"Dao Wuxiang actually lost?"

"Incredible!"

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At the beginning, although Tang Fengyue became one of the four card holders, because he did not show crushing strength in the subsequent games, everyone did not rank him in the top rank.

After all, in many cases, the relationship between becoming a card holder and one's own strength is not necessarily proportional. When you become a poker player, the first thing you think about is talent and future.

No one will doubt Tang Fengyue's talent. At the age of fifteen, he was just learning martial arts, and now in the past two and a half years, he is already a rare master of the younger generation in the rivers and lakes, and this kind of talent is at least at the top level.

But everyone never expected that Tang Fengyue would even defeat the second-level Dao Wuxiang. Doesn't this mean that his strength must be at least at the same level as the Holy Son of the Demon Gate.

"Funny, really funny. originally thought that Tang Fengyue was much behind Zhao Wouji, but now it seems that the two may still have a fight. ”

Someone laughed.

"Hmph! This kid is really not simple, but with him, he will never be the opponent of the young owner. ”

The Spirit Sword Attendant and the Iron Sword Attendant glanced at each other and said coldly.

"The strength of the little boy has not been fully exerted. ”

This time, on behalf of Sanssouci Valley, it was Venerable Xuantong and Venerable Mingxing, Venerable Xuantong said with a smile.

Venerable Xuantong witnessed Tang Fengyue's battle in the Lou family with his own eyes, and he knew Tang Fengyue quite well.

Of course, Zao Wou-Ki's possession of the sword art was still much more than he expected. Although he was a little worried, he believed that even if Tang Fengyue lost, at least his life would not be in danger.

Venerable Mingxu rarely showed a smile and said, "Although the strength of the little prince is not as good as that of the eldest son and the second son, it is also very good. ”

With the end of the forty-first round, the day also entered the evening. Although everyone was reluctant, they had no choice but to suppress their desire to watch the battle first and leave it for tomorrow.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and in the blink of an eye, the night passes and the day arrives.

The forty-second round begins.

Among the first pair of people who went to war, there was a cold soul with endless means. Since the completion of the Demon Dafa, Duan Wuya's strength has improved greatly, but it is a pity that he has failed one after another before, resulting in a hopeless top ten.

This kind of unhappiness and grievance have all turned into the monstrous anger in Duan Wuyan's heart. Unable to vent his anger, he had to use his opponent as a punching bag.

And with his current strength, it can be said that whoever runs into him is basically unlucky.

This time his opponent was the first day of the Wudang faction, Xiaoling Zhenren.

"Qiankun Seven Intercepted Swords!"

Xiaoling Zhenren is not a mediocre talent, to be precise, his talent is definitely second to none in ordinary times. It's a pity that now that it is a prosperous era of martial arts, he can only be ranked in the second-rate grade.

"What seven swords, nine swords are useless. Get the hell out of here!"

The demon figure behind him opened his mouth, and in the middle of the yin wind, Duan Wuya waved his hand, and the demon's claws shot out. Xiao Ling Zhenren's sword qi was shattered as soon as it was released, and even he was sent out with himself.

One move, second defeat.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped.

As for the elders of the Wudang Sect, their faces became more and more ugly one by one.

"Senior Brother Xiaoling, will you lose like this?"

The disciples of the Wudang Sect opened their mouths, unable to believe all this.

No matter what Xiao Ling Zhenren says, at least he is also the existence of the top twenty on this year's Qingyun List, but in Duan Wuya's hands, he can't even catch a move.

Feeling everyone's expressions, Duan Wuya sneered again and again, standing in the ring and looking down at everyone below. It seems like to want to tell everyone in this way that he is no worse than the top 10 players.

In the subsequent game, the seven sons of Wuwu, Wang Zhanqing, Jian Li, Gu Hongxiu, Xiao Ke, Ji Xuanhua, Luo Wanxiang, Gui Ling'er, Lin Fengying, Han Qianye, Lin Zifeng, etc. all appeared one by one.

By now, everyone no longer cares whether the game is exciting or not, and whoever plays will applaud. Because the Qingyun Competition is one less than one game, the final climax has slowly come.

In the tenth match of the forty-second round, the first heavyweight matchup of this round began.

Zao Wou-Ki to Begonia cypress.

Many people know that Zao Wou-Ki and Qiu Tangbai are the two best relations among the four princes. Therefore, this game is simply an exhibition match, both sides showed their strengths, and finally fought hundreds of moves, ending with Qiu Tangbai admitting defeat.

Everyone laughed at this result.

Round 42, Match 12.

Ouyang Jiu was invincible to Sima.

Ouyang Jiu didn't say much, one of the three sword flowers, the talent of kendo can be called a must. And Sima Invincible is also a strange person, no matter what happens, he always has a lazy smile on his face.

"You have lost to Yiwoxing and the Holy Son of the Demon Gate in a row, and you don't seem to care at all. ”

Ouyang Jiu looked at Sima Invincible strangely.

Sima Wushu smiled: "But after losing two games, what is there to care about." ”

Ouyang Jiu pursed her lips, in the same situation, if she were her, I am afraid that she would be very sad in her heart. Unconsciously, she admired the young man's temperament.

In fact, it was not only her, even Tang Fengyue admired Sima Invincible. It's not that the other party's mentality of not lingering on victory or defeat makes him admire, but the other party's attitude towards life makes him admire.

A person's attitude can be seen from martial arts.

Sima Invincible's sword path is different from everyone else. His every move and style is full of sunshine, warmth, and expectation and love for the infinite beauty of life.

In Tang Fengyue's opinion, such a person may not be good at first, but in the future, it is easier to stand out. Because he doesn't drill the horns, he has a broader mind to tolerate everything in his destiny.

There was a fierce fight in the ring.

Ouyang Jiu's tricks are frequent, and her comprehension is not weaker than Xin Chaiyue. Xin Chasing the Moon realized the strongest style of the moon-chasing swordsmanship, and the moon fell on the earth. Ouyang Jiu was not to be left behind, and also realized the strongest style of spring water swordsmanship, and the spring water was endless.

An emerald green water wave vortex appeared, and the vortex rotated extremely fast, as if it wanted to absorb everything around it, including Sima Invincible's sword qi.

"Open the sky in one go!"

Sima Invincible didn't think about it, the long sword flashed, and countless sword rains rushed out, washing the ring, rejuvenating, and covering the emerald green vortex.

Bang bang bang!

The explosions continued continuously, and the two sides retreated separately, and fought again.

Ouyang Jiu had a perfect combination of human swords, but Sima Invincible was older and his skills were more profound, and the two sides fought for more than 800 moves, and finally Sima Invincible narrowly won with half a move.

"Humph!"

Ouyang Jiu glanced at Sima Invincible, turned around and stepped down. Sima Wushu picked up the short sword and smiled.

Round 42, Match 15.

The Holy Son of the Demon Gate faced Gu Xiao.

"Dominate the world!"

"Heavenly Demon Great Mudra!"

The two have the same flamboyant personalities and are equally domineering, and no one can tolerate anyone. Therefore, at the beginning, they each came up with the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box.

In the ring, a domineering fist shadow and a thick black palm print collided violently in mid-air, bursting out with earth-shattering power.

For a while, the surging fist power was mixed with scattered black mangs, and the ring was completely submerged. One can only guess the fierce confrontation in the ring by the constant roaring noise.

The black fog dissipated, and the Holy Son of the Demon Gate gradually gained the upper hand.

"I don't believe it!"

Gu Xiao tried his best and threw a punch.

The Holy Son of the Demon Gate smiled, and actually disregarded the strength of his fist, and simultaneously used the Heavenly Demon Hand attack with both hands.

Bang bang!

Wounds for injuries, the two of them each vomited blood and flew back.

But the Demon Gate Holy Son retreated less than ten steps, immediately stopped the decline and killed towards Gu Xiao. He had already cultivated the Heavenly Demon Body Refining Dafa to the greatest level, and his physical strength and resistance were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Boom!

The two Heavenly Demon Hands fused into one, turning into a giant hand that covered the sky and slapped forward. Gu Xiao was caught off guard, and forced a breath of true qi to throw a punch. The next moment, his whole body flew upside down again, and even the minced meat spat out.

"Come again!"

The Holy Son of the Demon Gate laughed, fierce and abnormal. In contrast, Gu Xiao was injured one after another and struggled.

The attack power of the two is about the same, and Gu Xiao is slightly better. But the defense is far worse. In the same situation, the Holy Son of the Demon Gate has more lasting power.

In the three hundred and fifteenth move, the Heavenly Demon Great Handprint, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, was shot again. This time, the handprints were dozens of feet, and they were slapped on the ring, completely covering the ring in black fog.

"I'm invincible!"

Suddenly, a terrifying golden fist shot up into the sky, shaking away the black fog around it. In the center of the golden fist, Gu Xiao's hair was scattered, his clothes were stained with blood, but his face was laughing wildly.

It turned out that under heavy pressure, he actually broke through his own limits at this time and pushed the realm of hegemony to Dacheng.

"Demon Gate Holy Son, you take my punch. ”

Gu Xiao took a step forward and smashed his right fist straight out.

It was obviously the same punch, but at this moment, it was several times more threatening to bring the Holy Son of the Demon Gate. In his eyes, this punch filled the heavens and the earth, crowding the sight, as if there was only this punch left in the heavens and the earth.

"Poof!"

A large piece of his chest was concave, and a fist mark was reflected, and the Holy Son of the Demon Gate was knocked out like a rag bag, and finally rolled weakly on the ground.

"You want to beat me like that, no way. ”

The Holy Son of the Demon Gate was also a ruthless man, and he couldn't stop coughing up blood in his mouth, but he stubbornly stood up with a breath.

Gu Xiao stood in place, still maintaining the posture of waving his fist.

The white-robed middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

It turned out that Gu Xiao had been injured one after another before, but he refused to admit defeat, and although he later comprehended Dacheng's hegemony, he was too seriously injured after all, causing the whole person to fall into a coma.

In the end, this one was decided to win the Demon Gate Holy Son.

"No, I don't accept this outcome. ”

The Holy Son of the Demon Gate unexpectedly questioned.

The white-robed middle-aged man said: "Gu Xiao has lost the strength to fight, it is indeed you who won, this is the most just judgment." ”

While speaking, the two referees came on the court, took Gu Xiao off the stage, not only fed him a vermilion pill, but also pushed him to the palace to heal his injuries.

These referees are all from Tianhuang Mountain, and for a genius like Gu Xiao, they naturally have to ensure that they try their best to heal him, so as to evaluate the fairest list of Qingyun List.

Round 42, Match 18.

Tang Fengyue appeared again, and his opponent was Xin Chaiyue.

"Brother Tang, I'm not your opponent, but please take my sword. ”

Brush!

Xin Chasing the Moon long sword swung out, and under this sword, a stream of light rushed out of the sky, and finally turned into countless rays of light and shot towards Tang Fengyue.

The strongest style of chasing the moon swordsmanship, the moon falls on the earth. However, Tang Fengyue could see that this move was much more mature and powerful than when he first comprehended it.

Increasing his skill to seventy percent, Tang Fengyue stabbed with a spear, and the dragon-shaped flash came out.

Snort!

The white light flashed, and the moonlight sword qi was self-defeating.

Xin Chaiyue took a deep look at Tang Fengyue and turned to step down.

Match 20 of the 42nd round.

Li Buyi to Zhou Dairu. Facing the dragon and flying phoenix who blessed the realm of the unity of man and sword, Li Buyi finally performed the second move of the four major loose hands, and there was no life or death.

In the end, Li Buyi won.