The Great Doorway of Daoism

　　 Fan Qingwu had another dark loss. Although he immediately blocked the blood vessel to stop the bleeding, his left foot could no longer move freely.

　　 Hearing Song Feifei's loud cheers, Fan Qingwu's face turned blue again as usual. After gritting his teeth, in order not to give Lin Xianjing too much time to arrange the mechanism, he immediately launched the offensive, and finally used the unique job of pressing the bottom of the box.

I saw him docking and rotating the two-foot-five axe shafts. The sun-moon double axe became a long stick with axe at both ends. The method, the axe blade is more powerful, and the spiritual power is output with all its strength, with the intention of quickly defeating Lin Xianjing.

　　 Lin Xian Jing's pressure increased greatly, and he had to switch to holding a shield with both hands, covering the left and the right, and retreating while blocking. Fortunately, Fan Qingwu's injury to his left foot affected his speed, and he was able to withstand the enemy.

　　 Seeing that Lin Xian's strength was also long, and did not show signs of decline, Fan Qingwu shouted, his moves changed again, his hands holding a stick and axe in a circle like a windmill, two axes smashed on the shield in turn like a storm.

Gradually noticed that the yellow light on Lin Xian’s shield was getting weaker and weaker, Fan Qingwu urged the remaining spiritual power to send out a full blow. He felt the shield surface sink and sink, and when he tilted down, he could see Lin Xian’s upper body. I was overjoyed. I was about to send out all the remaining spiritual power, but I heard a crisp sound. At the same time, the green light filled the middle of the shield, and the hand was light. Flies out of the ear.

Before he could react, Lin Xianjing let go of the shield and kicked the edge of the shield violently. The dovetail of the shield flew towards his calf. At the same time, Lin Xianjing waved his hands and divided two spiritual energy points. Attack the left and right shoulder fossa.

Fan Qingwu couldn't take care of both up and down, so he shouted "I admit defeat", and at the same time let go of the stick and axe, and his force blocked the momentum of hitting the shoulder. The shield saved him from injury.

　　 Song Feifei’s cheers rang out, and all the disciples who watched the game around also took a sigh of relief, and the competition was quite exciting.

　　 Fan Qingwu's axe is outstanding, his moves are varied, his attacking power is really good, it can be said to be a glorious defeat.

　　 Lin Xian Jing is not only defensive and tenacious, but what makes everyone's eyes open is the incomprehensibility of mechanism skills. Although the power cannot cause direct and huge damage to the disciples during the entrance period, two just right attacks are enough to weaken the opponent's combat power and influence the battle.

It was the first time that Hua Lan Ting saw the actual combat of mechanism art with my own eyes. I thought that the way of mechanism was really magical. I don’t know what the formation method looks like. Lin Xian was shocked to communicate more, even if he can't become a master, he still needs to know how to guard against and crack. This kind of actual combat is really good, and he has to observe more.

At the end of the game on the next morning, the Grand Tournament began to get better, and the evenly matched battle became more and more exciting. Various offensive and defensive methods have appeared on the stage, which opened the eyes of these rookie disciples, and they also secretly evaluated in their hearts. , Wondering what can be used as the future development direction of itself.

　　 Back to the place of construction, Hua Lan Ting silently recalled the few games he saw today, imagining how to deal with it if he faced it.

It is necessary to exploit strengths and circumvent weaknesses, and there are still some methods that are not available, but the leading palm thunder requires time to accumulate energy, and the opponent's level will become higher and higher, with various characteristics. Those with strange skills or fighting styles are really not the same. To deal with it, you need to prepare a few more plans to deal with it.

After the lunch break, Hua Lan Ting came to the venue to check the afternoon duel form and found that he, Zhuge Yun and Feng Qingjun’s opponents were not on the key list provided by Mu Xiu, but Wen Yin and Zhang Hanyun were all competing against each other. The main peak is a strong player, but it is coincidence that Yi Liunian’s crow’s mouth prophecy has finally been fulfilled, and Lin Xianjing and Song Feifei are actually in a group, but it’s okay, it's not his own and Feng Qingjun.

　　 Hua Lan Ting's game time is late, just to help Wen Yin and Zhang Hanyun.

　　 The first person to appear in the afternoon was Zhang Hanyun. Hualan Ting knew that she came from the Black Sand Sect of Blood Moon in the Northern Taichu Demon Yuan. She was beautiful in life. According to Song Feifei, she had many secret admirers. Because she didn't have too much contact, Hua Lanting didn't know her temperament and abilities deeply. It was only heard that in the first three rounds, she defeated her opponents with good swordsmanship and light spells.

Her opponent is a male disciple of the Fourth Peak. She is standing on the court in white clothes. She is tall and straight. If her face is not slightly feminine, some boys and girls are handsome guys. .

When Zhang Hanyun came on the field, Zhao Qichi clasped his fists and said: "Xiao Ke Tianquan, Zhao Qichi, has long heard that Junior Sister Zhang is unparalleled in beauty and demeanor. As soon as I saw it today, the rumors were true. Flowers."

Zhang Hanyun saw that his words were slightly frivolous, and didn't get angry. He giggled and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao is polite, the younger sister is very late in getting started, and she is not good at learning art. It's just a game of swords and guns. My heart is distressed, since the brother is so embarrassed, why don't he let this one go, how about sending me through?"

Zhao Qichi laughed and said, "It’s not your brother, I don’t know how to pity and cherish jade. It’s just that I am sure to win the top ten, but the younger sister can rest assured that I will show mercy to the younger sister and will not let the younger sister get hurt. When we have time in the future, we will discuss it separately. Please, Junior Sister."

　　 After shaking his hands, he took out a pair of judge's pens and put them on the defensive.

Zhang Hanyun: "This is what you said, it won't hurt me." As he said, he took out a long sword from the storage ring, pulled a sword flower, and handed it forward, and the tip of the sword took the opponent's middle palace straight. .

Hua Lanting, who was watching the battle next to him, was a little puzzled. Zhang Hanyun’s sword was different from the sword commonly used by women. The blade was long and wide, and it narrowed from the middle. Besides, didn’t it mean that she got a pair of male and female swords? ? Why is there only one?

　　 Zhao Qichi didn't pay attention to the style of Zhang Hanyun sword. He used his left hand judge's pen to knock open the ridge of the sword, and his right hand pen pierced Zhang Hanyun's chest.

He is determined to show off martial arts in front of others. Shuangbi does not inject much spiritual power, but the offensive is getting faster and faster, and the moves are more and less real, which is dazzling. It is a set of 36-way stormy strokes he is good at. The gestures are rapid and continuous.

Zhang Han Yunjian walks with people. The big sword flies up and down to protect the whole body. It turns in small steps and retreats. The sword stabbing is very few. Instead, it makes full use of the wide blade of the sword, either blocking or racking or knocking or topping. , Every time he stopped the attack of Shuangbi accurately.

　　The weapons of both sides continued to bump into each other, the crisp sound was constant, the fire was splashing all over, one attack was like mercury and the ground was impervious to the wind, and the other defense was like a levee, the Yokogawa dripping water. The two of them didn't fully expand their spiritual power, and fought each other with martial skills as if they had made an appointment.

The 60-generation disciples have only gone to the mountain to study for a year, and have not yet come to fully comprehend and master the organic combination of martial arts, spiritual energy and spiritual weapons, so they are very enjoyable with this pure skill fight. The applause continued.

Zhao Qichi did not expect that Zhang Hanyun's defense was so tight, he despised his heart, and his eagerness to win again, he still did not exude aura, and instead changed his brushwork and used the double pen as two short sticks. Furiously smashed and swept, showing the lack of strength of the bully female class.

Zhang Hanyun was indeed at a loss in strength. After a few strokes, his figure retreated. The sword was erected in front of him. He was not panicked. Instead, he bent his legs slightly, looked straight ahead, and moved his left hand to the hilt of the big sword. In order to hold the sword in both hands, he later used a set of unusual two-handed swordsmanship. The sword moves mainly consisted of slashing, stabbing, and cutting.

　　 Zhao Qichi was taken aback, feeling that after Zhang Hanyun held the sword in both hands, he was no longer afraid of hitting with his one-handed pen in his strength, and he did not lose his style in his moves, and changed his brushwork again in a hurry.

I saw him holding both hands in the middle of the pen body, his figure leaned down, his body rolled forward and back, and the pen was lifted up, attacking Zhang Hanyun's bottom plate from the bottom up with a set of lying strokes, and his moves became insidious. It became hot, and at the same time spiritual power began to flash on the tip of the pen.

　　 Although Zhang Hanyun is small and exquisite, he is obviously not used to this kind of low attack from the ground.

　　 Fighting to a tight spot, Zhao Qi slowly stood up and rushed forward, and with his spiritual power, the double pen with a half-foot-long light alternately and continuously attacked Zhang Hanyun's waist. Zhang Hanyun's sword has also been enveloped in aura, and as he retreats, the tip of the sword hits the ground and shifts to the left to block the right.

Just when everyone felt that the two of their moves were about to use old, and they needed to change their breaths, Zhao Qichi suddenly rolled his body and pressed down with two pens. There are two small nibs protruding in a sudden, the four nibs burst out of sword while locking the big sword, and the close combat is the ultimate skill! Pen in pen!

　　 Zhang Han Yun suddenly was in distress, and was shocked. The sword was locked and could not be drawn out, and the attacking spirit was within reach.

A good Zhang Hanyun, he is not chaotic when he is on the verge of danger. While leaping halfway to avoid the sword aura, he holds the sword with a twitch of his right hand, and he sees a two-foot dagger slip out of the sword body of the big sword, rushing forward swiftly. Zhao Qichi's neck is also a nirvana in close combat! Sword in the sword! Male and female swords and female swords out!

Zhao Qichi's face changed suddenly, and his hairs were standing upright. Seeing the cold light shining in front of him, he couldn't think about it. Instinctively, he lifted the end of the pen and knocked back. At the same time, he tilted his head and retreated. The female sword was only touched by the end of the pen. A slight change of direction ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ thrust into his shoulder.

Zhang Hanyun certainly wouldn't really kill him, but annoyed at his frivolity, his hands twisted, and blood burst out, Zhao Qichi yelled and volleyed upside down several times, fell on the edge of the field and knelt on one leg, sealing his shoulders. After the acupuncture point, I gasped and panted.

　　 Zhang Hanyun didn't immediately pursue him, but after adjusting his breath for a while, he asked, "Brother Zhao, you have made a concession. Can you still fight?"

Zhao Qichi’s injury is not heavy and spiritual strength is sufficient, but the area of ​​mental shadow is a bit large, and he does not speak. He knows that martial arts is difficult to win, so he accepts the double strokes and uses the wind spells he chose from the treasure house. Wind blade technique, with both hands waving, the wind blades whizzed out through the air, from the upper, middle and lower three-way covers to Zhang Hanyun.

　　 Zhang Hanyun saw that the male and female swords in his hands launched a two-sword swordsmanship. The male sword was outside and the female sword was inside. The two layers of defense guards were dripping water, and the wind blade was crushed ten feet away in front of him. The two people have similar spiritual power levels, and they have been fighting for several rounds, and no one can do anything for a while.

　　 Zhao Qichi used his pen for a long time with both hands. Although his right hand was injured and inconvenient, his left hand was as flexible as his right hand.

Zhang Hanyun comes from the Blood Moon Black Sand Sect. Most of the cultivation sects in the Northern Taichu Devil Yuan are good at beast control. She is very arrogant about it. She doesn’t think anyone in the 60s can surpass her in this respect. Not afraid of exposure in advance.

　　 In order to make a quick battle, she did not resort to the light spell, but sold a flaw to jump out of the battle circle, pointed her finger in Zhao Qichi's direction, and said, "Little Mink, go!"

The crowd hadn’t reacted yet, and saw a yellow light flashing out of Zhang Han’s memory, shooting at Zhao Qichi like a bolt of lightning, and it was already nailed to his injured right shoulder when Zhao Qichi didn’t make any movements. In a flash, he fell back on Zhang Hanyun's shoulders.