Amid the discussion, the tiger baby had already moved.

Buzz!

The black iron rod hit the air and made a dull sound. He Ling Tian hit Qi Yun with one stick.

"There are many flaws." Qi Yun sneered, turned sideways slightly, swung the black iron rod against his body, and then slapped the tiger baby with a palm.

The tiger baby took Qi Yun's palm without defense.

But he was not idle either. He swept across the black iron stick in his hand and hit Qi Yun with one stick.

In one matchup, the two have their own winners.

"Boy, you're looking for death." Qi Yun's face suddenly became vicious when he was hit by the tiger's widow. He waved his hand and shot out three sharp sword auras.

Seeing this, Huwa hurriedly waved the black iron stick.

Pounds! Pounds! Pounds!

All three sword energy were blocked by him.

At this moment, Qi Yun had already come and slapped it out with a palm.

The tiger baby hurriedly blocked the stick in front of him.

pound!

Qi Yun slapped the black iron rod with a palm, which made the tiger baby groan and retreat.

With a head-on regret, he still got at a disadvantage. Qi Yun's cultivation level was two levels higher than him and was more vigorously cultivated by the family. He was not comparable to that of a tiger baby.

Pounds! Pounds!

On the battlefield, Huwa tried his best to resist, but still could not stop Qi Yun's offensive, retreating step by step, unable to turn over.

"Look, I'll just say it!" The whisper began to whisper again below.

"In my opinion, it's only a matter of time before he loses."

"The gap is too big. If you use a stick, it would be strange if you are not defeated."

Compared to these people, Ye Chen sat indifferently in the position. Even if Huwa loses, he doesn't feel embarrassed, because the two of them are not of the same level in terms of cultivation or family background. Even if Huwa loses, he still loses at the starting line.

Bang!

On the battle stage, Huwa retreated again and was beaten by Qi Yun and vomited blood.

However, the ugly look on the tiger baby's face was not imagined. He was honest and honest, and his little face was very calm and he spent most of his time defending.

However, he, who had been tempered by Ye Chen's true fire, and his previous fight with Zi Xuan, his ability to resist the beating is not only as simple as the third level of Qi Condensation, but also a factor that makes him unbeaten after being beaten for so long.

"You are still undefeated?" Qi Yunli shouted, with the sword energy in his hand constantly, and the fist shadow and palm prints never stopped.

The tiger kid said nothing and still tried his best to dance the black iron stick in his hand.

At some point, the black iron stick in his hand changed, and there were actually phantoms of sticks in the dancing. Although these phantoms were messy, they also gathered according to some rules, and defense slowly increased in the war.

"Stick Formation." Xu Fu on the cloud showed surprise, as if he could see some clues from Huwa's stick technique.

"This little guy is not simple." Chu Xuan'er smiled whispered, "From the start of the fight, his expression has been surprisingly calm. Compared to Qi Yun of the Qi family, his mind is more calm and calm."

"He is hiding dormant and is preparing to counterattack." The Taoist Ring, the first law enforcement hall, gently stroked his beard.

Sure enough, the battle situation on the stage changed. Huwa, who had been passively beaten, began to attack many attacking moves in defense.

Compared to him, Qi Yun's breath became disordered, and the continuous use of mysterious techniques made his true energy more scarce. He attacked less and defended more.

So, at this point, the Huwa who had defended before turned into an offense, while Qi Yun, who had fierce attacks, became the defensive side at this moment.

"Damn it." Qi Yun's face was so gloomy that he was scary. He would sometimes wait for an opportunity to take action, but he would always be blocked by Huwa's strange stick array.

"Thuwa, I really underestimate you." Ye Chen smiled slightly from the audience.

It was already surprising that Huwa was able to persist on stage for so long and remain undefeated. Now there is a tendency to turn the lower-wind into the upper-wind, which is indeed beyond his expectations.

pound!

On the stage, Huwa swung out with a stick and pulled Qi Yun backed away with a muffled groan.

ah…..!

Qi Yun roared and slashed out with a sword.

pound!

His sword hit the shining stick formation where Huwa danced, and was shaken open on the spot, his entire arm was numb.

"He only relies on the black iron stick in his hand." At this moment, a misty voice came into Qi Yun's ears.

"Qingyang, this is only once." On the clouds, although Daoxuan Zhenren closed his eyes, he still warned Zhenren Qingyang. It seemed that the person who sent the message to Huwa was the first person Yang Peak, the Qingyang Zhenren.

Being secretly warned, Qingyang Zhenren hurriedly accepted the message.

However, because of his previous voice transmission, Qi Yun seemed to have found the flaw of Huwa, which was the black iron stick in his hand.

With a sneer, Qi Yun instilled his true energy into the spiritual sword in his hand, ready to go.

Buzz!

The tiger widow had already swung it over with one stick.

break!

Qi Yun snorted coldly, waved the long sword in his hand and collided with the black iron rod.

pound!

On the spot, Huwa groaned and retreated, and the black iron rod in his hand was also knocked away.

Seeing this, Ye Chen frowned. The black iron stick was the tiger's support, and he only practiced the stick, and the rest were basically blank.

"If you don't have that iron stick, what else do you have to rely on?" The roar sounded on the stage, Qi Yunru rushed over with a fierce beast, and the long sword in his hand waved frequently.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Soon, blood marks appeared on Huwa's body and were beaten backwards.

However, Huwa's expression was still calm, and his calmness made the elders on the clouds smile gently.

The people watching the battle from the four sides were also interested at this moment.

Who would have thought that the battle between two young boys would be so long-lasting, and the attack and defense would be constantly changing.

"That boy Qi Yun's breath is a little disordered!"

"That boy Huwa is not much better, he is very injured."

"With that black iron stick, how could it be turned over?"

Amid the discussion, Huwa has been forced to the brink of the battle stage.

"Don't admit defeat?" Qi Yun came with a ferocious expression, and the long sword in his hand roared, and a sword penetrated Changhong when he took action.

puff!

Blood splattered, and the long sword pierced the tiger's shoulder with one sword.

Huwa spit out blood and held Qi Yun's long sword tightly with both hands.

Seeing this, Qi Yun also became fierce, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, and using his strength to stab the tiger baby in his body.

For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate. Huwa held the sword edge and Qi Yun held the sword hilt, and they were fighting hard, and it was difficult to decide the outcome for a while.

"Tiger baby, okay, stop hitting." Below, Ye Chen couldn't sit still after all. If he continued to hit, he was afraid that the foundation of the tiger baby would be damaged.

"Big brother, I said, I won't embarrass you." Huwa's mouth gushed, gritted his teeth and insisted, his face full of stubbornness.

Under the gaze of everyone, Huwa raised his forehead slightly and then hit Qi Yun's forehead hard.

Bang!

The sound of the forehead colliding was particularly clear, breaking the silence of the scene.
Chapter completed!