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Chapter 71 Sword to Sword! (three more)
Qi Yun slowly stepped down from the high platform and came to the competition platform.

After waiting for a few breaths, the third young master Feng did not appear, and he frowned and looked around.

He whispered in a low voice: "Why didn't the third son Feng come to the stage? Could it be that he didn't come?"

"I'm also curious, Mr. Feng San said that he will participate in the group show competition, why can't he see anyone now?"

Everyone was impatient, if the third master Feng didn't come, wouldn't they be unable to watch the long-awaited match?
Mr. Wu looked at Qi Yunze who was alone on the stage, and frowned. If the third master Feng didn't come, he would not only lose his face. Caesar attaches so much importance to this matter, but don't end up in a mess joke.

Elder Wu was anxious, looked at the stick of incense that was burning, and sighed secretly. If the third son of Feng didn't come when the incense was burned out, it would be regarded as abstention.

Everyone knew this too. After whispering, they quietly held their breath and stared at the stick of incense.

Time passed slowly, and when I looked up again, most of the incense had been burned, and the anxious look on everyone's faces was obvious, and Mr. Wu had a calm face, slightly irritable.

On the high platform, Xia Qinghe was as calm as water. A person like the Third Young Master Feng, since he said this, would definitely not regret it, and just waited quietly.

"Master Feng, why don't you come here? If you don't come again, it will be regarded as abstention." A woman looked around anxiously.

"Oh, third son Feng, you must come."

"Young Master Feng is afraid, right?"

"Nonsense, how could someone like Third Master Feng run away?"

Anxious and irritable, there was a lot of noise.

Suddenly, a smear of red in the sky broke into people's sights. Looking up, the man was wearing a red mask, his clothes were raised, and the red was flying like a demon. The world in this area is pale and colorless, except for the bewitching and bright red in the sky.

Xia Qinghe chuckled, the third master Feng was still so high-profile, and it was not for nothing that he wore a red dress to capture the world's reputation.However, the next moment Xia Qinghe's smile froze.

On the high platform, the bewitching man glanced at Qi Yunze, his tone arrogant and reasonable: "I want to compare with her." After speaking, he pointed at Xia Qinghe.

Everyone hadn't recovered from the amazing scene just now, when they heard this sentence, they all turned their gazes to Xia Qinghe, feeling the scorching gaze of everyone, Xia Qinghe helplessly raised his forehead.

Qi Yun was the first to come back to his senses, "Master Feng, your opponent is me."

"Did I say that Qunxiu is better than you?" Third Master Feng said slowly, confidently.

In the dark, the young man hiding at the side twitched his mouth, son, didn’t you come for the third prince when you participated in the group show competition, but now you are here to say that you don’t want to compare with the third prince, do you want to do that? Shameless.

At this time, Mo Bei, who was also hiding in the dark, also had a bitter expression on his face, but Qi Yun hadn't been driven away yet, and Master Xia had provoked Feng Qingjue again at some point, alas, he sighed, thinking of the future of the king When he came up to find Master Xia, Mo Bei shed tears for his future.

"Qinghe won't participate in the show competition, Mr. Feng, let's fight with me." Qi Yun took out his folding fan, and suddenly opened it, revealing the cold glow on the fan tip.

"I want to compare with her." Feng Qingjue said again, a little impatient.

"What's wrong with Mr. Feng San? Why do you keep trying to compete with Miss Xia?" Under the stage, Ye Chen leaned against Qin Mohan, rubbing his chin, thoughtful.

"I don't know."

Hearing these two simple words, Ye Chen rolled his eyes and continued: "Although this Miss Xia defeated Gong Shuyan, she is still a peak ninth-rank spiritual disciple in terms of cultivation base. Do you really want to compete with Miss Xia?"

Everyone in the audience speculated endlessly.

Although puzzled, they still hope that the third son Feng can fight against the third prince. After all, they prefer a smooth and fierce battle between masters to a crushing duel.

"If Third Master Feng insists on doing this, then this competition will be void." Old Wu's voice sounded.This Third Young Master Feng is a little too arrogant, if he insists on doing this, even if this competition is invalidated and spread, it will not be blamed on him, Xi Zeguo.

Feng Qing absolutely ignored Mr. Wu, but looked up at Xia Qinghe on the high platform, and said with a smile: "Xiao Qinger, in this competition, are you going to fight or not?"

Everyone was surprised, Xiao Qinger, what is this called?Also, do they know each other?Under the stage, Qi Yun's eyes flashed.

First, Xia Qinghe smiled helplessly, just when everyone thought Xia Qinghe would refuse, Xia Qinghe said calmly: "If you want to fight, let's fight."

After finishing speaking, he took a light leap and flew down the high platform.

"Qinghe." Qi Yun frowned disapprovingly.

"Nothing, you go up."

Qi Yun frowned, stood for a while, then looked at the mischievous third young master Feng, and sighed, "I'm going up, you have to be careful."

"En." Xia Qinghe nodded lightly.

Only the third son Feng and Xia Qinghe were left on the stage.

In the audience, Qi Qi sighed, lacking in interest, alas, I thought it would be a very interesting match, but I didn't expect it to become like this now, what is there to see in these two duels?
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Xia Qinghe nodded at Mr. Wu, "Mr. Wu, let's start."

Elder Wu looked at Xia Qinghe's calm and calm face, slightly relieved, and raised his voice, "This time, Third Master Feng is against Xia Qinghe."

As soon as the words fell, the aura of the two changed. One was powerful and the other was calm. Their eyes met, and they both smiled at the same time after seeing a fighting spirit in the other's eyes.

Then, the two shot at the same time, Xia Qinghe moved his body extremely quickly, and the spiritual energy in his hands was transported, and he flew towards Feng Qingjue.Feng Qingjue's foot slipped, and she dodged past Xia Qinghe's side.

In the blink of an eye, the two switched positions.

In the audience, everyone's eyes lit up, and the expressions of lack of interest disappeared in an instant. This game was different from what they thought.

On the field, neither of them moved. Feng Qingjue looked at Xia Qinghe, took a serious look, and took out a silver sword with snowy light from the space: "Xiao Qinger, you are the one who came here for me!" , the first person to draw his sword."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingjue shook the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the sword came out of its sheath, silvery white as frost, extremely sharp, "Silver Frost Sword!"

Xia Qinghe raised his jaw, and also took out a sword from the space, laid it across in front of him, and drew out the sword. The sword was green and black, "Qingfeng sword!"

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other, with a fighting spirit, and said in unison: "Sword to sword!"

Everyone felt their blood boiling, sword to sword, sword to sword!

Yinshuang sword vs. Qingfeng sword, both are swords, He Jian will win?

This competition is a game of people, but also a contest of swords!

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