By the time Wan Yunting and Chang Wude came back, Xu Lingwei in the arena had already defeated the young disciple of the Kongtong Sect.
"Senior sister is amazing."
Seeing Xu Lingwei out of breath, Li Zihang immediately came to meet her, and Wan Yunting said with a smile: "The next game will be difficult."
Hearing this, Xu Lingwei looked at him coldly and said, "It's best to draw lots for you in the next round!"
"Ha ha."
Wan Yunting knew that she was dissatisfied, so he said with a wicked smile: "If you really get me, you will be unlucky."
"snort."
Xu Lingwei snorted coldly, turned around and sat aside, too lazy to talk to him.
"Let's draw the number five next."
As soon as Sima Wentang finished speaking, this time it was a young disciple of the Kunlun Sect. His name was Guan Feipeng. He was already in the early stage of martial arts alchemy. The person who drew number five with him was a disciple of the Taishan Sect, but he
But it is only the mid-term strength of Huajin.
After the two of them entered the ring and saluted each other with fists clasped, the disciple from the Taishan Sect took the lead, but was knocked out by Guan Feipeng with a move and won the contest directly.
"Guan Feipeng wins!"
Sima Wentang went up and announced that Guan Feipeng had won, and then said: "Those who won the sixth lottery, please come up and compete..."
The person who won the sixth lottery was a young disciple of the Huashan Sect. His name was Mu Zhiming. He was also an early stage Danjin martial artist. He was the strongest among the young disciples of the Huashan Sect. This time, he won the lottery.
Number 6 is another disciple of the Kunlun Sect, but he is only in the late stage of transforming energy.
"Senior Brother Mu, I admit defeat!"
As a result, this disciple of the Kunlun Sect got on the ring and faced Mu Zhiming with his fists clasped and surrendering.
Because it was Guan Feipeng who told him that Mu Zhiming was in the early stage of Danjin martial arts, so he simply gave in to avoid being kicked off the ring, which would lead to an ugly loss.
Mu Zhiming smiled and nodded, and the two of them went down together.
"We will win this battle."
Sima Wentang took the microphone and announced, and then said: "Those who won the seventh lottery, please come up and compete."
"Senior Brother, it's your turn, come on."
Qi Wu and Zeng Yongchang on the side immediately cheered Wei Ping up.
Wei Ping smiled and nodded, and then he strode towards the ring. The person who drew the seventh lottery with him was a young disciple from Tan Zumen. However, he was only in the middle stage of transforming strength, so on the ring, as the host, Wei Ping
Ping deliberately asked him to move more than ten times, and it took several minutes to get him to step down.
"Okay, one of our young disciples from Wuliang Taoist Temple is Senior Brother Wei Pingsheng!"
Sima Wentang came up and announced with a smile that Wei Ping was victorious.
"Wuliang Taoist Temple is so blessed. These disciples are so strong. They are really enviable to others."
Head Liu Bing turned his head and smiled at Sima Boyong, Wu Weizi and the others.
"The younger generation of disciples trained by Master Liu's Qingcheng Sect are not bad at all, especially your direct disciple Meng Jingwu, who is already a powerful martial artist, right?"
Sima Boyong pointed at the young disciple standing behind Liu Bing and said with a smile.
"haha, yes."
Liu Bing laughed twice proudly and said: "My disciple only broke through the Danjin at the age of 32, and now he has entered the middle stage of Danjin. My efforts to him over the years are not in vain."
"Master Liu is really a good teacher."
Immediately, the heads and heads of other sects began to praise him. Sima Boyong nodded and said with a smile: "We are really looking forward to his performance."
"The end will be mine!"
The young man Meng Jingwu standing behind Liu Bing said.
"Oh, it's No. 8, right? Then hurry up."
Sima Wentang on the ring had already called for the person who drew the eighth lottery to come up to the ring, so Liu Bing asked Meng Jingwu to go up, and the one who was fighting him this time was Wan Yunting!
"Junior Brother Wan, come on."
Li Zihang immediately cheered him up.
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, without saying anything, and strode towards the ring. Sima Wentang gave him a cold look, and when he saw Meng Jingwu coming up with an iron sword, he said: "You can start on your own."
Wan Yunting touched his nose and looked at Sima Wentang who was going down. Then he looked back at Meng Jingwu who was standing in front of him. Seeing him using a sword, he turned back to Li Zihang under the ring and asked him to take an iron sword and throw it.
Coming up, Wan Yunting grabbed the iron sword, smiled politely at Meng Jingwu in front of him with both hands, and said: "Infinite Taoist Temple, Wan Yunting."
"Qingcheng Sect, Meng Jingwu."
Meng Jingwu raised his eyes slightly, looked at Wan Yunting's eyes with a hint of arrogance and contempt, put down his hands and said: "You competed with that man this morning, but your internal energy is very strong, but unfortunately, your opponent now is me!"
"hehe."
Wan Yunting looked at Meng Jingwu's arrogant and self-righteous look and smiled: "Let's stop talking nonsense and get started without wasting time."
"snort."
Seeing this, Meng Jingwu glared at him arrogantly, then took a stance, holding the sword in his left hand, shaking out the sword flower, and said provocatively: "Come on, I'll give you three moves!"
This made Wan Yunting laugh, waved his hand and said, "Then I'll give you five moves!"
"Hmph, arrogant."
Meng Jingwu cursed angrily.
Wan Yunting felt unhappy and said impatiently: "I wonder if we can start directly?"
Suddenly, Meng Jingwu's eyes widened and he said angrily: "Boy, then I will teach you how to respect others and see what you can do..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jingwu stabbed him directly with the sword in his left hand, but Wan Yunting turned his right wrist and followed his spinning steps, slashing with the iron sword in his hand...
With a sound of "Dang!", Meng Jingwu's long sword that was thrust straight down was knocked down. He immediately turned his left hand, the long sword in his hand passed over his head, and used the Yunjian move to stab Wan Yunting's neck again.
when!
Wan Yunting fended off his sword again with his sword. He immediately stopped holding back and used the immeasurable sword technique of the Tribulation Fire Red Lotus. The energy released by the sword technique made Meng Jingwu's eyes suddenly widen.
, he immediately held the sword in his right hand, and with a strange movement, he dangerously avoided Wan Yunting's third move of the Wuliang Sword Technique, the Tribulation Fire Red Lotus, and knocked him back several steps. His eyes suddenly
He looked at Wan Yunting in surprise.
"Immeasurable swordsmanship!"
Wu Weizi and Wei Ping who were under the ring were immediately surprised when they saw Wan Yunting using the third form of Wuliang swordsmanship, the Red Lotus Tribulation.
This Wuliang Sword Technique is the most superior swordsmanship among the Wuliang Taoist Sword Techniques. Only disciples with extraordinary talents can practice it. Unexpectedly, Chang Wude actually taught Wuliang Sword Technique to Wan Yunting.
And watching him use the third form of Tribulation Fire Red Lotus, it can be seen that Wan Yunting has practiced Wuliang swordsmanship to the point of proficiency, which makes Wei Ping, Zeng Yongchang, Qi Wu and other disciples feel unbalanced.
Especially Xu Lingwei, she has been practicing Wuliang Sword Technique, but she thinks that her third form of Tribulation Fire Red Lotus is not as powerful as Wan Yunting's.
Even Sima Boyong's little eyes narrowed again, and Lu Chenzi, who was sitting next to him, exclaimed: "This guy's swordsmanship is superb."
"yes."
When I was discussing swordsmanship in Huashan, I was fortunate enough to see Wuweizi perform Wuliang swordsmanship. This swordsmanship was the superior martial art of Wuliang Taoism.
The Buddhist scriptures say that there are four immeasurables: one kind, two compassion, three joy, and four equanimity! These four immeasurables are the core of the immeasurable sword technique!
"Haha, Master Liu, it seems that your disciple has met his opponent this time."
Shi Yizhen, the head of the Huashan Sect, turned his head and smiled at Liu Bing.
Liu Bing also looked at Wan Yunting and Meng Jingwu who were fighting together on the ring. He knew his disciple's kung fu very well. He didn't expect that this disciple from Wuliang Taoist Temple who came from outside had such high martial arts.
The Wuliang swordsmanship he showed was also extremely proficient. It seemed that it would be a little difficult for Meng Jingwu to win this competition.
Dangdangdang...
On the ring, the sparks caused by the clash of iron swords, and the constant clanging sound echoed in the ring. Wan Yunting and Meng Jingwu held iron swords in their hands, and they had already exchanged more than a dozen moves in one minute. You two, do it.
I go, the strength is equal.
Moreover, Meng Jingwu used his Qingcheng School's Eight Immortals swordsmanship, which was also very powerful and won the applause of many people below the ring, making Meng Jingwu more and more confident in defeating his opponent.
Immediately afterwards, he hung up his sword and stabbed out. The energy reached the tip of the sword and stabbed him like lightning. Wan Yunting quickly raised the sword blade to block his chest. Immediately, the tip of Meng Jingwu's sword pierced the sword he was blocking on his chest.
The power released by the Qi machine on the blade made Wan Yunting's sword-holding jaw go numb. He also took two steps back, and the two distanced themselves.
"how?"
Meng Jingwu raised his chin and looked at Wan Yunting arrogantly, and he began to feel embarrassed.
Wan Yunting held the iron sword in his left hand, shook the numbness of his right hand, nodded and said with a smile: "As expected of the Qingcheng School's world-famous Eight Immortals swordsmanship, it is indeed powerful."
Meng Jingwu said proudly: "In addition to the Eight Immortals Sword Technique, our Qingcheng Sect also has the Seven Star Sword Technique, the Dragon and Tiger Sword Technique, etc. I don't know if you have the ability to learn them all."
"hehe."
Wan Yunting held the sword again with his right hand, raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Then I may not have the chance to teach you all those sword skills, because I won't let you have the chance to use them!"
These words made Meng Jingwu glare with anger and snorted: "Boy, don't be arrogant, I can teach you how to respect others with just the swordsmanship of the Eight Immortals!"
Whoosh!
Wan Yunting swung the sword with his right hand, cutting through the air and making a sound of sword energy. He raised his eyes and looked at Meng Jingwu's eyes. A green light flashed strangely, like a pair of snake eyes. In an instant, Wan Yunting's whole aura changed and he said
: "Stop talking nonsense and let's take a look at the sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yunting rushed out with a sword in his right hand and struck Meng Jingwu again without hesitation...
when!
Meng Jingwu raised his sword to block, and Wan Yunting's iron sword struck him hard on the blade. A huge force caused the iron sword in Meng Jingwu's hand to make a low sword sound, and at the same time, the tiger's mouth of his right hand began to feel numb.
, which shocked him and said secretly: "How can this kid be so powerful?"
when!
Then Wan Yunting raised his sword again and slashed at him fiercely. Meng Jingwu raised his sword to block again...
Dang Dang Dang!
Just like that, Wan Yunting's sword was more powerful than the other. He didn't use any sword moves at all. Instead, he used his terrifying brute force to cut Meng Jingwu back continuously, forcing him to retreat to the edge of the ring...
He reacted immediately, endured the severe pain in the tiger's mouth on his right hand, turned around on the ring like a gourd to avoid Wan Yunting's last sword strike, he quickly returned to the middle of the ring, and then quickly rubbed the tiger's mouth on his right hand,
He was so angry that he yelled: "What kind of move are you doing? It's clearly just a barbaric chop."
At this time, people from various sects under the ring were also pointing at Wan Yunting on the ring. He had just struck Meng Jingwu with five or six swords in a row. It was just like a street fight. There was no kung fu at all. He just used