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Chen Qingqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He Guangjun played the unparalleled aura of the Eastern Continent in this battle, and played the madness and enthusiasm of no one else, so that the unconvinced guys in the Western Continent will know that the top monks in the Eastern Continent are not easy to mess with!
The three gambling fights are not only about trivial matters such as face and lottery, but also about luck, combat power, morale and so on.

He purposely looked to the west. That Shi Yin's face was as white as paper, and he covered his chest with his remaining left hand. His back was hunched and he could hardly move. The volley stab was obviously hard hit. He was surrounded and escorted by many experts from the Western Continent. Return to the team for treatment.

Chen Qingqiao led many fourth-rank monks to meet him, and bowed to He Guangjun, who had returned from victory, "It's hard work, Daoist! Welcome, Daoist!"

He Guangjun took a look at the miserable state of his left hand holding the stump, and grinned dryly, "You are welcome, please get up quickly, sorry for the inconvenience of He Mou, forgive me."

If Zhang Guanzhu was present, he would definitely hurt him a few words first, how could he show off his face when he was so bloody and messy with a mere sub-martial artist?
Jian Xin is still not pure enough, otherwise the sword in his hand would be faster.There is no need to exchange injuries with the opponent twice, and the second move "Vertical Sword Style" can interrupt the opponent's witchcraft.

Zhou Zhi hurriedly stepped forward, and said in a low voice: "Master He, there is a bit of burning gods and witches in your body making trouble, why don't you leave it to Zhou to take it away for the study of witchcraft?"

He Guangjun nodded with a smile, "Please, Fellow Daoist Zhou."

A thin layer of red witch fire appeared on the palms of Zhou Zhi's hands, and they twirled together in the shape of heaven and earth. His lips moved slightly and he recited a mantra silently. He quickly grabbed several handfuls of He Guangjun who was standing still without touching his robe, Wisps of black and red fire were pulled out.

In a short while, the heterogeneous witch fire that was making trouble in He Guangjun's body was collected in sevens and eighties.

He Guangjun took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "It's much more comfortable, thank you." Zhou Zhi has a specialization in surgery, and Zhou Zhi took away most of the witch fires, saving him a lot of energy and time.

He can easily dispel the few remaining alien witch fires, and he doesn't bother the opponent to touch the body with his palm to carefully investigate.

Zhou Zhi didn't take credit for it, he kneaded a small black and red flame into his palm, and said with a smile: "For me, this is a rare and good thing, you don't have to be polite, Daoist He."

Walking back to the front of the team, Chen Qingqiao waved his hands to set up isolation and restraints. He personally helped He Guangjun, who had made great contributions, to reconnect his amputated limbs. Compared with the rebirth of amputated limbs, this difficulty is much less difficult.

The second match was played by Monk Yuanshan from the Shi family of Great Liang, and the middle field was narrowed to about eight miles by Fang Bailan.

From the opposite side flew out a young woman wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, with a small and exquisite figure, a clear face, bright eyes and white teeth, and a natural smile hanging from the corners of her mouth.

"Eastern Continent, Great Liang Yuanshan met the female benefactor!"

"The monk is polite, and the breeze in the Western Continent is graceful and polite when watching deer!"

The two greeted each other about three miles apart. Following Fang Bailan's "Start", the monk drew out his saber and rushed forward fiercely.

In the hand of the woman Lu Pianran appeared a three-dimensional hollowed-out dark copper-colored Dharma plate engraved with gossip, mantras, strange secret texts, etc., with half-slapped seals. Different runes of light.

The talisman light was like snowflakes, scattered in the air and melted.

The noisy spectator monks fell silent, no longer whispering about the previous victories.

Zhuang Yu and Chen Zhong calculated by sound transmission that as long as they win another game, the senior sister who is waiting alone for the third one will not have to fight. After watching the cruel betting fight between Daoist He and the Wu Wuzhe, and the bloody victory, he really doesn't want to fight. The senior sister is fighting for her life.

He knew that his senior sister's swordsmanship was superb, and fighting and fighting in the Duxian Islands was commonplace, very powerful, not comparable to him, a rookie who is good at fighting and hiding except for running away.

But an opponent who can represent a continent is obviously not weak.

In his opinion, it would be better if he could avoid it, and it would be great to win both games, so as to make those guys in the Western Continent feel ashamed.

Shui Qing closed his eyes slightly at this moment, his face was a little tired, and his aura was changing subtly.

She used her eyes to watch He Daochang every time he took out the sword, all kinds of details, the turning of the sword energy, and the changes of the sword intent all appeared. With her "cooperating with the meaning" sword state, she spied He Daochang

The combination of the purity of kendo pursuit and the analysis of the two by her master helped her gain a lot.

Especially He Daochang's last pricking prick, it seemed that a ray of light suddenly split a long-standing confusion, and she also vaguely felt the aura that she couldn't grasp.

I heard the master said several times that he was brazenly bullied by Daoist He and forced him to compete, and he learned the immortal guide from Daoist He during the battle. Since then, master's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds .

The first thing she practiced was a flat stab, every day, every year, until now she has never stopped practicing.

Closing her eyes and stabbing with a sword, she can superimpose four sword qi.The power is almost equal to the ultimate skill.

Now, inspired by He Daochang's point pricking, she has mastered the technique of condensing the sword energy at one point.

Aftertaste, go through all the insights in your mind to make sure you haven't forgotten them.

Shui Qingru opened his eyes and looked into the fierce battle field, only to see the five big and three thick monk Yuanshan caught in a complex formation drawn by talisman lights, up and down, left and right, all directions are like water, there are too many layers and layers intertwined, Pale golden rays of light bloomed from the monk's body, and he swung his knife and slashed at the talisman formation one after another, trying to break through the formation.

"It's very difficult for Yuan Shan to break free from the Tianluo Talisman Light Formation."

"Yuan Shan is too impatient, he should act steadily and slowly push that female talisman master to the border."

"Lu Pianran's talisman skills are really good, and his tactics are appropriate, while Yuanshan's long-distance attack methods are insufficient."

Several fourth-level masters behind him discussed and exchanged in low voices, and they all saw that Monk Yuanshan was in decline, and there were no accidents in this one, basically it was like this.

Shui Qingru's face was as usual, she restrained her breath and slowly gained momentum, preparing for the next game.

In the arena, Lu Pianran turned his right hand to the dark copper talisman plate held by his left hand, and the talisman light besieging Monk Yuanshan spun rapidly, forming a huge vortex of talisman light shining with brilliance. With his right hand, he shouted coquettishly, "Let's go!"

When the involuntary Monk Yuanshan reappeared, he had already been moved outside the circle.

There was no damage at all, but it was embarrassing. The female talisman master was too cautious, and her evasion speed was faster than him. She always kept a distance of about two miles and went around in circles. He rushed close twice, but was moved by the woman with the blinding talisman Fu Ge dodged in the past.

The moment he seized the opportunity to rush closer again, he realized that it was too late to back out.

There were only three things, and he lost face.

"In the second round, Lu Pianran won the Western Continent!"

Following Fang Bailan's announcement, bursts of cheers broke out among the monks in the west.

Shui Qingru slowly flew towards the middle battlefield, and when she heard the voice of "Senior sister, be careful" from behind, she ignored it, her mood was calm, and there was a fighting spirit rising in her eyes.

She never fought for herself.

Flying out from the opposite side was a ring-eyed brawny man with a messy beard, disheveled hair, wearing a black suit, and a pair of purple-black cloud-walking boots.

"Western Continent, Zi Lei Sect's barbarian, here to ask for advice!"

"Eastern Continent, Daan Chaoshui is as clear as water!"

Following Fang Bailan's "Start", the two people in the field drew their swords and rushed forward at the same time.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yue Anyan's mouth. A few days ago, she intentionally browsed through the materials collected by Zhuang Yu about the major sects in the Western Continent. The Purple Thunder Sect was among them. In addition to Lei Fa, the reckless Western barbarian is also a famous swordsman who kills and cuts fiercely.

It's interesting, a swordsman who is good at thunder is going to fight sword with Shui Qingru who owns the thunder beast.

She knew that Shui Qingru had been instructed by the temple master to carry the Thunder Beast to the thunder cloud layer every time there was a thunderstorm, so that the Thunder Beast could fill the sky and the earth with joy. The little beast looked harmless to humans and animals, and was born to swallow thunder and lightning .

The two sides hit it off immediately, and the hedge flew nearly two hundred feet away.

For third-tier monks, the maximum attack power can be exerted within three hundred feet, and there is enough room to maneuver, so that they will not be unable to retreat. Of course, they can also attack from five hundred feet or eight hundred feet away. Attacking is not very convenient, and it will cause the power to be scattered, and the gain outweighs the loss.

The barbarian roared like thunder, "Go!"

Dark Purple Long Sword
Danced a mysterious trick of thunder and sword flowers, the thunder echoed faintly in the sky on a sunny day, the wind suddenly blew up, and the waves on the sea oscillated accordingly.

A beam of egg-thick purple thunder, like a sharp sword, descended from the sky, slashing and killing the woman who was still rushing forward in an instant.

Thunderbolt is known for its attack speed. At such a close range, there is almost no possibility of dodging except hard contact.

The corner of Ximanzi's mouth showed a cunning smile, don't you think he is a rough man because of his rough looks?
His attack method is quite delicate, every detail is precise. After the first blow, he will be blasted into scum one after another by his thunder sword. Apart from admitting defeat, he can't think of any other way for the female swordsman to fight him?

The woman raised her left hand to lead, and a strange thing happened that shocked everyone's eyes. The mighty purple thunder sword seemed to be slipping under the feet of a person walking in the mud, and it was obviously overstepping. It turned and pierced the woman's left sleeve, colliding with it There was a dazzling thunder.

So shiny!

The ray of light shrouded the figure of the woman.

The next moment, Ximanzi screamed and swung his sword to resist, and the purple thunder light spread all over his body like countless shields.

Hearing a series of "ding dong", Ximanzi was quite embarrassed by the stabbing of the bead-like sword energy, and retreated quickly. He was careless and fell into the trap of the woman. The woman's sword repair has the means to restrain his thunder sword.

With a scream, Xi Manzi was hit by a sword in his chest, blood spattered, and he rolled and threw purple lightning fragments all over the sky, crashing out of the circle of the battlefield.

The thunder that erupted there became more and more dazzling, and there seemed to be a white shadow moving in a trance.

"Good swordsmanship!"

He Guangjun, who had already connected the severed limb, showed envy and appreciation in his eyes.

Zhang Guanzhu has taken in a good apprentice.

I only watched it once, and learned the essence of his "point pricking" style. The sword light is condensed in one point and becomes invisible.
Congratulations, the sword repair team has added another general!
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(Coincidentally, Lao Yan finished writing this story in one go, without leaving a tail, and the fellow Taoists praised him so much, thank you)