Hero Cultivation System

A minute later, the smoke and dust in the competition arena gradually subsided, and the audience could already clearly see the two people in the competition arena, and the nearly a hundred pits and holes on the stone wall behind Jingxuan.om

"Who admits defeat?"

"have no idea."

It's no wonder that the onlookers were talking a lot. The two people in the audience were equally miserable now, and they couldn't look like they were so refreshed just a few minutes ago.

You must know that both of them are innate masters. It is easy to put the Qi outside the body to form a circle of protective Qi. They can't stand a little wind and rain. Therefore, even if they compete in the rain, their bodies and clothes are dry and dry.

The demeanor of a master is here, making the audience of the first class of acquired cultivators envious.

However, in just two minutes, both of them became complete drowned rats. Not only their hair and beards, but also their martial arts uniforms were soaked and stuck to their bodies. Regardless of their demeanor, they bent down and lowered their heads, holding their knees with their hands and gasping for air.

Completely lost his expert demeanor.

Jingkong's pale face was tinged with purple, and his bun was half loose. Everyone could still see the exposed veins on his neck. They didn't know whether it was sweat or rain rolling down his face. His hands hidden under his sleeves were shaking violently, but...his hands

His feet were still standing in the same place, not moving at all.

Tang Lutian was not much better, his face was pale, his palms were swollen to twice the size before the match, his body was shaky, he could hardly stand and was about to fall down, but... the sheath of his wide belt had already been

Empty.

"Who loses and wins in the end." Liu Taishan murmured to himself.

Liang Gong frowned, he couldn't decide.

It's not wrong to say that Jingxuan won. After all, he managed to withstand 108 darts without moving his feet, but strictly speaking, there is a big question as to whether the part where he used his physical skills to avoid it can be considered as a force.

However, there are doubts about Tang Lusheng's victory. After all, in the end, his hands were empty and he had no strength to fight anymore. Everyone could see that 108 darts was his limit, and a few more hands would definitely be useless...

"I lost." The two people in the field actually said it at the same time without any distinction, and at the same time they both raised their heads and looked at each other in shock.

"Brother Tang Shi has won." Jingxuan nodded.

"No, the Taoist Master has won. My escorts have been used, but the Taoist Master has not moved an inch." Tang Lutian was free and easy. After saying this, he was about to leave, but he stumbled and almost fell to the ground as soon as he started. Fortunately, the Tang Sect disciple next to him

He came over in time to help him, and then he managed to walk up the steps.

Watching him take one step at a time, the onlookers finally burst into loud cheers and shouts:

"good."

"Okay, well done, Elder Tang, Tangmen, okay."

"Okay, Taoist Master Jingxuan is also good."

The cheers almost knocked off the roof tiles.

The five elders of the assembly who walked out of the tent all breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Lutian's inadvertent idea and Jingxuan's carelessness of underestimating the enemy actually brought them such a surprise, and brought together the hearts that had been scattered due to the shady suspicions.

The five of them have been in the martial arts world for decades. Of course, they can see that the "Devil Crying Arrow" is basically an immature experimental product of the Tang Sect. Although this kind of thing can kill a thousand people and cause eight hundred damage to itself, it is powerful, but after using it,

He becomes a lamb at the mercy of others. In actual combat, it would be tragic if the opponent used his skill to dodge most of the spear darts and then counterattack.

Tang Zong was also very proud. This thing was just to rectify the name of the Tang Sect and prove that Tang Ming could face people head-on. It was of poor practicality unless his skill reached his level and could release more than two hundred darts, or three.

It can be used by more than 100 people in the form of a dart array, otherwise it will be of little use, and it is impossible for the Tang Sect disciples to give up their original hidden weapons because of this.

However, the appearance of "Devil Crying Arrow" really shocked everyone present. The Tang Sect showed its face in a big way, and Tang Lutian cleverly whitewashed the Tang Sect and advanced and retreated appropriately. It also added a lot of points to the Tang Sect. At least it should be possible to get out of the shady conspiracy. The rest of the problem is for Wudang to solve on its own.

Of course Jingxu also knew that Tang Sect's move immediately pushed Wudang Sect to the limelight, but Wudang still had to bear this loss, and he had to accept Tang Sect's affection. He was bleeding in his heart, but he still had to smile happily on the surface. , this Wudang leader is too miserable.

"In the first match, Wudang Sect Jingxuan wins."

"The second game, Liang Gong versus Nangong Ming of the Nangong family."

"Xiao Liang, remember what I said." Liu Taishan patted him on the shoulder to remind him.

Liang Gong nodded, he had accepted Liu Taishan's kindness, but things in the world cannot be measured only by interests or strength. Although everyone can seek good fortune and avoid disaster, they still have to do it when it's time, knowing that Nangong Ming must do it. There is a problem, but he chooses to escape because he is weak and may be in danger. This is not his style.

Amid the sincere cheers of the audience, the two stood on the fighting field.

Everyone present was almost divided into two groups. Some supported Liang Gong, but most people still supported Nangong Ming. After all, he had just exposed the conspiracy of the conference, and with his strength, he was evenly matched against Jingxuan. Liang Gong was too young.

"Please enlighten me." After Taoist Jingle announced the start, both of them had nothing to say. They neatly held each other's fists as a salute, and then each made a starting gesture.

As usual, Liang Gong dragged the sword on the ground with the tip of the sword facing left and forward, while Nangong Ming held the sword handle backwards and hid the sword body behind his back, standing as straight as a green pine, looking cool and unrestrained.

The noise from the onlookers gradually died down, until the whole place was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

At this time, Nangong Ming actually spoke: "Brother Liang, your youth is beyond my expectation. I think everyone should be happy to see that there is another rising star like you in the martial arts world."

People were praising him so much that Liang Gong certainly couldn't be rude: "I just have better luck there."

"I can't say that, but I do have a question to ask you on behalf of everyone." Nangong Ming's handsome smile seemed to hide some inexplicable meaning.

Although Liang Gong thought he was quite weird and did not follow the rules, but on the surface Nangong Ming was still considered a senior, so he still said respectfully: "Senior, please tell me."

Nangong Ming looked at him evilly and said word by word: "What did you do in Nanyan Palace last night?"

Liang Gong was shocked when he heard the words, and his mind suddenly lost control. At this moment, Nangong Ming's figure suddenly rose up, golden light shot out, and there were twenty-nine swords in his pocket that fell from twenty-nine different angles. The sword energy hissed. Hissing like a roar, the cut made Liang Gong's face hurt.

I wiped, Liang Gong was suddenly attacked. When he woke up, the opponent's golden sword was already close to him. He had no choice but to use the Yinli sword to slash Yuan Gu. All Nangong Ming's sword moves were included in the sword's movement. At the same time, the figure turned into nothing. The shadow moved in small circles. Because his movements were too small and too fast, everyone saw only an afterimage. From a distance, it looked like he had been pierced by Nangong Ming's golden sword.

"Ah! Despicable, rubbish." When everyone present saw Nangong Ming's sword attack and Liang Gong being put in danger, they were all shocked and yelled.

"Liang Gong." Tang Qin, who was on the platform, screamed sadly and stepped on the stone railing to jump down.

"Wait a minute." Liu Taishan didn't care about etiquette and took her hand to stop her: "Xiao Liang is not that easy to suffer. Let's take a look first."

It has to be said that Liu Taishan's inference was correct. Although Liang Gong was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, he relied on his body skills that were much faster than Nangong Ming's to move back and forth in the gloomy and cold sword light, barely able to make a move in the blink of an eye. I dodged his move, but my martial arts uniform had been cut three times, almost drawing blood.

Nangong Ming still used the obscene swordsmanship that he was good at, and immediately retreated after a single blow failed.

However, Liang Gong, who had walked in front of the gate of hell for a while, did not let him go so easily. He shouted angrily and jumped three meters into the air. His clothes were fluttering and a human knife was inserted into it, and it was reflected down like an angry arrow.

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