Fan Qingwu suffered another secret loss. Although he immediately closed his bloodline and stopped bleeding, his left foot could no longer move freely.

Hearing Song Feifei's loud cheers, Fan Qingwu's face turned blue again as usual. He gritted his teeth. In order not to arrange the mechanism for Lin Xianjing, he immediately launched the offensive and finally used his unique skills to put in the box.

He saw him docking the two feet and five-foot-long axe rods, which were two feet and five years long, and the Sun and Moon double axes turned into long sticks with axes at both ends. When he swung his hands, he made a stick technique, a staff technique, and a sword technique of the Spring and Autumn sword. The axe blade was more light and the spiritual power was output with all its strength, intending to quickly defeat Lin Xianjing.

Lin Xianjing's pressure increased greatly, so he had to change to holding the shield with both hands, blocking the left and right, and retreating while blocking. Fortunately, Fan Qingwu's left foot was injured and his speed was affected, and he was able to resist the enemy.

Seeing that Lin Xianjing's strength was also long and he had not shown any decline, Fan Qingwu shouted loudly, and his moves changed again. He held a stick and axe in both hands, circled and rotated like a windmill, and the two axes fell on the shield in turn like a storm.

Gradually, he realized that the yellow light on Lin Xianjing's shield was getting weaker and weaker. Fan Qingwu activated the remaining spiritual power and sent a full blow. He felt that the shield face was sinking and sinking again and again. He leaned down and could see Lin Xianjing's upper body. He was delighted and was about to send out all the remaining spiritual power, but he heard a crisp sound. At the same time, the green light in the middle of the shield was filled with light. The connection of the axe broke and the axe face wiping backwards and flew out.

Before he could react, Lin Xianjing let go of his shield and kicked the shield with his feet. The tip of the shield's tail flew towards his calves. At the same time, Lin Xianjing waved his hands and two spiritual energy attacked his left and right shoulder holes.

Fan Qingwu had no choice but to shout "I admit defeat", and at the same time, he let go of the stick and axe and barely blocked the energy that hit the shoulder hole, but he couldn't dodge the lower plate anyway. The referee nearby shot down the shield with his spiritual energy to save him from injury.

Song Feifei's cheers sounded, and the disciples watching the battle also breathed a sigh of relief. The competition was considered exciting.

Fan Qingwu's axe has outstanding skills, various moves, and his attack power is indeed good. It can be said that he is still honorable even if he loses.

Lin Xianjing not only has tough defense, but what opens everyone's eyes is that the mechanism skills are unpredictable. Although it cannot cause direct and huge damage to the disciples who entered the room, the two just right attacks are enough to weaken the opponent's combat power and control the situation.

This is the first time Hua Lanting has seen the actual combat of mechanism technology with his own eyes. He thought that the way of mechanism is indeed magical. He doesn’t know what the formation looks like. It seems that it is necessary to listen to more lectures in this area in the future, and then communicate with Lin Xianjing more. Even if he can’t become a master, he must know how to be wary of and crack. This practical comparison is really good, so he needs to observe more.

The next morning, the competition began to get better, and the even-match battle became more and more intense and exciting. Various offensive and defensive methods appeared one after another, which opened the horizon disciples' horizons. While discussing it, they also secretly evaluated in their hearts, thinking about what they could be used as their future development directions.

Back at the creation site, Hua Lanting silently recalled the several games he saw today in his heart, imagining what to do if he faced it.

It is necessary to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, and you still have some methods that you have not used. However, the thunder in the palm of the dragon head requires time to accumulate strength, and the opponent's level will become higher and higher, with various characteristics. Those fellow students with unique magic or fighting styles are really difficult to deal with, so you need to prepare several more plans to deal with.

After lunch break, Hua Lanting came to the venue in advance to check the afternoon showdown form and found that Zhuge Yun and Feng Qingjun's opponents were not on the key list provided by Mu Le, but Wen Yin and Zhang Hanyun's matchup were both powerful players. Coincidentally, Yi Liunian's Crow Mouth Prophecy was finally fulfilled. Lin Xianjing and Song Feifei were actually divided into a group. It was okay, but it was not her and Feng Qingjun.

Hua Lanting's game time is too late, and he can help Wen Yin and Zhang Hanyun.

The first person to appear in the afternoon was Zhang Hanyun. Hua Lanting knew that she was from the Blood Moon Black Sha Sect from the Demonic Yuan in the north. She was as beautiful as a flower in her life. According to Song Feifei, there were many admirers in secret. Because she didn't have too many contacts, Hua Lanting didn't know her temperament and ability deeply. I only heard that she defeated her opponents in the first three rounds with her outstanding swordsmanship and light-based magic.

Her opponent was a male disciple from the Fourth Peak. At this time, she was standing on the court in white, with a tall figure and a long and handsome body. If she didn't have a slightly feminine face and some boys and girls' appearances, she would be a handsome guy with a talented look.

When Zhang Hanyun came on stage, Zhao Qichi bowed his fists and said, "Xiaoke Tianquan Peak, Zhao Qichi, has long heard that Junior Sister Zhang is extremely beautiful and has outstanding appearance. When I saw it today, the rumors are true. Fortunately, I met a beautiful woman. I am called Senior Brother, and I can't beat the flowers."

Seeing that his words were a little frivolous, Zhang Hanyun was not angry and giggled and said, "Young Brother Zhao, you are polite. My younger sister is very late and she is not good at learning skills. She is already worried about this competition that uses swords and guns. Since my senior brother is so embarrassed, why don't you give up this game and send me through the test?"

Zhao Qichi laughed: "It's not that your senior brother, I don't know how to cherish the beauty, but I'm sure of these top ten, but I don't worry, I will show mercy and will not hurt my junior sister. We will have time to discuss it privately, please."

After saying that, he waved his hands and took out a pair of judges' pens to put them on the defensive.

Zhang Hanyun: "This is what you said, it won't hurt me." While saying that, he took out a long sword from the storage ring, pulled a sword flower, jumped forward and handed it, and took the sword tip straight to the other party's central palace.

Hua Lanting, who was watching the battle next to him, was a little puzzled. Zhang Hanyun's sword was different from the sword commonly used by women. The sword body was long and wide, and it only began to narrow from the middle. In addition, wasn't it said that she got a pair of male and female swords? Why was there only one?

Zhao Qichi didn't care about Zhang Hanyun's sword style. He casually used the judge's pen with his left hand to knock the sword's spine, and stabbed Zhang Hanyun's chest with his right hand. Without waiting for the old moves, he had already reached Zhang Hanyun's lower abdomen after the left hand to use it.

He was determined to show off his martial arts in front of others. His double pen did not inject too much spiritual power, but his offensive became faster and faster, with more virtual moves and fewer real moves, which was dazzling. It was his master's thirty-six-way storm brushwork, with rapid and continuous brushwork.

Zhang Hanyun's sword follows the people, the big sword flies up and down to protect the whole body, and takes small steps and turns back and removes the force. The sword technique rarely hits, but it fully utilizes the characteristics of the broad sword body, either blocking, striking, or hitting, and every time, it accurately blocks the attack of the double pen outside.

The weapons of both sides bumped continuously, and the sound of brittle sounds continued, and fires splashed everywhere. One attacked like mercury and the other defense was like a dam across the river without leaking water. Neither of them had fully exerted their spiritual power, and they fought with martial arts as if they had made an appointment.

The sixty generations of disciples have only been studying in the mountains for a year, and have not yet been able to fully understand and master the ability to use martial arts, spiritual artifacts, spiritual treasures, and spiritual treasures, so they are very satisfied with this pure skill fight, and they are constantly applauding.

Zhao Qichi didn't expect that Zhang Hanyun's defense was so strict. Once he was despised, his competitive spirit arose again. He still did not release his spiritual energy. Instead, he changed his brushwork and opened his moves. He used the double pen as two short sticks, smashed and swept it hard, which clearly showed that the bullying of women was not strong enough.

Zhang Hanyun was indeed at a disadvantage in terms of strength. After several moves, his body retreated. The sword stood up in front of him. He did not panic. Instead, his legs bent slightly and looked straight ahead. His left hand moved to the hilt of the sword, and changed to holding the sword in both hands. Then he used an unusual set of two-handed sword techniques. His sword moves were mainly splitting, slashing, and actually attacked Zhao Qichi.

Zhao Qichi was shocked and felt that after Zhang Hanyun held the sword in both hands, he was no longer afraid of the collision with his one-handed pen, and he was not inferior in his moves. In desperation, he changed his brushwork again.

He held his hands in the middle of the pen, his figure leaned downward, and his body rolled upward to the front and back pens, attacking Zhang Hanyun's lower plate from bottom to top with a set of ground-laying pen techniques. His moves became vicious and cruel, and spiritual power began to flash on the tip of the pen.

Although Zhang Hanyun is small and delicate, she is obviously uncomfortable in the face of this low-post attack from the ground. She backs behind her left and right and becomes a one-handed sword to resist.

When he reached the tight spot, Zhao Qichi leaned forward and rushed up, and even used his spiritual power and his double pens to attack Zhang Hanyun's waist with a light of more than half a foot long. Zhang Hanyun's sword body was already covered with spiritual energy. While retreating, the tip of the sword was pressed to block the left and right.

Just when everyone felt that the two of them were about to use their moves and needed to change their breath, Zhao Qichi suddenly rolled around and pressed down with his pens crossed. He pressed and twisted them while he was immediately exhausted in one breath. The pen suddenly raised two small pen tips. The four pen tips locked the big sword and the sword energy burst out. The close-fitting fighting skills are the ultimate skill! The pen in the pen!

Zhang Hanyun suddenly encountered danger and was shocked. The big sword was locked and could not be pulled out, and the attacking spirit was within reach.

What a good Zhang Hanyun, who was in danger, was not chaotic, and while jumping halfway through the sword energy, he grabbed the sword and pulled his right hand, and saw a two-foot short sword slipping out of the sword body of the big sword, and suddenly stabbed Zhao Qichi's neck forward, which was also a killer skill in close combat! The sword in the sword! The male and female swords came out!

Zhao Qichi's face suddenly changed, and his hair stood up all over his body. Seeing the cold light shining in front of him, he didn't even think about it. Instinctively tried to lift the end of the pen and knock it back. At the same time, he turned his head and forced himself to retreat. The female sword was touched by the end of the pen and changed direction slightly and stabbed into his shoulder.

Of course, Zhang Hanyun would not really kill, but he was angry that he spoke frivolously, and he squeezed his hands and blood flashed out. Zhao Qichi shouted and turned over several times in the air. He fell on the edge of the field and knelt on the ground with one leg, sealed the acupoint on his shoulders and gasped, and was afraid.

Zhang Hanyun did not pursue him immediately. After adjusting his breathing for a moment, he asked, "Senior Brother Zhao, have you given up, will you still fight?"

Zhao Qichi's injuries were not serious and his spiritual power was sufficient. He was a bit too big for his psychological shadow, and he gritted his teeth and didn't speak. He knew that it was difficult to win in martial arts. After taking two pens, he used the wind-type magic wind blade technique he chose from the treasure house. As he waved his hands, he whistled out of the air and whistled out, covering Zhang Hanyun from the upper, middle and lower three ways.

Seeing this, Zhang Hanyun expanded his sword skills along the way. The male sword outside and the female sword inside, the two layers of defense were not leaking, and the wind blade was shattered ten feet away in front of him. The two of them had similar spiritual power levels, and they fought for several rounds. No one could do anything to each other for a while.

Zhao Qichi used his pen with both hands for a long time. Although his right hand was inconvenient to be injured, his left hand was no less flexible than his right hand. He poked and poked the wind blades, and the attack became more and more fierce.

Zhang Hanyun comes from the Blood Moon Black Sha Sect. Most of the cultivation sects on the northern Taichu Demonic Yuan are good at controlling beasts. She is very conceited about this. She doesn't think anyone of the 60th generation of disciples can surpass her in this regard, so she is not afraid of being exposed in advance.

In order to fight quickly, she did not use the light-based magic, but instead jumped out of the battle circle with a flaw. She pointed her finger in the direction of Zhao Qichi and said, "Little Diao, go!"
Chapter completed!