The first battle.
"Chen Qingzhi vs. Ximen Chuishui."
Ximen Chuishui, the second son of the Ximen family, has extraordinary swordsmanship. It is said that he has reached the state of winning without any moves. He once took the head of a man in the middle stage of Dongxu with a single sword, and the opponent had no power to fight back.
On stage.
Ximen Chuishui, dressed in white, held the sword in his hand with a calm expression.
"I started learning swordplay at the age of four, and have been successful for eighteen years. I have never met an opponent!"
With a swish, the sword was unsheathed.
"This sword is called the Blowing Water Sword. It is a high-level spiritual weapon. The blade is three feet and seven inches long and weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces. If you die under this sword, your life will not be in vain!"
Chen Qingzhi looked at Ximen Chuishui who was posing with great surprise, and a silver-white spear appeared in his hand.
"This gun has no name, it's a gun that kills people!" Chen Qingzhi's cold voice lowered the temperature of the entire martial arts arena by two points.
"kill!"
Chen Qingzhi took the lead and moved quickly. The spear in his hand turned into a silver dragon and went straight to Ximen Chuishui Gate.
"Sword One!"
Ximen Chuishui calmly swung his sword, and a majestic vortex of spiritual energy appeared, entangling the silver dragon into it.
But the silver dragon's momentum did not slow down, and a hint of surprise flashed in Ximen Chuishui's eyes.
His sword could easily defeat someone at the initial and intermediate level of Dongxu, but it had no effect on this person at all?
"You have successfully aroused my interest, Sword Two, Sword Three!"
There was a ripple in Ximen Chuishui's eyes again, and he suddenly retreated, keeping some distance. Then two sword energies whizzed out, like two storms, sweeping towards Chen Qianzhi from the left and right.
Chen Qianzhi stopped and stood still. At the moment when two storms swept over, he rose from the ground and flew dozens of meters above.
"The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves!"
Chen Qianzhi was in mid-air, he turned his body, and slashed the ground with the spear in his hand, sparks and lightning flew along the way. The powerful force instantly shattered the storm and hit Ximen Chuishui directly in the chest.
"Fuck!" Ximen Chuishui only had time to say two words before he spit out three mouthfuls of blood. He was blasted out of the formation, and his life or death was unknown.
"In the first battle, Chen Qingzhi wins!" Liu Neng quickly announced the result.
Outside, several people from the Ximen family helped Ximen Chuishui up and stuffed a handful of elixirs into his mouth without hesitation.
"Second Young Master, please don't die!" A servant cried and shook his body, still stuffing elixirs into his mouth!
Ximen Chuishui was shaken awake, and then felt suffocated. All the spiritual power in his body was dispersed by Chen Qianzhi's final blow, and at this moment he didn't even have the strength to speak.
His eyeballs had begun to turn white and his pupils had begun to dilate.
Bang!
The servant in front of him was slapped away and fell far away with his head tilted.
Crack!
Ximen Qingzhu appeared on the field, and two big ears pulled the elixir out of Ximen's water nozzle.
Ximen Chuishui finally calmed down.
If his father had arrived a step later, he would have been choked to death by the elixir.
"Hmph!" Ximen Qingzhu snorted coldly at the stage, then left with his son in his arms.
Now is not the time to take action. If you do, the governor's office will definitely stop you.
When today's battle is over, none of these people will be able to escape.
"In the second match, Huo Qubing will face Nangong Miaoshe."
Nangong Miaoshe, whose original name was Nangong Miaoshe, was a fast shooter as his name suggests. He could shoot one arrow per second. In Donghuang, he was the best in shooting speed and no one dared to claim to be second!
But in the end he changed his name to Miaoshe, because he could now shoot more than once a second.
He also thought that his technique was so exquisite that it should be called a brilliant shot.
When the two men came on stage, Nangong Miaoshe didn't talk much like Ximen Chuishui. He shot seven arrows in one second. The seven arrows were like meteors, each one faster and stronger than the last!
Huo Qubing held the Lin Spear in his hand, gathered his spiritual power, and threw the Lin Spear directly out. It made a close contact with the arrow in the air, and the arrow was split directly in half from the air, all seven arrows.
Lin Lance stabbed directly into Nangong Miaoshe's chest with lightning speed.
Nangong Miaoshe's eyes bulged and popped out.
As a shooter, he was also a fragile one and was killed instantly.
"You are indeed fast, but not strong enough!" Huo Qubing calmly pulled out his spear and kicked Nangong Miaoshe down.
(There are too many character confrontations, so I won’t describe the battle scenes in detail to save 10,000 words.)
"Ashe!" Nangong Wuliang rushed out and hugged Nangong Miaoshe's body.
The speed just now was so fast that he had no time to react at all.
He also didn't expect that his son was so useless and couldn't block a single move.
He only has two sons. If he had known earlier, he would have trained a few more to serve as substitutes.
"You are looking for death!" Nangong Wuliang was furious and intimidated Huo Qubing on the stage with his overwhelming momentum.
He lost face in this place yesterday, and today, he even lost his son's life.
"Master Nangong, swords have no eyes. In the Tianjiao Competition, life and death are not important!"
Liu Neng took a step forward and easily wiped out Nangong Wuliang's momentum.
Nangong Wuliang's pupils shrank slightly.
Liu Neng, the lord of Dafeng City, has never shown any martial power, but he actually has the cultivation level of Hexu realm!
"Hmph! Just wait and see!" Nangong Wuliang looked at Huo Qubing fiercely, then walked away holding his son's body. His back looked even more desolate than Ximen Qingzhu's.
"The second battle, Huo Qubing wins!" Liu Neng curled his lips as he looked at their backs and announced the victory of the second game.
"In the third match, Fang Xiang will play against Dongfang Busheng."
Fang Xiang and a feminine man jumped onto the stage at the same time.
"Middle stage of Refining Void, little brother, if you were as perfect as the first two, I would have admitted defeat. However, I am not as useless as them."
Dongfang Busheng twisted his fingers like an orchid, and his delicate, feminine voice made Fang Xiang feel a chill.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight!" Fang Xiang took a step forward with great momentum.
"Haha, little brother is really grumpy, I like him so much!"
Fang Xiang shuddered and got goose bumps all over his body.
He couldn't bear it any longer, so he accelerated his body and dived towards the opponent, his pair of iron fists creaking.
Not only him, but the people watching in the audience were also speechless.
"This Dongfang Master is really different every year. How come his orchid fingers are even more feminine than my thirty-sixth concubine's?"
"Maybe in two years you should call her Miss Dongfang. You don't know that this Young Master Dongfang is practicing a forbidden technique. The direct descendants of the Dongfang family are forbidden to practice it, but he was still allowed to practice it secretly."
"But it's true, this forbidden technique is worthy of being called a forbidden technique. It's really different. Originally, Young Master Dongfang's cultivation was mediocre and he had never won in the family. After practicing, he has never lost. It is said that he also intends to change his name!"
"I've heard of this too. It seems to be called some kind of treasure book or something. If I want to practice this skill..."
"Shh, be quiet. Do you still want to live? If the Dongfang family hears you, you're doomed. Do we have the right to discuss the Dongfang family's secrets?"
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