Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Fantasy -> evil god

Text Chapter 111 Challenge

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    As the first challenger in the competition, Wang Yunlong undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. In order to avoid suspicion, Wang Pingyi flew back to the high platform, and then appointed a white-robed disciple from the Tiangang Sect to be the judge.  "Xiao Ke, Wang Longyun, a disciple of Baizhan Sect, would like to ask Senior Brother Han for some advice." Wang Yunlong jumped up, rushed onto the fifth ring, and said with his hands raised.  "Junior brother Wang, be careful. The swords on the ring have no eyes. If I accidentally hurt you, don't say that I didn't warn you." Han Yunxiao said with a gloomy face.  There are a total of ten arenas in the competition. Han Yunxiao's arena is right in the middle, but Wang Yunlong chose the fifth arena. Doesn't he regard him as the weakest? Naturally, Han Yunxiao will not feel comfortable.  Seeing that Han Yunxiao¡¯s face was not good-looking, Wang Yunlong could also guess what the opponent was thinking, but Wang Yunlong didn¡¯t intend to explain anything, because since Wang Yunlong stepped into the ring, he was destined to offend the opponent, so why bother saying useless words.  At this moment, a white-robed female disciple from the Tiangang Sect walked up to the No. 5 ring. This woman was petite and pretty. She said calmly to the two of them: "You two junior brothers, I will judge this competition.  I hope you two will keep peace as your priority." After hearing what this woman said, Han Yunxiao raised his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Liu Yun." Wang Yunlong didn't know this woman, but he heard Han Yunxiao call her.  After that, he also said: "I have met Senior Sister Liu." "You two junior brothers, you are welcome. If you two are ready, you can compete." Liu Yun nodded slightly to the two, and then retreated to the edge of the ring,  road.  "Senior Brother Han, please." Wang Yunlong shouted.  Then he took out the sword from his waist and ran towards Han Yunxiao on the opposite side with vigorous steps.  "Humph." Han Yunxiao snorted coldly, took out the long sword in his hand, and attacked Wang Yunlong.  Wang Yunlong¡¯s sword skills are great.  Although the speed of the sword technique was not very fast, the force of the attack was very light and the angle of the attack was also very tricky, which made Han Yunxiao look solemn.  Unlike Wang Yunlong¡¯s sword skills of opening and closing, Han Yunxiao¡¯s sword skills are very elegant and the sword is drawn very quickly.  In addition, Guiying is always good at footwork, so it can be said that he wins with speed.  Han Yunxiao's phantom footwork was as fast as a ghost, making it difficult to catch his figure, and the long sword in his hand moved smoothly, as fast as lightning.  Han Yunxiao relies on his flexibility.  Suddenly he rushed to Wang Yunlong's side, and stabbed Wang Yunlong's left chest with the long sword in his right hand. The attack angle was very tricky.  The sword in Wang Yunlong's hand seemed slow but urgent. With a shake of his right hand, he swung the sword and slashed diagonally towards the long sword with huge force, causing a sound of piercing the air.  "Clang" a sound.  The sword and the long sword collided together, making a crisp sound.  Han Yunxiao thought that he could suppress Wang Yunlong with his speed, but Wang Yunlong's sword skills were also very fast, and the sword skills were very powerful, far exceeding his long sword.  After the sword and the sword collided, Han Yunxiao almost lost the sword in his hand. There was a solemn look on his face, and he paid more attention to Wang Yunlong.  "Take my sword." After Wang Yunlong blocked the sword with his sword, he turned the sword sideways.  He slashed towards Han Yunxiao's chest.  Han Yunxiao hurriedly moved the long sword sideways and blocked it in front of him, but Wang Yunlong was still fearless and continued to slash forward with the long sword.  The sword hit the long sword.  Han Yunxiao's long sword was not as powerful as his opponent. Coupled with the hasty confrontation just now, it was naturally not enough to withstand the huge power of the sword. The sword pressed the long sword and hit Han Yunxiao's chest.  ¡°Bang¡­¡± With a sound, Han Yunxiao vomited blood and took several steps back.  "Okay, well done, Senior Brother Wang." "That's awesome. He is indeed the best disciple of the Baizhan Sect." The people below the ring shouted.  Many of these people want to challenge the ring, but they are a little afraid of the masters in the ring. After all, those who can be selected to defend the ring are the best in each discipline.  Wang Yunlong has served as a role model, giving everyone the confidence to challenge to a certain extent, so everyone will encourage and applaud him. At the same time, many people are starting to get ready to take action.    In the area where Baizhan Sect is located, there is a very conspicuous figure who is tall, strong, and black. From a distance, it looks like a human-shaped iron tower. It is Tong Baisheng, a disciple of Baizhan Sect.  Tong Baisheng looked at the competition on the 5th stage with a look of envy on his face, and then patted the long stick on his back with a look of determination on his face.    Tong Baisheng is not a person who is willing to be lonely. He also wants to get a ranking in the competition, but now he only has an eighth-level warrior cultivation level, which is lower than anyone else in the ring.  " However, Tong Baisheng also has his advantage, that is, after practicing the Diamond Sutra, Tong Baisheng's physical strength is much stronger than that of disciples of the same level, and his strength is also stronger.  Therefore, Tong Baisheng wants to give it a try and get a good ranking in the conference. At the same time, Tong Baisheng is not greedy. As long as he can get into the top ten, he will be satisfied.  Tong Baisheng¡¯s big eyes looked at the ten defenders, and finally set his sights on Zhou Zhengqi on the No. 10 ring, and then strode towards the No. 10 ring.  "Senior brother, I am Tong Baisheng, a disciple of the Baizhan Sect. I would like to ask you for advice." Tong Baisheng bowed his hands and said.  "Zhou Zhengqi." Zhou Zhengqi cupped his hands and didn't say much, but looked at Tong Baisheng coldly.  At this moment, a white-robed disciple from the Weapon Refining Sect came over and said calmly to the two of them: "Two junior brothers, I will be the judge in this round. You can compete." "Thank you, senior brother." Tong Baisheng  He bowed his hands and said.  "Thank you." Zhou Zhengqi also responded and said.  Immediately, Tong Baisheng took off the long stick from behind, held a stick flower in the air, pointed the tip of the long stick directly at Zhou Zhengqi, and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, I'm about to take action." "Please." Zhou Zhengqi responded,  He took out two swords from his back and struck them together.  There was a crashing sound.  "Ah" Tong Baisheng roared, as if to cheer himself up, he suddenly swung the iron rod and smashed it towards Zhou Zhengqi.  Because, Tong Baisheng had practiced the Diamond Sutra of external martial arts.  Therefore, the body is not only stronger, but also faster than ordinary people. The long stick even split the air with a burst of sound, and slammed towards Zhou Zhengqi.  Seeing that Tong Baisheng's attack was so powerful, Zhou Zhengqi showed a look of surprise. Originally, he saw that Tong Baisheng was an eighth-level warrior.  There was still some contempt for him, but now after seeing his attack, that contempt was gone.  Tong Baisheng's long stick arrived in a blink of an eye and struck Zhou Zhengqi's head from top to bottom. The long stick's attack range was farther.  Zhou Zhengqi couldn't attack him at all.  Tong Baisheng's attack was so fierce that it was difficult for Zhou Zhengqi to dodge the blow. He could only cross his swords in front of him in an attempt to block Tong Baisheng's powerful blow.  "Clang" There was another sound of steel hitting, and Tong Baisheng's long stick directly smashed the two swords apart, making Zhou Zhengqi's arms tremble.  Although Zhou Zhengqi¡¯s double swords could not withstand the long stick, they bought Zhou Zhengqi some time.  Zhou Zhengqi proudly dodged in advance to avoid this terrifying blow.  Zhou Zhengqi looked at Tong Baisheng solemnly. The contempt he had just felt had long since disappeared. Instead, he felt a sense of fear towards Tong Baisheng in his heart.  ¡­ ¡­ These two games attracted the attention of many people, including the leader of the Tianluo Sect on the high platform, and several people also whispered a few words while watching.  "Senior Brother Wang, this Tong Baisheng's cultivation is only at the eighth level of a warrior, but his combat power cannot be underestimated." Zhou Qian said with a look of surprise.  "That's right. Otherwise, this kid wouldn't have been able to escape the Yuncheng Mine." Wang Pingyi said with a smile.  The two battles in the square now are challenged by disciples of Baizhan Sect, and both disciples have the upper hand. If these two disciples can win, then four disciples of Baizhan Sect will enter the top ten.  How could Wang Pingyi be unhappy?  "Humph, Junior Brother Wang, it seems that our Ghost Shadow Sect has not offended your Baizhan Sect, is there any need to target our Ghost Shadow Sect from the very beginning?" Huang Yun frowned and asked in a cold voice.  "Senior Brother Huang, I don't understand what you mean." Wang Pingyi snorted coldly and said.  "What do you mean? There are ten arenas in total in the square. If you two disciples from the Baizhan Sect don't challenge the disciples from other sects, why do you two challenge our disciples from the Ghost Shadow Sect? Isn't this clearly embarrassing for us?"  Huang Yun said.  "Senior Brother Huang, you have wronged me. Even if I am the leader of the Baizhan Sect, I will not interfere with the opponent that the disciple chooses to challenge. Moreover, the sect competition is not a personal grudge. The disciples of our Baizhan Sect are not  Not stupid, naturally choose the weakest opponent to challenge." Wang Pingyi said.  "Junior Brother Wang, what do you mean by this? Are you just calling us the weakest in the Ghost Shadow Sect in a roundabout way?" Huang Yun said with an angry face.  "Senior Brother Huang misunderstood, I was just discussing the matter." Wang Pingyi glanced at the other party without saying anything.Said fearfully.  "Okay, the two junior brothers should stop fighting and watch the competition in the square." Seeing the two people fighting more and more fiercely, the leader of the Tianluo Sect stopped them.  "Yes, the competition on Arena No. 5 seems to have come to an end." The leader of the Miaodan Sect said.  As soon as Liu Qing's words came out, everyone naturally looked at the No. 5 ring, which was the ring where Wang Yunlong and Han Yunxiao fought. At this time, the two men were fighting in full swing, and they both had some injuries.  However, it can be clearly seen from the ring that Wang Yunlong has firmly gained the upper hand and winning the game is just a matter of time. Han Yunxiao can only barely parry and has no ability to fight back at all.  With a sound of "Clang", the swords collided with each other again. The sword in Wang Yunlong's hand was so powerful that it directly knocked away Han Yunxiao's sword.  The next moment, Wang Yunlong took another step forward and looked at Han Yunxiao's chest with his sword horizontally. Han Yunxiao was unable to resist at this time and was directly chopped off the ring by Wang Yunlong with the back of the sword.
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report