"Ha Luha, this kid Long Yi seems to have become more powerful, and with just one move, he defeated Yun Feiyang. "At this time, seeing the first battle, the disciples in the sect won easily, and Jian Eleven couldn't be happier.

In the first two big competitions, he Tianjian Sect suffered heavy losses, and like this kind of competition, they all had a gambling nature, and this time there was an agreement before the start of each big competition.

The sect that wins the last will get five high-grade magic weapons from the last one, and the second place is a joke, not out but not earned.

"Hmph, isn't this kid Sword Brother Long Yi too arrogant, what are these obscene methods, only the disciples of the Feiling Sect can take them out, do you look down on me Feilingmen?" Lu Jingyun's face was cold, his brows furrowed, and he said coldly.

This is still much better, when he heard Long Yi say this, he was blowing his beard and glaring, if it wasn't for his identity, he would have taught him a lesson, Long Yi.

"Ha Luha, Brother Lu laughed, he is just an open-mouthed disciple, if you have any offense, please forgive me, but seriously, Yun Feiyang, this kid has embarrassed your Feilingmen. Jian Eleven Ha Lu said with a smile, ostensibly apologizing, but what he said later meant some ridicule.

"You!" Lu Jingyun was directly angry, his chest was undulating, and his current anger was extreme, but he was holding back, and it was not good to attack.

At this time, a disciple of the Yunyang Sect had already flown up, and it was also Zhang Ke, the eldest disciple of the Yunyang Sect.

Zhang Ke is a disciple of the peak of the ninth layer of Qi training, while Long Yi is the peak of the eighth layer of Qi training, but the power of sword cultivation is strong, and he can often challenge beyond the level, so it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose in this battle.

"In Xia Yunyang Sect Zhang Ke, I don't know if Brother Tai needs to be restored. Zhang Ke said politely.

And that dragon was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile of excitement, "Ha Luha, I have long heard that Zhang Ke of Yunyang Sect is extraordinary, and he has always wanted to challenge but has no chance, so let's fight hard this time!"

After Long Yi finished speaking, his fighting spirit soared to the peak.

Within the three-door competition, everyone can fight two games in a row, unless the attrition is serious, or the opponent refuses, otherwise they can fight again. And listening to Long Yi's words, it is obvious that he has to fight again.

At this time, Long Yi is dancing again, the Tai Chi Yin and Yang pattern is constantly rotating, the swordsmanship has been turned, the transformation of advance and retreat is clear and real, light and steady, when advancing, the heel hits the ground first, when retreating, the forefoot touches the ground first, and the center of gravity moves smoothly, evenly and clearly.

One phantom shadow after another drifted in the air, and the sword momentum continued to condense, at this time the sky saw that there was no real person, it was completely illusory, and it quickly dissipated, but the sword shadow was with a thumping sound, which was the sound produced by quickly crossing the air.

As a result of his gaze, Zhang Ke's face became more and more solemn, and sword cultivation was very difficult, which had to make him solemnly opposite.

What Sword Cultivation focuses on is the word speed, as long as the speed is reached, then it will be the first to win.

Zhang Ke's eyes were tightly closed, and in the exclamations of everyone, he was unmoved, standing there and blowing one breath after another, but he was still the same. However, his consciousness was quickly dissipating, constantly capturing the afterimage.

"Ah, what is Senior Brother Zhang doing? Why don't you do it?" A disciple of the Yunyang Sect outside the arena widened his eyes, looking at the senior brother he usually respected motionless, and said with some anxiety in his heart.

"Does he want to admit defeat? He won't be in danger!" At this time, Yan Yuliu's eyebrows were furrowed, his expression was also a little flustered, and his eyes were flooded with ripples.

"Ha Luha, Senior Brother Long Yi is so powerful, let the big disciple of the Yunyang Sect remain motionless and dare not fight back. Inside the Heavenly Sword Gate, a rather obscene-looking monk looked at Zhang Ke on the field with disdain and suddenly mocked.

"What do you say, you can't find death. A disciple of the Yunyang Sect couldn't hear it anymore and asked angrily.

"Hmph, I'll just say it, you bite me!" The more obscene Heavenly Sword Sect monk saw that the other party was only the sixth layer of qi training, and what was there to be afraid of when he practiced qi at the seventh layer, and immediately replied disdainfully.

"! Feeling ridiculed, the disciples of the Yunyang Sect suddenly felt their faces hot, and they were ready to make a move with a loud shout.

And the disciples around looked at the audience and looked at the two of them gloatingly.

"That's enough, the senior brother will teach him a lesson, but he is a frog at the bottom of the well, and he doesn't need to be like him. A voice like a silver bell suddenly came, just with a hint of coldness.

On the stage, Zhang Ke's face moved at this time, the corners of his mouth slowly arced, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Brush!"

The two sword lights were divided into two streams, one black and the other white, which instantly blocked Zhang Ke in the middle.

Seeing this scene, the people on the scene were nervous, because they saw an incredible phenomenon, Zhang Ke didn't care about it, let it come, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

"Bang!"

Two sword lights instantly pierced Zhang Ke, seeing this bloody scene, everyone couldn't help but grow their mouths, but at that moment, when he flew backwards upside down, Zhang Ke's hand moved, as if something was thrown, but everyone didn't find it.

"It's over, this senior brother of the Yunyang Sect actually died like this, he is incredible, he didn't hide. One of the disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect gloated, with pity in his mouth.

"There is no one in the Yunyang Sect, as soon as the elder dies, plus the eldest disciple also dies, it seems that the Yunyang Sect is about to decline. A disciple on one side chimed in.

"Hey, no, Senior Brother Zhang has nothing to do, he doesn't have anything to do at all. Just when everyone was making a noise, Zhang Ke actually stood up slowly, looking like he was still injured.

"No, look at what happened, how Long Yi fell to the ground. At this time, another voice sounded, and everyone's eyes quickly shifted.

I saw that the dragon's face was hideous at this time, and the flying sword was also by his side, but he was supported by a golden rope.

"Ha Luha, Brother Yan is really generous, he actually passed on the spirit binding rope to Zhang Ke, and I think the reason why Zhang Ke was okay just now was that he was wearing a defensive magic weapon! Seeing that one of his disciples had lost, Jian Shiyi's face was also a little unbearable, and he said lightly.

And that Yan Li just smiled and acquiesced to this.

"Okay Zhang Ke, you've won, put away the spirit rope!" the referee's voice came out.

Zhang Ke smiled lightly, and made a handprint, and the spirit binding rope flew into his hand, "I didn't know that senior brother came to challenge." Zhang Ke said to the audience.