Wen Qingye's brows became more and more solemn, he believed that if his strength was stronger, it would be impossible to avoid the sword wave wind at all, but it was a pity that his cultivation was still a little weak.

Lang Feng's strength had already surpassed the limit of Wen Qingye's entire strength, and under Lang Feng's carelessness, Wen Qingye's swordsmanship failed to hurt him in the slightest.

Wen Qingye felt a sense of crisis in his heart, he knew that now that Langfeng was on guard, the next battle would be even more difficult.

Lang Feng looked at Wen Qingye expressionlessly and said, "What's the matter, you still want to struggle?"

"Struggling?" Wen Qingye smiled, "You deserve to say this word in front of me?"

Wen Qingye looked at the arrogant wave wind and sneered: "With your strength, you also want to take away the champion of the Four Mountains Martial Arts?"

"The breeze is chasing the moon!"

Wen Qingye's footsteps were continuous, the speed was extremely fast, his body turned into a breeze, the sword in his hand seemed to be like a crescent moon, and the tip of the sword pointed at Langfeng's chest.

Lang Feng had just learned Wen Qingye's swordsmanship, and he didn't dare to be careless, and the sword in his hand quickly swept forward, wanting to block Wen Qingye's attack.

"Swordsmanship, I know better than you!"

"Silver Moon is Immortal!"

Everyone was stunned, only to see that when the sword in Wen Qingye's hand was attached to his waist, his footsteps were agile and fast, and everyone did not come back to their senses at that moment, Wen Qingye's footsteps continued to rush forward again.

Lang Feng was shocked in his heart, Wen Qingye had already interpreted this swordsmanship superbly, and the two swordsmanship had found a perfect meeting point, fusing these two swordsmanship together, and the charm of swordsmanship was vividly displayed at that moment.

"Shhh

Lang Feng felt a ray of blood appear in his arm, and suddenly raised the sword in his hand, and a red match seemed to explode in the extreme.

"Sonorous!"

There is a huge gap in strength, Wen Qingye was directly repelled a few steps by the domineering sword of Langfeng, his chest was hot, his mouth was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You dare to hurt me!" Lang Feng said angrily as he looked at the wound on his arm.

Wen Qingye's eyes flashed with crazy battle intent, he hadn't felt this kind of blood filling his whole body for a long time, Wen Qingye licked his lips and said, "Give you a chance to take revenge, come on!"

At this moment, Wen Qingye gave people the feeling that it was like a sharp long sword, although it was possible to lose to the opponent, but it would rather bend than bend.

Wen Qingye's bearing seems to be innate, it is a kind of free and easy, perseverance, as if it is like the brightest star above the nine heavens, exuding infinite beauty.

Lang Feng took a deep breath and raised his sword with both hands, he knew that he could only rely on the strength of crushing to win, although he was a little invincible, but there was no way at this moment, because Wen Qingye's swordsmanship was too powerful.

"Killing the sword in thunder!"

A shocking sound suddenly erupted from the sword body of Lang Feng, spreading endlessly to all sides, and the faces of everyone around changed their faces.

"The Thunder Sword Technique of the Eight Rank Martial Arts, Lang Feng actually learned this Eight Rank Martial Arts?"

"Isn't the Thunder Sword Technique a peerless skill of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom Imperial Family?

"Thunder Sword Technique, what an amazing momentum!"

Wen Qingye was most directly affected by the swordsmanship of the waves, and a solemnity appeared in his eyes, and Wen Qingye took a deep breath.

Lang Feng's body had already swept towards Wen Qingye, and with a sword, it seemed like a flash of thunder, and the surrounding vitality trembled.

"Whew!"

Wen Qingye pulled out the Ancient Moon Sword behind him, and in an instant, the momentum of the whole person also climbed to the peak.

Wen Qingye's back suddenly darkened, like the Milky Way under the sky, surrounded by starlight, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

Everyone looked at Wen Qingye's back and was a little distracted, and the stars in the sky under the dark night attracted everyone's eyes deeply.

"Moonset Galaxy!"

Wen Qingye waved the two swords in his hand, the two swords flashed with silver-white light, and they looked so dazzling and beautiful under the Milky Way, and the Qingxia Sword in Wen Qingye's hand, the Ancient Moon Sword emitted a huge sword aura at the same time, with supreme sharpness, with the momentum of cutting everything.

"Boom! boom!"

There was a fierce collision between the thunder and the stars and the moon in the dark night, and everyone was shocked and retreated, and the crowd surged, and thousands of people retreated a few steps for a while.

Many people's teeth were shivering, and the whole earth seemed to tremble slightly.

Everyone stabilized their minds and looked not far away, only to see Wen Qingye's footsteps floating, blood constantly flowing between his hands, and his chest was red with blood, which had been stained with blood.

And the sword in Lang Feng's hand had already been broken, his face was pale, and he looked at Wen Qingye in horror.

Just now, Lang Feng felt the breath of death, fortunately, his cultivation was profound, and he almost walked by the blade of death, Wen Qingye only needed to hurry up, just a little, Lang Feng knew that he was already in a different place at the moment.

Cold sweat was still flowing behind the waves, and he looked at Wen Qingye and said, "You are defeated! You have no chance to continue to play the sword."

When everyone heard Langfeng's words, they all sighed in their hearts, even so, were they all defeated?

Wen Qingye had bloodshot on the corner of her mouth, and she still smiled: "Who said... Ahem... I don't have a chance to play the sword."

Gao Yuerou looked at Wen Qingye, who was still standing proudly on the stage, tears couldn't help but wet her eyes, and murmured: "Don't be reckless, let's admit defeat, okay?"

Everyone couldn't help but straighten up, their fists clenched, and looked at the body that was still standing in awe.

"In that case, I'll completely destroy your heart!" Langfeng roared and punched Wen Qingye.

"Bang!"

Wen Qingye also punched each other, the two of them didn't have any skills, there was no fancy punch on each other, Wen Qingye stepped back four or five steps.

Wen Qingye felt like his chest was about to burst, as if magma was about to explode.

"Hahaha, you are really the end of the strong crossbow" Lang Feng laughed, Fang Cai's punch, he only used seventy percent of his strength, but Wen Qingye was shocked by him and retreated, it seems that Wen Qingye is no longer good.

Suddenly, Wen Qingye's eyes looked at Lang Feng lightly, "The last sword"

He tested Wen Qingye, why didn't Wen Qingye test him?

Wen Qingye knew that this sword was used, even if he won, it would be a tie, the forbidden sword! It was only used to kill, not to compete, but Lang Feng's strength required him to use this sword!

When Lang Feng heard Wen Qingye's words, his hair stood up suddenly, and he felt cold all over his body, and his brows were tightly locked.

Before the wave wind could react, suddenly, Wen Qingye's entire body turned into a streamer forward, and the sky seemed to be snowflakes, crystal clear, beautiful and flawless!

Lang Feng suddenly couldn't see anything clearly, he could only see the white light flashing, he wanted to dodge, but the moment he found that he raised his arm was already half a beat slower, Wen Qingye was injured, why wasn't he injured?

A sword!

There was only a flash of light, and this was the first sword of the three swords of interrogation!

"Killing the sword in thunder!"

The wind shook, and the sword in his hand was like a violent thunderbolt, swinging towards Wen Qingye, this sword seemed to cut off the surrounding vitality, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be darkened.

The two rays of brilliance flashed to the extreme, emitting the most brilliant light, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes slightly.

After a while, the brilliance dissipated, and the purple stone ring revealed its original appearance.

"You're defeated!"

Wen Qingye's sword rested on Langfeng's neck and said indifferently.

Lang Feng's eyes were full of horror, and he looked at Wen Qingye dementedly.

Everyone saw that Lang Feng's body was covered with blood, as if he had been baptized by thousands of sword qi, and a large amount of blood flowed all over his body.

"It's... This swordsmanship?" Not to mention others, even Nie Qinglan was directly shocked and took two steps forward, extremely out of shape.

"I lost, how could it be? I was defeated? I... No... Letter~~" Lang Feng roared wildly, and the sword in his hand wanted to swing again, but when the arm was raised to the last time, it still did not rise, and still fell.

"Plop!"

After Wen Qingye saw the wind falling, he slowly took back the Qingxia Sword with trembling palms, he still had the last trace of consciousness in his mind at the moment, he couldn't fall, he must not fall.

Time passed little by little, and everyone was immersed in it, without relieving themselves.

I don't know how long it took for the referee in the ring to come back to his senses, and with a stirring in his heart, he hurriedly said: "North.... Beishan, Wen Qingye wins!"

Beishan!Wen Qingye wins!

..........

The sound constantly reverberates throughout the martial arts arena!

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