These words made everyone present look ugly, and Shi Yi said angrily: "Even so, it's just a matter of time. But your disciples have dealt so hard. They injured the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect before, and now they have injured the disciples of the Wuliang Taoist Temple."
The fight is like this, Master Yan Clan, don’t you think it’s too much at all?”
"snort"
Yan Haojian snorted disdainfully, nodded arrogantly, waved his hands and said, "What's wrong with that? I can only say that the disciples of his Wuliang Taoist Temple are not as skilled as others. Fortunately, this is just a martial arts competition. If it were a life and death duel, he would have been killed long ago."
died."
These words made Yang Jingyi completely angry. She glared at Yan Changjian, bit her back teeth and said coldly: "Master Yan, what you said is too much."
Yan Haojian glanced at Yang Jingyi with contempt and said with a smile: "Why, I can't hear such words, but this is the fact!"
"Besides, this competition is naturally about fighting with real swords and guns. If both sides are polite, we might as well not call it a competition and call it a game."
"That's right, if you don't come here for real, is it possible for me to accompany him to trick everyone?"
Meng Yan in the arena also echoed Yan Haojian's words and sneered with disdain.
Zhong Yulong said: "Master Yan, even if this is the case, the martial arts competition must be done to the point. Don't use such a heavy hand, it will be bad if someone loses his life."
Yan Haojian saw that Zhong Yulong had already spoken, so he waved his hand and said: "It has happened, and it is useless to talk more. I can only ask the disciples to show mercy to you in the next competition. Is that okay?"
These words irritated the people from the various sects present, but facing Yan Haojian's arrogant and domineering appearance, the people from the various sects present could not say anything. They knew what kind of virtue this Yan Haojian was.
sex.
"Okay, let's send Senior Brother Qi down the mountain for treatment."
Wan Yunting stood up and asked Li Zihang and the others to send Qi Wu down the mountain first and let the doctor suture the wound on his abdomen...
"Lord Wan Guan, are you okay?"
Shi Yizhen and the others asked, but Wan Yunting shook his head expressionlessly, indicating that Qi Wu's life was not in danger. He turned his face, looked squinting at Yan Haojian, Jianfeng, Meng Yan and others, and said immediately: "Master Yan Clan is speaking
That’s right, swords have no eyes, and you will inevitably get hurt in a duel!”
These words made Yang Jingyi, Duan Yingying, and everyone from the various sects look at him with some confusion. Yan Haojian looked at Wan Yunting and said with a smile: "It's rare for Wan Guanzhu to be an understanding person."
Wan Yunting's face was expressionless, but he kept suppressing anger in his heart. He turned to Shi Yizhen, Zhong Yulong and other leaders and said, "Let's continue the competition."
Seeing that Wan Yunting didn't say anything, Shi Yi had no choice but to give up. He called everyone back to their positions and announced that the competition would continue...
As the competitions in the other two arenas also ended, the referee shouted: "The seventh, eighth, and ninth lottery picks come to the stage to compete..."
After being called, Wan Yunting stood up, holding lottery No. 8 in his hand. He immediately turned his face and squinted as he stood beside Yan Haojian, holding the sword's peak with both hands. He said calmly with no expression on his face: "It seems that my
It's bad luck to meet your Divine Sword Sect!"
"Ha ha…"
Hearing what he meant, Yan Haojian obviously bumped into Jianfeng. He laughed a few times and said with a bad smile: "Master Wan Guan, it's just a competition, let's stop it!"
Wan Yunting, who heard the meaning of his words, had cold eyes. He picked up the Gentleman's Sword leaning against the chair, turned to give Zhou Ruoxi a reassuring look, and then walked directly towards the middle ring. Jianfeng smiled softly at the corner of his mouth and held the sword in his hand.
Jian followed closely and entered the ring...
Everyone in the various sects in the audience saw that Wan Yunting was fighting Jianfeng from the Divine Sword Sect, and everyone present immediately began to look forward to it. The media cameramen also carried cameras, and the lenses were facing the ring. Wan Yunting and Jianfeng live broadcast on...
"Look, it's Wan Shuxian. Finally Wan Shuxian appears...!"
In the Douyin live broadcast room, tens of millions of netizens watched Wan Yunting in front of the camera. His face was expressionless. His whole aura was very powerful, like a sharp sword. Before he was unsheathed, he was A feeling of oppression.
"Those who compete with the Ten Thousand Great Gods seem to be very strong..."
Netizens in the live broadcast room saw Jianfeng facing off against Wan Yunting. He seemed to be a sharp sword without a scabbard and sheathed its edge. The screen gave netizens a great feeling. The scene made everyone couldn't help but look forward to the fierce competition between these two people.
"I have to say that this disciple of the Divine Sword Sect is indeed a martial arts wizard!"
At this moment, Liu Bing, Shi Yizhen and other sect leaders who were sitting below the ring were whispering to Tan Song and other sect leaders about Jian Feng who was facing off against Wan Yunting on the ring, feeling that this boy was extraordinary.
Zhang Xianer and Zi Qing, who were standing behind Zhong Yulong and Zhang Xuanliang, had sparkles in their eyes and were staring closely at Jian Feng on the ring. Zhang Xianer narrowed her peach blossom eyes and couldn't help but said to Zi Qing beside her: "Hey , don’t you think that guy’s breath is a bit familiar?”
Zi Qing was dressed in a simple gray robe. Her uncanny face was devoid of any emotion. Under her delicate willow eyebrows, her naturally dazed auspicious phoenix eyes also showed a trace of strangeness at this moment. She said in a waxy voice: "Well, it's very familiar! "
Zhang Xianer stared at Jianfeng with her peach blossom eyes and said strangely: "Strange, who is this guy?"
These words made Zhao Xuyan, Zhang Xingyue, Lan Xin, Xianyun and others who were following them look at Zhang Xianer and Zi Qing in confusion, not knowing what they were talking about...
Jian Feng on the ring drew out his sword without hesitation. It was an extremely sharp sword with broken hair. The blade was broad and thick, showing strange lines. It was a sword that had been folded and forged countless times. It was unsheathed. With a sharp light, it fits Jianfeng's arrogant and sharp-edged momentum.
He looked at Wan Yunting in front of him provocatively and said with a smile: "Wan Yunting, actually the number I drew is not the same as yours!"
Facing Jian Feng who drew his sword, Wan Yunting showed no expression. He also pulled out the Gentleman's Sword and threw the scabbard down the ring. Zhao Xuewu quickly caught it...
Jianfeng suppressed his voice and laughed softly: "I changed my number with a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, and I deliberately became your opponent!"
Wan Yunting held the Gentleman's Sword in his hand and shook the sword flower. With an expressionless face, he no longer restrained his aura, looked directly at the sword peak in front of him with sharp eyes, and said in a calm tone: "This is not a wise move, I'm afraid you will regret it!"
"hehe."
These words made Jianfeng smile. Facing Wan Yunting's strong aura, the two of them were equally matched. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't you really want to learn the swordsmanship of our Divine Sword Sect? I'm letting you experience it in advance. Just to prevent us from being able to compete in the subsequent competition, wouldn't it make you regretful?"
Wan Yunting remained expressionless, but with anger in his heart, he said, "So, I have to thank you?"
"You are welcome."
Jianfeng had a playful smile on his face and looked at Wan Yunting with arrogant eyes. Suddenly his eyes became fierce and he said coldly: "Don't worry, I will make you regret meeting me!"
Seeing the sudden change in Jianfeng's eyes and aura, Wan Yunting's expression darkened, and he instantly guessed his true identity!
"Don't speak too early. If you want to win against me, first ask if the sword in my hand will answer..."
Wan Yunting's expression was solemn, his sharp eyes looked directly at the sword peak in front of him, he held the sword in his right hand, and as soon as he finished speaking, he took the initiative to attack...
Jianfeng's sharp eyes widened. Faced with Wan Yunting's active attack, his movements were strange and his speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him...
Wan Yunting stabbed him straight with his sword, and a burst of energy exploded like thunder, rushing towards the sword peak like a wave of air, causing him to subconsciously raise the long sword in his hand to block...
Clang!
The sound of gold and stone came, and the tip of the Junzi Sword in Wan Yunting's hand pierced the blade of Jianfeng's long sword. An overbearing dark force caused Jianfeng's expression to change slightly, and the right hand holding the sword went numb, and was Wan Yunting's overbearing An Jinqi machine was shocked back two steps...
"What a powerful secret!"
Jian Feng raised his eyes and looked at Wan Yunting in surprise, smiling with interest and asked: "What kind of sword technique are you doing?"
"The Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique!"
The expressionless Wan Yunting shouted softly, swung his sword again and jumped into the air. His whole body turned 360 degrees in mid-air, and the gentleman's sword in his hand slashed towards Jian Feng's head...
when!
Jianfeng blocked with his sword horizontally, the sound of gold and stone, accompanied by sparks flashing, and the strong sword energy flying horizontally, Jianfeng stepped back with his left foot, channeling Wan Yunting's domineering dark energy to his left foot, knocking the wood The wooden planks of the arena were trampled to create a hole.
"I'm going, it's too fierce..."
This made people from all the major sects in the audience exclaim. Netizens in the Douyin live broadcast room also followed the camera and watched this scene. It was like watching the environment of the ring competition in a martial arts movie. It was so unreal...
"The Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique!"
The heads and heads of various sects sitting below the ring, as well as Abbot Renxin of the Shaolin School and others watched Wan Yunting and Jian Feng engage in a fierce competition on the ring, especially the Wuji Tiangang Sword he used. With his majestic sword energy and domineering dark power, he suppressed the sword peak at the beginning and made the masters such as Liu Bing and Lu Chenzi exclaim: "I can't believe that Wuliang Taoist Temple has such domineering sword skills!"
Wudang Sect leader Zhong Yulong stroked his white beard, nodded and said: "This Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique is the only superior sword technique in Wuliang Taoist Temple, but it is said to have been lost a long time ago. Unexpectedly, it has appeared again now."
Zhang Xuanliang also echoed: "In addition to sword skills, Wuji Tiangang also has internal skills, mental skills, and boxing skills. The three are combined into one, making it a complete set!"
Yuan Gaowu of the Kunlun Sect said: "Wuliang Taoist Temple has such superior skills, and will definitely be able to restore the prestige of their Taoist temples in the future..."
These words made other heads and sect masters nod in agreement...
"hehe…"
Yan Changjian, who was sitting beside him, nodded with an unruly and arrogant attitude, and said with a disdainful smile: "What Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique is, compared with the Ba Jue Sword Technique of our Divine Sword Sect, it is too far behind."
These words made Liu Bing, Yuan Gaowu and other leaders raise their eyebrows in dissatisfaction. They wanted to quarrel with Yan Haojian, but Zhong Yulong gave Yuan Gaowu and the others a look and shook his head slightly. It seemed that there was no need to continue the verbal fight with Yan Haojian.
when!
On the ring, the two swords collided, accompanied by the flickering of sparks, and a muffled sound of invisible sword energy clashing. The majestic energy of energy shook both Wan Yunting and Jianfeng away, and they distanced themselves from each other. …
Jian Feng shook the sword in his hand, and when their sharp eyes met, Wan Yunting couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, changed his left hand to hold the sword, and moved his right hand a few times...
In just a few minutes, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves. The two swords clashed hard, and the tiger's mouth was shocked and painful. Jianfeng also moved his right hand, and stared at Wan Yunting in front of him with sharp eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "I have to. He said, your swordsmanship is indeed the strongest among people of your age that I have ever seen, which surprises me!"