Chapter 154

"You little white face, others don't know about you, but I see more men. You're just a little white face who eats soft food. You get close to Gongsun Sanniang through the male sex, so you pretend to be a hermit disciple everywhere and cheat. In fact, you're totally vulnerable. " Qin Jiaojiao sneered: "come on, you hurry up. Let me expose your true face in the first World War."

Dugu Fengwu sneered: "go, that vicious woman is calling you."

Yang Dingtian glared at Dugu Fengwu, holding the sword in his hand, and walked up the steps to the competition platform step by step.

Others are lightly jump up, Yang Dingtian unexpectedly is to go up, suddenly all people laugh out a voice.

We can't just fight like this. We can't fight normally. Otherwise, everyone will find that Yang Dingtian is a fake, because how could the real hermit disciples be so weak.

Yang Dingtian sighed: "Miss Qin, I didn't want to come up, but since I came up, I have to do it, so we'll..."

What he wanted to say was to stop at the point, but he was stopped by Qin Jiaojiao.

"Shut up." Qin Jiaojiao sneered: "don't make excuses, don't make excuses. It's a fight. It's a normal fight. Love to use martial arts, love to use martial arts, love to use metaphysical skills, use metaphysical skills, do your best to exhaust metaphysical Qi until one side falls down! "

Yang Dingtian immediately gnashed his teeth, this hateful woman, really oil and salt do not enter. This kind of stubborn self woman is the most troublesome. No wonder she has such a bad reputation and is hard to attract so many people to hate.

Yang Dingtian can't compete with her normally, even if she can win in the end. He must play the superficial and mysterious Kung Fu. Once he really uses the Xuanqi to compete, he will definitely show his true feelings.

However, if he proposed not to use Xuanqi to compete in martial arts, he would have revealed himself earlier, not to mention meeting such a fierce and rude woman.

There is nothing to do. Yang Dingtian suddenly gnashes his teeth in the dark and says to Qin Jiaojiao, "Miss Qin, you go down. I don't want to fight with you."

Qin Jiaojiao was stunned, and then said with a smile: "see it, show horsetail, dare not compete with me."

All of a sudden, everyone laughed. Qiu Wanjie has completely determined that this hermit disciple is a fake. Suddenly, a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth. No matter whether he lost or won in the end, he would not let the nameless man leave. He must be tortured to death, so that he could not get rid of his hatred.

This son of a bitch, just with a sword and a leaf ornament, made himself lose his soul and make a fool of himself.

Yang Dingtian ignored these sarcastic eyes, looked directly at Qin Huaiyu and said, "Mr. Qin Huaiyu, please come up and fight with me. If your sister insists on being on the stage, please forgive me for leaving. "

With this, everyone in the room was silent! Including Qin Jiaojiao!

Then, everyone looked at the sky in surprise.

It turned out that he was not afraid to fight, but disdained to fight with Qin Jiaojiao. He felt that Qin Jiaojiao was too weak.

Suddenly, Qin Huaiyu's face changed.

Qiu Wanjie also changed his face and put away all his sneers.

Is it true that this boy is a hermit disciple? Otherwise, how can we choose the strong and not the weak?

Moreover, only the disciples of Yinzong could not see the level of cultivation. Just like their swords, the energy is completely hidden, low-key and natural.

"No, it's impossible. He's just putting on airs." Qin Huaiyu said in her heart that she must not be bluffed.

Then, he suddenly clenched his teeth, stood up from his position, jumped onto the competition field again, stood opposite Yang Dingtian and said, "since the unknown elder martial brother asked me to come up, it's better to be respectful than obedient."

Qin Jiaojiao looked at Yang Dingtian suspiciously, as if to see a flaw in his face.

"Jiaojiao, get down quickly." Qin Huaiyu said.

Qin Jiaojiao stamped her jade feet and jumped off the competition platform, but she was still not willing to stare at Yang Dingtian.

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"No name elder martial brother, you can tell me what rules you have when you fight with me." Qin Huaiyu looked at Yang Dingtian and said with a smile.

At this time, Yang Ding naive to be unable to breathe.

This game is really bigger and bigger. It's bigger and bigger. Step by step, now he and Qin Huaiyu are standing on the platform.

How many levels is Qin Huaiyu better than herself? How many times stronger is Qin Huaiyu than himself?

I don't know, but it must be a big difference. At this time he and his war, really is not even a mantis pawn.

"Damned witch." Yang Dingtian scolds Dugu Fengwu in his heart.

Then looking at Qin Huaiyu, Yang Dingtian said: "no rules, Mr. Qin Huaiyu can use anything."With these words, the audience turned pale again.

I'm so confident, so arrogant. Let Qin Huaiyu any means can, this is completely did not put Qin Huaiyu in the eye.

Qin Huaiyu also complexion once, then slightly sneer way: "so, I am not polite."

Then he slowly drew out his sword.

In this case, even if there are serious consequences, Qin Huaiyu also wants to make a heavy move, but he really wants to see if there is a painted skin on the nameless face in front of him.

Feel a deadly danger, Yang after the back of all the pores can hardly breathe.

Yes, this is the most dangerous moment in Yang Dingtian's life, and also the most dangerous moment for him to die.

For every second that followed, there was no mistake in his performance. And even if there's no mistake, there's a good chance of death.

He breathed in secret, and Yang Dingtian said faintly, "Mr. Qin Huaiyu, I'll start first."

Then, Yang Dingtian closed his eyes directly.

Everyone was shocked again. When they dueled with others, they even closed their eyes. Did they think that they were not dying fast enough? Or are you stuck in the door?

Of course not.

As a result, Yang Dingtian's behavior was immediately regarded by everyone as having a plan in mind. He didn't need to see where the enemy was.

Then, Yang Dingtian really didn't want to see where the enemy was, because even if he knew where he was, it was useless.

As long as Qin Huaiyu makes a move, he will surely die. Therefore, we must not let the other side do it.

After closing his eyes, Yang Dingtian's toes gently, the whole body gently floating in the air.

The movement is very beautiful, but it doesn't show much powerful Xuanqi. The cultivation we can see from it is only average.

In the air, Yang Dingtian slowly turns a circle, and his sword slowly draws a circle.

Then draw a circle!

Everyone was stunned. What was that? I've been killed ten thousand times for such a slow sword. You can't kill mosquitoes with such a slow sword. What's more, how can you fight with Qin Huaiyu?

Yang Dingtian is still indifferent and keeps drawing circles.

"Hum, bluff." With a sneer, Qin Huaiyu's sharp sword in his hand suddenly burst out and pierced Yang Dingtian.

But the next scene, let him stop all the action.

Because the circle drawn by the sword in Yang Dingtian's hand actually condenses into an aperture ring and floats in the air.

One, two, three... Nine

After drawing the nine rings, Yang Dingtian came back to the original place.

"Bang..." these rings suddenly broke, condensed into countless tears, crystal clear tears, suspended in the air, really beautiful, full of fantasy flavor.

Then the tears began to fall.

Sprinkle on the ground, gently hit out a small hole.

Sprinkle in the crowd, bring a slight sting, many people's hair please gently tear, many people's clothes, gently puncture.

But that's all!

Everyone was shocked, shocked!

Such a mysterious sword technique, such a mysterious sword technique.

Qin Huaiyu and Qiu Wanjie look at each other and think of the amazing possibility. Their back suddenly cools and their sweat bursts out.

They know this set of swordsmanship. They have heard it from their ancestors. This is the most mysterious and powerful sword technique in the world. It is the first sword to rob the sword. The river cries.

Only the disciples of Yinzong can use this sword technique to rob the sword. This set of sword technique itself represents the Yinzong.

The leaf ornaments can be forged, and the sword can even be picked up. But the sword technique can't be fake. Even if you can learn the superficial moves, you can't reach the essence of sword technique. Because Xuanqi has a myriad of threads, only those who have really learned the secret script can really master it.

Only the disciples of Yinzong can really learn the secret script of pashadu robbing sword.

All of a sudden, the nameless identity in front of me became undisputed and undisputed. Even Qin Jiaojiao's face changed dramatically.

Of course, Yangding angel's River cry power is so small, they also found the answer. There are so many people here. If we give full play to our power, all the audience will die.

Anyway, Jianghe's last teardrop falls. It's because of nameless pity, not because he doesn't have enough Xuanqi.Yang Dingtian didn't stop. When the river was late, he used the second move to rob the sword and left the soul!

The figure flashed, suddenly refracted more than ten meters, and then flashed again, refracted dozens of meters.

Yang Dingtian's body moves and changes its shape in the whole competition field, and spreads all around.

In an instant, like a dreamlike effect, countless shadows and swords were left behind.

Then, gently refracting back to the original position, he stood up with his sword.

All of a sudden, all of the shadow fracture, the entire competition scene, fracture!

Where it breaks, the leaves are cut off.

A wisp of a woman's hair.

Then, a corner of her dress was cut off.

Everyone was stunned again, shocked by this amazing picture again.

Of course, the reason why the power of tearing the last picture is so gentle is also because of nameless pity. Otherwise, the whole arena will be really broken, and everything in it will be completely destroyed and collapsed.

The real power of the soul state is enough to change the color of heaven and earth.

Yang Dingtian was going to continue his sword dance, but suddenly he opened his eyes and said to Qin Huaiyu, "Mr. Qin, why don't you do it? Why am I the only one fighting?"

His voice was still flat.

It's just that just now it was an affectation in the eyes of all people, but now it's unfathomable in the eyes of all people.

Qin Huaiyu didn't speak. She suddenly clenched her teeth and bowed down on the competition field. Her waist was almost 90 degrees right angle. After bowing down, she never got up again and asked for anonymous forgiveness with the most respectful attitude.

Then Qiu Wanjie got up and bowed down deeply, not daring to make a sound.

Yang Dingtian said faintly: "if I don't fight, then I'll go."

Then he turned and stepped down from the competition platform, picked up Dugu Fengwu, and was about to turn and leave.

"Your dark fire hammer." Qiu Wanjie used all his strength and trembled.

"Lend it back to me?" Yang Dingtian asked.

Qiu Wanjie bowed his head in great pain. He regretted that he had believed Qin Huaiyu's words and offended the disciple of the hermit sect.

"I beg you to take away the fire hammer." Qiu Wanjie uses his strength.

"Oh, thank you." Yang Dingtian is still calm, then he goes to the high platform and grabs the XuanHuo devil hammer in his hand.

"Wow, it's so heavy." Yang Dingtian Dao.

All the people show a knowing smile. Would the disciples of Yinzong think that the XuanHuo magic hammer is heavy? It's impossible, but he's naturally noble and uses the most common tone to express his feelings.

Of course, this is their understanding. Yang Dingtian really feels that the XuanHuo magic hammer is so heavy. Such a small hammer really weighs hundreds of Jin.

With a hammer in one hand and Dugu Fengwu in the other hand, Yang Dingtian just left the competition field and the Shenbing villa.

Qiu Wanjie wanted to stay, but he didn't dare.