Xuanjun swordsman

on the ring.

Wen Jueyuan said indifferently: "Although you have made great advances in martial arts recently, you still feel overwhelmed if you want to confront me."

Huang Qianjun wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, got up with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "After a year, I will certainly be beyond your reach."

After that, he turned and walked off the ring.

Wen Jueyuan frowned slightly, then shook his head disapprovingly.

It's just the words of the loser.

Not worth the sun.

Huang Qianjun staggered to Huang Yunchong's side, pretending to be relaxed and shrugged: "Father, this is all I can do now, don't be disappointed."

Huang Yun rushed up, hugged Huang Qianjun's shoulders tightly, his face was full of relief and pride, and said:

"I didn't even think that you could last until now, and even though you were defeated in this battle, it's an honor!"

Huang Ganjun grinned grinningly.

He glanced around, but was disappointed to find that he didn't see the figure he most wanted to see at the moment.

Inside and outside the banquet venue, the cheers for Wen Jueyuan continued.

Here in Guangling City, no matter the people watching the battle by boat on the river, or the ordinary people standing on the bank of the river to watch the excitement, there are heated discussions.

A big man sighed and said: "With such a reputation, the No.1 title of the Longmen Grand Competition will definitely be picked by the writers."

Someone twitched their beards and laughed: "This is normal. Anyway, Wen Jueyuan is an inner disciple of Qinghe Sword Mansion, a young talent with a perfect blood-moving state. If he can't win No.1, it will be a joke!"

"Senior Brother Ni, what do you think of Senior Brother Wen? He's a big hit today, and he's unparalleled."

Nan Ying's beautiful eyes flowed, and they clung to Ni Hao's ears, whispering softly, exhaling like blue.

Looking at the pretty face in front of him, and smelling the fragrance of the beauty, Ni Hao's heart felt hot.

There was a look of contempt on his face, "Wen Jueyuan is practicing in the west courtyard, and I am a student in the east courtyard, how can my junior sister compare him to me? If I were to play, I would easily take him down!"

Nan Ying smiled softly with eyes and mouth, her eyebrows were affectionate, "What I like the most is Senior Brother Ni's confident look. This is the courage that a man should have."

Ni Hao felt very relieved, but he sighed: "Unfortunately, we are guests this time. According to the rules, people who are not from Guangling City and Luoyun City cannot participate, otherwise I will let my junior sister take a look. How did I get Wen Jueyuan!"

On the other side of Luoyun City, there was also a lot of discussion.

"Wen Jueyuan is too strong, isn't it?"

"As an inner disciple of the Qinghe Sword Mansion, he still participated in the Longmen Grand Competition. Isn't this bullying?"

"Hey, is it possible that the No.1 Longmen Competition will be taken away by Guangling City?"

Compared to the excitement on the Guangling City side, the Luoyun City side was full of sighs.

Many young people who originally planned to join the war have already started to retreat and dare not go forward.

"Could it be that no one in Luoyun City dares to fight? If so, this No. 1 will belong to Wen Jueyuan of Guangling City!"

In Guangling City, someone shouted loudly.

There were bursts of booing sounds.

This made the faces of those important figures in Luoyun City look a little unsightly.

Only the city lord Li Jianyu remained calm.

However, when he saw this scene, he pondered for a while, and then said to Mo Haolong, the head of the Mo family beside him:

"Brother Mo, it's getting late, how about letting Fu Shan and the others open their eyes?"

Mo Haolong nodded with a smile, and said, "As your lord wishes."

He took a deep breath and shouted: "Where is Tianling, why don't you make a quick move?"

The sound was like thunder, and it actually suppressed the discussion in the field.

Everyone wondered, did Li Jianyu arrange for another strong player to appear?

Everyone doesn't know why.

No one noticed, Fu Shan quietly clenched his hands and his eyes flickered.

Only he knows that Li Jianyu has played his real trump card in order to win Lingzhu Island!

"It's really boring to just go out and participate in the battle, and still hold on to airs."

At the same time, as if sensing something, Su Yi looked at the distant river and shook his head.

"Ok?"

Soon, Zhou Huaiqiu, Li Tianhan, Huang Yunchong and other important figures present all turned their heads and looked at the same place.

At this time, other people present also noticed that something was wrong, and the discussion became much quieter.

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation on the surface of the Dacang River far away.

From the depths of thousands of lights, a swift wave of water suddenly rushed out, coming very fast, like a dragon breaking through the waves in a river.

Along the way, I don't know how many boats were impacted and retreated to the sides, and countless lights shook violently, like a fire dragon turning over.

The movement was so loud that it attracted countless gazes.

People can already see clearly that the water wave is a person stepping on the water wave, running wildly on the big river, as fast as flying in the water.

Under the light of the lights, it looks like a god and a man stepping on the waves!

"This... is this a human?"

Someone cried out.

Those big figures couldn't help but be moved, showing disbelief.

Stepping on the waves, walking against the water?

This is something that can only be done at the level of energy gathering and transformation!

In the banquet hall, only Zhou Huaiqiu has such ability.

Could it be that the one who came was a big shot in the late stage of Qi Gathering Realm?

Under the suspicious eyes of everyone, the man who came stepping on the water like a demon stretched his figure, leaped in the air, and landed on the Longmen Bridge.

Witnessing the astonishment on the faces of everyone present, the man couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he was very amused, and said:

"Everyone, don't think too much, I just stepped on a wooden plank, and I am not a person in the Qi Gathering Realm."

He has a bronze complexion, a black military uniform, and a scabbard sword on his back. His figure is thin, with a long and narrow scar between his eyebrows and eyes, and he exudes a fierce and ferocious aura.

Only then did everyone see that there was a wooden plank floating on the surface of the river.

Obviously, just now the man was running across the river on a wooden plank, not the real Lingbo walking against the water.

This made people feel relieved, but also shocked.

Even if you are running on the river on a wooden plank, you still need to use your own cultivation to motivate you.

And to be able to achieve this step in the blood-moving realm, one can imagine how strong and terrifying this man's background is!

"It turned out to be this villain!"

On the seat, Zhou Huaiqiu frowned and his face sank.

Ni Hao and Nan Ying also recognized the person who came, and they both showed expressions of surprise.

Mo Tianling!

He was originally a disciple of Qinghe Sword House, but because of his arrogance and fierce temperament, during the martial arts competition, he cut off the arm of his fellow sect, which aroused the wrath of the big figures of the sect and expelled him from the mountain gate.

Later, he left Yunhe County and went to the Red Scale Army under the command of Yun Guanghou, fighting and fighting on the frontline battlefield.

No one expected that he would appear here.

"It turned out to be him, that 'fierce maniac' from the Mo family in Luoyun City!"

"Didn't it mean that he was serving in the Red Scale Army, why did he suddenly come back?"

At the same time, there were discussions everywhere, all talking about Mo Tianling.

"This son has a strong murderous aura, it seems that in the Red Scale Army, his subordinates have killed many people."

Fu Shan frowned.

At this time, even the big shots in Guangling City realized that the situation was delicate.

Originally, the No.1 Longmen Competition would belong to Wen Jueyuan.

But obviously, Mo Tianling's arrival brought a change to this contest!

"Tianling, don't waste any more time, go and join the battle!"

On the other side of Luoyun City, the head of the Mo family, Mo Haolong, spoke in a deep voice.

"Although the Longmen Competition is very boring, since you have already opened your mouth, old man, how dare I refuse?"

Mo Tianling laughed and strode onto the ring.

All eyes on the scene then moved away.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance to unleash the sword. If I strike first, you may not even have the chance to unleash the sword."

Mo Tianling glanced at Wen Jueyuan, and smiled.

He stood lazily, with frivolous eyes and a sloppy look.

Such gestures and tone seemed extremely insolent.

Wen Jueyuan frowned slightly, but he was not irritated. Instead, there was a look of concentration between his brows, and he felt the fear of the other party's breath.

However, this instead aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.

Clang!

Wen Jueyuan drew his sword out of its sheath, its sharp edge was terrifying.

"Draw your knife."

Wen Jueyuan looked solemn, and spoke coldly.

"You are not worthy of my knife."

Mo Tianling shook his head, speaking casually, as if stating a fact.

Wen Jueyuan couldn't help being aroused in his heart.

He no longer hesitated, and rushed forward, his figure was like an arrow leaving the string, extremely fast.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

And in his hand, twelve swords were pierced in an instant, each sword was faster than the other, sharp and dazzling, and soul-stirring.

Chasing Light Twelve Swords.

This is Wen Jue Yuan's under-the-box swordsmanship, which has already reached the point of "entering the room", and it is only one line away from perfecting it!

"It still makes a little sense."

The corners of Mo Tianling's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't hide or evade, with a calm expression on his face. When the sword shadow Wen Jueyuan swung came to kill him, he suddenly let out a loud shout from his lips:

"To defeat you, one punch is enough!"

Seeing his aura suddenly changed, the originally lazy figure rushed out with a fierce and frightening force.

As he shouted, he clenched his right hand violently and punched out.

In a trance, in the eyes of many people, Mo Tianling was like a ferocious beast, opening his mouth to choose someone to devour, the ferocity and bloody aura made people's hearts tremble.

There was only a piercing crash of "Dang!" resounding through the arena.

When fists and swords intersected, Wen Jueyuan's long sword was blasted out first, followed by his body retreating uncontrollably.

pedal!pedal!pedal!

After retreating five full steps, Wen Jueyuan's face was pale and transparent, and as his chest rose and fell sharply, he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

puff!

The blood stained the front of his clothes, hot and dazzling.

One punch!

Wen Jueyuan, who was favored by everyone in Guangling City just now and thought he could win the No.1 title, was defeated unexpectedly!

His sword flew away, his figure stepped back five steps, coughing up blood!

The whole audience was dead silent.

In the banquet hall, all the big figures lost their minds, and countless spectators lost their voices.

The power of such a punch brings too much visual impact!

It's almost unbelievable.

On the stage, Mo Tianling shook his head and said: "Too weak, are the descendants of Qinghe Sword House still so immature?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and looked around, deliberately looking at Zhou Huaiqiu, Ni Hao, and Nan Ying for a while, with an undisguised sarcasm on his lips.

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ps: Tomorrow will be a climax of the early stage, which is the pretense that everyone loves to see.

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