Two swords clamped Zhang Liuqi in the middle.

The moment ago, the two of them on the stage were slashing the sword in their hands towards each other with all their might.

Although their martial arts were not taught by the same master, they were all disciples of the Liuru Sect, and their moves were no different. Therefore, when their skills were almost the same, they took the path of competing for brute force without taking a few moves.

Each sword uses all its strength, not seeking to suppress the enemy, but only hopes that the opponent will be weak and unable to withstand the powerful impact, and take the initiative to withdraw the sword and admit defeat.

In their expectation, this time when the two swords intersect, it is very likely that the weapons of both sides will be broken and their respective tiger mouths will be broken.

But at the last moment, there was a flash in front of me, the hilt of the sword turned lightly in my palm, and the sword body could no longer be swung.

"Senior Brother, you..." There were surprise, doubts, and dissatisfaction in their eyes.

They saw clearly that the person coming was Zhang Liuqi. He held the sword tips of the two of them tightly with both hands.

But there was no blood flowing from my palm.

Although the facts were in front of him, the bystanders could not help but be frightened. You should know that when the two swords were slashed out, they all used sword blades to face the sword blades, and Zhang Liuqi actually met with a pair of fleshy palms...

How profound skills does this require so that you won’t be cut off your hands? Even the former leader may not be able to do so, right?

But this was not the case. He just used a small trick to turn the sword blade first with tricks, turn the sword back to him, and then catch it with his palm.

This is why the two felt the hilt of the sword spinning in their hands.

But Zhang Liuqi likes to show off. In order to create a sensational effect, he deliberately closed his palms and let the people in the audience look at him. Liu seemed to be really invulnerable to swords and guns.

"What are you doing?" Gong Yueqing's master, Elder Yu, was the first to stand up to rebuke. The remaining nine elders all stared at him with cold and serious eyes, and their reproach was self-evident.

Seeing the elders reacted like this, many of the second-generation disciples shouted and scolded him for being wrong.

Zhang Liuqi was narrow-minded, which further aroused his stubbornness and sneered: "This is also called a martial arts competition? Is your master usually teach you this?" As he spoke, he used his skills to turn his arms and dragged the two of them off the ground. Then he let go, throwing the man and the sword away.

The two were thrown in the air. When they looked back, they saw that the place where they were left was outside the ring. If they were thrown off the ring so easily, not only would they lose all their faces, but their mentor's face was also dull. Gong Yueqing reacted a little faster, curled up, and suddenly bounced away. Her body jumped from like a bamboo strip, and her toes jumped back to the ring for more than three feet, with her toes almost pointing at the edge of the ring.

Chen Shuwen did the same thing and finally escaped humiliation.

The colorful sounds and thunderstorms are heard.

Zhang Liuqi's original intention was to throw the two of them off the ring, and his stance also exposed his intentions. Unexpectedly, their martial arts were not much higher than he had imagined, just a little higher, which made him want to humiliate others but was humiliated.

His old face turned red and he smiled and said, "Okay, wise, I will fight against two, and let's learn the tricks again!"

Gong Yueqing and the other two shared hatred against the enemy at this time. Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang Liuqi drew his sword, they took the lead and stabbed him from the left and right.

"Hmph, is the light of fireflies coming to compete with the sun and the moon?" Zhang Liuqi's anger arose from his heart. As soon as he set out his sword, he combined the sound and shape. The sound of the sword aimed at Gong Yueqing and the shape of the sword pointed at Chen Shuwen.

Although the two of them have not reached the level of unity of vocal and shape, they have often watched elder demonstrations. When they saw Zhang Liuqi's moves very often, they knew that he must have had this move. In a moment, the diaphragm of Gong Yueqing's brain had touched the edge of the sound, and then he was galloping, and he was about to swallow him immediately!

He was scared and turned backwards and shot more than two feet in a flash. When he hit the ground, he was no longer on the ring.

Chen Shuwen was even more unlucky. He didn't know where to dodge before the sword blade arrived. When he was in his arms, he had no choice but to push his sword to take it. He only felt a powerful force hitting him head-on, as if a huge rock flew at an extremely fast speed.

"Ah--!" He screamed, flew backwards and rushed out of the arena. If he just let him hit the ground, he would probably have to add a fall in addition to the sword injury, and whether he could survive is unknown.

A man jumped up and picked up the elder seat in the audience.

"My surname is Zhang, what is your martial arts competition? Is this how your master taught you?" The elder's lips trembled when he saw his beloved disciple being seriously injured.

Elder Tang also stood up and poked and scolded: "This is so unreasonable! Are you so anxious to be the head of this sect?..."

All the others agreed.

Zhang Liuqi ignored him and turned to Chen Shuwen's master and said, "This is how my master used to teach me how to use swords. Didn't your master teach me like this?"

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"Liuqi, how did you talk to the elders?" Zhou Sifang saw that he was talking too outrageously, so he had to stand up and scold him.

This time, Zhang Liuqi didn't even buy the senior brother's account, and said coldly: "If he wants to be like an elder, I won't talk to him like this."

The elder panted and said, "Okay, I am not worthy of being your elder! In my eyes, there is no such a great junior like you! Even if you win this sect with martial arts today, I will not admit it!" After saying that, he held his injured disciple and left the scene.

The disciples in the audience sighed. When the elder's disciples saw the old man leave, more than half of them followed him.

Elder Tang watched these people leave, feeling very uncomfortable and said hatefully: "Zhang Liuqi, you are indeed capable! But how can you make such a heavy hand in competition among fellow disciples?"

Zhang Liuqi said in a frivolous tone: "Is my hand heavy? I don't use all my strength! If it were a senior brother, I could take it without any effort. What's the matter? Everyone is the second-generation disciple of Liuru Sect. The difference is so big. Who should be reflected on? I don't think I have to talk too much, right?"

Although the two people who competed on the stage just now were not disciples of Elder Tang, he knew that the candidates he sent were just like this, so he was so angry that he was speechless when he said this. He choked for a long time and said, "Then you can't just run a stalker when others compete..."

Zhang Liuqi was about to face tit, but Zhou Xifang shouted: "Enough! You're too much today, come down!"

Zhang Liuqi refused to follow and said perfunctorily: "I'll get off after I finish speaking." He still turned to Elder Tang and argued with him.

Zhou Sifang was unhappy and thought to himself: "When he said he was the head of the sect, he didn't even listen to me. If he really made him the head of the sect, would he still have me as a senior brother?"

I heard Zhang Liuqi say to Elder Tang: "You read the rules of the martial arts competition in person. Which of the three points is said? Even if you can't stand the people on the ring, you can't play halfway and fight against two? There is no such thing?"

Elder Tang's eyes rolled around, thinking that there was no such thing, but this was self-evident, so why should we make clear provisions? However, we thought that this matter was indisputable, and we fought with him and became angry. It would be better to stimulate him and make him look ugly...

"Mr. Zhang is right," Elder Tang squeezed out an extremely complicated smile. "This is indeed not the rule in the competition, so although your actions just now are rude, they cannot be considered a foul. You are so capable, I think you can not only beat two at one, but also beat ten at one? Why don't you let the remaining eight disciples come up and learn it together, so as not to blame everyone for being too procrastinated..."

Zhang Liuqi was stunned - one beat ten or eight? He really never thought about it!

But everyone in the audience was already clamoring, drinking his over-the-color.

"Okay! Let's go together, let's go together, why am I afraid of! Come on--" Zhang Liuqi set up a portal and made a battle posture. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!