He stretched out his injured right hand, slowly but firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and frowned slightly in Ling Xiao's brow.
The light of gloating flashed across the face of the Pingdang Sect disciple on the opposite side, and he spoke in a dark voice: "It's still time for you to admit defeat now. You can suffer less flesh and blood, otherwise I will make you hurt even more."
"You talk a lot of nonsense." Xiang Lingxiao's brows stretched out, and a sharp look burst out in his eyes.
The terrifying momentum suddenly shocked the disciple of Pingdang Sect, and he suddenly felt a sudden heart, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, but he woke up in anger and said in anger: "That's you who are seeking death by yourself, no wonder I'm
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"Let the horse come over."
The finger joints holding the hilt of the sword turned slightly white, and he smiled faintly at Ling Xiao.
"Then I'm not polite." The disciple of Pingdang Sect was furious, and his fighting spirit was circulating. His momentum suddenly increased. He shouted loudly and rushed over in an instant, like a strong bull, with a fierce momentum rising.
The smoke and dust in the sky.
Looking at the disciple of the Pingdang Sect who was like a barbarian, Xiang Lingxiao's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his knuckles holding the hilt of the sword turned slightly white.
The distance is getting closer and closer. Seeing Xiang Lingxiao not moving at all, the disciple of Pingdang Sect showed a hideous smile on his face, and the fighting spirit is running wildly, and his right fist is stretched out, wrapped with a faint golden light, and a powerful aura.
It emitted, and a punch was aimed at Xiang Lingxiao's face and smashed it hard.
A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he pushed to the ground at Ling Xiao's toes, and his body rushed forward in a strange arc. His right hand holding the hilt of the sword moved slightly.
A shining sword light shone across the sky, cold and cold, Xiang Lingxiao's figure had already appeared behind the disciples of Pingdang Sect, with a clanging sword returning to the sheath.
Looking at the shining sword light, Han Wentao's pupils suddenly shrank.
Although it was not the first time I saw Xiang Lingxiao's swordsmanship, everyone present was still surprised, so fast! The disciples of the Pingdang Sect were even more shocked.
As the clanging sound sounded, the sound of the silk shattering and the sound of the silk shattering shattering, on the right shoulder of the disciple of Pingdang Sect, the blue yarn suddenly broke with his shoulders. The next moment, an arm soared into the sky, and blood from the wound was constantly ejected like a fountain.
Xiang Lingxiao in front of him disappeared, and a shining sword light passed by, and the disciple of Pingdang Sect had not yet reacted.
"Ao!"
It was not until his right arm broke away from his body and soared into the sky that the disciple of Pingdang Sect realized that his howling like a pig was resounding throughout the sky and had not dissipated for a long time.
Apart from the loud howling, the whole audience was silent.
Bang, his broken arm fell on the battlefield, and tens of thousands of outer disciples immediately cheered enthusiastically.
Ye Feng never opened his eyes from beginning to end, and the result was expected. Although he knew that this disciple of Pingdang Sect was not bad, his personality made him fail, which angered him and Xiang Lingxiao.
, He will definitely pay the price.
The disciple of Pingdang Sect lost his arm, and the intense pain made him kneel on the court with a distorted face.
Xiang Lingxiao turned around and looked at him, and said lightly: "You can't resist such an ordinary sword, do you still have to continue?"
Such a powerful sword is just an ordinary sword? The disciples of Pingdang Sect couldn't help but look at each other.
The Pingdang Sect's brother's face was distorted, and there was a hint of madness in his blood-red eyes. He stood up and rushed towards Xiang Lingxiao with a fierce momentum.
Xiang Lingxiao looked calm, and the trapped beast was still fighting. A flash disappeared from the spot and appeared strangely behind the disciple of Pingdang Sect. He carried a violent fighting spirit on his right foot and stepped on his back. The powerful fighting spirit was fierce.
break out.
"Bang!"
The figure of the disciple of Pingdang Sect was kicked away by Xiang Lingxiao. A mouthful of blood was spurted out from the air, and a wonderful parabola flew towards the disciple of Pingdang Sect below the stage.
All the disciples of Pingdang Sect had a hint of horror in their eyes. They rushed to catch the disciple of Pingdang Sect, and then quickly began to swallow elixirs and bandage the wound.
Xiang Lingxiao stood on the court, standing proudly, like a vigorous and upright green pine.
The pupils shrank slightly, and Han Wentuo said gloomyly: "Yu Sect Master, the number one disciple of your sect is indeed extraordinary." As the leader, Han Wentuo knew very well the strength of the defeated disciple of Pingdang Sect, a mid-level martial artist.
The cultivation level is enough to rank around the fourth among the disciples this time. It is easy to defeat an ordinary mid-level martial artist, otherwise he would not have been brought over. Now he was defeated by Xiang Lingxiao so easily.
Although it is a careless reason, Xiang Lingxiao's own strength cannot be underestimated. Even if he is injured, he still wins easily. The gap between the two is like a natural barrier.
"Elder Han has been awarded."
Yu Longxiang smiled faintly, a hint of admiration flashed through his eyes, and he slowly spoke.
Han Wentao had a gloomy face and stopped talking.
After a period of rushing, the disciple of Pingdang Sect below finally calmed down the injury of the disciple who was too severe and had a coma.
"Next."
Xiang Lingxiao stood on the court and looked down with a calm expression.
Xiang Lingxiao's quick and neat method just now hit the disdain of all the disciples of Pingdang Sect into the abyss. He never dared to have such thoughts again. He looked at Xiang Lingxiao in the middle of the battle arena with a serious expression.
Finally, they looked at each other together. The disciple, who was the second on Ye Feng's left, took a step in an instant, jumped gently to the battlefield, and looked at Xiang Lingxiao intently.
The blood in the arena is dotted and extremely eye-catching.
"Dare you ask me about your honorable name?"
This disciple of Pingdang Sect was obviously much more calm. He did not rush to start the battle. He first politely clasped his fists and asked Xiang Lingxiao's name.
Xiang Lingxiao smiled faintly: "Xiang Lingxiao."
His pupils shrank slightly, and the disciple of Pingdang Sect who was facing each other took a deep breath and said solemnly: "It turns out that it is Xiang Lingxiao, Brother Xiang, who has long been admired by Daming, and is under Yang Ming."
When Xiang Lingxiao read out his name, almost all the disciples of Pingdang Sect were surprised. Before this time, Han Wentuo repeatedly reminded them to pay attention to Xiang Lingxiao. Now the first confrontation is indeed extraordinary, even if
If you are injured, you can win easily.
With a slightly frown, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, swept across the many disciples of Pingdang Sect opposite without any trace, looked at Ling Xiao again, and said softly: "It should be able to last for a while.
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Huh, exhaling deeply, Ye Feng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes again, and entered the state of cultivation to regulate his breathing.
Yang Ming looked at Xiang Lingxiao with a serious expression and said, "Brother Xiang, you can start."
Xiang Lingxiao smiled faintly, slowly stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on the hilt of the ancient sword.