Chapter 16 Double Jiao Douyan, Exchange Sword for Treasure

On the other side of the ring, Bai Zhenyi and Han Qinghui did not take action and have been watching the battle. Of course, the more they know about the competitors who may become the next round, the better.

After this side's battle, that side begins. Bai Zhenyi's lips opened gently: "Now it's our turn. Don't let everyone down." After saying that, an antique bronze glazed lamp floated in front of his chest. The lamp is eight o'clock, the size of soybeans, and seven o'clock is ringed outside. One point is alone, flashing and swaying. It is the best spiritual weapon of Langhuang Academy. This lamp takes the Yuan eight-view lamp on the Yuan eight-view lamp, although it can't be like the eight-view of the Yuan Dynasty. The lamp interprets the eight scenes and eight realms, but it is also not weak and powerful.

Han Qinghui smiled and said, "Your glass is unparalleled, but I'm not afraid." But when she put her hand into her sleeve and stroked it, she held out a phoenix feather and shook it in the wind. The phoenix feather turned into a lyre, which was her magic weapon, the phoenix tail piano. The body of this phoenix-tailed piano is like a precious jade, crystal clear, and the strings are like gold lines, colorful and brilliant, which is a rare good treasure.

The strings moved slightly two or three times, and the fairy sound fluttered. However, seeing Han Qinghui's delicate fingers move slightly, the floating fairy sound flowed out and flowed to Bai Zhenyi. The disease of speed aroused layers of sonotic explosions and soul-taking.

Bai Zhenyi was not afraid. Zhan Yan smiled softly. With one hand, a little flame flew out of the glazed cup and went away. This flame flew halfway, and suddenly turned into a wall of fire and burned the fairy music.

The flame broke the sonoid explosion and still rushed forward to cover Han Qinghui. Han Qinghui, the Phoenix phoenix tail piano soared into the air, directly facing the wall of fire, and instantly sucked the flame clean. The Phoenix phoenix tail piano is transformed by the Phoenix tail feather. The Phoenix is reborn in the fire and is not afraid of the flame.

Bai Zhenyi smiled and said, "I forgot the origin of your baby, but unfortunately, it is not a phoenix after all." After saying that, two ignition points flew out of the glazed cup and rotated, like a wind and fire wheel, sometimes up and down, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent.

Han Qinghui's fingers played continuously, and the sound of the piano was ethereal, with layers of sound waves. In the sound explosion of the film, seven strings suddenly flew out, facing the wind and fire wheel, and instantly shred it. Han Qinghui did not stop, and the string went straight away, like a sword, extremely sharp.

As the most outstanding young disciple of Langhuang Academy, Bai Zhenyi is by no means an idle person. The glazed cup on his chest instantly enlarged, hitting the string of the piano back in vain.

Bai Zhenyi smiled and said, "I have eight fires, but you only have seven strings. How can you resist it?"

But when she saw that she was dressed in white and without wind, her delicate body slowly rose to the air, chanting the nine-day ethereal formula, stepping on her feet, swaying posture, floating like a nine-day fairy, falling to the mortal world.

The disciples outside the court were surprised and admired them. They knew that they wanted to make a unique move, and they all waited for Han Qinghui to deal with it.

Han Qinghui is also a smart person. He knows that although the two have survived the fire disaster, he is afraid that he will be slightly inferior in terms of his magic power. He can't fight for a long time. With his own backhand, he needs to make a move to determine the universe and shoot him off the ring, which is a victory.

Han Qinghui made up his mind and now stretched out his hand. The sound of the piano was sonorous, and the seven strings moved in unison, all of which were shot at Bai Zhenyi in mid-air, soft and hard, strong and soft, straight and curved, like a dragon like a dragon, like a sword like a knife. The seven strings flew halfway, and suddenly turned into seven, and turned into seven or forty-nine colorful glows, horizontally and vertically, woven into a large net, covering Bai Zhenyi, which was the unique trick of the Phoenix Phoenix phoenix tail piano: Nihuang Luotian.

Bai Zhenyi secretly said that it was not good. Unexpectedly, the other party made a unique move so quickly. At present, he no longer hid his private life. With a delicate scolding, all the glazed eight fires came out, crisscrossed, and the time was round and time. Among them, there seemed to be eight scenes, like fog like electricity, real fantasy. Each scene seemed to have a unique hole in the sky, hidden Infinite mystery, facing the Nephoenix Luotian.

With a loud sound, every string is like a flame burning, as if it has been burned inch by inch, but it is like a broken wire. The eight fire scenes have never been able to cross the Phoenix Luotian and have to take an inch, and no matter how Bai Zhenyi secretly recites the magic formula, the eight fires have never been able to escape and return, as if they have been firmly glued to it.

Bai Zhenyi was shocked and suddenly saw Han Qinghui's beautiful hand clapping. The phoenix tail piano sounded without strings, and instantly shot out seven-tailed phoenix feathers and shot at Bai Zhenyi from all directions. Bai Zhenyi knew the moment of success or failure, and could not tolerate any tolerance. He brushed the nine-day fairy spirit, and immediately covered his whole body. No matter how fierce the seven-tailed phoenix feathers were, it could not be attacked.

Han Qinghui's delicate body turned and went to the air. In front of the bully, the jade suddenly surged up a trace of crimson, and a small mouthful of cherry sprayed blood on the phoenix feathers. The phoenix feather suddenly became more prosperous, and the tail actually ignited a burning flame. Unexpectedly, she forcibly pushed Bai Zhenyi away, went outside the ring, and pressed it down.

Bai Zhenyi Wanwan didn't expect that the other party would use such a means to forcibly squeeze himself out of the ring. At present, he refused to give up and run a glazed cup to resist the seven-tailed phoenix feathers with all his strength.

Han Qinghui saw that Bai Zhenyi was still three feet away from the ground, so she stopped and stopped falling. At this moment, her heart was fierce, and a mouthful of blood spewed out again, all of which fell on the seven-tailed phoenix feathers. The power of the seven-tailed phoenix feathers doubled again, and it was difficult to resist any more. Bai Zhenyi landed in an instant, but it was outside the ring.

Bai Zhenyi's face was pale and speechless for a moment. He reacted when he heard the referee announce his defeat: "Okay, good means!" After saying that, he took back the eight fires and turned back to the front.

Han Qinghui secretly said "sorry" and reluctantly took back the Phoenix Fengweiqin. Finally, he fainted on the ring, but was quickly carried away by his fellow disciples.

Above the main hall, Mrs. Tianjue, with a tight face, finally eased, while Song Qinghuang, the owner of Langhuang Academy, still smiled as usual and seemed to be indifferent.

Everyone on the stage sighed, discussed and questioned, but no one could change the result of the game.

There was basically no suspense in the next two games. Gu Chang of the Sun and Moon Palace was knocked out of the ring by Xu Jian of Xianjian Gate. Although Xu Jian won, he was also slightly injured. In another game, Taiyizong Ying Wangchen fought against Li Zhen of Confucian Garden. With his five-colored divine stone, Ying Wangchen reluctantly caught Li Zhen's Haoran blow and forced the latter out of the field and won the victory.

The top four emerged from this. Li Mingyang of Taiyizong fought against Xu Jian of Xianjianmen and Ying Wangchen against Han Qinghui of Hanshan Temple. The two young talents of Taiyizong finally have the possibility of meeting in the finals. However, three of the top four players were injured, and after negotiation, the next round of the game was postponed to tomorrow.

It is night, and the night is as quiet as water, but there are two people in the courtyard where Taiyizong settled. They look up to the sky and watch the stars. It is the two heroes of Taiyizong: Ying Wangchen and Li Mingyang.

"Mingyang, how is your injury?"

"Don't worry, it won't affect the next game. Don't forget what you promised me."

"In the final, I remember that Han Qinghui is fine, but his opponent, Xu Jian of Xianjianmen is not so easy to deal with."

"Don't worry, I will definitely defeat him, enter the finals, and then compete with you."

Ying Wangchen muttered, "What are you doing so seriously?"

Li Mingyang smiled and said, "You promised me, don't blame me. You guys have been relying on debts since you were a child. This time it won't work."

"How can it be so bad? Don't worry, I watched your game today, and I'm worried about being disabled by you. How dare not do your best."

Li Mingyang stared at Ying Wangchen and sighed for a long time, "I may not be able to surpass you in my life!"

"How do you say this?"

"The way to practice is the most important Taoism, but I am too persistent, but it's not good. I'm not as willing to let go as you, and my Taoism is transparent."

Ying Wangchen said, "You are underestimated. Now I feel creepy when I see you. I want to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?"

"If you win the championship, can you give me the flame golden mirror? I know a brother who treats me very well. He is pure in nature and doesn't like to kill. I want to send this flame golden mirror to him to defend himself. Of course, I won't treat you badly. When I traveled around the world, I got two swords, which are also top-quality spiritual weapons, so I will give them to you. ."

Ying Wangchen said and took out two swords, but saw that the aura was hidden, the light was shining, one was wide, the other was narrow, and the other was emitting hot waves, as if there was a real fire attached to it, and a cold breath hit people, but it was like the mysterious ice.

"How about it?" Ying Wangchen said, "As far as I know, there is a spirit of ice dragonfly and a spirit of fire in these two swords, which are rare supernatural things."

Li Mingyang held two swords, and was immediately possessed by a sword spirit. His body and sword were united, and his momentum was even more compelling: "Good sword, a rare good sword, in time, as long as it is warm and properly raised and turned into a dragon spirit, you can join the ranks of fairy weapons and make a deal!"

Li Mingyang received the two swords, "I'll go back to practice first, and I will be more confident to deal with Xu Jian tomorrow."

This night's sacrifice was well harvested. Two spiritual weapons and swords were turned into sword pills by him and hidden in his body, which was difficult for outsiders to detect. After the completion of the sacrifice, it was already dawn, and the game was about to begin. His teacher Tan Jizi was so anxious that he paced outside the door, but he never disturbed him, but Ying Wangchen went to Qianzhangping first.

When Li Mingyang rushed to Qianzhangping, Ying Wangchen and Han Qinghui had started a fight, and on the other ring stood a handsome young man with an ancient sword. He let the stage make noise, but he closed his eyes and refreshed himself. He was none other than Xu Jian, the most outstanding disciple of Xianjianmen.

Tan Jizi entered the main hall and apologized with other leaders. Li Mingyang also flew to the stage and said, "Mingyang forgot the hour for a moment. I hope Brother Xu will forgive me."

"It's not too late. It's just the right time. How is Brother Li's injury?"

"I have recovered and am worried about it."

"It's so good. Why don't we look at their winners first and then compare?"

"Haha, I like it very much."