Your chance is good, now it's mine

"Why withdraw? You have to make escape sound so nice!"

Ling Xuan smiled faintly, stomped on the ground, and chased away.

Yin Xuege, who had just woken up, heard this sentence, was once again out of breath, spurted blood wildly, and passed out again.

This scene fell into the eyes of the audience in the stands, and it shocked countless people's eyes.

"Damn it! It's too fierce, three punches defeated three disciples who had completed the Foundation Establishment!"

"Just now we were encircled on all sides, but now the situation has reversed, that's awesome!"

"Only an absolute difference in strength can break the situation so forcefully. If it were another sect, I'm afraid they would have already been defeated in the encirclement."

"Niu Niu Niu! Qingxuanmen's team is really the darkest dark horse this time! It's so dark that it shines!"

boom!

Zhuang Mochou slapped the table with her palm, her face was terribly gloomy, as if water was about to drip.

The surrounding audience immediately dared not make a sound, for fear of offending the Tianshuimen sect master.

Contrary to Zhuang Mochou's gloominess, Nangong Yun's smile was like a flower at this time, and her bright smile was sweeter than eating honey, which attracted countless people to look at her frequently.

"As expected, I saw the right person!" She was extremely pleased in her heart.

Chapter 57

Qingxuanmen chased, Tianshuimen ran.

This is like a scene where a cat chases a mouse, it is not only seen by every audience in the stands, but also by the disciples in the martial arts arena.

Whenever Ling Xuan and others rushed into the crowd to pursue them, the disciples of those small sects would very tacitly get out of the way.

No matter how fiercely they fought, they did not dare to stop the Qingxuanmen team led by Ling Xuan.

Especially the power of the three punches, which has both strength and strategy.

No one wants to offend such Qingxuanmen.

In the eyes of many disciples, Qingxuanmen's team is now enough to compete with the Xuanjiang Wumen's team!

Shaoyangmen team.

Hong Chilong wiped the giant knife until it was shining brightly, and finally raised his head when he heard the disciples of Shaoyangmen talking about Lingxuan's three punches breaking the game in surprise.

He watched the two teams chasing and fleeing, and suddenly laughed.

"Interesting, Qingxuanmen has a talent!"

"In my opinion, it's better to remove Yin Xuege's title of yin gentleman and give it back to Ling Xuan!"

The disciples of Shaoyangmen burst into laughter immediately.

It is true that Yin Xuege is one of the Five Gentlemen of the Xuanjiang River.

But he had fought four others before, without winning.

The best record, that is Lei Huomen's Lei Junzi Wanjie was a tie.

However, the relationship between Wanjie and Yin Xuege has always been very good. Some people said that Wanjie deliberately let Yin Xuege down, and this was a tie.

Therefore, Yin Xuege is also called a weak gentleman in private.

The Thunder Fire Squad.

The nine disciples surrounded Wanjie, and their eyes were also looking at Ling Xuan.

Wan Jie was tall and thin, and at the moment he was burning with anger.

Seeing Yin Xuege's miserable state, he felt empathy, as if all the injuries had fallen on him.

"Do it, stop them!" Wan Jie growled.

The Ivy Gate team.

Mo Yuheng looked at Ling Xuan with increasingly curious and interesting eyes.

The disciples of the Ivy Sect noticed the movement of the Leihuomen team, "Master, it seems that the Leihuomen is going to attack."

"It's really boring." Mo Yuheng giggled, "Watching a play is so interesting, why do you want to do it?"

"Elder Sister, what do you mean...?" the disciples of the Ivy Sect were eager to try.

"Stand in front of them, don't let them do anything." Mo Yuhei chuckled.

"Yes!"

The disciples of the Ivy Sect quickly started to move, and rushed in front of the disciples of the Thunder Fire Sect in the blink of an eye, blocking their way.

Wanjie frowned deeply, "Mo Yuheng, what do you mean?"

Mo Yuheng covered his mouth and chuckled, "The scenery here is beautiful, we can occupy it, can't we?"

Wanjie took a few deep breaths and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Okay! Here is for you, let's take a detour!"

He waved his hand violently, signaling the Thunder Fire Sect disciples to follow him and bypass the Ivy Sect team.

But Mo Yuheng stepped forward with long white python-like legs and stood in front of him again.

Wanjie's forehead was throbbing with veins, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Mo Yuheng smiled, "What do you think?"

Wanjie yelled, "Get out of the way! Otherwise, I will do it!"

Mo Yuheng laughed so hard that his flowers trembled, "Then do it, and see if you can beat me."

Wan Jie gritted his teeth.

He was indeed no match for Mo Yuheng.

Among the Five Gentlemen of Xuanjiang, Mo Yuheng's strength is second only to Zhou Qingcang, the swordsman.

"It's true that I can't beat you, but can you keep the other disciples of the Ivy Sect?" Wan Jie sneered, "You want Mo Yuheng to enter the second round of the Ivy Sect only?"

Mo Yuheng retorted, "Oh? Then you can protect the other disciples of the Thunder Fire Sect from my attack? Have you forgotten what the signature method of my Ivy Sect is?"

She reached out and stroked her hair lightly.

Wanjie raised his eyebrows, subconsciously backed away.

Mo Yuheng chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, I haven't poisoned you yet."

Wanjie's complexion changed continuously, and he looked annoyed.

The signature method of the Ivy Gate is naturally poison.

Once poisonous powder, poisonous water, and poisonous smoke are really used, Wanjie can at most protect himself, and others can only ask for blessings.

Looking forward to carrying enough detoxification pills.

Mo Yuheng's action just now was the action of poisoning.

Wanjie has already suffered a few times, and he has almost formed muscle memory.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yuheng lied to him this time.

The two sides immediately stalemate.

"Eldest brother, what should we do?" the Thunder Fire Sect disciple beside Wanjie asked in a low voice.

Wanjie thought about it several times, and could only say, "Back, Yin Xuege...it's up to him."

"Yes."

Lei Huomen's team had no choice but to retreat.

This scene fell in the eyes of the surrounding people, which made them quite surprised.

The demon gentleman Mo Yuheng has always been arrogant and treats men like nothing, why did he help Ling Xuan this time?

Seeing this, Mo Yuheng didn't bother to pay attention to Wanjie, but continued to look at the chasing battle between the two teams of Qingxuanmen and Tianshuimen.

When the two sects were in a stalemate, the Qingxuanmen team, led by Ling Xuan, beat out several Tianshuimen disciples.

Now, only Yin Xuege and Bai Ziyue are left in Tianshuimen.

Bai Ziyue carried Yin Xuege on his back and moved back and forth among the crowd, suffering unspeakably.

The only thing he can do now is to run!

The number of people in the martial arts arena is also rapidly decreasing.

From 490 people to 200 people, it only took a stick of incense time.

The 200 people began a long stalemate.

Everyone is very clear.

Now hold on for a while longer, and it is possible to advance to the second round.

The battle gradually became intense.

But even so, no one dared to challenge the four teams of Divine Sword Sect, Shaoyang Sect, Ivy Sect, and Thunder Fire Sect.

From beginning to end, these four teams have been very quiet.

If he didn't care about his image, he might have to sit down and play cards.

The Qingxuanmen team led by Ling Xuan chased and killed Yin Xuege and Bai Ziyue, so it was more conspicuous and more eye-catching.

In the entire stand, nearly [-]% of the eyes were on Ling Xuan.

No matter who it is, they all want to see if Ling Xuan can end Yin Xuege in the end.

If so, it would be more interesting.

The distance is approaching bit by bit.

Bai Zi felt more and more a thorn in his back.

He dodges instinctively.

However, Ling Xuan was faster than him.

"It's only now that I think of hiding, it's too slow."