The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded!
Seeing the long whip coming towards him, Jiang Deng calmly drew out his heavy lightsaber.
The long whip did not wrap around Jiang Deng's neck, but instead wrapped around the heavy lightsaber's blade.
The two refused to give in to each other, and each wanted to use brute force to pull the other's weapon away.
Qiu Song gritted his teeth. He didn't believe it. He was a male cultivator at the peak of the Dan Formation Realm, but his strength was not as strong as that of a female cultivator in the middle of the Dan Formation Realm!
Feeling the power coming from the end of the long whip, Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows slightly.
Um?
Qiu Song's strength is not small, what should he do?
"Eight doors, open!"
Jiang Deng decisively opened the Eight Gates, raising her strength to the late stage of the Dan Formation Realm. In addition, because she was still a physical practitioner, her strength was simply astonishing.
In an instant, the slight difference in cultivation between Jiang Deng and Qiu Song suddenly became less obvious, and they even had the momentum to overwhelm Qiu Song in terms of strength.
The veins on Qiu Song's forehead were clearly visible.
Obviously his long whip can restrain a clumsy heavy sword like Jiang Deng, but Jiang Deng's strength is too great. Not only can he not be able to snatch the opponent's heavy sword away, he even has to break the long whip weapon in his hand.
the trend of……
"You, didn't you want to join the war before?"
Qiu Song didn't want to let go, so he could only use the power of his words.
"Yes," Jiang Deng nodded in agreement, "But I don't want to watch Taichu Sword Sect lose."
Qiu Song: "..."
Jiang Deng chuckled, "Bring it to you!"
As he said that, the runes on his arms lit up, and Jiang Deng used all his strength. Qiu Song could no longer hold on, and the long whip immediately came out of his hand and came to Jiang Deng's hand.
Lowering his head, Jiang Deng looked at the newly acquired whip.
Well, that's right. It's a low-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapon. It can probably be sold for a good price.
"Give me back my whip!" Qiu Song jumped to his feet in anger.
Jiang Deng had no intention of paying attention to the other party. He directly put the whip into his storage bag and vividly demonstrated how to rob someone in public.
"...Damn it! Look at my low-grade Xuan-level magic, it's earthy..."
Without weapons, Qiu Song had no choice but to use spells. However, before he could finish the spell, he was interrupted by Jiang Deng's sword and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Qiu Song could only lie helplessly on the ground, watching helplessly as the heavy sword above his head suddenly hit him.
"Senior Sister Sun, help!"
Qiu Song quickly asked for help from Sun Caimo who was standing aside.
Sun Caimo was fighting against Xia Chenqing on the side. She was obviously very capable, but she pretended to be evenly matched with Xia Chenqing.
I saw her slowly playing a little game with Xia Chenqing, where you can tell everyone who to take advantage of her, while she said with a troubled face: "The enemy is too strong, I can't save you, Junior Brother Qiu, hold on yourself."
Xia Chenqing opposite:???
Obviously I can't beat you, okay?
Why are there so many strange people in this game?
"Ah! I don't want to die yet!"
Qiu Song could only scream and closed his eyes.
Jiang Deng's mouth twitched, "Call a ghost, scream, scream, scream."
As he spoke, he changed his sword posture with a speechless expression, from smashing to sweeping, and directly swept Qiu Song off the martial arts stage.
When dealing with the Lingxiao sect disciples, Jiang Deng was still merciful after all. He only wanted money but not his life. He would kick people off the martial arts stage just for the slightest favor.
Lin Jun was different. Anyone who fought with him was either seriously injured or half dead. They were very cruel.
Seeing that there were fewer and fewer opponents around her, a flash of understanding flashed in Sun Caimo's eyes, and she knew she should withdraw.
So, when faced with Xia Chenqing's sword thrust again, she did not dodge, but took the initiative to meet her. Before the tip of the sword touched her, she screamed and flew backwards in an instant.
.
"ah!"
Sun Caimo hit the ground hard, and she pointed at Xia Chenqing on the stage in disbelief, "You, you have realized your own swordsmanship at such a young age!"
On the martial arts stage, Xia Chenqing held a sword and stood there stupidly: "..."
Ah?
When did he realize his swordsmanship? Why didn't he know it?
"Senior Sister Sun!"
"My dear mother!"
Immediately, several disciples of the Lingxiao Sect and Sun Fei from the Taichu Sword Sect came forward and helped Sun Caimo up. Sun Fei even asked worriedly: "Mom, are you okay?"
"Mom is fine, mom is just...cough cough cough!"
Sun Caimo coughed twice, without coughing up a drop of blood, but her face was extremely pale, as if she was really seriously injured.
Seeing that Sun Caimo was badly injured and couldn't even stand still, Sun Fei looked at Xia Chenqing and said angrily: "Senior Brother Xia, I have been worshiping you in vain. I didn't expect you to do this to my mother.
Poisonous hand!"
Xia Chenqing: "..." He really didn't do anything!
"Ahem, good boy, just wait!" Sun Caimo stared at Xia Chenqing with an expression of dissatisfaction, "Someday, I will wash away today's shame!"
Xia Chenqing: "..." Is there a possibility that he was really wronged?
Therefore, this game ended with the victory of Taichu Jianzong.
After Taichu Jianzong won the victory, Jiang Roushui was happy. Jiang Deng took away several spiritual weapons during the game and was also very happy. In the end, only Xia Chenqing's injured world was achieved...
But the next game will not be so easy to win.
In the next game, which is the last game of the sect ranking competition, Taichu Sword Sect’s opponent is its old enemy, Paradise Palace, and the first place will be decided between them.
While everyone was adjusting their breaths, Jiang Roushui did not forget to say: "This is the last game, the Territory Lord will come to watch the game, everyone should cheer up later, and don't make the same mistakes as in the last game!
"
Jiang Deng frowned slightly, the fourth disciple is coming?
If the fourth disciple came to watch the match, she would definitely not have to use her sword energy during the competition. After all, her sword energy was so special, and the fourth disciple, who had lived together for so long in her previous life, would definitely recognize it.
Half an hour later, everyone's spiritual power had been fully recovered, and their injuries were almost healed after taking the elixir.
However, they waited for a long time and did not see Murong Feiran arrive.
Just when the audience couldn't help but whisper, Ying Fuhao could only go on stage and explain: "Ahem, the leader is at a critical moment of cultivation and cannot come to watch the match, so this match will continue to be hosted by this leader."
"Ah? What!"
Hearing this, the audience booed one after another.
Jiang Roushui's face was also extremely ugly, "Damn it, this is not fair at all!"
"Uncle Jiang, what's wrong?" Shi Zihang, who talked a lot, couldn't help but asked curiously.
Jiang Roushui glanced at Ying Ziru impatiently, "Ying Ziru, you tell me!"
Ying Ziru touched his nose and said with some embarrassment: "Uncle, he is my cousin's father."
Everyone: "..."
Aren't you talking nonsense? Do you still need to teach such a simple seniority?
Xia Chenqing frowned and explained: "Junior brother Ying means that Ying Ling's father is Ying Fuhao on the stage, and Ying Ling will also play in the next game."
Hearing this, Jiang Deng nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, I understand. What do you mean, are you worried that the bad old man on stage will favor Paradise Palace?"