Cutting

Mu Qingyun glanced at the two people standing on the ring, quickly turned around, and asked Wang Jiaoxi next to him for information.

"Are you aware of this?"

Wang Jiaoxi coughed, moved his eyes and changed the subject, "Well, Qingqing, go and prepare. Your second round will be your turn in about ten minutes."

When Mu Qingyun reads novels, he will sometimes write about how masters compete with each other, often with hundreds of moves, or else they will fight for three days and three nights.

But actually after coming here and really starting to practice martial arts, and even starting to practice internal strength, she found that it was rare for a real duel to be able to do a hundred moves, unless it was a guidance match, a practice match or something like that.

Mu Qingyun really let go of the fight and used all his strength. He could only perform thirty or fifty moves at most. Any more, and the moves would gradually lose their shape.

After playing for more than ten minutes, you will definitely feel very tired.

Three more days and three nights?

Not to mention fighting, practicing martial arts for three days and three nights will cost you half your life.

Her martial arts is no longer weak, she is still a hair away from entering the subtle realm, she just has a little bit of accumulation and a little bit of firepower.

Now that I practice Qigong, I can already feel the energy and blood throughout my body being filled, and the energy flowing out through the skin and bone marrow. When the true energy flows throughout the body, my mind is condensed, and I can recognize the extreme details of my body, I will naturally be able to understand the subtleties.

The contestant has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years. Although he came from a folk martial arts school, he is not without foundation. He has never done anything except practicing martial arts since he was a child.

She didn't know how sustainable the output of the masters of Po Luan Realm was.

However, even if two people from the Pohuan Realm fight, the fight probably won't last long. If it's really a life-or-death situation, it's often just a matter of a few moves.

She was actually still fighting Zhou Zhi. Mu Qingyun took a closer look and was stunned. His eyes were flying for a long time.

The referee said calmly: "Zhang Qingqing wins."

In such a competition, one can't blame Chen Yi for turning pale with anger. Naihe roared several times, but Zhou Zhi couldn't understand anything.

Mu Qingyun was a little surprised, but this was not the time to think about this. She took a deep breath, adjusted her lightweight soft armor as instructed in advance, and then checked her shoes and sword.

It was windy and rainy, and the rain hit the ground and splashed up clouds of mist.

The young newcomer's sword actually split Sun Feifei's long whip from the center in an instant.

"It's Sun Feifei!"

All the disciples outside the field couldn't help but close their eyes.

Situ Qingshuang didn't come?

That kind of determination that stands out from the crowd is really strange.

Sun Feifei's moves, flaws, and all the weaknesses in her body seemed to be unfolding before her eyes.

"I see the doctor is here."

The imperial court was furious and ordered Dali Temple to conduct a strict investigation. Dali Temple replaced the minister of Dali Temple for this reason, but no evidence was found.

Before the thoughts in his mind were finished, Mu Qingyun bumped into Sun Feifei. The sword was closed before it was completely unsheathed, and the scabbard was cut on her mouth.

Soon, the time is up.

Zhuo Yanfei's attention suddenly shifted, he stood up and got out of the stands, walking to the side of the martial arts arena.

On the ring, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of Sun Feifei's mouth, and she suddenly whipped her soft whip. The whip hit the bluestone on the ring, the electric light flashed, and the boulder shattered.

The problem is that Zhou Zhi's performance is simply frightening. He is afraid that Chen Yi will feel uncomfortable somewhere in the beating. He wants to throw his whole body, from head to toe, to Chen Yi's sword and let her play with it.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Mu Qingyun paused, and his sect leader Zhuo Yanfei actually frowned, with a look of confusion on his face: "Why doesn't Situ Qingshuang come? He must not let us go."

Zhuo Yanfei laughed.

This whip has the power to crack rocks.

This is not good.

Disciples from other sects also sighed inwardly, new people are just new people, they are reckless and impulsive.

The experts lowered their heads, curled their lips, rolled their eyes, and some laughed.

Of course, the gap between Situ Qingshuang and others is so big that it is really difficult to compare.

I heard that a case occurred more than ten years ago that has not yet been solved.

If this young newcomer chooses the wrong way to deal with it, he may lose quickly.

Master Zhuo didn't put his mind on that, but it didn't matter. He taught them, especially Wang Jiaoxi, who taught Chen Yi the most, and his face was so slapped that his chin almost shook.

The whole house was silent.

In fact, Chen Yi's sword power is long-lasting, and his swordsmanship can already reveal his aura of success.

In her previous life, she must have been a person who was used to winning.

Mu Qingyun swept away those arrogant thoughts.

Sun Feifei didn't even have time to make a second move. Severe pain hit her, her vision went black, and bang, she fell unconscious on the ring.

But standing here, she suddenly felt confident. Don't say that the other party was not subtle. Even if she broke through on the spot and suddenly became subtle, Mu Qingyun actually thought that she would still be the winner.

"Wow!"

If you avoid her first wave of attacks, her fierceness will not be so strong after that.

The sword he used was a standard weapon obtained directly from the competition committee.

Mu Qingyun held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. With a sudden smile on his face, he suddenly pulled out the sword half an inch. Not only did he not dodge, he also accelerated in an instant and flew straight towards Sophie's whip.

Situ Qingshuang, the young master of the Huijian Sect, didn't bother at all and just hit him casually with just a few moves.

She has only seen one master who can break the illusion, the accurate sword of the Mishima Kingdom, the Holy Wood Eleven.

Mu Qingyun remained calm, his eyes fell lightly on Sun Feifei, and a trace of contempt could not help but rise in his heart.

At her age, she can't be said to be bad at all.

"Several of my disciples have signed up, but they don't even make a living, so they definitely can't fight Mu Luosheng."

His thoughts became more and more scattered, but Mu Qingyun's heart became calmer and quieter.

Sun Feifei is an offensive master, and she usually knocks her opponent down with extremely ferocious attacks in a fight.

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Feifei's eyes were piercing, and she quickly flicked her right arm, and the silver whip swept directly between Mu Qingyun's eyebrows.

Beside the stands, several elderly people looked around, their hearts pounding.

At this moment, around Chen Yi's ring, the general audience clapped and shouted, "Come on", their faces were red and their necks were thick with excitement, and it was extremely lively.

After a long while, the masters, uncles, and teachers from various sects finally figured out what happened.

After this case, everyone has developed a conditioned reflex. Before going into the ring, they should not only look at their own weapons, but also their relatives and friends should help pay attention to the opponent's weapons.

In the rain and fog, the referee solemnly shouted: "Start!"

Bang!

Mu Qingyun suddenly came back to his senses.

In that year's competition, a contestant didn't pay attention. Someone had poison on his weapon. Many of his opponents were injured by him. They didn't pay attention at first. Later, the poison actually spread and became contagious.

.

"No, she cut her own whip herself."

The whip is long, thin, soft and flexible. Generally speaking, it is almost impossible to split the entire whip into two pieces from a round surface as thick as a thumb.

Mu Qingyun walked towards his own ring and glanced at Chen Yi before leaving.

The surrounding audience was immediately in an uproar.

The whip is a soft weapon, but Sun Feifei used it with great ferocity.

"The opponent seems to be a newcomer to Yuncheng Martial Arts School. He has never participated in a competition."

The sword also needs to be carefully cleaned and wiped clean.

More than thirty people died in one breath.

The others thought for a while and nodded.

"What she was playing with was a whip, but she insisted on pursuing the strength of cutting iron like clay. The strength was poured into the body of the whip. In fact, she turned the whip into a 'sword' and a 'knife', missing its own essence.

Advantages.”

A soft whip is difficult to break, but after it becomes a 'low-quality' sword, breaking it becomes much easier.

The stronger and more ferocious Sun Feifei's strength was, the faster her whip was cut.
Chapter completed!