Xiao Feng sneered: "It's just a bitch. Your master didn't say anything. Why are you barking here?"
"You bastard..."
"shut up!"
Duan Chenzong shouted: "You two, please be quiet. Whoever dares to speak more will be immediately disqualified."
Xiao Feng spread his hands and smiled.
Rose's face turned red with anger. After sitting down, she cursed: "You little bastard, don't give me a chance, or I will make him look good."
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
Jiang Yuntao pressed his hand: "Isn't the outcome still undecided? Don't be so impulsive."
"asshole!"
Rose took a deep breath and calmed down.
On the stage, Zui Xian's expression was distorted, while Bing Ling's expression was dull.
"how did you do it?"
After a few seconds, Zui Xian couldn't help but ask.
"What?"
Bing Ling asked back.
"impossible!"
Zui Xian quickly shook his head again, as if talking to himself.
"You can't possibly see through my swordsmanship. I have painstakingly studied this drunken sword for ten years."
"How can you, a little girl, possibly break through? You were just lucky these two times."
"snort!"
Bing Ling smiled coldly: "If this is really the case, I advise you to give up practicing martial arts."
"It took ten years of hard work to develop a third-rate swordsmanship. It's really ridiculous."
"What did you say?"
Drunken Immortal was furious.
He is a talented warrior known as Mobei Yijianhong, who is expected to become a master at the age of fifty.
I was actually ridiculed by a little girl today. It was such a shame and humiliation.
"Hmph! Your swordsmanship seems ever-changing and chaotic."
"In fact, there are only nine simple sets of sword techniques, and each set of sword techniques can be transformed into nine types."
“On the surface, it looks flawless, but upon closer inspection, it’s all gaudy.”
Bing Ling shook his head and said the truth.
"What?"
Zuixian was shocked, gritted his teeth and said: "I don't believe it, I don't believe you can see through my swordsmanship."
"How can I, a majestic Yi Jian Hong, be defeated by a little girl like you?"
"You're a little too young to mess with my mind."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zui Xian came to kill him again. This time he changed his approach, and his movement and sword skills became more elegant.
The ice spirit did not retreat but advanced, and two more cold lights flashed past.
The two sides fought in an instant, and then separated in an instant.
Bing Ling turned over and landed on the ground. Zuixian drew two sword shadows and assumed a very chic posture.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Jiangcheng boss, Wei Yingjie and others were all staring at the ring.
"Um?"
Bing Ling frowned and shook her body.
I saw blood flowing out of her left arm, which was obviously seriously injured.
Zui Xian turned around, raised his head and smiled: "Little girl, who is showing off now?"
"You are already dead."
Bing Ling said coldly.
"What did you say? Huh?"
Zuixian was suddenly startled, and with a puff, a column of blood spurted out from his neck, shocking everyone in the room.
"Um..."
He covered his neck and was so frightened that he wanted to rush off the ring.
But just after taking two steps, his body tilted and he fell directly from the ring to the ground, dying on the spot.
"Dead...dead?"
Rose was dumbfounded, and Jiang Yuntao frowned.
Wei Yingjie's face was ashen, and his majestic Mobei sword was red, but he was killed by a little girl. This is simply unbelievable.
"You must be cheating."
Wei Yingjie was furious: "President Duan, this duel cannot be counted. This girl must have used despicable means."
"Ghost, please shut up."
Leng Mufeng laughed at him: "Can't you afford to lose? Don't say you didn't use tricks, so what if you did?"
"President Duan, in your words, this is called war and deceit. You didn't say it wasn't allowed in advance, right?"
Duan Chenzong's face was always red. If he didn't admit it, it would be like slapping himself in the face.
"Okay, no more arguing."
He stood up, frowned and said, "In this sixth duel, Jiang Cheng wins."
"President Duan is wise."
Leng Mufeng cupped his hands and praised the other party.
"You are lucky."
Wei Yingjie could only give up.
There are now three duels left, and he only needs to win two more of them to seal the victory.
"Master Long, it all depends on you."
Long Yibiao was sitting next to him. He closed his eyes and meditated from beginning to end, without even taking a glance.
He closed his eyes and said calmly: "Why are you so anxious? Isn't it the moment of life and death yet?"
"That's...okay."
Wei Yingjie didn't dare to disturb him.
Bing Ling got off the ring, and Xiao Feng quickly healed her injuries.
Fortunately, it was just a skin injury, nothing serious, and it would heal after a few days of rest.
After bandaging the wound, Bing Ling will go to the ring for the seventh game.
"Come back, you can't play again."
"I'm fine."
Bing Ling looked at him with firm eyes.
"No, just sit still."
Bing Ling shook his head: "It's very dangerous, I want to protect you."
"You girl, be obedient."
Xiao Feng frowned, feeling warm in his heart.
Bing Ling entered the ring on his behalf and suffered injuries for him.
"Hall Master Xiao, let me do this seventh game."
Leng Mufeng stood up. As the master of Feng Hall, he couldn't hide behind him all the time. Otherwise, where would his face be?
Without waiting for Xiao Feng to reply, he jumped onto the ring.
"Hmph, I smell the scent of a master."
Suddenly, Long Yibiao opened his eyes, jumped up and landed firmly on the ring.
"Hall Master Leng!"
Xiao Feng shouted: "He is the master of the Southern Zhentong Boxing Gym and the mysterious warrior Long Yibao."
"What? A mysterious warrior?"
Leng Mufeng was shocked.
In the entire Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association, only Yuan Nanwu is a Xuanjing martial artist.
Although there is only one realm difference, the difference in strength is equivalent to that of a tiger and a wild wolf. There is no chance of winning one on one.
Long Yibao looked him up and down with his hands behind his back.
"A great warrior in the Huang Realm is barely qualified."
"This Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association is nothing more than that. It seems that Yuan Nanwu is just in vain."
"Asshole!"
Leng Mufeng cursed: "You can insult me, but don't insult President Yuan."
"Hahaha... barking is useless."
Long Yibiao laughed wildly and stretched out his right hand.
"Okay, I'll give you a hand."
"If you can hurt me within three rounds, you will win. How about that?"
"Master Dragon Hall, you look down on people too much."
Leng Mufeng squinted his eyes and slowly clenched his fists.
"Leng Mufeng, I advise you to go down."
Feng Yanhuo smiled slyly: "You should know very well how big the gap is between the Yellow Realm and the Xuan Realm."
"Unless you are the top Huang Realm warrior, you have no chance of winning and will definitely die."
Of course Leng Mufeng understood that even if the key opponent gave him a hand, he might not be able to hurt Long Yibao within three rounds.
Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing? It's better to give it a try. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope.
"Master Dragon Pavilion, please enlighten me."
Leng Mufeng cupped his fists and immediately drew out his sword.
"Okay, have some backbone."
Long Yibao smiled evilly and nodded: "Come on, let me see how many points the master of the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association has."
The two sides stared at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly, Leng Mufeng dragged his long sword and killed first.