Legend of the Cultivation God

The first thousand and thirty-seven chapters of the Wulin Conference (12)

Seeing Li Feng’s dagger punctured to his chest, Yuan’s monk’s heart was as gray as he was, knowing that if he didn’t pull out the stick at this time, he couldn’t resist it, but Li Feng’s right hand still had a long gun and a long gun’s gunpoint. He was also framed by himself. If he pulled out the stick, he was still stabbed by the gun.

Thus, the Yuan Wushang was a cross-hearted, one hand holding a wooden stick, one hand pumped out, and the body went forward, greeted Li Feng's coming, and grabbed Li Feng's dagger empty-handed.

Li Feng was so fast that he didn’t think that the air was so ruthless. It was a glimpse. When he hesitated, the empty hand grabbed the dagger. Immediately, the sharp blade cut the empty palm. Blood dripping down the dagger!

"Ah!" Although the monks of Dalin Temple are calm, they are all exclaimed at this time. It is also a long-lived host who is watching in the distance. "Amitabha, more mourning, it is not appropriate!"

"Haha, you old monk, this brave monk is so **** for the face of your Dalin Temple, how do you comment like this? The king of heaven likes it, if you don't want it, send it to us to teach!" Jialou Luohaha laughing out loud.

"How is the face of Dalin Temple? It is not the sword that can be decided in this field. Even if it is lost, how can it be?" Long grows and shakes his head.

Next to the face of Zhang Sanmeng, there is nothing but a low-ranking disciple of Dalin Temple. There are such solid martial arts disciples. In a short time, they can tie up with the outstanding disciples they have chosen! This is what he did not think of before.

At this moment, a voice shouted: "The time is up, the Zhengdao League Li Feng, Dalin Temple Yuan no, regardless of the outcome, are eliminated!"

When Li Feng heard it, he was in a hurry. When he looked at it again, sure enough, the platform was already high with the ground!

This is a sword, it is over!

“Hey!” Li Feng received the dagger and the rifle, and smiled and said: “The little monk, you...we really want it, and I’m going down the wind!”

Yuan couldn't hold back the pain, his hands were in ten, and the blood ran down the wrist, and he smiled and said: "Thank you for your stewardship!"

Li Feng was helpless. While shaking his head and looking at the high platform, the face of Zhang Sanmeng’s main iron blue had disappeared, but gradually a smile!

"Awkward", Li Feng was shocked, knowing that Zhang Dameng... has been out of anger!

However, what can he do?

With the wisdom of Li Dafeng's former car, everyone in the future will not dare to keep a hand in the sword. As long as they come to power, they are all tricks, lest they will be eliminated because of the delay.

The monk of Dalin Temple is the opposite. It seems that he has the command of Chang Geng Master, and he does not fight hard with the Yuan. However, if there is a slightly dangerous move, it will immediately be the end. If the other party pushes, it will immediately jump off the platform and admit defeat.

However, even in this case, it is very tolerant in the Chuanxiang and Dalin Temples. When the last eight martial arts decide to win the winners, apart from the disciples of the five major factions, the disciples of the other various factions are Eliminate!

Of course, although these disciples have been eliminated, they can really compete with the masters of the five major factions without the danger of their lives. This is of great benefit to their practice of martial arts. This is probably more precious than what "Jade and Dan" is. Therefore, even if they are laid down, they are all red, full of joy, and there is nothing frustrating!

The eight top five disciples are: Chuanxiang Xia Qing and Hu Yu, Shui Yunjian Liang Cangxu, He Xu and Chen Yang, Dalin Temple Yuantong, Tianlong Jiaoqian Yue, Zhengdao Meng Wu Shanghong!

In terms of the number of people, there are three disciples who have won out with a strong lineup, and the same is also the only way to win. However, only one disciple wins, and the strength of the two factions can be seen.

Xia Qing, as an inner disciple, of course, is much higher than the average disciple martial arts, and it is extremely normal to win!

When the list of eight people came out, there were four indented places in the eight platforms. The supervised disciple disciples sent the list of eight people into the small hole in the ring. However, for a long time, the light curtains of the four platforms On top of it, there are two lines of big characters:

Chuanxiang teaches Xia Qing, Tian Long teaches Qin Shiyue;

Chuanxiang teaches tigers, and He Xu between the water clouds;

Dalin Temple Yuantong, Shuiyunjian Liang Cangxu;

Zhengdao Meng Wu Shanghong, Chen Yun in the water.

Everyone is amazed. From the performance of the swords and swords on the stage, Xia Qing’s martial arts are extremely high. It’s easy to win several times. The Qin Longyue of Tianlong teaches the same, and the soft sword like a snake opens and closes. It is also difficult to resist, everyone thought that these two people will meet at the end, I can't think of just chasing the comparison test, the two will run into it!

For a time, many people gathered around the ring where the two were located, and wanted to see the confrontation of the martial arts peak.

I saw that Xia Qing saw his name, and his face looked the same. His footsteps were used to spread the scent of the sect of the sacred sect. The Qin dynasty of the Tianlong teaching was also a very unusual, soft sword. The folding fan in the hand is generally a step, just like an extremely low step, stepping on the ring!

"Good~" Everyone is a palm, they are all eyes-eyed people, naturally know that the two people are not ordinary, if it is simpler than light work, this Qin Shiyue is still high and Xia Qing three points!

"Girl, look at your reach, a lot higher than a few others. According to Qin, it is clear from the fire hall... It seems that there is no female disciple of such high martial arts?" Qin Shiyue asked with a smile.

Xia Qing took care of him and waved the soft sword. "If it is not an opponent, I will step down early and leave a face for Tianlong. I will leave you room for both of us. Why bother?"

Qin Shiyue was furious and said: "You are a girl, but Qin is just afraid of hurting you. I want to persuade you two sentences..."

Not waiting for Qin Shiyue to finish, Xia Qingyi waved, also the soft sword, if the same dragon with the sea, with her gesture is shot, "Hey, little girl, heart is really poisonous!" Qin Shiyue speaks The hand is also non-stop, the internal force of the wave, his soft sword is collapsed straight, like a normal long sword, "呲", should go up...

Both of them are famous from the top, and they are also the best in this door. The swordsmanship and the internal power are all not far from each other. It’s the time when the opponents will meet the good guys and fight for the semi-column. The two soft swords did not touch, and everyone under the ring was stunned. Everyone was calculating in the bottom of their hearts. If they are now in the ring, how many strokes can they persist?

As time went by, the downfall fell a little bit. Xia Qing felt a trace of badness, biting his teeth, turning over and leaping into the air, the soft sword trembled, and the backhand was kneeling.

"Ha ha" Qin Shiyue laughed, isn't this trick used by him? So, shaking his soft sword, swaying forward and hoping to entangle Xia Qing's soft sword.

I know, the two soft swords have just been in contact. Suddenly, an inch of light flashes from the soft sword of Xia Qing. The sound of "Zi" is light, and the red light is in the Qin Shiyue. On the tip of the soft sword, the tip of the sword with four fingers is falling.

"Sword Mang?" Qin Shiyue sucked a cold air, almost called out, then, the people who knew the goods under the stage, had already called for him, and suddenly the whole stage was noisy, everyone was amazed!

Xia Qing’s face was slightly proud of her own. The sword was stretched and stretched over an inch of soft sword. A red light was also moving around her soft sword.

On the other hand, Qin Shiyue, but his brows are wrinkled and his face is a little nervous.

Qin Shiyue is certainly a disciple of Tianlongjiajialuo Luo. The best thing about Jialuluo is the light work. It is because Qin Shiyue has done a good job in the interior, but he did not have the fineness of Xia Qing, and he saw his soft sword being smashed. At the tip of the sword, you know that if you only fight the martial arts, it is estimated that you may not be the opponent. Therefore, between the brows and wrinkles, the soft sword is collected back, and the hand is taken into the arms, and a thing that is one foot long and the same as the antler is taken out. !

The shape of the thing is the antlers, the whole body is dark, and it is not made of any material.

Xia Qing saw it, didn't keep his hands, and he was a sword. Qin Shiyue sang a word in his mouth, and he greeted him with a weapon. The sound of "stinging" sounded like a torch into the cold water. Xia Qing soft sword on a long inch of swordsman encountered the weapon, immediately reduced a point!

"Ah?" Xia Qing's face was horrified, and she did not feel a step back.

Qin Shiyue laughed, floated to keep up, danced the antlers, and the strange moves were unfolding, forcing Xia Qing to be overwhelmed. One did not see it again, and the sword mans narrowed again.

As a result, it will be half-column, and the swordsmanship on the Xia Qing soft sword has disappeared, and Qin Shiyue is more and more brave! I saw him find a hand, the weapon is straight to the summer clear throat, and Xia Qing seems to have a heart, the left hand covers the heart, the right hand of the soft sword wants to block in front of the antlers, but also afraid that the antlers will be soft swords If you break it, you have to make a roll of soft sword. From the antlers, you can **** the big hole on the chest of Qin Shiyue. The soft sword is very fast. It seems to be the idea of ​​Wei Wei Zhao.

"You go on!" Qin Shiyue shouted, and the antlers handed out. His antlers were only about four inches away from Xia Qing’s throat, and the soft sword was more than a foot away from him. Anyway, summer. It is impossible for the sunny to stab before him!

However, at this moment, the change suddenly occurred, and a faint brilliance flashed from the heart of Xia Qing. A slight mask was in front of the antlers of Qin Shiyue, and the sound of "噗" sounded, the mask Blocking the antlers, the antlers can no longer advance an inch!

"Yu Fu?" Qin Shiyue called out, and immediately wanted to return to the soft sword to fly, who would have thought, not waiting for his antlers to hit back, Xia Qing soft sword, but also a swordman flash Although this swordsman is much more bleak than before, it can be three inches away, and it will be a big point in Qin Shiyue!

Seeing the soft sword to build merit, Xia Qing floated up and kicked in the chest of Qin Shiyue, and the sound of "啪" kicked him down the ring!

At this time, the time of a musk has arrived, and the downfall has just fallen to the ground!

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