Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 47 Artistic Conception Shows Power (Please collect, please recommend tickets!)

Among the Luyan thirteen sects, the Changfeng sect that Chu Lin belongs to and the Iron Sword sect that Zhao Nanxing belongs to are the strongest, while the Huajian sect and Fuchen sect rank in the middle.

The two young men fighting at this moment are the two weakest sects among the thirteen sects.

After hundreds of moves, the second senior brother from the Flying Kick School defeated the senior senior brother from the Finger Flick School.

The two had just finished fighting, and immediately two more came out to start a new round of competition.

After three quarters of an hour, masters from eight sects have already entered the stage one after another.

Shi Xiaole observed carefully, compared secretly, and found that with his current strength, if he didn't use his artistic conception, he could probably rank in the middle of these masters.

"Empty Smashing Knife!"

On the slope, He Houhua from Fuchenmen jumped down from the tree and slashed out fiercely.

His opponent was Zhao Nanxing, nicknamed Iron Sword Killing Palm.

"Good come."

Zhao Nanxing laughed loudly, his body moved like a loach in the jungle, while avoiding the air-shattering knife technique, the iron sword weighing a hundred catties in his hand slammed ten times in a row, and slashed at He Houhua with a special frequency.

The third-rate high-grade swordsmanship, the ten-strength lore sword.

lb!
The blade light shattered, He Houhua staggered back, his face paled by three points.

In terms of martial arts realm, he is not inferior to Zhao Nanxing, but his internal strength is not as good.The other party has stepped into the half-step state of receiving Qi not long ago.

"Assignment."

Zhao Nanxing laughed loudly, glanced at the calm Chu Lin, and walked back to the cheering Iron Sword Sect disciples.

"It seems that Chu Lin and Zhao Nanxing are the first and second this time."

Many disciples present looked at each other in blank dismay. Since they had guessed the result before, they were not too surprised.

"Brother Yuan, please."

Chu Lin came on stage and looked at Yuan Qiuwei with a smile.

"Brother, be careful."

Amid the reminders from the disciples of the Sword Painting School, Yuan Qiuwei stepped forward to fight.

However, to everyone's surprise, Yuan Qiuwei's strength was obviously three points stronger than that of He Houhua, making it difficult for Chu Lin to win easily.

"Yuan Qiuwei."

He Houhua read aloud, his eyes flickered.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Yuan, you are hiding deep enough, so it turns out that you are almost halfway through."

Although Chu Lin was laughing, there was a certain kind of gloomy evil spirit in the laughter, and said: "But I advise Junior Brother Yuan to admit defeat, otherwise one of us will be seriously injured."

Yuan Qiuwei shouldered the mission of the sect, and said indifferently after hearing the words: "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Chu."

"it is good."

Chu Lin suddenly withdrew and retreated sharply, as if a faint phantom had appeared in the void due to his high speed.The next moment, he charged forward again and rushed out at a faster speed.

"A sword without a shadow, Senior Brother Chu has come up with a unique move."

The Changfeng Sect disciples laughed heartily and felt relieved.

On the other hand, among the disciples of the Sword Painting School, many of them showed solemn and worried expressions.

Yuan Qiuwei took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand danced quickly under the strange swing of his body, making the three-foot radius densely covered with sword light.

One of the three great skills of the Sword Painting School, the Windless Willow Sword.

laugh!
Chu Lin's sword only stabbed halfway, but was blocked by Yuan Qiuwei's sword, and the attack was immediately stalled.

At the same time, seeing Yuan Qiuwei's waist twisted, the long sword brushed against the opponent's blade, cutting towards Chu Lin at an extremely strange angle.

"No, Brother Chu is in danger!"

The disciples of the Changfeng School widened their eyes, as if they had seen something incredible.

"Get out of here."

Seeing that he was in danger, Chu Lin suddenly shouted: "Jianjian Liuguang!" With the force of both hands, the long sword seemed to break away from the shackles of his body, and cut off Yuan Qiuwei's attack.

boom!
The ground was pierced by the sword energy of the two to create a small hole several feet away.

The next moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.The soil around the small pit loosened for a while, then collapsed in an instant, and Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei fell down together.

"Senior Brother Chu!"

"Big Brother!"

The disciples of the Changfeng School and the Sword Painting School turned pale with shock, and the disciples of the other eleven schools were also dumbfounded.

Everyone stood around the deep pit, seeing the darkness inside and the bottomless depth, they couldn't help having a bad premonition in their hearts.Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei are already dead, right?
"What should we do now?"

someone asked.

Zhao Nanxing stood up and said with twinkling eyes: "This matter must be reported to the teacher, but before that, we have to settle the matter of San Shengcao. According to the previous agreement, my Iron Sword Sect will be the first. Do you have any objections?" ?”

"Why, did you beat Senior Brother Chu?"

A Changfeng sect disciple questioned.

"Chu Lin himself is not lucky, and now he can't find anyone, and Zhao has nothing to do."

Zhao Nanxing said lightly.

That Changfeng sect disciple scolded: "How shameless!"

Snapped!
As soon as the words fell, Zhao Nanxing suddenly jumped up, slapped the disciple a few meters away, and said coldly: "Be careful with your words."

"Zhao Nanxing, don't bully people too much!"

Seeing this, the other eight disciples of the Changfeng Sect quit.

Zhao Nanxing laughed and said: "Are you not convinced? Well, come out and compete with Zhao, who can win Zhao, Zhao will turn around and leave."

The disciples of the Changfeng Sect were angry and angry, and their faces were flushed.

Zhao Nanxing said: "Chu Lin has disappeared now, so your Changfeng faction can only send someone else to fight, and the replacement will compete for the three Shengcao. The same is true for the Sword Painting faction."

As soon as this sentence was said, not only the disciples of the Changfeng School, but even the disciples of the Sword Painting School changed their expressions.

Apart from Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei, the remaining masters of the two factions are not top-notch, at least in the eyes of other disciples, it is difficult to compete for the top five.

But this is in the hands of other sects. After all, this is equivalent to losing two powerful competitors.

"I agree."

"agree."

The remaining sects expressed their opinions one after another, and the opinions of the disciples of the two sects were directly ignored under the clamor.

"Everyone, the competition can be postponed, I think it's more important to save people."

At this moment, Shi Xiaole couldn't bear it anymore, stood up from the crowd and said.

"I've already said that to save people, you need to report to the master. Can't you hear me?"

Zhao Nanxing was impatient.In fact, in his heart, he wished to delay the time as long as possible, so that the chances of Chu Lin and Yuan Qiuwei surviving would be low.

"Second senior brother, third senior sister, you go back to the sect first, report this matter to the head of the sect, and I will stay here."

Shi Xiaole directly ignored Zhao Nanxing, and said to Xiao Yuanbo and Mao Wenjing who looked worried, and the latter two were taken aback when they heard the words.

To be honest, the two of them no longer cared about the ownership of Sanshengcao.But if Shi Xiaole is allowed to stay here, there is no guarantee that there will be no danger.

"Junior Junior Brother, you and Third Junior Sister leave, I will stay here."

Xiao Yuanbo said resolutely.

"Second Senior Brother, don't worry, no one here can do anything to me."

Shi Xiaole is grateful for Xiao Yuanbo's kindness, but there is no advantage for the other party to stay.The reason why Shi Xiaole chose to stay was not just as simple as staying behind.

Since others are unwilling to give up Sanshengcao, he doesn't mind fighting for it.

Shi Xiaole's confident words made Xiao Yuanbo and Mao Wenjing look sideways.

Thinking of what Shi Xiaole did before, Xiao Yuanbo nodded suddenly: "Okay! If that's the case, wait a moment, Junior Brother, I'll go back when I go."

Xiao Yuanbo and Mao Wenjing looked at each other and started to leave.

This made Zhao Nanxing furious, and looked at Shi Xiaole and the three with fiery eyes.Especially Shi Xiaole, this nameless kid who came out of nowhere, how dare he ignore himself in such a situation?
Zhao Nanxing didn't care about whether or not everyone in the Sword Painting Sect would stay or stay. He only knew that his face had been trampled to pieces.

"stop!"

In a fit of rage, Zhao Nanxing suddenly yelled wildly, and slashed at the two of Xiao Yuanbo who had left with his sword.Xiao Yuanbo turned around and swung his sword. After being shaken back three steps, he called out, "Zhao Nanxing, why are you crazy?"

Zhao Nanxing chuckled and said, "Xiao Yuanbo, you shy turtle, don't you dare to fight instead of Huajian faction?"

"Second senior brother, you go first."

Shi Xiaole stopped in the middle of the road, looked at Zhao Nanxing and said, "Your opponent is me."

"You? Hahaha, what are you, qualified to be my opponent for Zhao Nanxing?"

Zhao Nanxing laughed wildly, the hand holding the sword was shaking with anger.

"Remember, my name is Shi Xiaole."

Without any nonsense, Shi Xiaole drew his sword.He knew that today's matter could be resolved only if Zhao Nanxing was deterred.

"court death!"

Zhao Nanxing's face became serious, and the iron sword in his hand met Shi Xiaole's Baizhan Dao and chopped it out.

Keng!
The two powerful forces collided together, causing the air to tremble slightly.

Shi Xiaole and Zhao Nanxing took two steps back at the same time.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Xiao Yuanbo, Mao Wenjing, and other disciples of the Sword Painting School were all shocked.It's only been a few days, why does Shi Xiaole's skill seem to have improved again?

And the disciples of other sects were dumbfounded when they saw that Shi Xiaole was evenly matched with Zhao Nanxing.

"Brother Shi's strength?"

On Fuchenmen's side, Qi Guang, Qi Hui, and Zhao Molan were all stunned.

When they met for the first time two months ago, Shi Xiaole's strength was not even comparable to Qi Hui's, but judging from the knife just now, it was clear that he was far superior to them.

"Okay, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant, but let's see how long you can last."

Frightened and angry, Zhao Nanxing stomped lightly on his feet, held an iron sword in his hand, and charged towards Shi Xiaole like a fierce tiger.

Shi Xiaole didn't show any weakness, with the Baizhan Dao in his right hand and the sky net in his left hand, they also faced the opponent.

The two instantly killed each other, like a dragon fighting a tiger.When the swords collided with each other, sparks splashed from the starting point, and the sinister moves made everyone around feel horrified.

"Defeat me, ten-shock lore sword!"

After more than 20 strokes, with deep internal strength, Zhao Nanxing has established a clear advantage.But in order to completely crush Shi Xiaole, he once again used the sword that defeated He Houhua.

The Baizhan Dao was knocked flying in an instant, and there were several exclamations behind him.

Shi Xiaole's face remained unchanged, and he held the Qingfeng sword in his right hand.

With a sound of clang, the green sword light swayed out immediately, and in an instant, everyone seemed to see a dangerous peak. Shi Xiaole was dancing his sword on the edge of the dangerous peak, and he was in danger of falling at any time.

Yicheng's dangerous artistic conception!

Zhao Nanxing's eyes widened in astonishment. Under the sword move, he felt that his thinking was about to stagnate.

"Illusion, don't try to deceive me!"

Biting the tip of his tongue, Zhao Nanxing swung the iron sword fiercely, and he didn't know how many times he swung it in an instant.When he fell to the ground, although he was completely unharmed, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

(End of this chapter)