Lord of Time!

Chapter 118 No Regrets, A Covenant of Life and Death

"Don't worry about Second Senior Sister, after she was injured last time, for some reason, she practiced extremely hard, as if she had suddenly opened up, and the Hunyuan 36-style swordsmanship has been completely mastered.

In this martial arts competition, even if the senior sister can't win the opponent and retreats completely, there is still no problem. "

Seeing Chen Ping stepping forward, he stared at the martial arts field without blinking, his eyes were full of concern that could not be concealed.The young disciples who had just talked with each other felt that they had met a bosom friend, and they also came up to him, and said with a smile, "Our second senior sister of Hunyuan Martial Arts is a very good person, and those who like her can go to the fireworks alley from here.

Brother, if you want to learn swordsmanship, after this battle, I can introduce one or two.For other thoughts, it's best to keep them in your heart..."

Although you are a bit handsome, Second Senior Sister is not a superficial person who judges people by appearance, she doesn't like you, so save yourself, brother.

Chen Ping was slightly taken aback, and smiled: "That's right, it seems that the younger brother is also one of the members who admire the second senior sister, but I didn't see it."

He pointed to the martial arts arena and stopped talking.

On the field, the two had already hugged each other, and they were already on the verge of breaking out.

"Is there no one in the Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall? It's the turn of a woman to come on stage. It was agreed in advance that Tong will never show mercy, and no matter whether you are male or female, you will be treated equally."

A trace of ferocity flashed in Tong Biao's eyes, he licked his lips with his tongue, and the little finger of the little hand holding the sword jumped slightly, his body became more murderous.

"Hugh is crazy, if you are capable, just take my life away. You disciples of the Changkong Martial Arts Academy have repeatedly injured my junior brother. I will keep this account in my heart one by one."

Han Xiaoru, who usually looks gentle and gentle, looks like a different person when he draws his sword. He leaps up like a tiger, swings his sword in a circle, and whizzes up a hurricane to sweep away.

Because of the power of the sword, power is born of the power.

As soon as Han Xiaoru made a move, it was even more powerful than Zhang Gu, the big brother of the Hunyuan Martial Art Museum.

It makes people feel a little chilled.

Some people even substituted her opponent, and found that no matter whether they used small moves or head-to-head counterattacks, it was a bit inappropriate.

As soon as she makes a move, she will inevitably be at a disadvantage.

This is a natural heroism, which has nothing to do with swordsmanship or strength, but only with heart.

Put it on the battlefield, he must be a unparalleled warrior with ten victories and ten decisive actions.

Such a delicate woman can use such a sword technique, which is eye-opening and not only admirable.

There were applause from all around.

'Sure enough, the swordsmanship is perfect. '

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows slightly.

He also thought of Han Xiaoru's heroic figure descending from the sky when he was forced to panic by the Straw Hat Man's Qingfeng Wuying Sword... At that time, she was also so fearless and fierce.

Compared with that time, Han Xiaoru is not only fierce, but also steady.

It seems to be going forward indomitable, but it is steady and steady.

With the sword moving in a circle, Shen Xiong roared with strength, blocking the four feet in front of him, the strong wind howled, almost impenetrable to the wind and rain.

On the opposite side, Tong Biao played completely differently from her.

This man was not too tall, he was a head shorter than Han Xiaoru, when he drew his sword, he stabbed eastward and westward, retreating while striking, seemingly out of order.

The strange thing is, as he played Qixing with his sword and jumped on his feet, Han Xiaoru's sword circle became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't use it more and more.

"how is this possible?"

"This Seven Star Sword is wrong..."

Those who watched the battle around had already seen that something was wrong.

More than wrong.

Although Tong Biao used the same set of seven-star swordsmanship and did not show more lethality, but it was the Hunyuan sword move that restrained Han Xiaoru everywhere.

It's as if Han Xiaoru's big sword is just cutting the air alone, and from time to time, he stretches his neck and wrist into the opponent's sword.

Although she rushed and struck fiercely, her sword turned round and flawless, but it gave people a sense of danger.

Han Xiaoru obviously also found something strange, he doesn't seek meritorious service, but seeks to be innocent.

The sword circle was retracted into a circle, the arms were drawn together, and Hengjiang was locked in an iron form, keeping it tightly guarded.

The big sword no longer opens and closes wide, but dances slightly, hitting the side three feet in front of the chest, switching from offense to defense.

"it is good."

There was another burst of applause all around.

In fact, Han Xiaoru's figure is slim, her swordsmanship is beautiful and domineering, and there is an extreme contrast of a weak woman dancing with a sword.

Everyone present, even if they were not disciples of the Hunyuan Martial Arts Academy, felt dazzled when they saw the round changes in her swordsmanship.

All of a sudden, he forgot that in a martial arts competition, there is a risk of life and death.

"If you don't attack, then it's my turn."

Tong Biao's eyes sharpened. His originally light swordsmanship suddenly became extremely fierce.

The first style of shaking the light sword, just touched Han Xiaoru's wrist, before being blocked by the opponent's big sword, the first step has already changed into the Tianxuan sword style.

The sword circled back and cut to the opponent's neck...

The sword is fast and urgent, rushing to attack everywhere.

It seemed that he already knew what Han Xiaoru would do next, where to attack and where to defend.

All of a sudden, the sword screamed...

After just seven moves, Han Xiaoru was already physically and mentally exhausted, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She thought that the other party would compete with her in swordsmanship, cultivation, and even defense.

But it never occurred to him that the other party hadn't tried a single move from the beginning to the end.

Her sword did not touch the opponent's long sword once.

Just fighting with each other for more than ten moves, he seems to have survived.

Seeing this scene, Han Wushang stood up with a bang.

Beside him, Sima Rou didn't sit still for a long time, her eyes were full of worry.

Several times, I wanted to open my mouth to admit defeat, but finally held a glimmer of hope and didn't call out.

A heart, obviously mentioned in the throat long ago.

You know, Han Xiaoru's Hunyuan Golden Body Technique has not been practiced to the silver body level.

Facing an opponent of the same level of cultivation, if he is really hit by the sword, he will not be able to bear it...

If you encounter fatal trauma, you will still die.

On the opposite side, Gao Yue from the Changkong Martial Art Museum, but the old god was there, his palm rested on the hilt of his sword, and he locked in the direction of Han Wushang with a harmonious air.

Obviously, they have already made up their minds not to let them interfere in the competition in the arena.

'It turned out to be him. '

Chen Ping didn't pay too much attention to the entanglement between Han Wushang and Gao Yue, and looked at Tong Biao with a flickering gaze, watching his anticipating the enemy hidden in the seven-star sword style, rushing to attack everywhere , the attacking enemy must be saved.

'This sword technique is said to never lose the upper hand. '

Hualian'er's voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

Chen Ping squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to see that night again, in the nameless mountain, the gray-clothed man with a short stature and a black veil masked the Heavenly Questioning Sword in his hand.

'Except for the different sword style, the angle of attack, as well as the body shape and gait, are really similar. '

Chen Ping's heart is like a bright moon, shining in all directions, and he can see through the essence of the opponent's swordsmanship.

At this moment, he already understood that Tong Biao himself had actually dealt with him once.

That night, it was undoubtedly this person who joined forces with Chi Feng, the God of Chasing the Wind, and several people from the Thunder Hall to attack him.

At the same time, another doubt in Chen Ping's mind has also been resolved.

He felt strange at the time.

Even if Ji Xuange, the eldest son of Prince Jinghai, wanted to kill his half-sister and secretly dispatched people, he wouldn't be so stupid as to expose his grandfather's Cui family's unique sword skills.

Isn't this intentionally putting a blame on his aunt's head?

It doesn't make sense at all.

At this time, seeing Tong Biao's identity as a disciple of the Changkong Martial Arts Gym, and thinking of the inclusive and inclusive style of Qi Se Tang, Chen Ping's mind flashed, and he understood everything.

If it is said, whoever has the most motivation to kill himself and Hualian'er, and who most wants to put a scapegoat on Ji Xuange's body, make him completely turn against Prince Jinghai and his son, and create established facts, then it must be the barbarians of the Northern Zhou Dynasty power.

Only the thirteenth prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, who was secretly making troubles, would do many things secretly.

Only he has enough interests to win over some forces in Xingqing Mansion.

For example, Changkong Wuguan.

Then, Changkong Martial Arts chose this time to have a life-and-death bet with Hunyuan Martial Arts, and the fundamental method of inheritance in the gambling sect is easy to explain.

Because, this has never been a confrontation between two forces, but has a deeper meaning.

There is no need to guess where the malicious stalkers outside the Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall come from.

"Speaking of it, it seems that there is a reason for me."

Thinking of that night, when they were in Youshan, Sima Rou and Han Xiaoru beat Bi Ling Snake Ji seriously and returned.

Chen Ping also had to admit that the thirteenth prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty had a very good reason to deal with Hunyuan Martial Arts.

There is even more reason to gather the martial arts masters of Xingqing Mansion and plot big things secretly.

The center of the brain was spinning, and the cause and effect flashed through Chen Ping's mind one by one.

At this time, changes have taken place in the martial arts arena.

Following Han Xiaoru's sword momentum, it slowed down almost imperceptibly.

Tong Biao's sword light suddenly became brighter, and he lightly tapped on Han Xiaoru's sword to open and close the door, and a little bit of cold light drifted like snowflakes...

With a faint starlight, several strands of hair have been chopped off, and they slashed to Han Xiaoru's throat with a whistling sound.

But at this time, Han Xiaoru's energy was obviously a little behind, and he had all the strength and great swordsmanship.

Being preempted by the opponent every step of the way, he was forced to stay on the periphery, unable to return his sword to defend himself.

Seeing that blood was about to splatter on the spot, the fragrance disappeared...

Han Wushang's body burst into a thick golden and silver light, and he was about to rush forward in a flash.

Sima Rou stepped forward a step earlier, but found that the starlight flickered in front of her, and Gao Yue stopped in front of her with a sneer on her face.

"Gao Yue."

Han Wushang was furious.

Open your mouth and drink wildly.

He was about to gather strength to punch, he knew that with Gao Yue blocking him, even if he could win, it would not be a simple matter of rushing through the block, his eyes were red when he thought about it.

"The disciples are all going to participate in the martial arts competition. How do you count if you win or lose? Brother Han, please calm down."

Gao Yue laughed sarcastically.

"Niece Xian missed a move and died, my uncle is also very sad..."

As soon as he uttered the word "sad", he realized that the atmosphere around him was not right.

What's the matter with the sound of exhaling and even cheering from all directions?

Also, Han Wushang and Sima Rou, who were about to risk their lives, relaxed at the same time.

Did not continue to attack.

Turning his head to look, he saw a figure in green clothes, who had arrived in the martial arts arena at some point.

He reached out and grabbed Han Xiaoru's upper left arm, and flew back lightly like pulling a scarecrow.

And Tong Biao, his own disciple, even though he drew his sword quickly, with his arms stretched forward... the sword edge shone with cold light and star power, and it was only an inch and a half away from Han Xiaoru's throat.

No matter how much he stretched his arms, he couldn't reach them.

"Who, who is it? Can the disciples of the two sides compete in martial arts, can they still intervene?"

For a moment, Gao Yue felt that it was extremely absurd.

He prevented Han Wushang and Sima Rou from intervening. He expected that other people would not dare to intervene, and he did not have the strength to interfere with the contest between the two martial arts halls.

However, someone unexpectedly ran into the martial arts arena so abruptly under his nose.

He also saved Han Xiaoru.

Chen Ping exerted a little force on his palm, and pressed Han Xiaoru's sudden panic response, "Don't move, it's me."

As soon as these words fell into his ears, Han Xiaoru immediately vented his strength, sweating profusely all over his body.

There was also a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It's you?"

To be honest, Chen Ping didn't speak aloud, she really didn't recognize him.

It looks like, although he is also very handsome, but the shape of the skin, flesh and bones at the corners of his eyes has changed a little, but his temperament is quite different.

"Wait, how did you know I would lose? Besides, the speed is too fast."

Being dragged by Chen Ping's hands, the two never landed at all.

Floating in the air, like fallen leaves, fast and floating.

So much so that Tong Biao didn't chase after him with all his strength.

The two were directly retreated to the sidelines.

"Let's not talk about this."

Chen Ping replied hurriedly with a smile, stepped in front of Han Xiaoru, took the big sword from Han Xiaoru's hand, and used the horizontal sword as his chest.

"Ding……"

A clear sound.

As soon as Tong Biao's sword edge stabbed, it felt like stabbing on a huge steel wall, and a huge force rebounded.

He was caught off guard for a moment, his figure was like an electric shock, and he took four or five steps back before he stood firmly.

Before he had time to speak, he heard the other party say: "This time, you won the Changkong Martial Arts School, and it's not good to kill them all without mercy?"

This is not only for Tong Biao, but also for Gao Yue.

That's all for Tong Biao.

He felt that Gao Yue was out of anger, and the long sword in his hand was almost out of its sheath.

"Master Gao, the level of your teaching students is not good, look, all of them are teaching fiercely, as if they want to eat people.

Those who know know that your swordsmanship in Changkong martial arts will affect the xinxing, but those who don't know, think that your family is the style of magic.

Isn't it just a martial arts competition?Whoever wins and who loses, everyone discusses and discusses, why bother to fight to the death?is it necessary? "

As soon as the words came out.

There are people around immediately responding.

Indeed.

The battle between Hunyuan Martial Arts and Changkong Martial Arts has been going on for a long time. In terms of management, Changkong Martial Arts is stronger, with better disciples and more manpower.

But the Hunyuan Martial Arts School has stronger high-end strength, and Han Wushang's strength and reputation in the world are still higher than Gao Yue's.

In terms of overall strength, Changkong Martial Arts is a bit stronger, but not much stronger.

The two martial arts schools have been fighting for many years, but there is no clear winner.

The funniest thing is that these two martial arts schools belong to the Hunyuan Sword Sect.

We were originally a family, but the disturbance made people's brains become like dogs' brains.

Let people see the joke.

Everyone has watched the competition this time and came to witness.

But I didn't expect to witness such a brutal and bloody demeanor in Changkong Martial Arts...

Most people have a reputation in their hearts.

Even though the matter has nothing to do with him, it is still possible to hang it high and gossip next to him.

At that moment, some people echoed Chen Ping's words.

The label of "magic way of life" was really put on it directly.

"Who are you, kid? It's a big taboo for outsiders to intervene in the competition between two martial arts gyms. Even if the old man kills you personally, no one can gossip about it."

The energy in Gao Yue's body was faintly about to erupt, and murderous intent was brewing.

Obviously, if Chen Ping couldn't give an explanation, he would do it.

Even if Han Wushang stopped him, he would call on his disciples to rush forward, since his family has many disciples anyway.

Chen Ping laughed: "Who says I'm an outsider?"

He took out the jade pendant hanging on his chest, "I'm sorry, Chen Ping, as the ninth direct disciple of the Hunyuan Martial Arts Academy, although he has just started, he can still be regarded as a true disciple...

Master, the apprentice will return home at this time to visit his relatives, fortunately it is not too late. "

He turned to look at Sima Rou, and said with a smile.

This jade pendant is naturally recognized by the direct disciples of Hunyuan Martial Arts.

Hearing this, Qiqi turned to look at Sima Rou, "Junior Brother Ninth, when did we accept it, why don't we know."

Whether you know it or not is not important.

The reaction of the Hunyuan martial arts disciples has undoubtedly proved this point, and Gao Yue also knows that this Sima junior sister would like to hang the jasper and phoenix jade pendant the most when she was young.

If you want to deny it and kill him directly, you can't do it.

Sima Rou's eyes were full of surprises, and he said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my good apprentice has not started for a long time, but he is very talented and his practice speed is extremely fast. Especially the Hunyuan Jinshen method, he started in one month. Break through several levels..."

She still doesn't know who Chen Ping is.

I was in the forest that day, but I saw it once from a distance.

Some time ago, Han Xiaoru went home after escaping from danger, but she made it clear about the attack.

Yupei gave it away, and said that he had accepted a disciple for himself.

Originally, this matter had to be found by the other party by oneself, and the door wall should be included in person, so as to show importance.

Unexpectedly, the other party came to the door by himself, and with a tacit understanding, he directly recognized himself as the master...

Leaving aside this matter for the time being, the important thing is that once he came to the martial arts hall, he saved his precious daughter again.

After being surprised and delighted, Sima Rou looked at Chen Ping's gaze, which was more and more like it.

He almost forgot that this was a martial arts competition, and couldn't close his mouth from laughing.

"Okay, even if you are a disciple of Hunyuan Martial Arts, it is unreasonable to intervene in the middle of the competition to make trouble."

Gao Yue's face darkened.

He finally wanted to find an excuse to create a great advantage, and wanted to use the hands of the Northern Zhou barbarian to wipe out the Hunyuan Martial Arts School, but unexpectedly, he was disturbed by this kid in front of him with a few words.

For the thirteenth prince, not only must he subdue the other party, but he must also accept the hearts of the warriors of the Xingqing Mansion.

It was obvious that he was swinging the butcher knife, but Gao Yue knew that the other party wanted to try to subdue him.

Han Xiaoru was the opportunity.

I want to come in Gaoyue.

As long as a disciple accidentally killed Han Xiaoru during the martial arts competition, Han Wushang and his wife would definitely fight with red eyes.

No matter what happens, there is no chance for peace talks between the two sides, and only one side will be killed.

In this way, I can not only obtain the Hunyuan Golden Body Technique, but the technique is bound to be a great achievement; I also get rid of my serious heart troubles, and get rid of a heart disease that has been in the past 20 years.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident on the way.

Thinking of this, he looked at Chen Ping even more unkindly.

"Master Gao, this statement is not authentic, if you are a bachelor, you get ninety-nine, and if you don't, you get one.

My senior sister has conceded defeat this time, what else do you want?Could it be that you still want me to go on the court to pay for my life? "

Chen Ping shook his head and laughed, and pointed to his chest, "Come on, Master Gao, don't be polite, and shoot your sword here. No one will blame you, an elder, for being so insane, and no one will blame you. You are aggressive in Changkong Martial Arts Hall."

"That's right, everyone has conceded defeat, what else do you want?"

"What are you doing, isn't it just two games? What's the point of doing so much, let's start the third game."

People from all corners of the world looked at Gao Yue and the others, and there was something wrong with their eyes.

I thought to myself, the little brother said earlier that the Changkong Martial Arts School is a school of magic, not to mention, it really looks like it.

Gao Yue was overwhelmed by words, he lost face for a moment, his complexion turned red and white.

He wanted to stab Chen Ping to death with a sword, but he really didn't have the guts to do so.

If this sword stabs down, the reputation will be completely ruined.

Don't even think about opening the Changkong Martial Art Museum.

Fame is stinky street.

"Why bother my master to make a move? Kid, the winner or loser of this match has already been decided, so let's not talk about it for now.

Let's just say that you meddling in the competition between me and others is considered a personal grievance, don't you admit it? "

Tong Biao stepped forward abruptly, staring at Chen Ping intently, with murderous intent.

He was already furious...

I was unprepared, and I was saved by him from under my hands.

Moreover, he also used the brute force of Hunyuan Martial Arts, and caught himself by surprise.

What a shame.

This story will be spread, the world only knows that Tong Biao knows how to bully women, but in fact his sword skills are very common.

A new entry disciple ranked ninth in the Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall can push himself back even if he drags a person along.

He really can't bear this reputation.

"Yes, what do you want?" Chen Ping turned his head in shock, looking at the guy with the crooked mouth and squinting eyes.

I didn't bother you about the night attack in the forest that night, but you came to my door.

Tong Biao squeezed out an ugly smile and grinned his white teeth, "Well, since it's a personal grievance, there's no need to delay... We're going to live and die, so dare to fight?"

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