Chapter 1250 Hit, Hit a Big Watermelon (Part 2)

The master of the Jade Girl Sword Sect was blushing and green at this moment.

After all, she is also the second-ranked sect master, but now she is called an "old shrew" by the third-ranked sect master. Is she shameless?

Besides, although she is more than three thousand years old, she looks similar to a young woman.

At most, it has the charm of some mature women.

old?

Where is it old?

At this moment, she couldn't help standing up and pointing at the master of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

"Infinite Sword, old man, put it in my mouth cleanly."

Wuliangjian sneered: "Hehe, your disciple seduced me, the genius of Wuliangjianzong, and asked me to keep my mouth clean? Tell you, my mouth is very clean, at least cleaner than your body!"

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, the scene became quiet again.

Everyone is suzerain and a person with status.

What happened to this immeasurable sword?

It's like a rogue scolding the street.

The head of the Jade Girl Sword Sect, named Zhang Qiaohua, was trembling with anger.

She, Zhang Qiaohua, as the patriarch of the Jade Girl Sword Sect, has guarded herself like jade for three thousand years.

Only then did the jade girl swordsmanship be practiced to the peak of the eighth level.

Only one step away, to reach the ninth floor.

Now the old man says he is not clean.

How can she bear this?

"Old man, you are courting death!"

As he said that, a peerless long sword appeared in his hand instantly.

He stabbed straight at the immeasurable sword.

Behind her, those disciples also wanted to do something.

But even in extreme anger, Zhang Qiaohua still has a certain perspective on the overall situation.

She voiced:

"This is a matter between me and the old man, don't interfere."

She knew that if these disciples took action, it would inevitably become a life-and-death struggle between the two factions.

So no matter who wins or who loses, it will be a very heavy loss for both parties.

The disciples behind her froze for a moment and stopped in their tracks.

Zhang Qiaohua came to the field, pointed at the Wuliang sword, and jumped over in one step.

Wuliangjian sneered:

"Although the old man was injured, he is still more than enough to deal with you old shrew!"

Said, went forward, the two fought to one place.

Wen Zilong, who was next to him, was overjoyed when he saw the two fighting together.

All of this was naturally arranged by him.

The reason why he defeated Wuqian and Wuliangjian before but didn't kill them was because of this moment.

He controlled them with the will of the leader.

That's why Wuqian would bite back, saying that Shi Wuhen ordered it.

This is why Wuliangjian, who has always been calm, suddenly called Zhang Qiaohua an old shrew.

Both of them are master swordsmen.

When they fought together, the sword farts released were not comparable to those of ordinary disciples.

Wen Zilong watched the sword energy in his body grow rapidly, and his heart was already full of joy.

However, it would be perfect if it could be done faster.

He turned his head to look at the disciples of Wuliang Jianzong and Yunu Jianzong.

There is some contempt in my heart.

Your boss is working hard here, but you are lucky to be spectators in the stands next to you.

Do you also have the nerve?

It seems that we have to give you another fire.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong gave the five thousand orders in his mind:

"attack!"

Naturally, the five thousand received Wen Zilong's order without any hesitation.

Although his two arms have been broken, he still has his natal weapon.

The natal weapon is controlled by the mind.

As soon as he moved his mind, a golden sword condensed out.

Although, when Wuliangjian and Zhang Kuihua were in an inseparable fight, they suddenly attacked Zhang Qiaohua's back.

Zhang Qiaohua also knew that the two sides must not fight to the death.

The reason why she took the shot was because the other party's words were too harsh, and she wanted to save face, right?

But it's just to defeat the other party and make the other party apologize.

But she didn't expect that the opponent's attack would be a killer move, which made her a little overwhelmed.

But now, the sudden attack on her back made her even more surprised.

When a master fights, the reaction is a little slower, sometimes it is the difference between life and death.

At this time, she was so distracted that the Infinity Sword had already reached her chest.

puff--

It directly pierced her through a hole, and as long as it missed half a point, her heart would be injured.

She turned her head abruptly and looked at Wuqian.

Turning around again, he cursed angrily: "Wuliangjian, you are despicable!"

Then, Wuliangjian said a sentence that made everyone present, except Wen Zilong, quite confused.

"Despicable is the passport of the despicable; noble is the epitaph of the noble."

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

What do you mean?

This infinite sword has always been a model of morality, a model for my generation.

what is it today?

Want to carry the meanness to the end?

On the other side, the disciples of the Jade Maiden Sword Sect couldn't sit still when they saw the suzerain was injured.

Several elders flew towards the field one after another.

Seeing this, the elders of Wuliang Jianzong couldn't sit idly by.

They also all flew towards the field.

Soon, the two sides fought to one point.

Wen Zilong made arrangements for Zhang Zhihe, and seeing the sword energy in his body grow faster, he was very happy.

These elders are basically at the peak of the sixth order.

They have also practiced swords for thousands of years, and the sword energy released is naturally not comparable to ordinary disciples.

Today's harvest is really great.

However, at this point, Wen Zilong didn't think it was fast enough.

But soon, the elders of the Jade Maiden Sword Sect fell behind.

After all, although their elder strength is slightly higher than that of Wuliang Jianzong's elder.

But the numbers vary greatly.

They only have seven elders, while Wuliang Jianzong has a total of thirteen elders.

The disciples of the Jade Girl Sword Sect saw that the suzerain and the elders were in danger, so they shouted and flew towards the field together.

They are all beautiful, and their clothes are also fluttering.

Such a flight, like tens of thousands of beautiful birds, across the sky.

It is also like tens of thousands of fairies, floating down to the mortal world.

Wen Zilong couldn't help admiring secretly:

"It's so beautiful. If they can all be included in the harem, it will not only be three thousand beauties in the harem, but ten thousand. It's a pity that more than half of them will fall today."

Wen Zilong couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

On the other side, seeing this, the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect wanted to protect the Sect Master and the elders, and they also flew into the arena one after another.

This fighting arena is relatively large, with a radius of thousands of square kilometers.

Enough for them to fight.

Ever since, the two sects ranked second and third among the three major sects, with 20,000 disciples, fought fiercely.

Moreover, the more they fight, the more angry they get.

This is no ordinary sword practice, nor is it an ordinary drill.

It's a real life-and-death struggle.

The disciples of other sects were all dumbfounded.

Why did this great competition suddenly turn into a fight between two sects?

This is too weird.

Wen Zilong secretly declared a Buddha's name in his heart: Amitabha, you are so kind.