Chapter 57 Royal Sword

The fight between the two sides is different from that of the two women. One is as strong as a mountain, and the other is soft and strong, both of which are endless, dangerous moves, born out of nothing, and launch a fierce attack. Everyone under the stage had forgotten to applaud for a long time, and they were fascinated by one. Han Feng unconsciously learned a lot of experience when he saw it. When masters fight with each other, the victory or defeat is often between a millimeter. This has something to do with the experience of both sides against the enemy.

"Wow."

The fierce tiger fought vigorously, and made a tiger-like roar in his mouth. A tiger pounced, and the shadow of a stick like a mountain suddenly convered into one, and with the fierce wind sounded the momentum of splitting Huashan Mountain. Yan Wu turned around and retreated quickly. As his footsteps moved, Qinggang Sword waved his hand and cut it along the black iron bar of Li Hu, and the target was his index finger. He had to go back to save himself. Unexpectedly, Li Hu's hands were suddenly sent. The huge figure of the black iron bar remained unchanged and still hit Yan Wu. At this moment, he had loosened the stick in his hand, clenched his fists, and the big black fist had hit the other party as his chest. One move and two moves make people unpreventable.

Yan Wu's reaction was alert. When he saw something bad, he suddenly retreated. The Qinggang sword in his hand drew several circles in the air, gradually eliminating the momentum of the iron bar. When everyone saw Yan Wu's injured body retreating rapidly, it was like holding a sword as the center, carrying a huge black iron bar and rotating at high speed to control the weight, which was extremely wonderful. Involuntarily applauded.

"Gun back my stick."

With a fierce roar in the air, the iron bar suddenly rushed out of the power range without injury and flew towards Li Hu like a bird. In a blink of an eye, it reached Li Hu's hand. People are extremely strange. People with high skills can see clearly. It turns out that Li Hu's hand and the head of the black iron bar are wrapped in a thin silk thread. Li Hu controls the black iron bar with the silk thread in his hand, so that the black iron bar becomes both a weapon and a huge hidden weapon. I just don't know what kind of silk thread is made of.

The two attacked each other in a fruitless manner and fell into a stalemate for a while. From the demeanor of both sides, it can be seen that they have consumed a lot of power. But this stalemate did not last long. A tiger roared from the tiger's mouth, and he attacked again.

"It's over!"

With the roar that resounded through the air, the black iron bar in Li Hu's hand suddenly flew up, and the iron bar with a huge whine, spinning like a wheel, directly hitting the face standing without injury. Li Hu entered Yuanli into the nameless silk thread in his hand and used it to control the black iron bar flying in the air, which actually achieved the effect of royal flying. People have to have a new understanding of the black iron man's mind.

The unharmed face is like the Cangshan Mountain in late autumn, which becomes extremely cold and solemn, with a wisp of madness surging in the depths of his eyes. He has erected his sword half a foot of the bridge of his nose, with two fingers standing on the blade of his left hand, and his dark eyes have been slowly closed. The atmosphere in the air suddenly became speechless and tense. At this time, the people in Qingchengshan had changed their faces, but they didn't expect that Yan Wusang used his efforts to press the bottom of the box.

A rumor-like revelation came from the unharmed mouth. With a buzz. The vision in the air was steep, and the Qinggang sword was shining, and the whole sword body trembled, just like a green snake that was about to fly away.

"Dut."

With a loud shout, he burst out of Yan Wu's wound. The two upright fingers of his right hand suddenly pointed forward, and the direction was the tiger. Wheops." The green snake rose from the unharmed hand and immediately made a loud voice in the air.

"Cut."

With the fierce shouting, the blue light flashed in the air, and the green snake split the fierce tiger in the air.

The crowd has lost its sound, and people are staring at this vision in the air. The faces of the owners of several major martial arts institutes have changed color, and different colors appear in their eyes. The special envoy of the emperor also stopped the action of eating melon seeds and did not notice that a melon seed in his hand had been crushed, and the oil stain was stained on the black clothes.

The pressure felt by Li Hu is beyond the reach of others. His black face has lost its luster and become dry. But at this moment, he has no way out, and the green snake has nailed all his way out.

"The magic stick opens the sky."

With the roar of Li Hu, the black iron bar in the air rotated thousands of light wheels and hit the green snake head-on.

"Thorn... poo!"

The strange harsh sound sounded in this world, and everyone found in horror that the thick black iron bar was divided into two parts in the air like paper and flew out uncontrollably.

But the green snake's offensive did not stop. It flashed with demonic brilliance and came to the fierce tiger in the air. No one will doubt that once it is hit, the black tiger will turn into two like his black iron bar.

The blue light flashed, which made people have no time to think. However, Li Hu came from the Shenlong Martial Arts Academy and was not an easy person. He tried his best to turn around and avoid the key parts. The cyan Guanghua retreated with a blood and red blow. When I looked at it again, it had returned to Yan Wu's hands.

People have forgotten to shout, and the scene fell into a dead silence for a moment.

"Puntong, Puntong."

Two noises came from the high platform, and people found that the two enemies had fallen on the ground of the bluestone. Li Hu's black skin was full of bean-sized sweat, and the muscles on his face had been twisted and deformed because of pain. His left hand had left his body and fell to the ground three feet away. He still gritted his teeth and insisted, not letting himself moan in pain. He is indeed a good man.

Yan Wu's face did not have the joy of the winner. At this moment, his face became like the withered grass in a distant mountain because of the loss of blood. A pair of eyes closed tightly and sat on the ground to adjust their luck. Qinggang Sword leaned obliquely in front of him, with a rotating drop of blood on the sword.

"Fighting with a sword."

Someone shouted, and the scene was loud. People did not expect that the myths that can only be heard in legends could be seen with their own eyes. The man in white a few miles away was slightly moved at this moment and muttered, "It seems that this trip is not in vain. I just don't know how many posters I want to do?" The sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds covered the whole sky.

Murong Ruxue was sighing. She knew that Yan Wujue could no longer carry out the following battle. He just peeked at the doorway of the sword for the first time, but he didn't expect to use the sword this time. I'm afraid his own injury will not be less than the fierce tiger with a broken arm. But he won.

"Yes, I won."

She whispered in her heart and looked up to take a deep breath of the wet cool breeze of Lion Mountain. Looking at the figure sitting on the ground, there was a slight fluctuation in his eyes. She knows why this paranoid man is so desperate. He seems to want to prove something to others...

At this time, someone came up and helped the two people back. In the competition between Baiyun and Xiling, there was also news that Baiyun Martial Arts Academy, which usually did not show its strength, had won the victory. The vulgar disciple of Baiyun Martial Arts Academy unexpectedly defeated Duan Muyang, a general sent by Xiling Martial Arts Academy. This Duan Muyang is the nephew of Duan Mudui and a talented figure he strives to cultivate. The strength is not under the unparalleled city lord, but I didn't expect to lose. People have been talking about whether Baiyunwuyuan uses a method of superior horses against lower horses... Master Baiyun still looks light, but people feel that there is some sinister smell in the sound of "Amitabha Buddha".

The sky, the gloomy, rolling thunder began to sound faintly, and there was a bloody smell in the humid air. The cool wind blew, and people's hair danced with the wind, looking a little comfortable. However, everyone's heart began to feel anxious.

There has been a lot of surprises in this battle of martial arts, but what's more surprising is that the gentle and bright woman actually leveled the second master of the Shenlong Martial Arts Academy - Tengyi. Therefore, the game was dragged to the second stage. The date is set for tomorrow - September 10th. Over there, Baiyun Martial Arts Academy finally stopped moving forward and lost. Master Baiyun's entrance disciple was defeated by one move. Baiyun Martial Arts Academy withdrew from the competition. However, although they were defeated, he was defeated by the prince Nangong. Baiyun Wuyuan forced Xiling Wuyuan to change its original plan, and Nangong played twice. According to the regulations, a player can compete twice. But no martial arts academy has used this rule for decades. Because that also proves the withering of the talents of this martial arts academy. However, at this moment, Dumuchui has no regard for any face, and they have used the rules that have been almost forgotten for decades.

Last night's rain finally did not fall. Therefore, people's mood is always like the black leady sky, which is heavy and breathless. When the fog was still very thick, the huge platform of Lion Mountain was already full of people. People are waiting for a big moment against dewdrops and morning frost. The battle between the four martial arts institutes in the world is finally going to be clear.

The four martial arts institutes are listed in their respective positions, and the murderous wind surrounds the bodies in blue or white. The owners of the four courtyards sat on the huge chairs of four ebony wood, covering the solemnity of their hearts in their plain expressions.

The Holy Emperor's envoy was still sitting in his special seat, with a handful of melon seeds carelessly. It's just that the old **-like wrinkles look deeper.

......

The iron-hearted Taoist priest, an iron face shines without changing black. With light footsteps, he has stood spotlessly in the center of the high platform.

"The game continues."

The four simple words announce the continuation of a major martial arts competition that determines the status of the four martial arts institutes in the future.

Xiling Martial Arts Academy won yesterday's competition, so today is empty, but people can't see any relaxation from their faces. In contrast, Master Baiyun sat on the wide black sandalwood chair, with light clouds and light wind. The three apprentices also stood quietly behind him and could not see any sadness.

At this time, the three players of the Shenlong Martial Arts Academy had already stood in the center of the high platform. The strange thing is that the opposite Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy is empty. Han Feng was also a little anxious. He didn't know what had happened to Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. He began to regret a little. It's better to return to the team at the beginning. At this time, it's a little inappropriate to recognize each other again. Alas, let's wait until the game is over.

Li Hu in the Shenlong Martial Arts Academy has been replaced by a tall young man with a pale yellow face. Dongfang is still so dazzling in the cool breeze. Seeing that the people of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy never showed up, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Did the people of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy admit defeat? ......”

"There is no one in Qingcheng who admits defeat."

With a shout, the two women have floated to the center of the high platform.

"Ge, are there only two people in Qingcheng to fight to follow the legacy of Xiling yesterday?" The careful wits of the East were like beads, and the crowd laughed. The end of the ebony chair is as deep as water, as if you didn't hear it...