Long Ming's mouth and nose were covered with blood, and his eyes were filled with fear. Although the injuries were not serious, for Long Ming, who had never dared to hit him since childhood, his worldview had already appeared cracks.

"Don't... beat..." Long Ming said vaguely.

Mo Qi kicked Long Ming's lower abdomen, and Long Ming was kicked to the ground with one kick, covering his stomach with both hands, and constantly spasming.

Mo Qi came to Long Ming's body, grabbed Long Ming's hair, pulled his head up, looked at Long Ming's bloody face and said, "No matter what the reason is, this is the martial arts conference, not the place for you to play house. Since you are here, you must be mentally prepared to be beaten. Do you understand? Boy?"

"I... understand... understand!" Long Ming said vaguely.

The snot, tears, blood, and saliva merged together, and the whole body was trembling like a ravaged little girl.

Demon Qi turned his head and looked at Xingchen on the high zodiac sign.

"Be careful of Demon Seven!" The Demon Cloth suddenly exclaimed.

"Bang"

Long Ming used all his skills and punched Mo Qi in the chest.

Everyone present covered their mouths.

Long Sheng was so angry that he almost passed away.

Are you kidding about the Eight-Level Xuantian Immortal Art?

The Demon Qi turned his head, unscathed, and looked down at Long Ming from a high place.

Long Ming's fist was still pressing against Mo Qi's chest, and his finger bones were creaking.

It should have been cut off.

Long Ming's eyes showed an unbelievable look, he took back his broken finger, then stretched out his other hand and patted Mo Qi's clothes: "Is there a mosquito inside... there is a puff~"

The Demon Seven grabbed Long Ming's head and pressed it directly on the bluestone arena.

The entire ring trembled a little.

"No one will die!" Long Sheng said worriedly. After all, he was his own son.

"My subordinates are very sensible! They won't beat Emperor Changsun to death! At most, half dead!" Xingchen said with a smile.

This time, Long Ming had completely lost consciousness and fainted on the ring.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Thousands of people under the ring cheered warmly.

It's so satisfying to play!

Liu Changsheng smiled bitterly and shouted loudly: "The winner, Demon Sect Demon Seven!"

Although the strength gap between the two sides is too large, Long Ming's identity is too special. Some people have speculated before that Demon Seven will admit defeat like others.

Several guards ran over and lifted Long Ming down.

After prosecution, it was found that Long Ming had indeed suffered some skin injuries, which made Long Sheng breathe.

"Next game! Tiangong Ling Luotian fights against Demon Sect Demon Thirteen!"

Ling Luotian is still wearing white clothes and has a confident expression.

Mo Shisan looked at Ling Luotian in front of him and silently drew out his soft sword.

"Please!" Ling Luotian smiled.

The Demon Thirteenth One move is his best sword technique.

Since Ling Luotian attended the martial arts conference, he has not shown all his strength.

This is a kind of self-confidence and a kind of self-confidence.

Ling Luotian pinched his fingers into a sword, and the sinister sword energy was more than three feet long.

"Auki-gathering blade!"

Mo Shisan was shocked. Although he had already expected that the martial arts of the people in the Heavenly Palace must be very high, he did not expect that they would be so high.

Qing Meng, who was meditating, opened her eyes and looked at it. A hint of boredom appeared in her eyes, and closed her eyes again.

The Qi-gathering Blade was able to do it when I was seven years old, but Ling Luotian’s Qi-gathering Blade was obviously not very skilled.

Although he was not skilled, he had already forced the Demon Thirteen to danger.

The Thirteen Demon Sword Technique changed, and the transformation sword technique appeared again, and I wanted to stick to Ling Luotian's Qi Blade to exercise my strength.

, but the Qi Blade is the opponent's true qi. No matter how you gather strength on the Qi Blade, the final internal force will still flow into Ling Luotian's own body.

"I began to think of a way to crack your sword technique after seeing it. In your battle with Lu Yong, Lu Yong used a heavy stick, and you used a soft sword, and the speed of changing moves was much faster than the other party. And no matter how powerful the opponent's iron stick was, you could turn it into invisible with this set of sword techniques! So in the end, Lu Yong had to admit defeat!"

"And I chose the Qi Blade. In comparison, it is lighter and faster than your soft sword, and my skills are stronger. If this continues, you will not only not be able to resolve my sword energy, but will instead be caused by my sword energy! This is a solution I thought about for a few days before I came up with!" Ling Luotian said proudly.

After all, Mo Thirteen was too young, and his most proud swordsmanship was broken by others, and he was in a mess.

The Demon Thirteen was confused and the outcome of the game was decided.

Ling Luotian saw a chance and knocked Demon Thirteen out of the arena with one palm.

"This Ling Luotian is probably a strong enemy!" Mo Qi whispered.

"What? I don't have confidence!" Magic Clothing asked with a smile.

"I didn't fight, I don't know! But judging from the battle between him and Mo Thirteen, he should be a master of swordsmanship. If I can break my Xuantian Immortal Art, I will definitely lose. If I can't break it, I can beat him to death!" Mo Qi said.

"Leave it to fate? It's not like your personality!" said the magic costume.

"Who will be the next game?" asked Demon Qi.

"Demon Si and Qingmeng." Demonic Clothes said with a wry smile.

Now, all the rest are truly top masters.

How high Qing Meng's martial arts is still an unknown number. No one can block Qing Meng's sword when fighting Qing Meng.

Ning'er's martial arts can be seen from the bloody abuse of the Black Wind Saint Hei Lian'er.

Not to mention Yue Kuang, he was already a top-notch master in the world ten years ago, and even more terrifying ten years later. Some people even secretly speculated that Yue Kuang's martial arts had reached the level of the Three Saints of the Taoist Sect that broke the Beidi Army back then.

Not to mention meeting Qing Meng, even if Mo Si meets anyone, he will lose, and there is no suspense.

The Demon Four was depressed. It was not that he didn't work hard, but that the opponent was too terrifying.

Demon Seven patted Demon Si's shoulder: "Just do your best!"

The Demon Nodded and came to the ring.

Qingmeng slowly walked onto the ring.

"Sister Qingmeng, be gentler in a while and treat you to dinner tonight!" Mo Si showed a flattering smile.

"Okay! I'll decide what to eat!" Qing Meng said.

The Demon Four drew out the long sword, relaxed all over, and the tip of the sword hanged low.

"Huh? Void Sword?" Qing Meng was stunned.

A cold light flashed, and the Demon Four stabbed Qing Meng's shoulder with a quick lightning. Many sword masters present exclaimed.

I didn't expect that there was such a sword-using master among the Thirteenth Demon.

Especially Tianjian Pavilion.

"Master, this sword is exactly the same as the sword technique of Senior Brother Dongfang back then!" Liu Changsheng came to Ximen Wanhua and whispered.

"Well! It's really similar! But there's still something different! It's not as good as your senior brother Dongfang!" Although Ximen Wanhua lost his right hand, his eyesight was still there. You can tell at a glance that the "Void Sword" of Demon Four's similar shape but not spirit!

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

The tip of the Demon Four's sword had already touched Qing Meng's clothes.

Qing Meng stretched out two fingers and gently clamped Mo Si's long sword.

Suddenly, Mo Si felt that Qingmeng's fingers were cast by black iron, and no matter how hard he tried, the long sword would not move at all.

"This gap is really too big!" Mo Si could only smile bitterly.

Qingmeng's Haohai Jing is a great success, and the internal force is the best in the world, plus the Void Sword...

How strong is his actual combat ability? It is still an unknown number. Anyway, it is not something that the Demon Four can test.

"Where did you learn your Void Sword? You learned it from the Fairy Sister

"Qing Meng asked.

"Sister Fairy?" Mo Si looked confused: "What the hell is the Void Sword?"

Qing Meng sighed, it seemed that this person was completely unaware of it. With a light wave of his fingers, the Four Demons felt an unparalleled force coming from the sword body. He wanted to send the long sword, but found that his hand seemed to be stuck to the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't even let it go.

The demon four walked around in the air for more than ten times and fell heavily to the ground.

"It hurts so much!" Mo Si slowly stood up with his sword leaning on his body.

I found myself only one step below the ring.

"Oh? Is the power wrong?" Qing Meng tilted his little head, pointed his fingertips, and a long sword condensed by true qi and sword intent that could be seen almost naked eyes appeared in Qing Meng's hand. With a casual wave, the Qi Blade came out of his hand, shocking the Demon Four from the ring.
To be continued...