One Sword to Heaven

Chapter 66 Swordsman Xia He

The sun was hanging high in the sky, and Shujianzhuang had been going on for half a day without knowing it. Wang Yan thought that he and Xia He would make a move soon, but in fact, there were many smart people in this match. After seeing Lin Tianyang and Wei Jin After Chuan sent disciples to disrupt the situation one after another, many people understood that recruiting relatives in this martial arts competition is not easy. They are afraid that the opponents they will face will be stronger in the future, so after the No. People came to the stage one after another in order not to give Lin Tianyang and Wei Jinchuan any chance to intervene, but it's a pity that these people are only supporting roles in this big drama.

"Crack."

A crisp sound came from the arena, but it was a tall and thin young man grasping a single knife that was stabbing at him from left and right with both palms. Immediately, without waiting for the person wielding the knife to react, he stepped straight forward, followed by a slap with his right palm, and amidst the sound of bone shattering, the chest of the person holding the knife was immediately dented. After a long cut, the whole person was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell under the ring, lying on the ground motionless, with no life left.

"Next!"

The tall and thin man was neither sad nor happy, he glanced around the sidelines lightly, but his look was full of sternness, but no one dared to go on stage for a while.

This person is the No.2 disciple sent by Lin Tianyang, named 'Zhao Yuanfeng'. Those who have not specially cultivated body-defense energy will be seriously injured even if they are immortal.

Since Zhao Yuanfeng came to the stage, he has lost seven people in a row, but until now there is no sign of exhaustion of internal energy. Under such fierce power, those who want to take advantage of the ring will not dare to go on stage again.

In fact, up to now, there are less than [-] people around the ring who have not appeared on the stage, and most of them have already decided the winner in the ring, but it is a pity that none of them can win three games in a row and enter the next round. No, if you really care about it, this Zhao Yuanfeng is the first to enter the next round, and even if he wins three more in a row, he can enter the final competition, which shows his strength.

But this is not the most desperate thing. This time, Lin Tianyang and Wei Jinchuan each brought three young disciples. Obviously, the two sides have a tacit understanding, and Zhao Yuanfeng is only the No.2 disciple sent by Lin Tianyang. There are still others behind him. More powerful characters!

"What kind of contest is this for recruiting relatives? It's basically a trick to sell dog meat. With so many powerful people, it's difficult to win three games in a row, let alone one. I think it's worth not participating in this martial arts contest."

"What I'm talking about is that the Iron Fist Society and the Ghost Hand Sect are blocking the way, so there is no chance of winning."

"This Zhao Yuanfeng is so powerful. I don't know who is behind. We people should not go up to die, let's leave early."

Seeing how fierce Zhao Yuanfeng was, many people shouted around the arena, and a few of them walked towards the mountain road while shouting, obviously they wanted to withdraw from the martial arts competition.

For a while, the area around the arena was in chaos, and among the dozen or so people who did not appear on the stage, nearly half of them were thinking of leaving. Seeing this situation, Lin Tianyang on the high stage said disdainfully: "It really is a group of trash fish, especially Those strangers are even more difficult, and Sect Leader Linghu wants to choose a son-in-law from among these people, I am afraid it will be very difficult."

Speaking, Lin Tianyang glanced at Wei Jinchuan, and the two couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled, only to feel that the outcome of this secret contest was at least a loss to Leng Yuezong.

Linghuqiu's face was extremely ugly, he didn't expect that the people who came to participate in the competition to recruit relatives were so bad, even Zhao Yuanfeng couldn't deal with it.Now Zhao Yuanfeng's fierce power in the arena is unstoppable, the audience is full of strange words, Lin Tianyang is embarrassing him in public, this situation is going to be out of control, he can't help but glance at the third son Gao Siyan, but Gao Siyan's face is also cold .

Seeing this, Linghuqiu couldn't help turning his eyes to Wang Yan, but Wang Yan just imitated Xia He, leaning against a tree and closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"Swords and swords really don't scatter eagles if they don't see rabbits!"

Linghuqiu cursed secretly, then gritted his teeth and took out a wooden box from his bosom, then called a disciple, handed the wooden box to the disciple, and then whispered a few instructions.

"Two young heroes."

A moment later, the disciple walked in front of Wang Yan and Xia He, Xia He didn't react much, but Wang Yan opened his eyes leisurely, and said unhurriedly: "What's the matter?"

"Master asked the disciple to pass a message to the two young heroes. If the two young heroes are willing to take action to defeat the members of the Ghost Hand Sect and the Iron Fist Club, this item can be delivered to the two young heroes first."

As he said that, the disciple presented a palm-sized mahogany box with both hands. Wang Yan took it and opened it, only to find it was a black four-leaf clover.

"your things."

Wang Yan threw the wooden box to Xia He. After the guy took it, he stretched his body as if he had woken up from a beautiful sleep, and said, "It seems it's my turn."

Before the words were finished, Xia He put the wooden box into his arms, and then jumped out like a big bird at his feet, and loud shouts resounded through the audience.

"I, Xiahe, will come to meet your Excellency's methods!"

From sound to knife!Xia He jumped onto the stage and didn't do much ceremonies. He slashed at Zhao Yuanfeng with a knife. This knife went very fast, but Zhao Yuanfeng had already prepared for it. He wanted to avoid the sharp edge with one step, but he didn't want to make a sharp sound of the knife. , and then the long knife in Xia He's hand seemed to be divided into three, and he drew three shadows of the knife to cut Zhao Yuanfeng to the left and right.

Seeing this knife, Lin Tianyang on the stage narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that Master Linghu has finally made a move, this person's sword skills are not weak, but if he wants to defeat my Tu Yuanfeng, I'm afraid he hasn't enough."

As soon as Lin Tianyang finished saying this, his eyes suddenly opened. He felt Xia He's body's energy change, and a knife intention rose into the sky like the sun. Zhao Yuanfeng, who was about to retreat, stagnated. His eyes were filled with confusion, and at that moment, a bright light burst out from Xia He's long knife. The speed of the knife increased by several points, and his figure suddenly moved forward. He was exactly like Zhao Yuanfeng. Passed by by mistake.

bark.
Xia He put the knife back into its sheath, and stood proudly on the ring, while a line of blood appeared on Zhao Yuanfeng's neck, followed by the blood gushing out along the line, Zhao Yuanfeng's neck tilted immediately, and his whole body fell limp land.

"This Xiahe has such strength?!"

"It's really not easy for Xiahe to become famous during the meridian opening stage!"

"Is this Xiahe really a player? Why is there such a big difference between being a player?"

There was an explosion around the arena, and those who wanted to withdraw from the competition to recruit relatives stopped one after another, and all looked at Xia He with astonishment. No one thought that Xia He could kill Zhao Yuanfeng with a single knife, and some even wondered whether Xia He was an NPC. It's funny.

But just as these people were chattering, there was a shout from the high platform!
"You dare, junior?!"

Seeing the death of his beloved disciple, Lin Tianyang stood up abruptly, but his reaction was quite different from when Gao Yuanchen died before, obviously this Zhao Yuanfeng was not a player.

Seeing Lin Tianyang's gaffe, He Tiandao said coldly: "Master Lin Xiang is planning to give up the face of the Iron Fist Association? Are you going to teach these juniors a lesson yourself?"

"Brother Jin, this Xiaojing Mountain is still the territory of Hengshui City after all, how can outsiders be so presumptuous and kill my disciples?"

"When you get into the arena, you will be responsible for life and death!"

Linghu Qiu raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly, and then said: "Besides, Lingtu didn't hold back even half of his hand before. Could it be that your iron fist is so overbearing, you only need to kill people and no one will kill you?"

Lin Tianyang was at a loss for words, and looked at Linghuqiu bitterly, then sat down and said to the last young disciple behind him: "Yuan Xiu, if you go up now, how sure are you against this swordsman?"

"The number of five or five."

Hearing this answer, Lin Tianyang couldn't help turning his eyes to Wei Jinchuan, who immediately understood, laughed and said: "My Ghost Hand Sect is not afraid of the divine will of swords, not to mention that I think this person's swordsmanship is still immature, but just confused The effect of the gods, so let me, a member of the ghost hand sect, weigh this person."

Wei Jinchuan had a bright face. The No.1 disciple he sent before performed far better than the first disciple Gao Yuanchen sent by Lin Tianyang. He lasted until the third round before he was knocked off the ring, but suffered some minor injuries. At that time, Lin Tianyang begged him again. He felt that he had gained the upper hand in this secret contest, so he waved his hand slightly. Behind him, a young disciple jumped out and walked straight towards the ring.

This ghost hand sect disciple's lightness skill is not bad, he reached the edge of the ring within a few ups and downs, but this person did not appear on the stage immediately, probably because Xia He was holding a knife handle and accumulating a knife the moment this person jumped out. His whole body was as straight as a precious sword that was about to be unsheathed. The closer he was to the ring, the more he could feel Xia He's unrivaled determination. Under such circumstances, this Ghost Sect disciple didn't dare to go on stage at will.

"Although the sword intent is immature, but the use of the sword is quite round. No wonder this sword and sword can make a name for themselves in the South River Valley. This Xiahe alone has the potential to grow into a top swordsman in the future .”

It is very rare for Heantiandao to praise Xia He, and his eyes did not hide his appreciation for Xia He. Wei Jinchuan and Lin Tianyang's expressions changed slightly when they heard this, and Heantiandao said leisurely again when they saw this: "Wei Tang The master's disciple may have a chance of winning by one or two points now, if we wait any longer, if Xia He accumulates his saber momentum to the peak, maybe the scene just now will repeat itself."

"What are you waiting for!"

Wei Jinchuan didn't want to lose face, he thought he had the upper hand, so he yelled loudly, and the disciples at the side of the ring immediately jumped up, at this moment, the light of the saber burst out, and the long saber in Xia He's hand was as straight as piercing the sky As he slashed towards that disciple, a sonic boom rumbled across the sky, and the momentum was shocking!

Seeing such a slash, the disciple couldn't dodge in mid-air, so he flicked his sleeves, revealing a short fine iron stick in each sleeve, and immediately blocked his body with his arms up and down.This disciple was not slow to respond, but Xia He's saber was faster, and when his arms were parted, the saber light passed between his arms in a flash, and then the saber light hit the disciple's waist.

(End of this chapter)