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After retracting the True Martial Sword, before Chen Heng had time to use other means again, Xin Tang's next wave of attacks was already coming in an instant, just like herself, this woman was also quite afraid of Chen Heng, and she also adopted a quick and quick solution. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the sound of coquettishness, the three-foot autumn water in the hands of the Xintang fairy danced, like a peacock opening the screen, giving people an indescribable beauty.

However, Chen Heng, who was standing in the middle of the ring, felt the coldness in it, and it was an indescribable horror that spread in the bottom of his heart!

The sword light filled the sky, and the voice of the fairy Xintang came faintly: "The peacock opens the screen, the world is discolored, and the road ahead is geometric, but it is just a song of the soul of Huangquan Town......"

The brilliant sword light enveloped Chen Heng, causing him to be imprisoned in it and slowly killed.

However, Chen Heng didn't have a panicked look on his face, but smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted the Qiankun bag, and sacrificed a black shield-shaped magic weapon engraved with ancient runes.

"Tortoiseshell landslide!"

In the crowd, the sharp-eyed monk suddenly exclaimed, obviously he didn't expect Chen Heng to come up with such a defensive treasure.

"Bang!"

Xintang's peacock sword dance was blocked without any suspense against the tortoiseshell landslide, and Xintang was also taken back by the backlash because of the fierce attack, and there was finally a trace of surprise on his face.

Taking advantage of this time, Chen Heng pinched the handprint of the Buddha Gate Tianluo Net in his hand at the same time, and saw that the vitality of the sky had formed thin lines, shrouding towards Xintang's three-foot autumn water sword.

In the next moment, Xintang immediately felt that the natal magic weapon had completely lost contact with him, as if he was not in this world.

Fairy Xintang's heart was shocked, and she fell into a short period of sluggishness, Chen Heng activated the phantom body method, appeared less than three feet in front of Xintang out of thin air, and gently put the true martial jade sword across her snow neck, and immediately withdrew to the same place, and said with a faint smile: "Fairy, you lost." ”

Xintang came back to his senses, glanced at Chen Heng with a complicated face, didn't say anything, and quietly walked out of the ring.

The old man of the arbitrator announced loudly: "In this case, Chen Heng wins." ”

"In the next game, Chen Heng ...... Jiang Tao"

The old man's voice had just fallen, and before Chen Heng could react, he only felt a sudden flower in front of him.

"Whoa......

A figure flashed, Chen Heng looked fixedly, and saw a handsome young man in a gorgeous costume holding a folding fan appeared opposite him.

"I've seen your competition before, and I know that you are extraordinary, but I'm afraid your good luck will stop today!" With a hint of disdain between the young man's eyebrows, he looked at Chen Heng and whispered.

He didn't even say his name, and with a shake of the folding fan in his hand, a whirlpool of wind appeared beside him.

In the past few days, Chen Heng has made repeated moves, and many monks have already noticed it.

It's just that that when he was fighting against the Nine Shadows Old Monster that day, it was the Heavenly Machine Venerable who made a move, and Chen Heng barely survived.

In the eyes of this young man, Chen Heng's strength was not as terrifying as he imagined, and as he spoke, the young man's body moved, and he swept towards Chen Heng with the whirlpool of the wind around him.

The two of them were dozens of meters apart, and when the Gangfeng Whirlpool appeared, a strong battle intent erupted on the young man's body!

Looking at the strength, he should also be a master in the middle stage of the Yuan Shen, Chen Heng didn't dare to be careless, and sacrificed the true martial sword, a sword flashed, and he quickly greeted the whirlpool of Gangfeng that was spinning.

The young man's speed was fast, and under Chen Heng's sword, the whirling Gang Wind Vortex suddenly shook.

The young man's folding fan shook, and a huge whirlpool burst in, and after a huge sound, the sword released by Chen Heng was swept into pieces in an instant.

"You're no more than that!"

The young man saw that the sword was shattered in front of him by his own wind whirlpool, and his face was even more disdainful.

With a faint word, the jade-colored folding fan burst out with a dazzling light, mixed with the whistling wind, and blasted towards Chen Heng.

Facing the young man in Chinese clothes in front of him, Chen Heng's brows also frowned slightly.

Seeing the Gangfeng whirlpool in the light sweeping towards him, Chen Heng secretly urged the Yuan Force in his body.

The True Martial Sword swung sideways in the air, and countless sword lights appeared in front of him in an instant!

"Huh!"

The fluorescent flow above the sword light, and before the Gangfeng Vortex approached, more than a dozen sword lights with icy cold aura instantly stabbed out, blocking the front of the Gangfeng Vortex!

There was a huge roar sounding continuously, Chen Heng took a step forward, his body was full of momentum, the real martial sword in his hand shook, and stabbed towards the young man in gorgeous clothes like an arrow off the string!

Both of them are cultivators in the middle stage of the Yuan Shen, and the wind whirlpool blasted out by the young man in Chinese clothes is terrifying.

But Chen Heng didn't put it in his eyes, after the real martial sword flew out of his hand, the light on Chen Heng's right hand shone brightly.

The big Buddha tore his hand, and an afterimage flashed, already avoiding the wind whirlpool in front of the young man in gorgeous clothes, and grabbed him fiercely on the chest.

Chen Heng's speed of action was extremely fast, and the young man in the Chinese costume only felt a flower in front of him, and saw that the real martial sword had arrived in front of him!

And after the real martial sword, Chen Heng's figure was also approaching rapidly, the light on his right hand was very dazzling, and the face of the young man in Chinese clothes finally changed color at this moment.

Although the Gangfeng Vortex was in front, it was entangled by more than a dozen sword lights, and under the roar, it was difficult to stand out at all.

Seeing that the true martial sword had already come to him, the jade-colored folding fan in the young man's hand suddenly unfolded in a hurry, and a yuan force was injected into it, turning into a curtain of light and blocking in front of him.

"Big Buddha tears his hand!"

The true martial sword was stopped, and after touching the light curtain, the sword body trembled, and a huge roar sounded, Chen Heng then swept over, and the big Buddha tore his hand out, and a claw hit the light.

"Bang!"

The light curtain that had just been conjured up was instantly blasted into pieces under the torn hands of the True Martial Sword and Chen Heng's Great Buddha, revealing the frightened young man in Chinese clothes behind him.

"Whoa......

After shattering the huge light curtain in front of him, Chen Heng's body did not pause at all, his right hand became a claw, and directly choked the neck of the young man in gorgeous clothes.

"You're defeated!"

Chen Heng took a deep breath, stared at the young man in Chinese clothes in front of him with cold eyes and said, the sky-high battle intent on his body was slowly dissipating at this moment.

At this moment, the young man in Chinese clothes didn't dare to make the slightest movement under Chen Heng's big Buddha tearing hands, and the jade-colored folding fan in his hand also fell to the ground, and the young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a pale face, and nodded stiffly.

"Chen Heng wins!"

After seeing the young man nodding and admitting defeat, someone outside suddenly announced the results of the competition, Chen Heng let go of his right hand, and the young man in front of him fell to the ground with a pop.

After a moment's breath, he struggled to his feet, and walked out of the competition area with a pale face.

After winning the competition, Chen Heng put away his true martial sword, nodded at the Sky Venerable who was looking at him on the high platform, and slowly walked down the competition square.

"There is one game left to decide the top 10!"

Xutianzi and Bujie Zen Master had already defeated their opponents, and when they saw Chen Heng walking down quickly, the two immediately greeted him and said with a smile.

"Hehe, I hope we don't meet in the next competition!" Chen Heng also responded with a smile and changed his number plate.

"Boy, yes, the old Buddha's torn hand is more vividly played in your hands. ”

The non-precept Zen master laughed, but he really didn't know that Chen Heng himself had infinite Buddha power, and he naturally used the Buddha's tearing hand to use this kind of Buddhist magical power, which was far more handy than ordinary people.

"Huh, isn't that the Qing Ling who competed with you before?" Just as the three of them were about to leave, Xu Tianzi suddenly found that on the test table, Qing Ling, who was holding a Qingfeng dagger, was attacking a middle-aged monk.

Between tossing and turning, the middle-aged monk was forced to retreat step by step, and it should not be able to hold on for long.

Last time, the Nine Shadows Old Monster made a big fight, and many of the monks who had been promoted were killed, and Qing Ling was re-recruited.

This time, her opponent was only a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Shen, and if she ran into Qing Ling, I was afraid that there would be no hope of promotion.

"I hope I won't run into her in the next competition!" Chen Heng also noticed Qing Ling who was competing on the stage, remembering that he had won the previous competition by luck, Chen Heng frowned lightly and said.

Qingling's strength is undoubted, if Chen Heng hadn't won by luck last time, I'm afraid that Qingling is already a top ten seeded player now.

Xu Tianzi nodded in agreement, glanced at Na Qingling deeply, and walked towards the direction of the inn restaurant with Chen Heng.

Back in his room, Chen Heng closed the door, took a deep breath and crossed his knees.

After running the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Recipe for a while, he also practiced the Aoki Immortal Technique, and waited until he replenished all the Yuan Power he consumed, then closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.

The last competition was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and he was a little worried about Ling Shiyue, who was still in a coma, Chen Heng wanted to go to Ling's house again, but after thinking about it carefully, he finally dispelled this idea.

When he got the quota to enter the Immortal Mansion, he would naturally enter the Ling family under the leadership of the Heavenly Machine Venerable, and all he had to do now was to take good care of the last battle.

After layers of selection, almost all of the twenty people left behind were elites, and their strength was almost the same as Chen Heng.

Chen Heng stayed in the room for a whole day, completely recovering himself to his full state, and then opened the door and prepared to walk towards the competition square.

But when Chen Heng just walked downstairs, he found that Qingling was also in the restaurant, today's Qingling was wearing a white long dress, with the skin that could be broken by blowing bullets, like a fairy descending to earth.

Chen Heng didn't expect Qing Ling to also live here, and was about to step forward to say hello, but Qing Ling, who had already seen Chen Heng, stood up and walked towards Chen Heng.

"If I face you again today, I won't lose!" Qing Ling's expression was still cold, and when he spoke, he exuded a chill that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Without waiting for Chen Heng to answer, he turned around and walked out.

Chen Heng took a deep look at Qing Ling's back, and said secretly: "I won't give up the quota of the Immortal Mansion, if I really fight against you, I will still defeat you!"

After eating a little in the restaurant, Chen Heng and Xutianzi also walked towards the huge competition square with the flow of people.

Under the anxious waiting of everyone, more than half an hour later, a sound of breaking the sky came from the sky, and I saw the Heavenly Machine Venerable with several Ling family masters rushing over from a distance.

Chen Heng looked up and found that the Ling family members who were following behind the Heavenly Machine Venerable were all Yuan Shen Stage cultivators!

There are even two purple-robed elders in the late stage of the Yuan Shen, and it seems that they have made all preparations for today's battle against the Ling family.

After the Venerable Tianji came to the high platform of the competition square and announced the start of the battle, many monks around immediately flew to the competition area, and Chen Heng followed the crowd and stood in a corner of the square, waiting for his opponent.

Today is the last competition, and the cultivators who came to watch it were crowded.

It took a lot of effort for Chen Heng and Xutianzi to squeeze through the crowd and come to the competition square, and saw that the Heavenly Machine Venerable and the people of the Ling family were already sitting on the high platform.

Chen Heng didn't dare to delay any longer, looked at the number plate in his hand, and flew towards his opponent on the stage.

Fortunately, Chen Heng didn't meet Qingling, standing in front of him was a handsome middle-aged man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a spring breeze on his face, and he looked particularly elegant with that snow-white robe.

"You are Chen Heng, who has been in the limelight these days! My name is Chu Ziqiu!" The middle-aged man in white saw that Chen Heng had finally arrived, and immediately chuckled and reported his name.

"Yes, I'm Chen Heng!" Chen Heng saw that this middle-aged man was so kind, and immediately responded with a smile.

"Today's battle is related to the quota for entering the Immortal Mansion, offended!" Chu Ziqiu said to Chen Heng with both hands in fists, and as soon as he moved his feet, he slowly glanced behind him.

Chen Heng had already judged from the momentum emanating from Chu Ziqiu's body, he was at least a cultivator in the middle stage of the Yuan Shen, and it seemed that there would be a big battle today.

Chu Ziqiu retreated a distance of dozens of meters, and after standing still, he flipped his right hand and sacrificed a long sword, and the white vitality on the long sword was swirling, and at a glance, he knew that it was not a mortal thing.