Invincible Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 472
However, things ended unexpectedly.

Xuan Hu just jumped into the battle ring, clamoring to challenge Wan Xiaodong, and just saw the other party displaying the domain, and the moment the cold sword energy approached, he yelled and jumped up, "Oh my god, terrible."

Wan Xiaodong didn't even need to make a move, he leapt into the air, flew out of the battle ring, fell to the ground, pretended to spit out a mouthful of blood, and said, "I lost!"

The exaggerated tone, the godlike expression, and the outrageous movements caused the disciples of Xianjian Mountain to burst into laughter, "Is this the disciple of your Tongtian Palace? Where did you find this treasure, it's so funny."

Wan Xiaodong lowered the hand he had just raised, frowning slightly, and glanced at Master.

Feng Qinglin didn't smile, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring at Qi Jingchun firmly, he was sure that this old guy must be doing something.

"Just give up the first and second rounds, and want to make contributions in the next three rounds? Such a clumsy trick is almost as good as dealing with children. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is useless."

Xuanhu scratched his head, stood up, patted his chest, and said happily: "Ah, I forgot to tell you, I am a boy guarding the gate of Tongtian Palace, of course you will not know me. You Xianjian Mountain is very powerful , I, the gatekeeper, can actually challenge Wan Xiaodong, who is number one in Xianjian Mountain, and I even fought him a trick, it was worth it."

"It doesn't matter if I admit defeat, I'm just a janitor, it's normal to admit defeat"

He turned around, patted his buttocks and walked back to the sect, and was warmly cheered by all the brothers and sisters.

Tongtian Palace really needs to boost morale right now. Although Xuanhu had been instructed to do this, it alleviated the disciples' fear of Xianjian Mountain to a certain extent.

Wan Xiaodong's face was terribly gloomy, he was being played by someone.

Although it is also a win, but this win is a bit disgusting, the opponent is deliberately disgusting him.

None of the disciples of Xianjian Mountain could stop laughing.

Feng Qinglin's eyes were dark, "Have you learned it all? These are the disciples of Tongtian Palace. If you don't have the strength, you will play tricks. Don't hold back your hands later, just beat me up. I want to see how they can laugh." "

"Yes! Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely blow them up!"

The remaining three Xianjian Mountain disciples all had cold eyes.

One of them said loudly: "Wang Zhen of the Immortal Sword Mountain, who will fight with me? Don't worry, Master has orders, I will definitely blow you up hard."

Wang Zhen showed a grim expression, and squeezed out a few words between his white teeth.

Qi Jingchun didn't take it seriously, glanced at his side, and said, "Xingyang, come here."

A young man about seventeen or eighteen years old cupped his fists and said, "Yes, Palace Master."

He jumped out and let out a long roar, "Stop being arrogant, I'll fight you."

Xingyang appeared on the stage with a graceful posture, flipping out a star-shining shield, holding a one-handed axe, and entered the battle circle.

Both of them are the peak strength of the Martial Emperor, and Xingyang has two weapons, one offensive and one defensive, both offensive and defensive, and powerful.

With a serious expression on his face, Wang Zhen slowly drew out the long sword behind him, pointed the tip of the sword at Xingyang, and said, "Senior Brother Jiuyao only used eighteen moves to defeat you, and I can deal with you with up to thirty moves!"

The shadow of the ax flickered in front of him, with a domineering momentum. In an instant, more than a dozen ax glows came over, like startling rainbows, with astonishing power, but Wang Zhen remained motionless, with a haughty look on his face.

Thirty strokes are enough to deal with you!
His words are arrogant, domineering, and disgusting!
But when he made a move with the long sword in his hand, no one felt that there was anything wrong with his words.

This person's strength is very strong, even if he is weaker than Wan Xiaodong and Feng Jiuyao, his weakness is limited.

As soon as the long sword came out, its brilliance was dazzling, and thousands of sword lights bloomed, defeating Xingyang's ax shadow one by one!

A sword shattered the opponent's fierce attack, Wang Zhen's eyes turned cold, his body swayed, and he stepped forward, his momentum was like a sword, extremely fierce, he ignored Xingyang's violent attack, and forcibly pushed forward.

Every time the sword is cut out, the sword energy cuts through the void, and the sword light is fierce and unstoppable.

The swordsman, the king of all soldiers, would rather bend than bend, go forward without hesitation, and cut everything!
Wang Zhen had initially mastered this kind of sword power, and when the two confronted each other, he pressed on every step of the way and gradually gained the upper hand. The continuous sword power made Xingyang feel a little pressure in it.

However, Xingyang defended very well. The starlight shield is extremely strong, like a solid turtle shell, and the sharp sword light cuts on it, which will not cause him too much damage. Instead, it is his weird hatchet, which from time to time Taking the time to come here made Wang Zhen feel tricky.

Three strokes...five strokes...ten strokes...fifteen strokes...
The two came and went, fighting sharply in the midst of swords, lights and swords, tossing and turning in the small battle circle, and each of them came up with their own special methods.

Xingyang's strength in Tongtian Palace is comparable to Xingxuan's. He focuses more on defense, and his endurance is astonishing.

However, Wang Zhen was troubled by the previous boast of Haikou. Seeing that he had passed every move and still failed to win the opponent, he couldn't help feeling impetuous.

Feng Qinglin naturally saw his disciple's mentality and wanted to remind him, but in the end he was stared at by the other party's eyes.

After finally getting a chance, Qi Jingchun would never allow him to intervene.

"Death to me!"

Wang Zhen roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a strong light.

brush!
With a flash of cold light, Xingyang raised the starlight shield in his hand and hit it with a bang. With the force of the rebound, he took advantage of the momentum and handed out an axe.

Wang Zhen only felt a chill in his arm, and was cut by the opponent's axe, and his body paused for a moment.

good chance!
Seeing this, Xingyang let go of the starlight shield, strangled wildly with the short ax in his hand, and chopped down with one ax after another, forcing Wang Zhen to rush left and right, so embarrassed.

"Wang Zhen is about to lose!"

Feng Qinglin's expression turned ugly, but Qi Jingchun quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Xingyang's performance was very stable. Once he gained the advantage, he would continue to do so. From time to time, the starlight shield in his hand would slam down hard. Wang Zhen was knocked so weak that he couldn't stand on his feet. It was only a matter of time before he lost.

A figure flickered in front of him, and a short ax was shining with a cold light, besieged from all directions, front, back, left, and right, all were shadows of the axe, Wang Zhen was surrounded, and there was a sign of being beheaded at any time.

call!
With a slam of the hatchet, it passed through the barrier of the sword light and landed on Wang Zhen's neck. The invisible sharpness on the blade pierced his skin and forced out a line of blood.

The breath of death suddenly emerged in Wang Zhen's heart. His whole body was inexplicably terrified, his heart was beating wildly, cold sweat dripped down his back, his face was as pale as paper, and finally he lowered his head slumped.

"you lose!"

Xingyang's tone was calm, and starlight shone in his pupils.

There was a sudden silence in the audience, followed by strong cheers.

"Senior Brother Xingyang won, and Xianjian Mountain is no more than that."

"Hahaha, if you win, if you win, if you win the first game, you will definitely win the second game. Immortal Sword Mountain, it's nothing special."

The morale of Tongtian Palace was overwhelmed, and all the disciples raised their arms and shouted wildly.

Xingyang showed a slight smile, and finally lived up to everyone's expectations and won the round.

(End of this chapter)