Swordsman Fengyunzhi

"Why panic? There are still two more games."

Lu Zhanyuan calmly opened the wine gourd and took a sip before replying.

The second person to appear was a sword-wielding young man with the surname Ouyang. Judging from the unique small holes on his long sword, this person should be related to Ouyang Huanxi.

However, the strength gap between the other disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Hall was too big, so they could only send Ye Jingshu to play.

The onlookers at the Zhenwu Dao Hall felt a little depressed. Even if they won this round, they would definitely lose the third round.

As soon as the battle began, Wang Dapao couldn't wait to ask:
"Lao Shi, Lao Shi, who do you think can win this game?"

"Um~ If nothing else, it should be the beauty named Ye Jingshu. Hehe, let me ask you a question, who do you think is more beautiful between her and the senior sister?" Shi Qing'an asked with a smile.

Wang Dapao was stunned for a moment, and then he analyzed honestly: "This cannot be evaluated. The two of them are attractive in different ways. The eldest sister is the kind of beauty with a pure mind, and Ye Jingshu... It should be said that she is serious beauty, like a lotus. "

"Hehe, I think so too. It seems like you have a good eye for beauty, Cannon."

Wang Dapao was rarely praised by Shi Qing'an, and he was a little excited. However, after a few breaths of excitement, he realized that the topic had gone astray.

"Ahem, let's get down to business, Lao Shi, why do you say Ye Jingshu has a better chance of winning?"

"Hey, it's not so much that Ye Jingshu has a good chance of winning, but it's that Ouyang Qing has a small chance of winning."

Wang Dapao smacked his lips and asked in confusion: "Is there any difference between the two?"

"Ouyang is good at using the flute and sword. He emphasizes music rather than swordsmanship. He mostly focuses on soul attacks. However, all those who practice Taoism know that soul attacks can only be fully utilized when he reaches the heroic realm. If Ouyang Qing is at the heroic realm, Then his chances of winning are naturally great, but it’s a pity that he has just reached the level of achievement.”

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In the field, while Ouyang Qing was waving his flute and sword, a melody came into Ye Jingshu's ears.

Under the influence of the soul, every time Ye Jingshu takes a shot, she will stall for a moment, giving her opponent an opportunity to take advantage of her. However, her reaction speed is fast enough and she can counterattack in time.

Ouyang Qing looked a little ugly. The previous melodic attacks with his flute sword could expose the opponent to big flaws. However, when dealing with Ye Jingshu, the opponent's extremely fast reaction speed could always break his attack. And find opportunities in time to counterattack.

"Ping!"

Ye Jingshu struck Ouyang Qing's flute sword with a sword, and the force of a thousand pounds from the hilt knocked Ouyang Qing back several steps before slowly stopping.

"As expected of a disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall!"

Ouyang Qing shook his arms. He knew that if he had a head-on fight with the opponent, he would most likely lose.

"It seems we have to think of other ways."

The flute sword trembled, and several sword swords mixed with bursts of music attacked Ye Jingshu. After Ouyang Qing made the move, his figure quickly swept back.

Just a few sword gangs did not cause any trouble to Ye Jingshu. She also used the sword gangs to collide with the opponent, but when it was shattered, waves of sound penetrated into Ye Jingshu's ears again, making her stagnant. However, Soon she was out of trouble.

Ye Jingshu's expression remained extremely calm. As time passed, she gradually adapted to the opponent's attack method, and the influence of the music became less and less.

After knocking out several sword gangs, a melodious flute sound came from the distance.

Ye Jingshu's expression changed...

......... In the distance, the storm on Daoxuan Mountain has gradually dissipated, and the sky has gradually returned to clarity. However, everyone's attention is focused on the martial arts field, and not many people care about Daoxuan Mountain.

"Lao Shi Lao Shi! Ouyang Qing changed his tactics!" Wang Dapao was very excited.

Shi Qing'an was also a little surprised. He didn't expect Ouyang Qing to have other methods, but...

"That black energy...could it be the magic of the Demon Cult?"

"Well, it seems that it is indeed a demon sect technique."

The voice of a young man came from behind Shi Qing'an. He turned around and saw a strange man wearing an ordinary green shirt and holding a sword in his arms, stretching his neck to look in the direction of the martial arts arena.

Shi Qing'an, a member of the Luo Yun Kingdom mission, remembered it, but the man holding the sword in front of him was definitely not among them.

"Fellow Taoist is... a disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall?"

Shi Qing'an asked with some uncertainty. Along the way, all the disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Hall were wearing Taoist robes, but the man in front of him was wearing an ordinary green shirt, which made him a little unsure of the other person's origin.

"of course."

"Why don't you wear a monk's robe?"

"There are a few holes in the Taoist uniform, and they haven't been sewn back yet. I have to wear this for the time being."

Shi Qingan was about to say something after hearing this. Suddenly, there was a strong roar in the martial arts arena, which made everyone in the audience cover their ears.

Ouyang Qing's flute sword was filled with black energy, and his whole person's temperament changed. His fierce eyes were fixed on Ye Jingshu, and he exuded a strong murderous aura that even the audience could feel.

"This little brother, who do you think can win now?"

Seeing the sincere expression on the man behind him, Shi Qing'an thought he didn't have any bad intentions, so he said bluntly: "It will probably end in a draw."

"Hey, little brother, I didn't expect that you are not a high-level person, but your vision is not bad. Look, that Ouyang Qing has changed his tactics again."

Shi Qing'an quickly turned around and looked into the field, and saw Ouyang Qing blowing his flute sword. With the blessing of the devil's energy, Ouyang Qing actually used a soul attack that far exceeded the level of the chivalrous realm, which surprised everyone present.

"Old Shi, who were you talking to just now?" Wang Dapao asked.

"With this... eh?" Shi Qing'an turned around and found that the man behind him had disappeared. "Strange, where was that person just now?"

Turning around again, he happened to see Ouyang Qing exchange a move with Ye Jingshu at the cost of a large amount of essence and blood. There was a "muffled" sound in the arena, and then, with a loud noise, the two of them fell down onto the martial arts field.

Ye Jingshu vomited a mouthful of blood and stained her clothes red; Ouyang Qing was even more exaggerated and fell into a coma after falling to the ground.

"The second game, a draw."

At the Zhenwu Dao Hall, except for the great elder, everyone's expressions changed. I thought that Ye Jingshu would win the second round if she participated in the battle, but unexpectedly, there was such an accident. The other party actually practiced the Demon Cult Sacrifice Blood-based skills!

Luo Yunzong was happy here. Except for Wu Yundi who still had a calm face, everyone else's faces were filled with joy.

Elder Yu Wen was originally quite opposed to fighting against the Zhenwu Dao Hall. After all, it was an away game and there was a high probability that they would lose the match. However, after all, this was an order personally issued by Sect Master Xu Xianzhi. Naturally, he did not dare to disobey it. Unexpectedly, Luo Yunzong actually won one and drew one. Regardless of the result of the third game, they were already in an invincible position. (End of chapter)