Zhang Jiuxing rubbed his body and exerted force on the lower plate. The whisk tightly tugged Xie Xuan's long sword, dragging and swinging, with Xie Xuan's fierce momentum, it was about to fall off the stake platform.

The Fengtianguan people applauded, thinking that Xie Xuan would fall down anyway. Zhang Jiuxing won with one move, and there was a thunderous joy.

Some of the people in Ziwei Palace were worried, while others were frowning and sighing. Although Xie Xuan was not from Ziwei Palace, he was also of the same sect, so he was naturally closer than those of Fengtianguan.

Everyone said that Xie Xuan was young and vigorous, and he was steadily playing. Even if he could not win, Zhang Jiuxing would not lose so ugly.

Xiaoxiao folded her hands on her neck, and didn't dare to show off her vigor, and called out softly: "Senior Brother."

Xie Xuanxiang seemed to have exerted too much force, and his body rushed out of the stake platform. Unexpectedly, he turned around in the air, and hooked the wooden stakes to the toes, firmly holding them.

Everyone raised their necks and saw Xie Xuan's body tilted horizontally, with only half of his foot standing on the stake, but he could use this little force to stabilize his whole body without falling.

This time, the field was silent.

Xie Xuan glanced at her, smiled slightly, and made a lip shaped "Don't be afraid".

With a pull of the sword, he jumped onto the stake platform, and the tip of the sword pierced out. Zhang Jiuxing immediately changed his move, stepped on the two wooden stakes with his legs in a lunge, and shook the whisk with his right hand, and changed from twisting to strike.

The silver thread brushed over his face, Xie Xuan did not dodge or avoid, and the sword also twisted the whisk, and rushed forward.

Zhang Jiuxing said "Huh" and Xie Xuan used the Nine Palace Bagua Sword, which was the entry-level sword technique of Ziwei Palace. He naturally knew it. However, when Xie Xuan stabbed his sword, he was still a golden dragon pillar, and half of it was used to change his move with the sword force.

It was the move that Zhang Jiuxing had used by himself just now. If Xie Xuan used a soft sword in his hand, he could wrap the whisk in his hand, and if he stood up and could pull the whisk away.

But he learned half of the move. This half of the move was used in the sword technique and could be used so well.

Zhang Jiuxing jumped up lightly, spread his arms, but it was not an offensive, but a defensive move, and retreated for a long time.

The two of them stood from the edge to the two points of Bagua Yin and Yang on the Bagua Platform.

Xie Xuan just now stabbed him, which made Zhang Jiuxing very dissatisfied. He felt that this young man was frivolous and unrestrained. He hugged his chest and made him feel that the Cang Song was welcomed by the guests. He had always had this rule in martial arts competitions.

Now, after watching Xie Xuan, he can take the first half of his moves as if he is just a decent one. He is very talented in martial arts, such as the whisk and the sword, which he never thought of.

He was happy in his heart and nodded at Xie Xuan.

The immortal opens the door, and the four symbols give birth to the four squares.

Clouds lie across the mountains, and clouds push away thousands of layers of fog.

Xie Xuan jumped over and over, and after using a set of swordsmanship, he learned more than ten tricks from Zhang Jiuxing's whisk. The two sides did not seem to be comparing the win or loss, but instead seemed to be teaching each other.

When Zhang Jiuxing saw Xie Xuan repeatedly using the old tricks, he was surprised. Could it be that he only knows this set of swordsmanship?

Standing on the stake, spreading your hands flat: "Why should you hide your own personalities? Let's fight happily." As he said that, he actually split the too long whisk handle, one hand whisk and the other hand slash.

Fengtianguan people only heard that Senior Brother Zhang practiced the whisk sword, but he never saw the whisk, but he did not see the sword. It turned out that the sword was in the whisk.

Xie Xuan did not hide it: "I only know this set of swordsmanship."

Ziwei Palace came to watch the battle and silently recorded Xie Xuan's sword moves. Some of them simply used their hands as swords and used their masters to draw a move with their brothers. It turned out that the sixty-four changes of the Nine Palace Bagua Sword can be disassembled and spliced ​​together.

In this second competition, Ziwei Zhenren never came down and stood under the platform. The Bagua stake in the square was just like a Bagua in his eyes.

He lowered his eyebrows, as if he was not looking at the sword light on the Bagua stake. The little Taoist boy presented fragrant tea and took another cloak: "Master, the wind in the mountains is cool, should you put it on?"

Ziwei's real body is strong, and he looks old, with white beard and crane hair, and his body looks very thin.

He heard the disciples say this, and smiled, took the cloak and draped it on his shoulder.

The little disciple touched the back of Ziwei's hand and it became hot and hot. Only then did he realize that he was also practicing martial arts while standing in front of the stone railing. Only then did he realize that Master was not cold at all.

Master Ziwei was standing by the railing, as if he hadn't seen the battle situation below, but when the clouds and mist came, he covered the Bagua stake platform. Master Ziwei was blown away by a brushing his sleeves.

Xie Xuan stood on the stake and watched Zhang Jiuxing pull out the short sword. It was a pity that he really wanted to see how Zhang Jiuxing's whisk sword was used, but the fragrance was about to end.

Xie Xuan stood on the wooden stake in concentration and said to Zhang Jiuxing: "Your whisk skills are very good."

As he said that, he jumped up, and the sword swung first and then slashed.

This move was mediocre, and he had used it many times. Hui Hui was opened by Zhang Jiuxing. This time, Zhang Jiuxing also raised his sword to block it.

When the sword body touched each other, his face changed drastically. Xie Xuan's sword intent was erect, stronger than every time he had just passed. He slashed Zhang Jiuxing backwards, and Xie Xuan turned his body and came out of the sword. He was so fast that he couldn't see how he was moving. He knew that a flash of cold light, and Zhang Jiuxing fell from the wooden stake.

It turned out that he was just slow-moving and deliberately repeated those tricks just for the last blow.

As soon as Zhang Jiuxing's soles were touched by the ground, the incense thread in the incense burner was extinguished.

"Xie Xuan, Sheng."

Xiaoxiao kept holding her heart, and then she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Xie Xuansheng.

Xie Xuan jumped off the stake platform and bowed to Zhang Jiuxing: "I will never be tired of deceitful soldiers."

Zhang Jiuxing thought that Xie Xuan had been acting since he came on stage, and deliberately did not abide by the rules of martial arts competition. He wanted to anger him, so he bowed to Xie Xuan.

I couldn't say a word, but I didn't expect that I would stop in the second competition.

He ran to Xie Xuan, held his arm, his eyes curled up, and Xie Xuan knocked on her forehead: "What's there to be afraid of? Will I lose?"

The Taoist boy recorded Xie Xuan's name in the roster.

Another person from Fengtian Temple came out. He lost the first game, but he couldn't lose the second game. He had to boost his morale and touched it casually and stuffed the sign into the Taoist boy's hands.

The title is sung by Taoist boy.

The Taoist boy saw that the man was covered in flesh and felt timid first. He opened the note and whispered: "Sang Xiaoxiao."

Xie Xuan frowned suddenly. The man was big and thick, not like a Taoist priest, but like a butcher selling pork. His weapons were not swords, but with a knife. He couldn't even get the small one after another.

"No, let's abstain."

Xiaoxiao saw that Xie Xuan was fighting so hard just now, and it was her turn to abstain from power, which was too embarrassing to the master. She shook her head: "I won't abstain from power."

"Obe obedient, you haven't even practiced standing in a stance, why do you compete on the stance platform?"

The man wanted to fight, but seeing Xiaoxiao's delicate appearance, he could cut off her waist with just stretching out his hand, and also said to Yiyang Zhenren: "Change one and change another."

Yiyang Zhenren raised his eyebrows: "The rules are like this. If you don't want to fight, you should abstain from it."

The big man scratched his head, turned around and said to Xiaoxiao: "You are a woman, what kind of martial arts are you?"

Xiaoxiao frowned and her voice was like a tender lion: "Why can't I compete?"

As she said that, she jumped gently and landed on the stake platform. She was already slender and graceful, with her arms stretched out like a butterfly. Although her skills were not very clever, she was better at her beautiful posture.

It also attracted a lot of praise.

The disciples of Ziwei Palace had just seen Xie Xuan's ability. When they looked at Xiaoxiao, they thought that they should have a strong kung fu skills when they came out together, and they all helped the little master.

"Fatty! Don't look at our young aunt, and one hand can beat you with both hands."

This is what Zhang Jiuxing is just now, and Xie Xuan beat him with only one sword.

After hearing this, the people from Fengtian Temple said angrily: "No matter whether it is life or death on the martial arts competition stage, Senior Brother Chu smashed your little sister with one punch. Don't say we bullied women at that time."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was slapped out of thin air, and a "pop" sounded crisp and loud.

He covered his cheek: "Who! Who did it? Don't be a shaved head...Ouch!" Another slap.

Xie Xuan stood up and said, "These two slaps are just like you cheering for my junior sister."

No one saw what he used. The man's cheeks were swollen by the slap, and he covered his mouth and couldn't speak.

Xiaoxiao stood on the stairs and waited for a long time but the big man didn't come up. She frowned slightly and asked in a clear voice: "Don't you dare to compare?"

The man was so angry that he jumped onto the stake platform: "Little girl, you are careful. My hands are heavy, my fists and feet are blind. I'm not a big deal when I touch you."

The Taoist boy inserted an incense stick into the incense burner, and the drum sounded, and the competition began.

But no one moved.

The big man said this, but if he really wanted to use a knife to cut a young girl, it seemed too much to deceive others. He also said to Xiaoxiao: "So that, don't say I bully you, I'll let you do three moves."

She has a little personality, just like Xie Xuan. Since the other party said that, she would be rude at all.

"Okay." The pronunciation of a good character has not yet fallen.

I heard the sound of "swoosh" and "swoosh" breaking through the air, and the small silver blades burst into succession, stabbing straight into the man's face.

Only then did the big man realize that she would not use the long sword because she was good at using hidden weapons. She knocked out two of them with horizontal swords, and the ones behind her came again. No matter how he moved, there were hidden weapons around her body.

The little guy stood on the wooden stake in the center of the circle, and the big man ran around the wooden stake at the edge. These hidden weapons actually turned around and didn't fall to the ground.

It seems to be controlled by a line.

The field was silent, and they all looked up at the small little girl in the center of the wooden stake. They saw her clothes fluttering, from the movement of the stake on the stand to the big man being turned around, but just lifting her sleeves.

The man was panting, and although he had no eyes on his head, he could hear the "buzzing" sound of the silver blade flying quickly. He was chased for several laps, and was shocked in his heart. Could it be that her hidden weapon had eyes?

He ran two laps and a silver blade landed on the ground with a "ding".

The big man was overjoyed. It turned out that as long as he ran long enough, the silver blade would land. As long as her hidden weapon fell to the ground, he flew up and rushed onto him. He felt a sudden evil fire in his heart. He didn't care whether she was a woman or not, and then picked up a handful and threw her out of the stake.

Xie Xuan kept guarding the audience and saw the big man's eyes showing fierce light, afraid that he would fight with his life.

The big man escaped faster and faster, but Xiaoxiao was not anxious and he was tied to her fingertips, and the silver blades were controlled by these invisible wind lines.

She had never controlled so many silver blades at once. As soon as the wind line broke, the silver blade fell under the pile.

Every time he landed, the man became more energetic. The more he ran, the less hidden weapons he felt behind him, and he looked at him slightly, and only a few silver lights remained.

He shouted loudly, turned around to the sumo wrestle, spread his arms, and was about to pounce Xiao Xiao outside the stake.

The little wrist raised and his fingertips moved slightly. The silver blade fell to the ground and soared into the air. The silver light cover that was thrust into the sky looked at the eyes, nose and ears of the man. He screamed and fell off the stage.

Everyone thought Xiaoxiao had used a hidden weapon to shoot the big man's eyes blind. The big man also reached out to cover his face. The people from Fengtianguan surrounded him and took his hand away, and saw that his face was unharmed.

When I turned my head and saw that the dozen silver blades in front of Xiaoxiao's body trembled slightly, pressing them without emitting them.

Holding the silver blade in his hand is like holding a tender branch of flowers. He retracted the silver blade into his sleeve, looked back at the incense burning halfway, and nodded to the big man: "Take it."
Chapter completed!