Embrace the blade

After losing the first battle, not only did Yi Buzhi not change his expression, he even showed a hint of a smile in his gaze towards the Qingshan faction, waiting for them to send someone up to challenge for the second round.

Shen Zhiyan put his hand on the hilt of the sword silently, and was about to move, but was stopped by his elder brother.

"Substitution!" Shen Shensi didn't give him a chance to speak, turned to Lin Kuangge and said, "Miss Lin, what happened suddenly, I will come to make amends at another day, but Zhiyan can't play in this competition."

Lin Kuangge said in surprise, "What's the point of apologizing? If you want to change people, you can change them. You don't need to take care of me. But what happened to the second son?"

Shen Shensi's face was slightly condensed: "If he goes on stage to play this time, I'm afraid he will be completely ruined in the future."

"Big brother..."

Shen Zhiyan finally couldn't hold back his voice, but was cut off by Shen Shensi in a deep voice: "Shut up, you are standing here today, you are not allowed to do anything!"

"Exactly!"

Shen Duanxing, who was full of astonishment, was looking at the two of them. When his name was called, he immediately responded, "Yes, brother?"

"You take the stage for your second brother."

Shen Duanxing was even more astonished, and he was almost tongue-tied: "But...but it's not like you don't know me... how can I do this sword skill..."

Among the three brothers of the Shen family, the second son Shen Zhiyan is the most outstanding in martial arts, followed by Shen Shensi, and the third son Shen Duanxing is idle, and his foundation is not as solid as the ordinary disciples of the Qingshan School.A few days ago, he hung out in the city without seeing anyone, but he was arrested today after the competition.

"Are you really letting your second brother go?" Shen Shensi glanced at the Prajna Sect who was facing him from afar, and patted Shen Duanxing on the shoulder, "I have to stay here and stare at him, you will do your best."

Shen Duanxing looked at the silent second brother again, then nodded: "I see."

He drew out his sword and straightened his back involuntarily when he stood on the ring: "Qingshan faction Shen Duanxing, come to ask for a fight!"

On the side of Prajna Sect, Yi Buzhi smiled even more intensely, and said, "Yan Han, you can go to this round."

The man behind him threw down the sheath in response, drew his knife and stepped onto the stage, without saying a single word of nonsense: "Yan Han."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Han swung the knife directly, the blade was thick, but the blow was unparalleled, and it fell like a thunder with a howling wind.Although Shen Duanxing was startled, his reaction was not slow, he turned around and the blade almost passed his ears.He shot at the same time, and the swords collided fiercely, but it was a pity that Yan Han's sword had strong gravity and was difficult to shake.

Shen Duanxing ventured forward, and the long sword slid down against the blade, cutting towards Yan Han's hand holding the sword.However, Yan Han flipped his wrist, and the back of the knife held the sword backwards. Shen Duanxing suddenly felt a surge of force rushing towards him, enveloping his entire arm like a wave, and then he was thrown away helplessly. , he staggered and stabilized his figure, almost dropping the sword.

Without leaving the slightest chance to breathe, Yan Han's sword shadow pressed heavily on him, and the airtightness was like a mountain toppled. The body was so violent that the tiger's mouth began to tingle.

Yan Han's strength seemed endless, and he didn't mean to lose it over time. He was just impatient with the entanglement. With a loud shout, he poured his inner strength into the knife, and the long sword fell abruptly with a sudden blow. The castration did not diminish, and it was wiped off Shen Duanxing's neck.

Amidst the exclamation, Shen Duanxing made a decisive decision and dodged backwards. He rolled and evaded continuously, and the light of the knife fell again and again, almost slashing dangerously against his body on the stage.

Shen Duanxing put his hand on the stage, raised his leg and kicked Yan Han's forearm backwards. He immediately hung his whole body in the air, and kicked the other leg hard on the opponent's shoulder. With all his strength, Yan Han finally took a few steps back.

At the same time, Shen Duanxing grabbed the sword that fell beside him, flew up, seized this rare moment, and stabbed vigorously at the empty door exposed by Yan Han, and the light of the sword rushed out like an arrow.

Yan Han didn't dodge or dodge, but also rushed towards him, the sword and sword whetted a series of dazzling sparks, after all, the sword was a few inches long, and first tore through Yan Han's waist and side clothes, and a thread of bright red flew.At this time, the distance between the two was close, Yan Han's eyes showed a fierce look, he lifted the heavy knife, and at the same time hit Shen Duanxing's chest with his palm.

As if being hit by a huge boulder on his chest, Shen Duanxing felt his eyes go blurry, and fell on the stage again, his chest heaved violently due to the tightness, and he spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly.

Yan Han still refused to let it go, the knife was about to fall, when there was no time left, there was a sudden clang, the knife in his hand shook violently, and he was caught off guard and bruised his arm.

A sword was inserted between him and Shen Duanxing out of thin air, Yan Han turned his head to look, Shen Zhiyan looked directly at him, and slowly lowered his hand.

"Since the outcome is decided, there is no need to kill them all, right?" Shen Shensi said sharply.

Yi Buzhi laughed slowly, and also ordered: "It's ok, the next round will be the most exciting round."

One win and one loss, winning or losing depends on the last game.

Everyone in the Righteous Way present had serious expressions on their faces. If they were really defeated by dozens of members of the Prajna Sect, they would be humiliated for an unknown period of time, and the Shanhe League would be discredited even more.

Lin Kuangge's hand holding the sword turned white, and he took several deep breaths. The comfort from others entered his ears and then slipped away. His heart was still uneasy, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.She couldn't help turning her head to look, Qi Zhaoxi in the crowd looked around, compared to the worried faces of the people around him, he was too indifferent, it seemed that it didn't matter who lost or won in the end, he was purely indifferent spectators.

Lin Kuangge withdrew his gaze in disappointment, loosened and tightened the hand holding the sword, but suddenly heard someone say:

"Let me take the stage for you."

She was taken aback, only to see Meng Sifan, the eldest disciple of the Tianmen Sect, standing in front of her at some point, and continued: "I made it clear that day that Qi Daxia refused to come forward, but I am willing. If Miss Lin needs anything, I will die."

Lin Kuangge shook his head: "I appreciate your kindness, but the Prajna Sect's battle post was sent to us, so how can we involve the Tianmen Sect?"

"Then it doesn't involve sects." Meng Sifan smiled, "I just want to help you, can I?"

Lin Kuangge hesitated for a moment, but did not speak.

"This situation concerns the Shanhe League, and even the entire Jianghu. You should not be allowed to bear such a heavy burden. Besides, the Tianmen Sect is also a member of the Shanhe League. Whether it is public or private, I don't want to stand by and watch."

Jiang Lanze couldn't help but said, "Sister Kuangge, this is also a good idea."

After hesitating again and again, Lin Kuangge finally made up his mind and said gratefully, "Okay, Guangqin Sect owes you a favor."

"I will remember." After leaving this sentence, Meng Sifan jumped onto the ring directly.Although everyone in the audience was surprised, most of them immediately understood that compared to Lin Kuangge, who was still young, he was indeed more reassuring to play.

"Meng Sifan of the Guangqin Sect, I'm here to invite you to fight!"

Yi Buzhi half turned around with a smile on his face, stared at Yin Huaishu and said, "It's your turn, remember what I ordered."

The corners of his lips smiled happily, but his eyes had no warmth, like the poisonous snake he raised with its bloody mouth open, it was creepy, Yin Huaishu staggered his eyes and replied, "Yes."

He stood still on the stage, with his sword hand hanging by his side: "Prajna teaching, Yin Huaishu."

"Yin Huaishu..." Shen Zhiyan from the audience repeated softly.

"Is he the strongest among the four masters of the Prajna Sect?" Xue Le couldn't help asking in a low voice, "From your point of view, what chance does Mr. Meng have?"

"On the contrary, Yin Huaishu's bones are not very good, and his martial arts may not be as good as He Lan." Qi Zhaoxi said, "But I can't say for sure, he was originally Yi Buzhi's human gu, the difficult thing to deal with is not martial arts .”

"Human Gu?" Jiang Li asked this time.

Qi Zhaoxi nodded: "It's the same as refining Gu with insects, but he's a failure."

The moment they spoke, the two of them had already exchanged hands in the arena.

The swordsmanship of the Tianmen School is learned from the mountains, and it pays attention to the twists and turns of the peaks and the strange changes. As a big disciple, Meng Sifan makes the moves superbly. Three points more embarrassing.

Although everyone didn't know how the Prajna Sect would send such a person, they couldn't help showing joy, obviously feeling that they had a chance of winning.

Meng Sifan was even more excited, looking at the timing, the sword move suddenly changed, breaking through the opponent's defense in one fell swoop, and the sword edge cut into the chest with a bright arc of light.Yin Huaishu's face turned pale from the pain, but instead of retreating, blood spattered half of Meng Sifan's face instantly.

Meng Sifan trembled violently, and then the long sword fell to the ground with a clang. He covered his face with his hands and screamed out in extreme pain.He desperately wiped his face with his sleeve, and the blood was wiped off, but there was a thick dark red trickle down his cheek, like blood and tears.

His right eye was a bloodshot hole.

Lin Kuangge's eyes widened, and Du Heng cried out, "Elder brother!"

"...Blood is highly poisonous." Jiang Li understood instantly.

At this moment, Yin Huaishu seized the opportunity to pinch his throat with his fingers. Meng Sifan opened his mouth, his face flushed red, which was especially terrifying against the mutilated face.

Just when someone in the audience couldn't help rushing up, Meng Sifan raised his hand to strangle Yin Huaishu's wrist, twisted it vigorously, and with a "click", the shackles were loosened.Yin Huaishu hurriedly backed away, clenched his teeth and pressed back his dislocated hand.

The intense pain seemed to arouse Meng Sifan's fighting spirit. He locked Yin Huaishu firmly with his only remaining eye, and did not pick up the sword. He raised his palm as a knife to break through the wind, but it was more indestructible than gold and stone. .Yin Huaishu came to block with a horizontal sword, but when he pressed the sword, before he could see what was going on in his hand, he was grabbed by his wrist and threw off the weapon.

The two fought with bare hands, each fiercely, suddenly it was like a fierce beast fighting, but after two or three rounds, Yin Huaishu was forced to the edge of the stage.He fought hard to get another wound on his chest, and elbowed Meng Sifan's vitals sideways. Perhaps even his last fight had unleashed his potential. He succeeded, but before he could back away, Meng Sifan reluctantly bent his elbows and wrapped his arms around his neck. Throw him off the ring hard!

Yin Huaishu fell into the sand. He tried to lift himself up with his hands on the ground, but he lost his strength and fell back, coughing up a large pool of blood.

Everyone was stunned and didn't remember to cheer, a figure flashed out, and Shen Shensi only had time to curse secretly.

Shen Zhiyan half-kneeled beside him, and was about to reach out to help him, but before he could touch his blood-stained shoulder, Yin Huaishu violently pushed him away: "Go away, don't touch me!"

Shen Zhiyan was dazed for a moment, as the light of a water knife had flowed over, Shen Shensi raised the knife and pressed it on Yin Huaishu's neck, and grabbed Shen Zhiyan with the other hand, angrily said: "Don't move!" I don't know who is warning.

Meng Sifan on the stage had no time to take care of these things, his body trembled slightly, he didn't know whether it was from too much pain or the fighting spirit was still there, Xuelin Lin's eyes were facing the Prajna Sect, and his voice was hoarse: "You are defeated!"

Everyone on the right way looked at the Prajna Sect group, and some people were holding their swords to prevent the other party from becoming ashamed and angry.Unexpectedly, the protector on the right, Yi Buzhi, was very interesting, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Wonderful, then we will be defeated." He turned to the Qingshan faction, "It's just that the two Mr. Shen are suppressing my church master, what do you intend to do?"

"The Qingshan faction has an unresolved grudge with him, it's time to settle the score, is the right protector planning to intervene?" Anger was rising, and Shen Shensi didn't look good towards him.

Yin Huaishu coughed up blood again, and then recovered, and said coldly, "I kindly remind you, if you don't want to regret it, it's best to let me go."

"Your kindness?" Shen Shensi pressed down the knife, almost leaving a line of blood on the side of his neck, "Master Yin, you really have an extraordinary status!"

"Thanks to your secret books." Yin Huaishu said.

At this point, Xue Le suddenly remembered that the Qingshan School was attacked more than two years ago, and it was rumored that it was done by the Prajna Sect, and it seemed that something was lost at that time.

Hearing this, Shen Shensi wished that the person who cut him directly would have a headache, but still had to be wary of the other side, Yin Huaishu also looked over.

"It's such an unresolved grievance." Yi Buzhi laughed inexplicably, turned around and left without further words, and the others followed closely.

The Prajna Sect left easily, and everyone in the righteous way looked at each other in blank dismay, but Meng Sifan couldn't hold on anymore, fell headlong on the stage, fainted, and a group of people rushed up.

The scene was quite chaotic, but Xue Le finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Jiang Li looking thoughtfully outside the martial arts arena, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Li came back to his senses and shook his head.

"Hey, the scar on your forehead has faded." Only then did Xue Le notice, "I plan to get you medicine, but unfortunately I haven't seen you for the past two days."

Jiang Li was slightly taken aback, but he understood something, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Qi Zhaoxi beside him.

However, Qi Zhaoxi didn't notice the conversation between the two of them at all, and his scrutinizing eyes passed over Shen Shensi, who was holding Yin Huaishu under the custody of the Righteous Disciple, and finally focused on Shen Zhiyan who stood silently, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He clearly saw in an instant that Shen Zhiyan said two words when he stretched out his hand to help:

"Qingyao."