Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 209: Kaitian Paiyun Town Canghai

Chapter 209: Opening the Sky and Pailing Clouds to Suppress the Sea

Looking at the cold female swordsman whose aura exploded in the field, people suddenly remembered one thing...

This time, many people did not come to the "Langya Sword Discussion". Except for those who could not be found, those who had something to do, and those who made excuses not to come, the largest group of absentees were from foreign races.

People have not forgotten that the number one Qianlong ranking in the past two or three years has always been controlled by Chili. The number of foreigners on the Qianlong list is not much less than that of Chinese people.

So there were more than two hundred and fifty hidden dragons, and there were only a few dozen people present.

Today’s Qianlong, the fourth and fifth, are all from foreign races and are not present.

And Xia Chichi is sixth.

In other words, behind Wang Zhaoling and Situ Xiao, Xia Chichi was originally the number one person.

Thinking about it this way, many people felt that it was normal for us not to come... After waiting for half a cup of tea, many people suddenly turned to look at the position on Wang Zhaoling's right.

The man who was being watched by everyone sighed and slowly stood up: "Hongnong Yang Bugui, please ask Saint Xia for advice."

No matter how many Hongnong Yang OEMs, Yang will not return, Qianlong is seventh.

If Xia Chichi had a most suitable opponent, of course it would be him.

Xia Chichi said calmly: "How late is it for Mr. Yang to come?"

Yang Bugui said: "I don't want to compete with you in the context of a wheel battle. This should be a personal battle between you and me."

Zhao Changhe, who was staring at him closely, nodded slightly, and Xia Chichi's pretty face under the mask also smiled a little: "If you beat me, this problem won't be a problem."

"Not bad." Yang Bugui slowly raised his sword: "Please enlighten me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blue and white light reached his eyebrows.

The blue ones are the sword light, and the white ones are the clothes. In the incredibly beautiful scene of the flying stab of man and sword, what I felt was a terrifying death.

Yang Bugui has never experienced such extreme destruction and sharpness in a battle of the same level. He almost avoids all the mild directions of the "White Tiger" attribute and chooses the most extreme killing. This powerful desire for destruction can only be said to be worthy of the name of the Demon Cult.

But I must admit that it is really strong. Yang Bugui knows that this sword cannot be blocked. Such a powerful destruction, even if your sword is blocked horizontally, the inertia will continue to brush your throat.

He suddenly stepped out of the way and pointed his sword at Xia Chichi's mask while dodging.

The beautiful eyes under the mask are firm and sharp, moving forward indomitably.

Yang Bugui’s heart skipped a beat, secretly thinking it was terrible.

With a "Check" sound, the ice soul streaked across Yang Bugui's chest, and blood splattered.

The mask was split into two, with a few strands of hair flying away, slowly revealing the alluring face hidden by the tiger's face.

Zhao Changhe suddenly stood up.

Yang Bugui covered the sword wound on his chest and said in a hoarse voice: "I underestimated Miss Xia's fighting spirit. I deserve to be defeated. I admire her."

Xia Chichi held the sword hilt backwards and cupped his fists without answering.

Finally someone didn't understand and asked Wang Zhaoling: "What's going on? Are they unable to survive such a move?"

Wang Zhaoling silently looked at Xia Chichi's beautiful face and responded in a low voice: "Brother Yang's sword attack is a very routine response. This is after all a discussion occasion. As long as the other party doesn't want to fight hard and can dodge, then that's okay. Her fierce sword power was broken, but this Saint Xia... She wanted to fight quickly and did not want to be too consumed, so she used the protective effect of the special mask to fight hard with one sword. Destroy the enemy. Brother Yang underestimated her determination and failed in one move."

Everyone took a breath and looked at Xia Chichi with a slight change in their eyes.

As for girl? That mask of yours is not a sacred object. If it is not blocked, you will be disfigured!

No, **** she is so beautiful!

The entire banquet hall was silent, everyone stayed there looking at Xia Chichi's pretty face.

Summer is sky high, it’s too late to come...

She came too late to become famous all over the world... Even this time, it was not for herself, but for Zhao Changhe.

Xia Chichi didn't care that his true appearance was exposed, and remained calm: "Who else is going to teach me next?"

Still silent.

Wang Zhaoling frowned tightly.

Originally, even if Yang Bugui couldn't defeat Xia Chichi, she would still be able to inflict huge losses. In the next round of battle, she would be defeated without two people. I didn't expect that this battle would result in this. Xia Chichi basically didn't spend much except destroying an insignificant mask. If she continued like this, let alone winning many games, she might be able to defeat them all by herself.

Furthermore, this witch is extremely ruthless. Both opponents were seriously injured at this time. She knew very well that the outcome depends on the "number of wins". It is still possible for someone like Yang Bugui to pass through various The operation resulted in more wins than her, so just injuring her was enough.

The treasures in the clan are used to catch Zhao Changhe, not as gifts to the Four Elephant Cult...

Even if Xia Chichi gave it to Zhao Changhe, then the Wang family would send a gift to Xia Chichi as a favor, and the victim would not be so unjust.

He finally sighed: "If I take action personally, will the girl think that I am bullying others?"

Xia Chichi's always cold expression now gave a sarcastic smile: "Young master Wang, trying the Qianlong sword is the right thing to do. You should have been the first to challenge the heroes like Situ Xiao, instead of like you are now. In order to prevent others from winning, are you feeling a little uncomfortable now?"

Wang Zhaoling pursed his lips and did not refute.

Xia Chi said calmly: "Now that you're done, let's fight. I'm not necessarily inferior to you, so why bother to create a high profile that suppresses the whole audience... With all due respect, you're not worthy. ”

This is really true...Qianlong No.3 and No.6, the two people are very close in the eyes of troubled times. It is said that everyone is at the same level and it is almost impossible to leapfrog the level. That is only "almost".

For a young man who lacks experience and a witch who is training in the Demon Cult, it is hard to say whether he will win or lose.

Xia Chichi's words were rude, but Wang Zhaoling was not angry either. He just smiled slightly: "I didn't deliberately create this posture, but if I don't even have this kind of self-confidence, this Qianlong No. 3 has no shame. I don't need to fight in this battle. Weapon, face the enemy with bare hands, girl, pay attention."

Xia hesitated to comment, then suddenly flashed his body and struck Wang Zhaoling's throat with his sword again.

The momentum, moves, and angles were exactly the same as the one that stabbed Yang Bugui just now, killing mountains and rivers with a fierce and solemn attack.

However, no one knows whether the intention is the same. This is also a kind of psychological warfare.

Yang Bugui, who was bandaging and healing his wounds, watched the sword intently to see how Wang Zhaoling, who could clearly analyze other people's battle situations, behaved himself in the game.

Wang Zhaoling's performance was very simple. He just pushed out a palm in an ordinary way.

In an instant, the sea roared and the mountains and rivers changed color.

It was as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city, blocking out the sun. However, a strong wind suddenly arose and swept past. It was like the gods and Buddhas stretched out their giant palms and swept away the heavy clouds. Then the sky was clear and the sky was clear. cloud.

The divine arrow that flew towards the scorching sun in the sky hit the stormy clouds and was directly rolled back, staggering and falling like feathers.

" Is surprised.

This young man seems to be the opposite of Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe is a majestic man, and his fists are mainly used for small grapples. But Wang Zhaoling, who seems to be an elegant young man, turns out to be so violent with his attacks!

With one force, he can defeat ten groups. Xuan Chong said that he is the second most powerful in the world, with the palm that ranks the world and controls the sea!

The difference between whether he uses weapons or not is not that big...

Many people were really fascinated by it, from Situ Xiao Zhao Changhe, to Xia Chichi and Yang Buji, to now Wang Zhaoling.

The style of Shenzhou Qianlong shines brightly in this half hour, arousing the enthusiasm of countless peers. At this moment, almost no one is thinking about victory or defeat or face. They also want to fight. !

Except Zhao Changhe.

He squeezed the handle of the knife tightly and stared at Wang Zhaoling's palm, for fear that he would be unable to catch the next palm...

Wang Zhaoling leapt over, looking down from a high position, and struck Xia Chichi, who was supporting the ground below, with his palm.

Xia Chichi suddenly raised his head, his long sword rushing upwards like a tornado, his sword energy sweeping up like a tsunami, straight into the sky.

The previous palm can move away the clouds in the sky, but can this palm control the sea?

No...that wasn't a tsunami.

The sword energy suddenly formed a spiral and shot straight up. The onlookers seemed to see a green dragon with its head emerging from the monstrous waves and roaring to the sky.

The green dragon raises its head!

She is not only the White Tiger Saint, but also the Legend of the Blue Dragon!

"Boom!"

The sword energy broke into the wind in the palm, making a harsh scream.

Then the strong wind blew it away, scattering it in all directions. Xia Chichi whirled and fell backwards, suddenly spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly a hand was placed on her back, releasing the energy, and then releasing it again, taking her back four or five steps, eliminating all the energy surrounding her body.

Xia didn't look back for a long time, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Without looking back, you know that there can be no one else but Zhao Changhe. Logically speaking, she shouldn't interfere in this martial arts competition, but Xia Chichi didn't blame Zhao Changhe for being meddlesome. She knew that without his help, she would not be able to eliminate her anger and would be hurt secretly.

His vision is very vicious. He has a clear grasp of the battle situation at the seventh and eighth levels of the entrance, but he can't stand it. He doesn't want to hurt himself at all.

Compared to loving my wife, what does winning or losing mean?

Wang Zhaoling did not pursue her. He looked down at the trace of blood on his palm and said in a low voice: "It can really hurt me...it's really a big deal with bare hands...the Saint of Four Elephants has a well-deserved reputation."

Zhao Changhe led Xia Chichi back and gave up his strength, and replied directly: "Brother Wang is smart, I will admit defeat for Chichi."

It's a foul to interfere, but as long as you admit defeat, it's not a problem.

Xia Chichi curled her lips, but did not refute, acting like a little daughter-in-law and letting him do whatever she wanted.

The onlookers' eyes widened.

Weren’t you a very cold swordsman just now? What are you doing now?

Wang Zhaoling also felt a little bit dumbfounded: "You have removed all the force she should have suffered, and no hair was hurt. My hand is a little injured, but you feel like your wife has been beaten..."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"So Brother Zhao's intention is to fight for her. Isn't it possible to continue the competition?"

Xia Chichi was afraid that Zhao Changhe would actually participate on impulse, so he rushed to say: "The competition is about the number of wins, not an elimination system. Why can't I continue if I lose a game? Come again!"

"Sister, you'd better take a break." A hard-swallowing voice came from the sidelines.

Everyone turned to look at Cui Yuanyang. His cheeks were bulging after eating, and he barely swallowed the last bite of cake: "I was almost choked to death..."

But Cui Yuanyang stood up, stretched his arms, did some stretching exercises, and jumped again: "Qinghe Cui Yuanyang, please give me some advice from the heroes of the world."