Hero Cultivation System

"Bah!"

After successfully inducing Liang Gong to turn his head and look away, Quanli scolded and took the lead.

The thin figure suddenly floated like the wind. When the audience's eyes were still focused on Liang Gong, he suddenly floated to the top of Liang Gong's head. The silver sword in his hand trembled, and golden sword flowers were scattered and flying, under the hood.

"Ah! The Emei swordsmanship's 'Huanhua flies away'!" Yuan Fang screamed in the audience.

No matter how surprised Yuan Fang was, the inexperienced Liang Gong was caught in a life-and-death situation without even using his sword. Many ideas flashed through his mind, but there was no way to escape safely.

Bet on it!

A steel marble suddenly appeared in his left hand, popping out in the direction he guessed without any thought. At the same time, the dragon-slaying knife was reversed and lifted up. The sound of breaking the wind was as fast as a roar. The sword light whirled and blocked the steel marble in all directions.

"Ding! Dang! Dang! Dang!" First there was a light sound, and then a series of golden and iron sounds!

"Hiss!" There was a burst of heat behind Liang Gong. Although he guessed Quanli's direction correctly and forced Quanli to pick flying marbles first, buying himself precious time, but just as he had expected, Quanli's direction failed. The sword made three cuts in his back in an instant.

"Oh! Old monster, you are so treacherous!" Liang Gong followed the direction of the sword and rolled continuously, rolling out of the range of Quanli's sword energy.

"Hehe! Boy, haven't you heard that a soldier never tires of deceit?" Although the blow he was almost 100% sure of was not fully effective, Quanli was not discouraged. After landing, he made a big spin, and the sword chased Liang Gong's figure like lightning. And go.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the evening sunlight reflected Liang Gong, who was sweating profusely and his face was blue. Quan Li, who was chasing, had a cold and cold face, as sharp and cruel as the sword in his hand, without any emotions or desires.

The tens of thousands of spectators below the stage were completely silent, and all they could hear was the rapid breathing of the air. Everyone was shocked by the fierceness and ferocity on the stage.

Drops of blood were splashing on the ring, the clashing of swords and the clanging of swords, and the shouts and shouts of stretched necks did not look like two people sparring at all, but rather they seemed like they had a hatred as deep as the ocean.

The foggy dragon-slaying sword light turned into semicircles, slashing horizontally and diagonally. "Qiang" forcefully knocked away Quanli's pursuing sword, and suddenly dodged to the side and swung seven swords with his backhand, killing them all.

"Hehehe! Junior, that's all you have. I really don't know what those people are worried about. They have to ask me to help."

His body retreated and then advanced, Quan Li thrust forward with a flick of his hand, the sword light was as bright as electricity, condensed into a crystal clear fan shape, clumps of sword flowers exploded like fireworks, as if they were swung out in an instant Thousands of swords were fired, and in the sound of tearing through the air, silk sword energy wrapped around Liang Gong like a spider web.

Zhong Shi, the man from Kongtong Palm in the audience, murmured to himself with a sullen face: "Kongtong Xuanmen swordsmanship 'Fire Tree and Silver Flower'."

The sword energy was flowing freely and in all directions. With all his strength, the sword energy reached every corner of the ring. Even the referees Jing Le and Liu Yunhan almost couldn't bear it and had to retreat to the edge of the ring. Movement resistance.

Everyone was so excited!

Most of the people present are from the Qi family, so they naturally understand that this is a symbol of the innate realm of borrowing and releasing true energy. Naturally, this Quanli is not an acquired peak, but a real innate master. However, Quanli's The sword energy can reach as far as five feet away. Even those with advanced innate abilities would not be able to do it. At least one would have to have a peak innate cultivation level to be able to do it. However, he was able to do it freely and without any hindrance.

In this way, there is no doubt that Quan Li is at least an innate master.

It is absolutely impossible for such a master to look like he is only in his twenties. He must have used special skills to hide his cultivation and then disguise himself to sneak into the rookie competition. But what is his purpose for doing this? ?Does he think he can escape the pursuit of so many people present?

The game is now going on, why do the two referees remain silent even though they clearly know that there is something wrong with Quan Li, and the Wu-Tang Clan does not step in to stop it?

"Okay! Got it!" The audience suddenly cheered loudly and clapped their hands.

It turned out that Liang Gong on the stage was faced with Quan Li's seemingly irresistible move. His body instantly melted into the air, and he shuttled between the sword shadows at a speed that could not be reached by the naked eye. The force is as fast as a bullet and points directly at the weak point of the sword energy.

"Haha! Not bad, not bad." Jian Ying suddenly stopped and gently used Liang Gong's finger strength, and Quanli praised him. He really couldn't compare to this kid's physical skills.

Quan Li leaped in the air, his silver swords connecting into dotted lines like a storm. The silver waves rolled and reflected the brilliance of the setting sun. Thousands of lights and shadows flashed on the ring, making Liang Gong and the two referees almost unable to open their eyes. Eye.

Nie Bo, a master of the Qinglong Society in the audience, exclaimed: "This is Kunlun's Fierce Sun Sword Technique."

Liang Gong, whose eyes were suddenly disturbed, couldn't avoid the light and shadow by moving around, so he simply closed his eyes and faced the enemy with only his mind and ears.

Seeing that the sword move was effective, Quanli snorted coldly, moved his left hand slightly, and the sword light in his right hand condensed into a crystal ball, and was sent to Liang Gong's chest silently.

Liang Gong suddenly felt that his right foot was suddenly tightened by some kind of filament, and was pulled hard. Fortunately, the marrow washing sutra pile method he practiced was much more stable than ordinary people, and it only shook slightly and was not torn down.

It turns out that this is the secret behind why Dao Ji and others suddenly slipped! Quan Li must have used some kind of colorless silk or fishing line to trap his opponent's ankles while they were jumping. If you pull it off, your opponent will certainly be in trouble.

The yellow light of the sword suddenly changed from sharp to slow, like water dripping into a lake, with circles of ripples spreading from the inside out.

Quan Li suddenly felt that the long sword in his hand entered a dense vortex, and the crystal ball suddenly broke and restored. The tip of the sword became heavier and heavier against the light of the sword, and it became increasingly difficult to move in and out as desired. Finally, he was forced to make a move with the tip of the sword. .

"Ding!" The tip of the sword, which was as thin as a sewing needle, was actually facing it!

Quan Li immediately felt that seven or eight strands of true energy penetrated the sword body, and then went straight up the blade, breaking through his protective body. The true energy penetrated into his arm, either fiercely or softly, straightly or horizontally, advancing or retreating. , although the zhenqi in his body was thick and thick, it blocked the first and second strands, but could not block the third and fourth strands. The zhenqi in his body suddenly became a mess, the meridians swelled to the point of bursting, and the internal organs felt like needles. A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

"You're cheating on me!" Quanli stepped back repeatedly.

"Hey! Brother Yinren, do you still want to discuss it with you first?" Liang Gong opened his eyes, and the knife rolled towards Quanli like a curling wave.

Everyone in the audience was originally praising the Kunlun School's Lieyang sword skills, but they didn't expect that Liang Gong's child-like circular sword skills could force Quan Li to fight him.

When Quanli spurted out a large mouthful of blood, some people even suspected that he was pretending to be a coward again to seize the opportunity to attack. However, those with sharp eyes immediately noticed his smooth and smooth young face. In the blink of an eye, his skin became wrinkled, his eyes drooped, and his hair quickly From black to gray, the old man's goosebumps and hairy hair completely changed his appearance.

"Ah! Look!"

The bad old man who was no longer completely rational staggered back to the edge of the ring, turned around and jumped down into the crowd of spectators. He turned left and right and quickly disappeared.

But Liang Gong on the stage watched very carefully, how could he just slip away like this? He flapped his arms like a roc and flew out ten meters diagonally, landing on the head of some unlucky guy. After catching up with the slippery old man Quan Li who had escaped from the crowd, the two of them rolled towards the gate of Yuxu Palace one after the other.

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