The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Facing Tang Jun's desperate attack, even Ye Qing showed a trace of surprise at this moment.

She used her extremely fast posture to constantly change positions in mid-air, and then enveloped Tang Jun with countless invisible sword energy. But Tang Jun was like a tireless and fearless bull, just ramming, punching punch after punch at Ye Qing.

The two sides suddenly fought hundreds of moves in mid-air, almost all of them were Tang Jun being passively beaten. At this moment, there was no good meat on the whole body.

Even Liang Yan, an indifferent junior, couldn't help feeling unbearable and secretly felt compassion.

"If you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid Brother Tang will destroy the foundation of his body even if he doesn't die."

He glanced at Yu Xuanji on the Wuxuan platform, and wondered in his heart: "Why doesn't the master stop the fight?"

In fact, Liang Yan didn't know something. Yu Xuanji knew his apprentice better than him. This person walked to the end. Since he decided to do his best, he would definitely not give up halfway. At this time, if I concede defeat on his behalf, I'm afraid this disciple will lose his Dao heart, and it will be difficult to make progress in the future.

Liang Yan and others were secretly worried, Ye Qing in mid-air was also shocked. She used the "Wind Spirit and God Action" taught by her teacher to repeatedly avoid Tang Jun's close attacks. But at this moment of the battle, Tang Jun had gradually figured out his own body law.

Tang Jun actually saw the flaws in the next several dodges, and gradually he could no longer distance himself from the body cultivator.

"How can this person persist? Even if he is a cultivator who has suffered so many invisible sword energy from me, he should have been cut off the court long ago!"

Ye Qing's heart was slightly stunned. Since she started her teacher, very few monks of the same realm can fight her with more than a hundred moves. Tang Jun is the only one who can resist so many sword auras approaching her.

Facing Tang Jun's losing-lose style of play, Ye Qing suddenly became a little flustered. She just dodged a punch from Tang Jun, and the next moment her figure shifted, she found that Tang Jun had reached her side in advance.

"Friend Daoist Ye, you can't run away!"

At this moment, the blood had blurred Tang Jun's face, but he just grinned and put a big hand on Ye Qing's string.

Ye Qing's heart fluttered, trying to fiddle a few more notes, but found that the strings were like a huge boulder, and she couldn't play anymore.

Tang Jun pressed one hand on Ye Qing's string, but the other hand stopped in front of Ye Qing's face, and he smiled and said, "Friend Ye Daoyou, you have lost!"

Ye Qing stared at the **** man in front of him, gazes over his fist, and fell on his blood-stained face, unexpectedly asking, "She is more important than your life?"

Tang Jun grinned and said nothing, suddenly his eyelids closed, and he fell from midair.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, but it was the woman named Zhou Yun, but Yan Weixian was beside her, so she didn't dare to take the stage without authorization.

Liang Yan stood on the edge of the Wutai platform, and suddenly felt a breeze. Before he even blinked his eyelids, he found that the Yu Xuanji on the Wuxuan platform had disappeared. When he looked back, Yu Xuanji had already flew back from mid-air with his disciple.

The half-hundred-old man, the peak master of Guanyufeng, threw the disciple under his hand to Mei Shisan, and said faintly: "It's really a stone, smelly and hard!"

Naturally, Mei Shisan knew that the master was talking about Tang Jun's stubborn temper, so she didn't dare to take the conversation. She just ordered her junior and younger brothers and sisters to carry the seriously injured senior to heal her injuries.

Tang Jun and Ye Qing had a fight. Although Tang Jun won in the end, he himself was severely injured and unable to fight. Under the rules of the game with five players on each side, this round was actually a tie.

Yu Xuanji also didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so strong. He originally valued the two apprentices Tang Jun and Xiang Tianying very much. He felt that although the opponent had three late stage foundations, it was not without the capital of the first battle.

But now it seems that the situation is not optimistic.

"Yan Weixian, the old fox, said that these are all his disciples trained by him, huh! This is clearly borrowed from others in Qianyuan Sacred Palace!"

Yu Xuanji snorted coldly in his heart. After Ye Qing reported to his family, everyone knew about the matter. Yu Xuanji was also secretly calculating in his heart whether to borrow one or two late foundation-building disciples from other peaks to help.

Just as he was thinking secretly in his heart, there was already someone from Yan Weixian who jumped on the martial arts stage.

This person is carrying a long sword and behaves free and easy, but there is a sense of unrest in his eyes.

He didn't even look at the disciples of Yu Xuanji, but he arched his hands towards Yu Xuanji on the Wuxuan platform and said: "In Xia Yuan Taiji, I have come to challenge the disciples of Yu Xuanji. Every fellow daoists of the same rank in the field, No matter who it is, as long as he can walk 30 strokes under Yuan Mou's sword, Yuan Mou will immediately abandon the sword and leave!"

"What a mad tone!" There were many disciples from other peaks watching the battle. At this moment, after listening to Yuan Taiji's provocative words, they couldn't help whispering ~www.ltnovel.com~ Someone couldn't help but yelled:" This person is such a big talk, does it really mean that we have no one in the Yungang Sect?"

The person who shouted was just a refining period, but he consciously couldn't lose the aura of the sect anyway, so he raised his breath and shouted. Someone immediately echoed it, and someone shouted: "And teach this kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky a good lesson!"

Yu Xuanji frowned slightly. He was considering whether to let Xiang Tianying play now, or to hire a helper, when he suddenly saw that someone on his side had already jumped onto the martial arts stage.

The player in his early twenties, dressed in gray, was his seventeenth disciple, Liang Yan.

"These little rascals have turned their backs one by one. Tang Jun is like this, and Liang Yan is like that. He went on the court without my permission! He also went up to fool around in the middle of the foundation building!" Yu Xuanji furiously said in his heart.

Liang Yan didn't have the consciousness of "playing without permission", instead he stood on the court "shyly" and said with a smile:

"This Yuan Dao friendly student's weird request actually wants to learn so many 30 tricks! But since you sincerely ask for advice, Liang will reluctantly point you to 30 tricks. Fellow Yuan Dao rest assured, saying that 30 tricks is three. Ten tricks, one trick will not be less!"

As soon as Liang Yan's voice fell, Yuan Taiji's eyes burst with fierce light, and even the corners of his mouth were twisted.

"Things that do not know the heights of the sky, they will die!"

Yuan Taiji yelled, and the sword art in his hand suddenly rose.

Zheng!

With a melodious sword blast, the long sword behind him was unsheathed and emptied into the air, like a violent wind, and instantly rushed on top of Liang Yan's head.

"Hey, is this the "Sword of Strange Wind"? It's nothing but you!"

Liang Yan sneered, and a purple thunder and lightning rushed out from the storage bag, like a thunder dragon entering the sea, directly plunged into the mid-air gust of wind!