when!

The sound of a long stick falling to the ground is like a muffled thunder rolling.

Gao Luosheng's family has a root of knowledge, both internal and external, and his Shaolin stick technique is superb. He is enough to be among the top ten among the younger generation in Luoyang, but he is defeated without any suspense. A discerning person can tell at a glance that Zhao Huai's last sword deliberately changed the route. If he lifted three points slightly, he stabbed Gao Luosheng's chest diagonally and easily reaped his life.

Everyone felt cold in their hearts. The disciples of Shushan were so powerful. Who can match them?

Zhao Huai took the sword and took a few steps back and said apologetically: "Senior Brother Gao, Zhao is not good at learning skills and has not been able to control the strength of the sword well. Please do not be surprised."

Gao Luosheng had a hot face and said with a forced smile: "Senior Brother Zhao's swordsmanship is superb. Gao has been taught!" He covered his wound, lowered his head and crawled into the crowd without mentioning it.

"I'll ask about Shushan Sword Technique!"

The crowd suddenly separated, and a sturdy young man with a thick body and a copper-like face walked out. His eyebrows were dark and thick, his jaw was covered with short whiskers like steel needles, his arms were swollen, and a pair of nine-section iron maces were inserted diagonally behind him. While walking, he was like a tiger king on a patrol, his eyes were bright and bright.

Zhao Huai smiled and said, "Isn't it a pity to make friends with martial arts? How dare you ask your senior brother for his honorary name?"

The stout young man said loudly: "I call Yanbiao!"

Zhao Huai raised his sword with his left hand on his right arm and said, "Please!"

Hu Yanbiao pulled out his two maces with his backhand, and said loudly: "I have a thousand pounds of power on my iron mace, so be careful!"

Zhao Huai said calmly: "Just let the horse come over!"

Hu Yanbiao roared wildly, and the iron mace danced out two balls of strong wind, and slashed over with his head and face. His movements were strong and powerful, brave but not clumsy. The iron mace slashed out with full force and could easily break the weapons of ordinary warriors.

"Hu Yan will win!" The crowd of onlookers burst into a tremendous cheer. Hu Yanbiao was born with divine power, was very brave and fierce, and was even stronger than Gao Luosheng in terms of record. Everyone hoped that he could earn some face.

Zhao Huai bounced his feet and waved his sword with his bow, ding ding ding ding! The tip of the sword accurately stabbed the iron mace, and he flew back with the strength. His eyesight was excellent, his swordsmanship and his body skills were fully displayed.

Hu Yanbiao opened his mouth and roared angrily. A pair of iron maces flipped the river and stirred the sea. He chased his opponent's figure tightly and swept across the wildly, seizing the initiative in the battle situation. However, Zhao Huai avoided the real and went to the virtual, fully leveraging his flexible body skills, and sometimes went left and right, sometimes advanced and sometimes retreated. The long sword often stabbed from an unexpected angle, cleverly resolving the iron mace killing move.

The two of them fought quickly and were as fast as a whirlwind, making people breathless.

Hu Yanbiao's tactics are too strong, and it consumes a lot of energy and physical strength. As the saying goes, the wind does not last long, and the heavy rain does not last long. After attacking more than ten moves, his breath was exhausted, and his waving arms could not help but frustrate, and the iron mace paused in the air.

Zhao Huai's reaction was so sharp that his sword light surged, and he immediately turned around and rushed into the central palace.

Hu Yanbiao hurriedly retreated and returned to his mace to guard the portal.

In a blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive momentum reversed, with the sword stabbed or slashed, and the ding-dang dang hit the iron mace continuously, and countless Mars scattered. Suddenly, Hu Yanbiao let out a muffled groan, and his left trump card landed on the ground, and blood flowed from his wrist.

Zhao Huai smiled and lowered his fingers to the tip of his sword: "Brother Hu Yan, I'm giving in!"

Hu Yanbiao's face was gray and he left the court unwillingly unwillingly.

The Luoyang warriors lost two consecutive games, but Meng Baiyi refused to give up, and ordered all the disciples to take turns to fight, and they must show the reputation of Shushan Sword Sect. Gao Xuejiang was unable to ride a tiger, so he bit the bullet and let the young generation take over. As a result, Shushan won nine battles and nine strengths, and his strength was desperate.

Facts have proved that if you want to deal with the elites of Shushan, you may have to take action from the masters of Xuanyuan Gate or Taiyi Palace. Your martial arts cultivation cannot tolerate any adulteration, and you cannot make up for the gap by just relying on fighting spirit and courage.

Gao Xuejiang's face was so cold that he could scrape off two taels of white frost. Tonight, he was destined to lose a big loss. Once the news spreads to the world, I don't know how many people will joke.

Meng Baiyi clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Brother Gao, thank you for your kind hospitality! Your side has lost nine consecutive games. How about ending the competition in the last game?"

Gao Xuejiang secretly scolded him for being in power and was unforgivable. He swept his eyes around and saw that the young people were flickering in their eyes, lacking fighting spirit, both sad and helpless, and they wished they could end up in person.

Meng Baiyi said aloud: "Nie Qianqian, come!"

"yes!"

A girl in white flew into the yard, her eyes circulated, and said fragilely: "Nie Qianqian, Shushan, which senior brother is willing to give him advice?"

She is tall and slender, with her black hair as white as a waterfall, her skin as snow, her cherry lips as dyed, and her bright big eyes seem to be filled with emotion, revealing an ethereal and dreamy temperament from the inside out, reminding people of the beautiful scenery of Shu and the quiet and mysteriousness of the Great Shu Mountains.

The young men looked at each other, who dared to look down on her because she was a daughter? If she was defeated by Nie Qianqian's sword, wouldn't her face be too thin? She was completely disheartened for a while.

Nie Qianqian smiled, her teeth were as beautiful as jade, and she was indescribable: "Luoyang is a thousand-year-old capital. I wonder how many heroes were born. Could it be that no one dares to fight tonight?"

"I, Wu Dong!" A loud shout suddenly sounded, trembling everyone's eardrums.

Brush! Brush! Brush! Hundreds of complex gazes shot away, and fell on Wu Dong, who was half shocked and half angry.

Gao Luoxin, who was full of smirk, jumped away early and pretended to be innocent.

Nie Qianqian curled her sleeves and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Wu is very brave, I admire him! Please!"

Wu Dong was a mute and had no choice but to eat Coptis chinensis. How could he be embarrassed to tell that it was Gao Luoxin's prank? How could he retreat in front of everyone? He was so cruel that he would beat Luo Xin's robbery no matter how hard he thrust up Luo Xin's scoundrel! He thrust his back and raised his head and said, "Uncle Gao, my nephew has not brought weapons today, please borrow a knife!"

Gao Xuejiang frowned and said in a deep voice: "Wu Dong, how can you make a fool of yourself in public by making a knife technique that you are not good at using? I'm afraid that even Miss Nie's move can't be stopped, so don't humiliate yourself."

When the guests heard this, they sneered, and sarcastic voices came one after another: "Are the waste from the Wu family crazy?" "This kid wants to show off!" "I will lose in the tenth round!"

Wu Dong turned his mind: "Uncle Gao, if I lose, I will commit suicide on the spot! If I win by chance, I hope you can agree to my request!"

Death is about to be defeated, even the nine young strong men before would dare to express their opinions like this!

Everyone's hearts were terrified. Wu Dong was fighting with his life and was dying. Gao Luolin's delicate body trembled, anxious, angry and worried, and a faint light of tears appeared in her eyes.

Gao Xuejiang glanced at his daughter and suddenly laughed: "My Luoyang man stands tall and should have the courage to fight to the death! Wu Dong, if you win this time openly, I will agree no matter what request you make!"

Wu Dong said: "A real man has a word and a hundred words! Come on the knife!"
Chapter completed!