"I saw that Xiao Wenhao of Qimingfeng used a trick 'monkey picking peaches'......"

"Stop! Xiaoyuan, didn't you see that Lin Nuxia was plump and mature, what kind of evil thoughts, why are you a dragon claw hand again, and a monkey picking peaches?"

"Ah...... This one...... In short, hehe, Lin Nuxia and Xiao Wenhao fought against each other for more than 50 moves, and the two sides fought a draw in the first game. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ma Yuan blushed slightly and snorted haha.

This result was already expected by Chang Wei, the rankings of the two on the list are almost the same, and the data is also comparable, and the martial arts should be between the best. What Chang Wei cares about is that because of this tie, if Qi Mingfeng wants to win the first place in the alternate battle, he will at least launch a newcomer to act as a surprise soldier. And the masters of other sects who have not shown up, should they also play this time?

"But these are nothing, the latest and most exciting news is that the ethereal Yan Qianbo and Liu Zhanyun disappeared together with Nie Mingzhi and Cui Yunhai on Jiangnan Road, and Ge Tongji died, and Qiu Wenxuan appeared. Except for Yan and Liu Ernu, they are all top masters, because of the disappearance of Liu Zhanyun and Yan Qianbo, the ethereal up and down are about to go crazy, hehe!"

Ma Yuanzhi participated in the operation in the middle of the night last night, he didn't know anything about the second half of the night, and Chang Wei didn't plan to say it, taking down Yan Qianbo and Liu Zhanyun was an extremely important part of cleaning up the ethereal.

It's been more than a year since they were paired with Ethereal, and this was the first time they had been caught, and it was an accident, Chang Wei couldn't help but sigh at his good luck.

The battle for the throne is about to begin, and all the heads of the ten major sects have collectively appeared, and Yan Lingyue, the contemporary master of the Ethereal Smoke and Rain Building, has also appeared, which is her first public appearance on the rivers and lakes.

Murong Xiongfei of the Murong family, Ouyang Chongde of the Ouyang family, Tang Xingtian of the Tang Sect and Fufeng Dongfang Qingyun, Jin Gehui Chu Tiankuo, Changkong Shijia and other heavyweight figures all appeared in public.

Shaolin abbot, Wudang head, beggar gang leader a series of highly respected characters also appeared one by one, the four sons of martial arts, Chang Wei, Qiu Feng, Ouyang Pingtian, Murong Hao, Chang Li, Yan Ruyu and Qingluan and other top figures of the younger generation all appeared, this martial arts suddenly ushered in a gorgeous scene.

"In the first battle for the position, the Seven Seas Alliance vs. the Murong family!" the voice of the competition supervisor, Master Kong Chong, clearly entered everyone's ears.

This is the first time Chang Wei has seen this legendary figure in martial arts, the only peerless genius and profound Buddhist monk who has practiced thirty-three Shaolin mastery arts in the past two hundred years, perhaps because he has been a vegetarian for many years, he looks a little thin, but it is this thin body that bears the prestige of Shaolin for thousands of years.

Listening to the words he sang with the Tianlong Zen in the seventy-two sects, although it was far and near, Chang Wei roughly judged that his internal strength was at least two or three realms higher than his proud disciple's comprehension, and even above the Shaolin abbot, without some special means, it was almost impossible for Chang Wei to defeat him at the moment.

was secretly thinking about it, but he heard someone in the stands: "It's really strange that there are many things every year, especially this year, yesterday the Seven Seas Alliance was obviously defeated by the Murong family, why are you still here today?"

This is the Murong family or Jiangnan Wulin began to use psychological warfare, but this kind of small means is useless for a cheeky person like Chang Wei, the rivers and lakes are already dangerous, and many things have to be experienced by themselves, and the kung fu competition has begun.

Chang Wei already knew the martial arts of the first three old guys of the Murong family, Liu Jingting would not lose, and he really had a draw when he went up, Leng Xin and Fenglu knew the realm of the opponent, and they couldn't win the fight, and it was useless to go up, so they gave up directly.

The only thing that can be fought for is the last seven competitions, and in these seven games, Guo Jinmi and Chu Qi are still not the opponents of the masters of the Murong family.

Qiu Feng won against Murong Hao last time, and this time he once again showed his extraordinary martial arts skills and experience in iron-blooded fighting, and used fifteen moves to level Murong Hao again.

In this way, the first six games are still one rise, one draw and four losses, and the expectation of victory can only be pinned on the last four games.

Without greeting Yan Ruyu, Chang Li, and Ma Yuan, Chang Wei had already gotten off the martial arts arena with the divine sword on his back, Murong Yu's broken martial arts Chang Wei knew very well, and at the moment he was just thinking about whether to defeat him with three moves to Liwei, or whether Taoguang Yanghui would let him go through seventeen or eighteen moves and sell him face by the way.

In Chang Wei's heart, he cared more about Hu Wenqing, and the old guy said that he went undercover in Jiangnan martial arts, but what puzzled Chang Wei was that he did not see his shadow at the martial arts conference.

Sky Sword!

"Is this Chang Wei's swordsmanship?"

"Last year, he didn't have internal strength, so he created this swordsmanship, and this year he has rushed to the top of the realm, and the swordsmanship seems to be sharper than a notch!"

Chang Wei didn't hear these discussions at all, his attention was unprecedentedly concentrated, and his soul was firmly locked on every subtle movement of Murong Yusha, including the fluttering of his hair, which could not escape Chang Wei's thunderous gaze.

At the moment when Murong Yu's shattered purple electric sword swept, Chang Wei moved, his wrist twisted suddenly, and the divine sword that was as bright as autumn water swayed with a dazzling brilliance, and with the shaking of his wrist, the divine sword shook its head and tail like a swimming dragon and pasted the purple electric sword.

This sword alone made Murong Yu's pupils shrink, this sword sweep looked ordinary, but it was one of the killer moves of the Hengyun Covering Sun Sword Technique, Chang Wei's response was clearly a reaction to see through his moves.

However, what if he sees through it? He doesn't think that Chang Wei is really strong to the extent that he is unmatched, although Chang Wei is already a top master, but his progress this year is not small, and he will soon break through the realm, Zi Dian turned the erected sword blade and rotated, deviating from the direction pointed by the divine sword, stabbing Chang Wei's wrist holding the sword, and at the same time, the tip of the sword stabbed straight into his arm.

This move can be described as fast and ferocious, and the characteristics of swordsmanship are brought into full play in an instant. The next moment, Chang Wei's wrist turned in half in a strange reversal, turning into an incredible angle, and the slowly swaying divine sword stabbed in the direction of the purple electric sword's assassination, sneering at the junction between the blade and the hilt, and the purple electric sword was deflected.

Murong Yu's powerful internal force fell into the air, and the feeling of hitting the air flashed that made Murong Yu's internal force stagnate, and even his body shook slightly. He hurriedly used his internal force to stabilize his body, and the castrated purple lightning was about to slash towards Chang Wei's shoulder as soon as it turned.

With only one sword, Chang Wei had the upper hand, how could he be allowed to turn the situation back? With a flick of his wrist, the strange posture of stabbing backwards was thrown forward, and a single move of splitting and sweeping directly hit Murong Yu's broken wrist.

Murong Yu retreated suddenly, his shoulders sank and he lifted, his feet were divided from left to right, his body was like left and right, and his repeated movements not only split the sword of Chang Wei's counterattack, but appeared in the left rear where his sword could not protect it.

The purple electric sword skillfully stabbed Chang Wei's armpit with the power of his body flashing, this sword swung out a bright silver cold light, with a strange rotating force, sealing Chang Wei's forward and backward directions, if he wanted to dodge, he could only fly back to the right, but Murong Yu confidently thought that with his own speed, Chang Wei couldn't dodge at all, so this sword must hit!

Such a wonderful response made the Jiangnan martial arts characters who were watching the battle thunderous, but half of their cheering shouts were stuck in their throats and couldn't get out, because, Chang Wei's eyes did not turn his feet and his feet were not chaotic, his slender body swayed forward slightly like a willow in the wind, and the divine sword stabbed forward in his right hand flung back, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a peerless divine soldier but a small iron hammer.

The Divine Sword turned into a hammer type, and with a ding, the impartial hammer hit the weak connection between the blade and the hilt of the Purple Electric Sword, causing Murong Yu's shattered body to be deflected by his own internal force again.

Murong Yu panicked in his heart, and only then did he straighten the purple electric sword, and the divine sword suddenly struck, the straight sword body was shining with cold light, and the slow speed covered his eyebrows, throat, and heart with an incomparable murderous aura.

In the face of this brilliant and murderous sword, Murong Yu didn't dare to be careless, and immediately retreated to the right rear, and at the same time, the purple electric sword in his arms flew in the air like a whirlwind, and the air was stirred into a small whirlwind, completely obscuring the direction of the sword blade.

Chang Wei clearly knew that the incomparably sharp purple electric sword swirled and stabbed at the back of his heart, the wolf's waist twisted and retreated lightly, and the divine sword shook and swept out a sword curtain, and without waiting for the blades to intersect, his wrist flicked violently, and the divine sword swept along the sword body and slid towards Murong Yu's broken right hand.

The blade of the sword continued to adjust its direction as it approached rapidly, and soon changed from a horizontal slash to an oblique stab, not only continuing to threaten Murong Yu with the blade to shatter his hands, but the incomparably sharp tip of the sword pointed at his heart.

Murong Yusha had no choice but to retreat sideways to reorganize the attack, if Chang Wei's sword was not a peerless divine weapon, Murong Yusha would dare to grab the sword empty-handed, but he himself used a sword, knowing that this kind of divine weapon blade was designed to break through the internal force of the body, and the top masters would not dare to take it easily.

This time, Chang Wei used the footwork of Western fencing, only to see that as soon as he was short, he followed the direction of Murong Yu's shattered step with a sliding step, and before he could catch up, the cold sword had already stabbed straight out.

The footwork of Western fencing is not clever, but it is the most flexible and best to save internal force, and ordinary people use this footwork to save effort.

This is also a kind of prestige, think about it, a top master does not use internal force to forcibly crush the opponent, but uses swordsmanship to defeat the opponent with a sword, what kind of atmosphere, what kind of confidence?

A sword stabbed out, the sword body shook violently, the sword light was uncertain, and with Murong Yu's shattered eyesight, he couldn't tell where this long sword with slow speed and insufficient strength was going to pierce it.

In desperation, Murong Yu gave up his original attack plan, and flew back violently with the force under his feet, until he retreated to the other side of the martial arts arena, and the two returned to the confrontation posture before the competition began.

In this series of killings, Murong Yusha relied on the characteristics of strong internal strength, but not only did he not take advantage of the slightest advantage, but he was killed by Chang Wei without any internal strength, but he was a little embarrassed by Chang Wei's several counterattacks.

Murong Yu smash retreated, but Chang Wei raised his sword to kill, Chang Wei's swordsmanship seemed to always be a straight and upright assassination, Murong Yu smash also changed his fighting style and stabbed away first, hoping to curb Chang Wei's offensive.

However, he was wrong again, the starting style of the Divine Sword was indeed an assassination, but when the Purple Electric Sword stabbed in, it immediately turned into a sword move that was unloaded by winding and swinging. Murong Yusha was very puzzled, why could the Divine Sword be soft and fluttering, why could he take his own sword? Obviously, Chang Wei's speed was extremely slow, and his strength was extremely small, why could he always accurately hit the gap between his power conversion, making him helpless?

Chang Wei also had no choice, because the Murong family had a trick to change the stars, in case he borrowed his strength, wouldn't he only be able to crush it with a strong internal force and a higher realm?

Murong Yu's will is firm, the more frustrated he becomes, the stronger he becomes, and the more difficult it is, the more ambitious he is. But no matter how his strong internal strength is exerted, no matter how tragic and powerful his swordsmanship is, he will always be unable to be powerful.

He naturally didn't know that the Dugu Nine Sword was strong when it was strong, the stronger the enemy, the stronger the counterattack, the faster the speed, the easier it was to be caught between the attacks and the gaps in the conversion of internal forces.

In the blink of an eye, thirty moves had passed, and Murong Yu's shattered purple electric sword was once again taken away, and the internal force stagnated slightly, Chang Wei suddenly rushed forward, and the divine sword stabbed at Murong Yu's broken forehead.

Chang Yanming's upper body deviated to the right, and the purple electric sword drew a ray of light in the direction of his body's deflection, sweeping Chang Wei's waist, intending to force him back;

Just before the purple electric sword swept into his waist, Chang Wei's wrist slightly turned and slashed the divine sword with a smack, and at the same time, the blade sank, his feet jumped quickly, and his body jumped up a foot high, but this moment made the weight of his body all press on the divine sword, although his weight of one hundred and ten catties was nothing to Murong Yu's internal strength, it also made the purple electric sword sink downward, and the move sent out was completely destroyed.

However, this move was just the beginning, Chang Wei's reborn body was incredible, and the way his wrist exerted his strength changed, and the whole person actually slid down Chang Ge in front of Murong Yu.

Murong Yu exhaled and opened his voice, and the long sword struggled to pick it up, and Chang Wei was picked up and flew into the air, Murong Yu's broken hands were retracted backwards like the wind, and the sword shrank back, and it was a sweep on Chang Wei's shoulder.

The strange thing is that Chang Wei's slender body did not fall down immediately, with the help of a pick, Chang Wei's body stretched to the extreme, kicked his legs back, and narrowly avoided the sword sweep, but the divine sword in his hand drew a dazzling sword curtain in the air.

The blue sky and white clouds are slanting west in winter, the cold wind is howling and thousands of people are silent, and Chang Wei in the competition field is like an eagle flying with wings, like a crossbow arrow shot in the air, flying down from the air. This sword is castrated like the wind, and the divine sword that is as bright as autumn water reflects the slightly warm light of the sunset, reflecting the blood-like color, emitting alternating hot and cold sword qi!

This piece of sword light flew obliquely, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow through the sun. It is not only like doing whatever you want or not, but also like practicing thousands of times to the extreme, although there is no trace of internal force on the divine sword, but it makes everyone born out of the sky to cover their bodies, and there is no way to avoid the unavoidable thought.

This sword is so wonderful that it is extremely beautiful, like an antelope hanging its horns without a trace, like an immortal descending to earth suddenly, like all things growing and disappearing!

In the face of this sword falling from the sky, Murong Yu's heart was broken, he had thousands of ways to deal with it in his heart, but none of them could resist it, this sword had already escaped from the category of magic and law, and entered the ranks of the Dao!

The realm of this sword has even surpassed the supreme realm, this kind of Dao sword is not something he can resist at all, and even he can't understand the changes and power contained in this sword!

It seems that without a trace of internal force and without any light skills, can a sword that comes from borrowing force reach such a realm? This is a sword that can only be issued by borrowing the land of heaven and earth, and what kind of realm can only be possessed by a master?!

Swish!

A sword crossed the air, crossed the space, and swept straight towards Murong Yusha's chest, Murong Yusha finally felt the cold edge on the divine sword, which was the breath of death.

On the line between life and death, Murong Yu's shattered sword danced wildly, trying his best to block this invincible sword, and the fluttering divine sword seemed to have no changes and movements, just a buzzing tremor, and it knocked away the purple electric sword that Murong Yu shattered with all his strength!

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