The competition among the successors of the "Four Greatests in the World".

What a shocking grand occasion, the crowd was excited. Even the big guys in the stands were excited.

The Nine Sage King Wanyan Jingtai said leisurely:

"It seems that the 'special order' of Tianyong Sword Academy is indeed effective. It recruited disciples from the four masters of the world as soon as it was launched. If it could be used by me, Donghan, it would be a great contribution."

Dongfang Bai of Tianlu Academy said loudly:

"What Your Highness Nine Wise King said is very true, but all the disciples who entered the final of the Tianyong Sword Academy came from the Gentiles. I wonder if President Fu has the responsibility of dereliction of duty."

Qiu Qianhai, the director of Tianzuo Sword Academy, and Yan Xiaofeng, the head of Tiancheng Sword Palace, almost said in unison: "What Director Dongfang said is very true. If Donghan's disciples do not cultivate them, they will actually cultivate Gentile disciples!"

In the top four of this competition, three academies had no results, and Tianyong Sword Academy occupied three seats, so the three deans couldn't help but complain and took their anger at Fu Chaoxi, the dean of Tianyong Sword Academy.

The Nine Wise King Wanyan Jingtai said sternly: "The 'Special Order' launched by Tianyong Sword Academy is the meaning of His Majesty today, aiming to recruit talents from the five countries and make preliminary preparations for unifying the world."

When the three deans heard this, they looked at each other and stopped talking. Qiu Qianhai, the director of Tianzuo Sword Academy, said loudly:

"Fortunately, the Xuantian Sect entered the finals, otherwise the competition held in Zhongduo would not have been shortlisted at the final stage, so wouldn't the Gentiles laugh at it?"

Jiang Tianci had a majestic expression and said calmly: "Thank you, Dean Qiu, for your praise. This is my duty, and it is my duty."

Mei Tingao, the Marquis of Zhenguo, said loudly: "Director Fu, these three are all talented people and the leaders of the younger generation. I, the Datong Army, have all accepted them."

Fu Chaoxi laughed and said in a humorous tone: "Thank you to the Marquis' love, after the game, I will recommend them to serve in the 'Datong Army', but if I don't go, I can't control it."

Everyone laughed and looked at the martial arts show.

At this time, Qi Shaofeng from Beiqi Chongjian Villa and Jiang Fangyuan from Xuantian Sect started fighting.

Qi Shaofeng used a black iron heavy sword, which was wider, thicker, longer and heavier than an ordinary sword, and was four feet long and twice as much as an ordinary sword.

However, Qi Shaofeng was extremely relaxed when he splashed, and was chic and smooth, and felt as if he was light.

The green sword in Jiang Fangyuan's hand is simple and exquisite, emitting a bright blue light, which is a light and beautiful sword.

One heavy and one light, two different styles stage a stormy battle.

Jiang Fangyuan raised his sword eyebrows, raised his green sword, and rushed up. Wherever the sword tip went, there was a burning coldness. The "Xuantian Sword Technique" spread out along the way.

Even though Qi Shaofeng was swung the heavy sword in his hand, he also felt the fierce attack of the Qingmang Sword.

What a good Qi Shaofeng is worthy of being the direct disciple of Bai Xiaosong of the "Heavy Sword Villa". His strong internal force is poured into the sword, and the weight of the Xuan Iron Heavy Sword itself, the "Nine Heavy Sword Styles" open and open with the trend. His momentum is so bold that he has the power of thunder.

After more than thirty moves, Jiang Fangyuan made no achievements. Two times he was almost injured by Qi Shaofeng's thick heavy sword.

Mei Wanting, who was in the audience, looked at him, his expression changed with the fight on the stage, and he felt worried about Jiang Fangyuan.

The woman's mind is quite strange. She thinks that she has amazing internal strength and has always been conceited and has a higher eye than the top. Since she was defeated by Jiang Fangyuan, she suddenly felt strange about this heroic and generous man.

Long Qingyun saw the clues and was a little unhappy, and said aloud: "Don't worry, if I guess well, Jiang Fangyuan will use the Xuantian Sect's magical art "Blood Handprint" next."

Mei Wanting couldn't help but be stunned and glanced at Long Qingyun. She also felt strange. Long Qingyun usually has a smile on his face, so why does he feel sour at this time? Is he jealous?

Thinking of this, Mei Wanting felt a little happy. Although this guy is not as tall and majestic as Jiang Fangyuan, he is definitely not an ordinary person to enter the semi-finals.

Long Qingyun was a little jealous of Long Xiaotian in his spiritual sense, but it was also a matter of a moment. At this time, he was staring at Jiang Fangyuan in the martial arts field with all his attention.

Suddenly!

Jiang Fangyuan jumped back several feet away, and Qi Shaofeng was stunned and did not chase after him. Jiang Fangyuan retreated to the edge of the martial arts stage, put down the Qingmang sword, and walked towards Qi Shaofeng with bare hands.

The crowd was striking and there was an uproar.

At this time, Jiang Fangyuan walked to the middle and suddenly stopped. His legs spread out parallel, then squatted down. His palms were facing forward and pushed out smoothly.

The movements are concise and skillful, and they are done in one go. The hands are as red as blood, and they instantly turn aurora!

Mo Zhixuan exclaimed in surprise:

"Bloody Handprint!"

Fu Chaoxi in the stands was also quite shocked and said in a deep voice: "Master Jiang, did you still let your nephew use the evil kung fu 'blood handprint'?"

Jiang Tianci raised his sword eyebrows and said, "Oh, are there any regulations that cannot be used? Fists and feet are blind, life and death are from heaven. Since you are standing on the martial arts stage, you must accept all the challenges."

Mei Tingao, the Marquis of Zhenguo, was also quite afraid of the "blood handprints" of Xuantian Sect, so he studied this set of exercises deeply, and said loudly:

"Director Fu doesn't have to worry too much. Although this 'blood handprint' is vicious and cruel, it will cause backlash when encountering a real master's counterattack. The martial arts of these two people are in the same position, and the disciples of Xuantian Sect may not succeed."

Mei Tingao said this lightly, calling Jiang Fangyuan "a disciple of Xuantian Sect". It seems that his favor for Jiang Fangyuan was also gone because of his use of "blood handprints".

It is important to know that a person's mind will be affected by kung fu. If you practice poison attack for a long time, a person's mind will also have a subtle influence.

If a person is infiltrated and attacked for a long time, would you say that he is kind-hearted and chivalrous?

Only fools think so.

Of course Mei Wanting was not a fool. At this time, she saw Jiang Fangyuan's palm appearing reddish-brown, and a touch of hideousness floated on his broad nose and square face. Mei Wanting suddenly lost her appearance and couldn't believe her eyes.

In his mind, Jiang Fangyuan held the Qingmang Sword in his hand and used the exquisite "Xuantian Sword Technique" to defeat him, but his heroic posture was gone at this time.

"Clang!"

The black iron heavy sword fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Qi Shaofeng shook and almost fell down. He looked shocked and bowed to Jiang Fangyuan and said:

"I lost!" Then he sat cross-legged and took the exercise, and obviously suffered severe internal injuries. Duan Yushu in the crowd jumped to the martial arts stage and sat cross-legged to treat Qi Shaofeng's injury.

Everyone was extremely surprised.

After fighting with Jiang Fangyuan for more than 30 rounds, Qi Shaofeng, who was equally matched, was seriously injured after Jiang Fangyuan used the "Bloody Handprint".

At this time, Jiang Fangyuan stood on the martial arts stage, his eyes glowing green and his face full of ferocious expressions.

The applause was sparse at the beginning. Some people thought that the "blood handprint" was too vicious and a bit unfair, so they did not applaud.

Gradually, the applause became louder, and the "Bloody Handprint" won after all. Sometimes, the cruelty of the war is more dangerous than the competition on the martial arts stage.

Donghan is a country that advocates force. If Jiang Fangyuan wins, he wins. This is a fact.

The applause of the audience was thunderous, this was applause for the strong,

Mei Wanting doesn't think so. She can't accept such vicious skills in her heart.

At this time, Mei Wanting stood there in a daze, her eyes were dull, only in one hour, from affection, admiration to shock and disappointment, what kind of mental journey did the flower girl experience when she changed her emotional changes towards Jiang Fangyuan?

Only Mei Wanting knew in her heart that she looked at Long Qingyun beside her with mixed feelings.

At this time, Long Qingyun stood on the spot, and was reviewing the ways of Jiang Fangyuan's bloody handprint just now.

This person's "blood handprint" skills.

Compared with Park Xibai and Ling Aofeng, it is much more exquisite.
Chapter completed!