Secret voice transmission? No, Nangong Changfeng didn't use the secret sound transmission anymore. Instead, he said it out loud. As Liu Huaiying was concerned about her beloved son, she immediately rushed up to the square platform and carried Liu Fenfei down. She then began to treat his injuries below the square platform.
"Is it true? What would it be like if he were to face off against Ye Feihua?”Ye Jianli muttered, his heart yearning to be able to fight a battle that would not be for nothing!
It's not for nothing! Nangong Changfeng wasn't the only one who recognized it. Ye Jianli and Dongfang Xianer were probably the only ones who didn't recognize it. However, they now understood that Willow Leaf Sect was either the Tang Sect's revival or it had a fatal relationship with the Tang Sect! What was the purpose of Willow Leaf Sect entering the martial world this time?
Those who could sit or stand here were not fools. Such an obvious thing was instantly understood by everyone, but they all shut up at the same time. Because Liu Huaiying and his subordinates had brought Liu Fenfei back.
Liu Huaiying said calmly,"It's not for nothing!" I think everyone has recognized it, right? " It's hard to explain this matter for the time being. I'll tell you after the Martial Arts Circle Convention ends!”After he finished speaking, he sat on the chair. Liu Fenfei was only injured, so he was fine standing for a while.
However, that pair of shifty eyes instantly swept across everyone present. Of course, this did not include Jiang Ming.
Since it had been handled properly, the emcee naturally went to preside over the next competition.
"The second round of the competition is between Ming Jian of Wudang Sect and Qin Ge of Qingcheng Sect. Please take your places on the stage!" With that, the emcee hurriedly left the square stage.
As soon as the emcee left, two figures, one green and one gray, appeared on the stage. "Oh my god, these brats are really powerful perverts!”The emcee muttered as he wiped the sweat off his head with his sleeve.
As for why they were called brats, it was because these two figures, one green and one gray, were not even thirty years old.
The green figure was naturally Qin Ge of the Qingcheng Sect, and the gray figure was undoubtedly Ming Jian of the Wudang Sect. The sword reigned supreme in the Green City and Wudang Sect. The two sects would spar with each other every year, and the results were naturally different. The hilt of Qin Ge's sword was made of superior ancient vines. These ancient vines had the effect of regenerating muscles and activating blood, while the hilt of the Ming Sword was made of bamboo! Bamboo? Qin Ge's eyes lit up.
"Qingcheng versus Wudang? It's still hard to tell whose hand the deer injured!" Everyone had the same thought in their hearts. However, this time, everyone looked at the two figures on the stage with a sacred gaze. Since ancient times, the sword was the master of a hundred weapons. Qingcheng and Wudang were the two famous sword sects in the world. Therefore, the competition between the successors of the two sword sects naturally made everyone solemn! Even the commoners were the same. Although they knew little about the martial world, they had heard of these two great sword sects…
The wind gently lifted their hair." Draw your swords!"”Qin Ge and Ming Jian said at the same time.
The two of them looked at each other, and a look of appreciation flashed across their eyes. But it was just a glance, just a glance! The two of them slowly drew their swords and pointed them at each other. Then, they placed their swords horizontally in front of their chests. This was a form of respect for their opponents. The two of them did this move with ease, but they did it almost at the same time.
Swords were alive! Qin Ge thought so, so he looked at the sword in his hand with a hint of passion and tenderness. Swords had their own pride! Ming Jian thought so because he stood proudly in front of Qin Ge with his bamboo-hilted sword. His eyes were filled with arrogance, but it was not arrogance towards his opponent. It was as if at this moment, the arrogance of the sword had already fused with Ming Jian's tall and slender body. It also fused with the thoughts of the sword and Ming Jian himself!
At this moment, the hearts of everyone below the stage were already in their throats. This battle was probably about to begin! The people seated in front of the city gate were also looking at the two tall figures on the stage with burning eyes. They were looking forward to it! He was looking forward to this battle!
The two swords pointed at each other again, and their gazes met again. The two of them were about to spar again. This time, it was an expanded version of the spar. In the past, it was just a private spar between the two sects, but this time, it was a public spar. In a martial arts competition, swords and knives had no eyes. If one was not careful, it would be difficult to stop.
Qin Ge's green figure was lonely in the howling wind, and so was his sword. The sword spun elegantly in his hand, and in an instant, it was like a sword flower flashing towards Ming Jian. Ming Jian's white figure was even whiter than the sword flowers. He was arrogant, and so was his heart. His sword was even more arrogant. In his heart, or in his sword, there was no place for anyone to be more arrogant than him. Even if it was a sword flower, it could only be his own sword flower! Ming Jian's heart pointed, and his sword followed his heart. His arrogant long sword pierced left and right in the sword flowers, and his entire figure slowly began to spin. In an instant, Qin Ge's sword flowers on the square platform disappeared, leaving only a proud and cold white swaying.
He was indeed arrogant, and so was his sword! Qin Ge's heart was clear, but he wanted to use his Emotion Sword to tear off his arrogant mask or destroy his arrogant sword! Without waiting for Ming Jian's dancing figure to stop, Qin Ge's second wave of attacks instantly reached Ming Jian.
"Furious Sea Tide!" An exclamation came from below the stage.
Yes, Raging Sea Tide! The eleventh move of the Green City Sword Art! Its momentum was indeed like a raging sea. Ming Jian was like a small boat sailing on this turbulent sea. If he was not careful, he would die! The Green City Swordsmanship was indeed the essence of swordsmanship. However, the Ming Sword had its own way to break this move: Above the raging sea, which was originally filled with dark clouds, a dazzling white light instantly shot down from the tens of thousands of dark clouds. Its target was the small boat that seemed to be about to fall into the raging sea. In everyone's eyes, Ming Jian carried his long sword as he walked leisurely through Qin Ge's attacks. The sword shadows did not even touch Ming Jian's clothes!
"Lost feet!" Another high-pitched voice from the crowd called out the move that Ming Jian used to dodge the raging sea tide.
The eighteenth move of Wudang Sword Art, Bewitching Feet, was known to break through all fierce attacks. Now that he had seen it, it really lived up to its reputation! Nangong Chang Feng's sigh fell into Ye Jianli's ears without missing a single word.
On the stage, Qin Ge's two consecutive attacks were easily broken by Ming Jian, but he was no longer in a hurry to attack, because courtesy returned! Ming Jian naturally understood this principle, so he silently thrust his sword forward, and Qin Ge blocked the tip of the sword with his sword. With a soft sound, the sword and the tip of the sword collided, creating dazzling sparks. The two of them instantly retreated. In just half a breath, Ming Jian's retreating body straightened strangely. That long sword attacked Qin Ge again. This time, it was even faster and more vicious. The tip of the sword was pointed at Qin Ge's legs! Qin Ge retreated. He could only retreat because he was already retreating. Now that he was facing an even faster attack, he could only retreat. Very quickly, he reached the edge of the square platform. Qin Ge gritted his teeth and fell back like an iron bridge, touching the ground with his sword tip. The green figure was pulled back. Ming Jian's sword brushed past the handle of the ancient vine. Suddenly, the sword changed its move and slashed upwards. Qin Ge's left leg swept towards Ming Jian's face with a force of a thousand catties. At this moment, if Ming Jian's sword was heavy, Qin Ge's right arm would definitely be crippled. However, at the same time…Ming Jian would definitely be hit by Qin Ge's left leg. If it was light, he would be heavily injured, if it was serious, he would die!
This was a loss! Ming Jian wouldn't and couldn't do this! Therefore, Ming Jian instantly withdrew his move. The speed of withdrawing his move was actually a few times faster than when he attacked. Withdrawing his move, he supported himself with his left hand on the ground. His entire white figure slanted his right foot and extended it at lightning speed to block Qin Ge's sweeping leg.
"Boom!"
The two legs on the left and right collided together, causing a loud sound that entered everyone's hearts. In an instant, his legs separated. Qin Ge and Ming Jian both felt their legs go numb. The two of them looked at each other again. They each used their zhenqi to arrange a three-foot-long blade. Qin Ge's sword turned green, while Ming Jian's sword turned even whiter.
"Ah!" Both of them let out a long howl and once again engaged in battle. The strong winds in the arena flew everywhere for a moment. Fortunately, both of them knew their limits and grasped their strength very precisely. No matter how chaotic the sword qi was, it was still flying randomly on the square platform. One green and one white flashed left and right, one green and one white pricked up and down, and for a moment, they actually intertwined with each other.
" Ding, ding, ding, ding." The loud and clear sound of the swords clashing was extremely clear in the silent city gate. In just a few breaths, the two had actually exchanged nearly ten moves. Both of them used fast swords. If this continued, the two of them would definitely be exhausted!
The situation suddenly changed, Ming Jian's figure suddenly leaped into the air, and Qin Ge was overjoyed. His vicious sword bit at Ming Jian's white boots like a poisonous snake. However, before the poisonous snake could reach him, Ming Jian's right foot suddenly kicked the air, and the white figure actually leaped into the air! It was like climbing a ladder!
"Cloud Ladder!" This time, it was Nangong Changfeng who sighed.
Not only that, Ming Jian, who had already lost his center of gravity in the air, twisted his waist and forcefully turned his body in a different direction.
"Spirit Cat Roll!" Nangong Changfeng exclaimed once again. This time, even the icy beauty Ximen Ning's cold eyes flashed with a trace of emotion!
Spirit Cat rolled not only to avoid attacks, but also to counterattack. When Ming Jian's body rolled over to Qin Ge's head, Qin Ge was pulling out his sword to retreat. Ming Jian naturally wouldn't let go of this great opportunity, and with a 'swoosh' sound, his long sword stabbed towards Qin Ge's head.
Qin Ge didn't even need to raise his head to feel the bone-piercing chill. Qin Ge was shocked and could only fall back once again. Just as Ming Jian's sword was about to reach Qin Ge's stomach, Qin Ge kicked Ming Jian's hand in time. However, the feeling from Ming Jian's hand made Qin Ge mistakenly think that his kick had landed on tofu. It was as soft as cotton, not only soft, but also slippery!
Qin Ge didn't hesitate to retreat, because when he kicked Ming Jian's wrist, he strangely realized that he had fallen into a trap!
Yes, Qin Ge had fallen into a trap! It could be said that Ming Jian had paid a huge price for using this technique. Firstly, his left arm, right chest, and back had been left with a few wounds by Qin Ge's sword. Although these wounds were not big, they would still bleed.
Was Green City going to lose? That was what everyone thought. Even Nangong Changfeng thought that the Wudang Sect was more skilled. Qin Ge lost the initiative and was instantly forced to the edge of the square platform by the bright sword. However, just as everyone was ready to accept the fact that the Qingcheng Sect had lost, the situation changed subtly again.
Qin Ge suddenly stopped moving, and his long sword shielded him. Ming Jian revealed a solemn expression once again. At the same time, his originally calm eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of fanaticism. Ming Jian was on full alert, while Qin Ge's long sword danced even faster, his entire body airtight.
At this moment, Ming Jian seemed to have understood something. He tightened the defense on his body and stared at Qin Ge with his long sword. Qin Ge suddenly roared, and the sword shadows surrounding him scattered in all directions. Those sword shadows were like flying knives, like poisonous birds, and more like ferocious wild animals.
"Ever-changing! The swordsmanship of the Qingcheng Sect was indeed well-known!”This time, it was Jiang Ming who sighed.
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