Jiang Lin's big killing move did not achieve the desired attack effect, but was skillfully avoided by Song Shuangqian, but instead gave him a heavy blow, directly knocking him to the ground, which can be described as a wolf bèi to the extreme, and extremely humiliating.

As a result, the Quyang Sect monks who were cheering and shouting were instantly silenced, and they couldn't say a word, how could the obviously powerful attack be ineffective? Jiang Lin, who had the advantage just now, was defeated in an instant, what was going on?

Unlike the monks of the Quyang Sect who were lonely and speechless, and their mood was annoyed, the thirty or forty disciples of the Flying Demon Mountain's Qi Condensation Period all cheered when they saw such a scene, and kept shouting Song Shuangqian's name, completely crazy, and even the high-level leaders of the Flying Demon Mountain were all smiling.

"Slut, you ...... Burst. ”

After being knocked to the ground, Jiang Lin turned over, then stood up, and was about to rush over again with an angry curse, but there was a pain in his chest, and he spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and almost fell to the ground again.

This time, Song Shuangqian no longer sarcastically ridiculed Jiang Lin, but her face became extremely ruthless, looking at Jiang Lin who was struggling to stand up again, and said coldly: "Boy, if it weren't for the fact that it was not easy to do it in front of so many elders, it was this girl's spirit sword that hit you in the back just now." ”

"Damn witch, you...... Burst. ”

Song Shuangqian's words made Jiang Lin even more angry, and he spurted out a mouthful of essence blood again, struggling not to fall, but his eyes were full of angry blood red.

Song Shuangqian's words were not wrong, if Song Shuangqian's attack just now was replaced by a spirit sword, then he might be dead on the spot now.

At this time, Jiang Lin was called a nest fire in his heart, that was called a shame, just now he was not careful to observe, and did not find the stand-in talisman that Song Shuangqian secretly urged, and thought that he had succeeded in the attack, but the result was diametrically opposite, he was attacked, and he was seriously injured, and even if he won the battle, it was hopeless, unless he fought to the death.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin couldn't care about anything else, and stretched out his palm to the storage bag, ready to take out the treasure to fight for life and death, but at this time, Jiang Dezhao's voice rang out: "Jiang Lin, retreat, this time our Quyang Sect has been defeated." ”

"Master, the disciple can still be in the ......"

Facing Jiang Lin, who still wanted to fight to the death, Jiang Dezhao snorted coldly again: "Stand down." ”

This time, Jiang Lin no longer dared to refute it, but looked at Song Shuangqian with a gloomy face coldly, and then retreated behind the high-level of the Quyang Sect with resentment.

When Jiang Lin came to everyone's side, Zhou Houshi didn't say anything, and Yun Hongyi patted Jiang Lin, who lowered his head and looked angry and annoyed, but didn't say anything in the end.

"Jiang Lin, temporary defeat is not to be filmed, the terrible thing is that your eyes are covered by the shadow of defeat, summarize this battle well, cultivation needs to be attentive. ”

Turning his head to Jiang Lin and admonishing him, Jiang Dezhao then stood up and said expressionlessly: "In the first game, the Flying Demon Mountain wins, and the second game is held below, Zhou Houshi of the Quyang Sect will face Zhao Xuan, the monk of the Flying Demon Mountain, start now." ”

Hearing Jiang Dezhao's words, Zhou Defang also stood up from the seat, looked at everyone, turned his head and patted Zhou Houshi's shoulder to encourage: "Houshi, that Zhao Xuan is not easy to deal with, you have to calm down, and at the last moment you will use the spell taught to your father, and this battle will be won." ”

"Don't worry, father. Zhou Houshi was obviously more sophisticated, and after listening to Zhou Defang's instructions, he nodded, and then strode forward.

Seeing Zhou Houshi starting to walk towards the arena in front of him, all the disciples of Quyang Sect present shouted, obviously they all had high hopes for Zhou Houshi, after all, this one, Quyang Sect can't lose again, and if it loses again, then the third game won't have to be compared.

At this time, except for Jiang Dezhao, who always had a smile on his face, the rest of the people in the Quyang Sect had a grim look on their faces, obviously they seemed to be more concerned about the outcome of this battle.

Yuan Dian also looked at Zhou Houshi who was walking towards the arena, at this time, Zhou Houshi's face was shy, his body was full of fighting energy, and the cultivation of the sixth-layer peak of condensation qi was released without reservation, thinking that he knew the criticality of this battle.

At the same time, Yuan Dian also saw that in the camp of the Flying Demon Mountain, Zhao Xuan was also listening to the teachings of the elders, but he was not in a hurry to fight, as if he was waiting for something.

At this time, Zhou Houshi had already come to the battlefield, offered with both hands, and then clasped his fists and shouted to everyone: "Zhou Houshi of Quyang Sect is here...... To...... Burst. ”

However, what is extremely surprising is that Zhou Houshi had just finished introducing his name, and before he could say anything, his face suddenly changed greatly, his throat moved up and down sharply several times, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and then he fell directly to the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

With such a sudden change, everyone didn't react for a while.

As a father, Zhou Defang was the first to react, and then his figure moved, and instantly appeared in front of Zhou Houping, picked him up, and shouted again and again: "Houping, Houping......"

"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Zhou, let me see, let me see. At this time, Hu Jishi and others also came to Zhou Houping to check on it, and there was chaos in front of the entire Quyang Palace.

After just a few dozen breaths, Hu Jishi put two pills into the mouth of the unconscious Zhou Houping, and then said to Zhou Defang: "Senior Brother Zhou, Houping's nephew is fine, but he can't participate in the fighting method within half a month." ”

After finishing speaking, Hu Jishi immediately came to Jiang Dezhao and made a report: "Boss, Houping's nephew was poisoned, the specific cause cannot be ascertained, but there is no danger to life, but you can't fight within half a month, and you must change people in this battle." ”

Jiang Dezhao hadn't answered yet, and after Zhou Defang, who had always been happy over there, hurriedly sent two disciples to carry Zhou Houping away, he was directly furious, looked around at the crowd in front of the entire hall, and then roared in the direction of the Flying Demon Mountain: "Who is it? Which Wang Balamb actually murdered my Ping'er with such a poisonous hand, who is it?

At this time, Zhou Defang's complexion turned red and purple, obviously angry to the extreme, although Hu Jishi said that Zhou Houping was fine, but he lost this opportunity to make meritorious contributions to the sect, and he was still alive and kicking one moment ago, and the next moment he directly vomited blood and fell to the ground, this qiē happened before his father, how did this not make Zhou Defang angry.

In fact, it was not only Zhou Defang, but also the other high-level leaders of the Quyang Sect, the four foundation building elders and Yu Tianshuo's head all stood up, looking coldly in the direction of the Flying Demon Mountain, as if waiting for the Flying Demon Mountain to respond, after all, if such a thing happened suddenly, anyone could imagine that the Flying Demon Mountain was the most suspicious.

But just when all the disciples of the Quyang Sect were excited, Jiang Dezhao stood up and shouted coldly at everyone: "Come back and sit down, Defang, you also come back and sit down." ”

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