long sword on his back. The sword was not unsheathed.
His opponent was a rude man who looked a bit fierce, glaring at Ye Wuming with a pair of fierce red eyes.
While the two sides were confronting each other, Murong Yunqing's ten-foot-high vine rose up, and a heavy landing sounded, announcing the end of the game.
Seeing this situation, Ye Wuming's eyes flickered a few times, but his face remained expressionless. Glancing in the direction of Channel 6, Ye Wuming spoke softly.
"Sword... rise!"
Ye Wuming's voice was not high-pitched, even a little low, like he was whispering softly or talking to himself.
However, as Ye Wuming said these words, a burst of sharp white light suddenly erupted from his body, and everyone's eyes were dazzled. They only heard a crisp sound of "Cang Rang", and then, a sword light pierced the sky, like
The white rainbow penetrates the sun, and it is like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens.
After the white light dissipated, Ye Wuming stood there, still expressionless and calm.
Opposite him, the rude man with a somewhat ferocious face faced Ye Wuming from a distance of twenty to thirty meters. But at this moment, there was some doubt in his eyes.
"Just now, what happened?"
The rude man had some doubts in his heart. Just when he was about to sneer, mocking Ye Wuming for his superficiality, and when the thunder was louder and the raindrops were softer, his laughter stopped abruptly as soon as he opened his mouth.
Plop...
The head fell to the ground and blood splattered three feet high!
And the last scene he saw in this world was that Ye Wuming turned around and left calmly.
"Ye Wu Ming Scenic Spot!"
Channel 2.
Fu Yingxuan was dressed in black, with gauze covering her face. Just after Murong Yunqing's competition ended, her alluring body disappeared into the air.
The next moment, her figure appeared behind her opponent like a ghost, and when her figure appeared in everyone's sight again, she had a Soul-Destroying Blade in her hand, and the Soul-Destroying Blade's blade had already
Completely lost in the opponent's mind.
When the Soul-Destroying Blade pierced the heart, the cold and death force attached to it extinguished all the vitality in the heart in just an instant. At this moment, Hua Tuo could not be saved even if he was alive!
The seed player Fu Yingxuan wins!
Channel 3.
Yuan Sheng held the sword with one hand and pointed diagonally at the ground. As the referee on stage 6 announced the end of the fight, Yuan Sheng also moved!
I saw that he exerted a little force on his right foot, and his whole body was like an arrow. In an instant, he crossed a distance of more than 20 meters. At the same time, Yuansheng waved the sword in his hand, making a slashing motion with a broadsword.
, split Huashan with one move, and immediately slashed towards the opponent.
Yuan Sheng's opponent was a sturdy man. At first glance, he looked like a practitioner who was good at strength. Seeing that Yuan Sheng actually wanted to compete head-on with him in pure strength, the man sneered and raised his hand.
He raised his weapon and charged forward.
Although the seed player is strong, in this strong man's view, Yuan Sheng's body type is not that of strength at first glance, and what he is best at is strength. Use your own strength to defeat the enemy's weakness, no matter from which aspect
Look, he even thinks he can fight!
Therefore, facing Yuan Sheng's frontal attack, this strong man rushed forward without any hesitation. However, the development of things seemed to be completely beyond the expectations of this strong man.
With a loud bang, the sword was destroyed! People died! Even the ground was blasted out by Yuan Sheng's sword, a deep pit with a diameter of one meter.
In this head-on collision with Yuan Sheng, the burly man's entire body was reduced to a pile of minced flesh. Not even a whole body was left behind, and he no longer regretted it.
opportunity...
A disdainful sneer flashed across Yuan Sheng's lips. Without even looking at the pieces of flesh and bones on the ground, he put the sword back into its sheath, turned around and left the scene with the sword in hand!
No one knows that the sword in Yuan Sheng's hand looks like an ordinary blue steel sword, but in fact it is a rare heavy sword. The sword is three feet long, two fingers wide, and weighs 3,650 kilograms.
Name: Qianzhong!
Channel 4.
When the news from Channel 6 was transmitted to this place, Xing Yu sneered, threw out one hand, a cold light passed by, and a flying knife was stably inserted into the center of the opponent's eyebrows, only the red silk at the tail was exposed, which was made of blood.
Bright, foresty yet poignant.
Fast, accurate and ruthless!
Just by sucking, the battle was completed in an instant, and the opponent didn't even have time to react.
The seed player Xing Yu wins!
Channel 5.
A woman who looked to be 21 or 2 years old stood in Taichung, smiling sweetly, with long shawl hair scattered casually, eyebrows with willow leaves, a small nose bridge, her eyes moving in a captivating way, and her appearance was extremely charming. In her delicate ear beads
Hanging from the top are crescent moon earrings, a pair of hazy eyes that emit purple light and look like amethyst, giving people an extremely enchanting feeling.
Her opponent is a young man who looks a little immature. It seems that he must be a talented person who has just come out and has been practicing for a while.
At this time, the young man looked at the beauty in front of him with a dazed expression, looking as if he was lost in thought.
"Sir, why are you looking at me like this?"
The woman's voice is extremely soft, and it also reveals a kind of charm and delicate timidity. Everyone who hears it, especially men, will involuntarily have a desire to hold this woman in their arms for the rest of their lives.
The thought of protecting.
"You...you...you are so beautiful!"
The young man was a little crazy, and his eyes looking at the woman also lost focus at this moment. But the passion and belief in them made the onlookers a little frightened!
"Master, do you like the slave family?" The woman's eyes flashed purple, and her voice was full of charm.
"Happy... happy..." The man's eyes were still bright, and his tone of reply also seemed very dull.
"If you like it, are you willing to do anything for the slave family?"
"yes!"
Hearing the man's answer, the purple light in the woman's eyes became even more intense, and the blush on her face became even more intoxicating!
"Master, can you die for the slave family?"
Although the woman's voice was weak, at this moment, her purple crystal-like eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"good!"
The man responded to the woman, and the depths of his still dilated pupils were actually stained with a hint of purple. Without the slightest hesitation, the man pulled out the long sword in his hand and slashed it towards his neck.
Blood spilled in the sky, life and death were on the line! The sword in the man's hand dropped weakly, and his body fell down like a jade pillar pushing down a mountain of gold.
Until his death, his eyes were still blurred, and there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth!
Channel 5, Taixu Castle, seed player Zhong Limeng, wins!
Channel 7.
A man holds a sword with both hands and his back is straight. He is Xuanyuan Liang, the second son of the Xuanyuan family, known as the gentleman's sword. And his opponent is a woman.
When the two were confronting each other, after a burst of exclamations from the adjacent No. 6 platform, the referee announced the end of the game. Xuanyuan Liang's originally encircled hands trembled. Then a golden sword light flew out and headed towards the crowd.
The woman ten meters away fell and flew away.
The speed of the golden sword light was so fast that it was like a meteor chasing the moon, traveling thousands of miles.
The woman was shocked and wanted to dodge, but it was too late. She could only lift the scabbard and hold it in front of her.
"clang"
A crisp sound came, and the woman was directly hit by the sharp sword energy and slid back more than ten meters. Just as she took a deep breath, a voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
"I'm offended!"
Before the woman could figure out what was going on, she only felt a huge force coming from her. The hands holding the sword across her chest went numb for a while, and even the long sword in her hand was about to fly out.
And her whole body flew out upside down. She, who was already on the edge of the ring, went out of bounds without any surprise.
With one sword and one palm, Xuanyuan Liang wins!
Channel 8.
A young monk wearing a sea blue monk's robe, with a handsome appearance, his hands clasped together, and a look of solemn faith on his face.
"Donor, I don't want to hurt anyone." The young monk said softly.
"Bah! Bald Donkey, I can't stand you sanctimonious guys the most. Why don't you stay in the temple to practice your Zen and recite your sutras, and why do you come to participate in this elite sword-discussing meeting of Lao Shizi? What are you doing?
Mom, aren’t you just trying to become famous? If you want to fight, fight, I really don’t believe you seed players. It doesn’t matter if you are a tiger or a sick cat, you will know after fighting!”
Standing opposite the monk was a thick-set man. He was holding a long-handled thick-backed sword in his hand. He spoke in a strong voice and had a arrogant look on his face. He didn't seem to be an easy character to get along with.
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The expression on the young monk's face remained unchanged, showing no sign of anger. Faced with the vulgar man's questioning, he did not speak, but just stood there with a pious look on his face.
The young monk's behavior not only made the rude man a little dazed, but also made everyone watching in the surrounding auditoriums a little confused.
The Buddha's kind words may or may not always include a few words about Amitabha.
Buddhism also attaches great importance to etiquette, and basically the minimum moral cultivation is much higher than that of ordinary people.
But compared to traditional Buddhist practice, this young monk seems to be somewhat different.
As soon as he came up, the young monk said, "I don't want to hurt anyone." Then, when faced with the rude man's questioning, he actually chose to turn a blind eye and not listen. Such an approach is really different from traditional Buddhist practice.
"Donor, this poor monk wants to ask again, are you admitting defeat or not?"
The words of the little monk Jueyuan were astonishing. It is hard to imagine that such aggressive words came from the mouth of a Buddhist cultivator.
It is said that Monk Jueyuan is the reincarnation of Arhat, and he knows it almost from birth, and that Buddhism is even more profound. But no matter how many people look at it, they cannot connect the "profoundness of Buddhism" with the little monk in front of them.
After all, in the eyes of everyone, the more profound the Dharma is, the higher the self-cultivation, and the less they like to compete for fame and wealth. People with profound Dharma, in the eyes of the world, all look like old monks who have entered meditation and have no ripples in the ancient well.
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How could a Buddhist in the next life be as aggressive as this monk Jueyuan?
"Admit defeat, uncle!"
The rude man was really angered by the little monk. He raised his thick-backed sword, sprinted, and slashed at the little monk.
The little monk Jueyuan looked at the rude man who was coming to kill him with a knife. His hands that were originally clasped together were slightly separated, and he raised his left hand forward with his palm flat and pushed it out. In an instant, sand and rocks were flying, and the sound of sonic booms was continuous, and the surging force was so strong that the rude man couldn't even shake his head.
An irresistible force came, and with just one palm, he was knocked out of the field. The big knife fell, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Powerful Vajra Palm, Vajra Pushes the Mountain!
Buddhist Jinguang Temple, Jueyuan, wins!
Channel Nine.
Xu Kaifeng stood with his hands behind his back. Under his feet, his opponent had fallen into a pool of blood.
Killing the enemy with one sword, Xu Kaifeng of Kunlun Temple wins!
Channel 10.
Wu Tian was covered in a large black robe, and his entire body was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult for people to see his true identity.
While his opponent was charging towards him, less than 20 meters away from him, he suddenly started twitching, and black blood kept pouring out of his seven orifices. He only had a moment to breathe before he fell to the ground.
, never woke up again...
Without bloodshed, the Dragon Team Wu Tian wins!
Ten groups of players, ten arenas, seeded players, all wins!