"One sword turns into seven stars!"

Qing'er was calm and shook his sword and turned into seven cold lights. He turned into seven stars with one sword.

Everyone stared at the two people.

"This girl actually uses the martial arts of Tianjian Pavilion! It's interesting!" Master Qiu Ming laughed.

The heads of several other sects also showed a look of surprise. This little girl actually used the sword technique of Tianjian Pavilion.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!"

The two swords collided seven times in a row, and Liu Changsheng retreated repeatedly, his face pale. His skills were still much worse than Qing'er. He fought hard for seven swords just now, which made him feel turbulent in his internal organs, and his throat was sweet and he vomited blood.

"Take it!" Qing'er put away his long sword.

Liu Changsheng's right hand kept trembling and said in a low voice: "Thank you, my sister, for showing mercy!"

"Kakukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

At this time, the long sword in Liu Changsheng's hand sounded and broke into seven pieces!

There are seven gaps in Qing'er's sword.

Two disciples rushed over to Tianjian Pavilion and helped Liu Changsheng walk down.

"This is the sword I borrowed! I won't let me lose money, right?" Qing'er smiled bitterly at the seven gaps on the long sword.

This battle allowed the other five sects to see the gap between Tianjian Pavilion and itself.

"I don't know which hero is coming to experience it!" Qing'er said loudly.

There are still some people present at martial arts, including the heads of various sects, several guardians of Tianjian Pavilion, Bai Yexue, Nangong Tao, and Qiu Ming Zhenren. These people have to be better than Qing'er's martial arts. However, this martial arts conference has been clearly stated that only young people under the age of thirty can participate, and Bai Yexue is a member of the court and is difficult to take action.

After seeing the battle between Liu Changsheng and Qing'er, young heroes from various sects measured their martial arts and found that they were no match for the two.

For a moment, Qing'er actually overwhelmed the heroes.

Several heads were secretly anxious. This was a martial arts conference held to make their disciples famous. How could such a wild girl make even worse!

Just when these people were anxious, a young girl came to Ximen Wanhua.

"Dad, why don't I do it!"

This girl is Ximen Wanhua's only beloved daughter, Ximen Tingyu.

"Ting the rain..." Ximen Wanhua looked at his daughter, gritted his teeth, and said, "Remember, if it is not an opponent, retreat immediately! Don't hold on!"

"Don't worry! Dad!" Tingyu kissed his father on the cheek, then ran to Liu Changsheng: "Changsheng, don't worry! I'll avenge you!"

Liu Changsheng's face suddenly turned red: "Junior sister, you...you must be careful! This Qing'er girl has a very profound skill. She must win with her swordsmanship. Never compete with her internal strength!"

"I have a sense of responsibility!" Tingyu laughed and walked onto the ring.

The disciple next to him looked at Liu Changsheng and said, "Senior Brother Changsheng, since you like Senior Sister, why don't you say it out!"

"You have to care!"

...

"I have met Miss Qing'er in Ximen Tingyu!" Tingyu said with a smile.

"A little sister is here!" Qing'er looked at Tingyu carefully. She was a very pretty girl, seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a green dress, and a long sword in her hand, full of heroic spirit.

"Who can win these two girls?" Xingchen asked.

Bai Yexue thought for a while and said, "In terms of skill alone, Qing'er is stronger. But Tingyu, as the only beloved daughter of the Master of Ximen Pavilion, might have some powerful tricks, so..."

"So the outcome is unpredictable!" Xingchen said.

Both girls were on guard and were about to break out!

After a big battle with Liu Changsheng just now, Qing'er no longer dared to underestimate the young talents here.

"please!"

"please!"

Just as the two girls were about to take action, a loud noise suddenly came from the front hall of the villa.

"What happened?" Ximen Wanhua was shocked. It was not the devil's man who called him up!

Immediately afterwards, two children from Tianjian Pavilion flew in from outside.

Come on, from the posture, it is obviously someone thrown in.

Ximen Wanhua moved his feet and reached out to grab the two disciples.

"What happened? Say it quickly!" Ximen Wanhua drank.

"People, someone has entered outside!" said a disciple.

"Who? Is it a magical way? How many people are there?" Ximen Wanhua shouted.

"The Lord of the Pavilion, it's not a demon, there's only one person!" said another disciple.

Ximen Wanhua was stunned. At this time, a young man walked in from outside.

Suddenly, everyone present focused their eyes on the boy.

The boy looked seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a strong outfit, his hair was casually spread on his shoulders, and a scimitar was attached to his waist.

At this time, he walked in from outside step by step and shouted loudly: "Aren't you martial arts conference here? Why don't you let me in?"

Ximen Wanhua looked at the boy, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said calmly: "Young hero, have an invitation!"

"No!" the young man said simply.

"What kind of sect and sect is that young hero?" Ximen Wanhua asked.

"I am worshiping Yue Sect!" The young man came to Ximen Wanhua, with his momentum not weak at all.

"What a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers~ Hehe, it's so good to be young!" said Master Qiu Ming, looking at the young man at the gate.

"Waiyue Sect? I have never heard of it! Young man, if you leave now, I can leave without blame!" Ximen Wanhua's voice was a little gloomy.

"Old man, who are you~" the young man looked at Ximen Wanhua.

"I am the master of Tianjian Pavilion!" Ximen Wanhua said.

"Tianjian Pavilion? I haven't heard of it!" The boy dug his ears with his little finger, looking calm.

Ximen Wanhua was furious and reached out to grab the boy's wrist. He wanted to teach the boy a lesson.

But Ximen Wanhua's eyes flashed, and the boy actually passed Ximen Wanhua at some point and came to the center of the arena.

"What a quick body movement!" Ximen Wanhua was shocked.

Not only him, but even the other leaders, Bai Yexue and Nangong Tao, did not see clearly how this young man came to the center of the ring.

True Man Qiu Ming frowned, only he could see clearly.

Xingchen squinted his eyes, it was interesting now.

Ximen Wanhua was slightly embarrassed and withdrew his hand angrily.

With this skill alone, this young man is qualified to participate in the martial arts conference.

"These two sisters, my name is Yuekuang, and they are the head of the Baiyue Sect. They can barely get through martial arts. Who do you two want to marry me as your wife!" The young man Yuekuang said with a smile.

Suddenly, there was an uproar on the ring.

"This silly boy!" Xingchen covered his stomach so much that he was so happy that he couldn't breathe.

Qing'er has been involved in the world with her sister since childhood. She has seen anyone like this. When she saw Yuekuang, she smiled slightly and didn't care.

But Tingyu is a lady from a family, but she never encountered such a thing. Her pretty face turned red, she was shy and angry.

"Dengtuzi!" Tingyu pulled his sword and stabbed Yuekuang in the chest.

The sword was fast and urgent, and Tingyu used twelve points of strength.

Yue Kuang was calm and pulled out his crescent moon knife.

This crescent moon knife has a thin body and a shaped shape like a crescent moon. I have never seen such a weapon in the world.

The swords and swords intersected, and the long sword in Tingyu's hand was cut off.

The disciples of Tianjian Pavilion were almost all martial arts on a long sword. Tingyu lost the long sword and retreated continuously. Yue Kuang did not pursue him and looked at Tingyu with a smile.

Liu Chang under the ring was so angry that his teeth were itchy: "Junior sister, take the sword!"

Liu Changsheng threw a long sword from outside.

"Ah... Senior brother, that's my sword..." A young junior brother screamed miserably.

Tingyu took the long sword and was happy, and was secretly grateful to Liu Changsheng.

"Look at the sword!" Tingyu shouted softly, and the long sword cut off Yue Kuang's legs.

Yue Kuang waved the Xinyue Knife, and the long sword in Tingyu's hand was cut off for the second time.

Ximen Wanhua, who was standing beside him, took his sword

:"Daughter, go ahead!"
To be continued...