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

Looking at the cold female swordsman with an explosive aura in the field, people suddenly remembered something...

Many people did not come to this "Langya Sword Contest". Except for those who could not be found, had something to do, or made excuses not to come, the largest number of absentees were foreigners.

People have not forgotten that the first place of the latent dragon in the past two or three years has always been controlled by Chi Li, and the number of foreigners on the latent dragon list is not much less than that of the people in Shenzhou.

So there are only a few dozen of the two hundred and fifty latent dragons present.

The fourth and fifth of the current latent dragons are all foreigners and are not present.

And Xia Chichi is the sixth.

In other words, Xia Chichi was originally the first person under Wang Zhaoling and Situ Xiao.

Thinking of this, many people think it seems normal for us not to go... After waiting for half a cup of tea, many people suddenly turned their heads to look at the position to the right of Wang Zhaoling.

The person being looked at by everyone sighed and slowly stood up: "Hongnong Yang Bugui, please teach me, Saint Xia."

No matter how many Hongnong Yang has posted, Yang Bugui is the seventh latent dragon.

If Xia Chichi has a most suitable opponent, it is him.

Xia Chichi said calmly: "Why are you so late, Mr. Yang?"

Yang Bugui said: "I don't want to compete with you in the background of a round-robin 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, there will be no such problem."

"Yes." Yang Bugui slowly raised his sword: "Please teach me."

As soon as the voice fell, the blue and white sharp light had reached the center of his eyebrows.

The blue is the sword light, and the white is the clothes. The flying piercing of the unity of man and sword, the scene of incomparable beauty, is the terrifying death.

Yang Bugui has never felt such extreme destruction and sharpness in a battle of the same level. He almost avoided all the gentle directions of the attribute of "White Tiger" and took the most extreme killing. This strong desire for destruction can only be said to be worthy of the name of the Demon Sect.

But it must be admitted that it was really strong. Yang Bugui knew that he could not block this sword. Such a powerful destruction, even if you block it with your sword, the inertia can continue to rub your throat.

He suddenly stepped sideways and dodged, and pointed his sword at Xia Chichi's mask.

The beautiful eyes under the mask were firm and sharp, and they were unstoppable.

Yang Bugui's heart jumped and he thought to himself that it was bad.

With a "snap", the ice soul passed through Yang Bugui's chest, and blood splattered.

The mask was split into two, with a few strands of hair floating, slowly revealing the stunning face under the tiger mask.

Zhao Changhe stood up suddenly.

Yang Bugui covered the sword wound on his chest and said hoarsely: "I underestimated Miss Xia's fighting spirit, and I deserved this defeat. I admire you."

Xia Chichi held the hilt of the sword upside down, clasped his fists and did not answer.

Finally, someone didn't understand and asked Wang Zhaoling again: "What's going on? Can't they even get through this one move?"

Wang Zhaoling silently looked at Xia Chichi's beautiful face and responded in a low voice: "Brother Yang's sword was a very conventional response. After all, this is a sparring occasion. As long as the opponent doesn't want to fight hard, he will dodge, and then her sharp sword will be broken. But this Saint Xia... She wanted to fight quickly and didn't want to be consumed too much, so she took advantage of the protective effect of the special mask and took it hard, aiming to defeat the enemy with one sword. Brother Yang underestimated her determination and was defeated in one move."

Everyone took a breath, and their eyes looking at Xia Chichi changed a little.

Is it that serious, girl? Your mask is not a magical object. If you don't block it, you will be disfigured!

No, she is so beautiful!

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

Xia Ri Lingkong, why is she so late...

She came too late to show off her power... Even this time, it was not for herself, but for Zhao Changhe.

Xia Chichi didn't care about her true face being exposed, and remained calm: "Who else wants to teach me next?"

Still silent.

Wang Zhaoling frowned tightly.

Originally, even if Yang Bugui couldn't beat Xia Chichi, he would definitely cause huge consumption. If there were no two people in the next round of battle, she would lose. I didn't expect this battle to end like this. Xia Chichi basically didn't consume much except destroying an insignificant mask. If it goes on like this, let alone how many wins she has, I'm afraid she might really be beaten by herself.

Moreover, this witch is extremely cruel. Both opponents are seriously injured at this time. She knows very well that victory or defeat depends on the "number of wins". Yang Bugui and others may still win more than her through various operations, so just hurt them directly.

The family treasures are used to lure Zhao Changhe, not to be given to the Four Elephants Sect...

Even if Xia Chichi gave it to Zhao Changhe, it would be like the Wang family giving gifts to Xia Chichi as a favor. It's not so unfair to be a victim.

He finally sighed: "If I do it myself, will the girl think I'm bullying you?"

Xia Chichi's expression, which had always been cold, smiled sarcastically at this time: "Young Master Wang, it's right to test the sword of Qianlong. You should have been the first to challenge the heroes like Situ Xiao, instead of blocking others' victory like now. Young Master, are you a little uncomfortable now?"

Wang Zhaoling pursed his lips and did not refute.

Xia Chichi said lightly: "Since it's the end, then fight. This seat is not necessarily inferior to you, why do you have to create a high posture to suppress the whole scene... Excuse me, you are 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".

A young man who lacks experience and a witch who is honing her skills in the demon sect, it is hard to say whether she 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 won't use weapons in this battle. Fight the enemy with bare hands, girl, be careful."

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

The momentum, moves, and angles were exactly the same as those he had just stabbed at Yang Bugui, killing him fiercely and destroying mountains and rivers.

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 seemed 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 clear, with no clouds in the sky.

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.

Xia Chichi's sword that was so fierce and solemn was slapped back with a palm. He flipped backwards and flew back. His embroidered shoes wiped out long traces on the ground. He put his left hand on the ground and raised his head slightly, with surprise in his eyes.

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

With one force, he can defeat ten enemies. Xuan Chong said that he is the second most powerful in the world, with a palm that can surpass the sky and suppress the sea!

Whether he uses weapons or not, the difference is actually 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 a palm.

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

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

No...that wasn't a tsunami.

The sword energy suddenly spiraled upwards, and the onlookers seemed to see a green dragon with its head emerging from the monstrous waves, roaring to the sky.

Qinglong raises his 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 an ear-piercing 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, leading her back four or five steps, eliminating all the energy surrounding her.

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

Without looking back, he knew that there could be no one else but Zhao Changhe. Normally, 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 eyes were very vicious, and he had a clear grasp of the battle situation at the seventh and eighth levels of the entrance, but he couldn't stand it, and he didn't want to suffer any hidden harm to himself.

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

Over there, Wang Zhaoling did not pursue him. He looked down at the trace of blood on his palm and whispered: "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 on her behalf and continue the competition later?"

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 voice with difficulty swallowing 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'm 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."