MTL - The Book of Troubled Times-Chapter 209 Kai Tian Pai Yun Zhen Cang Hai

  Chapter 209 Opening the sky and dispelling clouds to town the sea

   Looking at the cold female swordsman whose aura exploded in the field, people suddenly remembered something...

   This time "Langya Lunjian", many people did not come, except for those who couldn't find it, those who couldn't come because of something, and those who couldn't come because of excuses, the rest of the biggest absentees were foreigners.

  People haven't forgotten that the No. 1 Qianlong in the past two or three years has always been dominated by Chili, and the number of aliens on the Qianlong list is no less than that of Chinese people.

  So out of the two hundred and fifty potential dragons, only a few dozen were present.

   Today's Qianlong is fourth and fifth, all of them are of different races, and they are not present.

   Xia Chichi was sixth.

   In other words, under Wang Zhaoling and Situ Xiao, Xia Chichi was the number one person.

  Thinking about it this way, many people think that it is normal for us not to go up... After waiting for half a cup of tea, many people suddenly turned their heads to look at the position to the right of Wang Zhaoling.

  The person watched by everyone sighed, and slowly stood up: "Hongnong Yang is not coming back, please give me your advice."

   No matter how many Hongnong Yang OEMs, Yang does not return, and Qianlong ranks seventh.

  If Xia Chichi has a most suitable opponent, of course he is.

  Xia Chichi said indifferently: "How late is Mr. Yang?"

  Yang Bugui said: "I don't want to compete with Your Excellency in the background of the wheel battle. This should be a personal battle between you and me."

   Zhao Changhe, who was staring at him closely, nodded slightly, and Xia Chichi's pretty face under the mask also smiled a little: "If you beat me, there will be no such problem."

   "Not bad." Yang Bugui raised his sword slowly: "Please enlighten me."

   As soon as the voice fell, the sharp blue and white light reached the eyebrows.

  The blue one is the sword light, and the white one is the clothes. The flying stab of human and sword, in the scene of unbelievable beauty, what one feels is the terrifying death.

  Yang Bugui has never felt such extreme destruction and sharpness in a battle at the same level, and almost avoided all the gentle directions of the attribute of "white tiger", choosing the most extreme killing. This kind of powerful desire to destroy can only be said to be worthy of the name of the Devil's Cult.

   But it must be admitted that it is really strong, Yang Bugui knows that this sword cannot be blocked, such a powerful shattering, even if you block it with a horizontal sword, the inertia will continue to graze your throat.

  He suddenly made a wrong step and dodged, pointing his sword at Xia Chichi's mask while dodging.

  The beautiful eyes under the mask are firm and sharp, moving forward indomitably.

  Yang Bugui's heart skipped a beat, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

   With a sound of "cha", the ice soul flashed across Yang Bugui's chest, and blood spattered.

  The mask was divided into two, with a few strands of hair floating away, slowly revealing the alluring face covered by the tiger's face.

  Zhao Changhe suddenly stood up.

  Yang Bugui covered the sword wound on his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "I underestimated Miss Xia's fighting spirit. I deserved to be defeated. I admire you."

  Xia Chichi held his sword hilt upside down, cupped his fists and did not answer.

  Finally someone didn't understand, and asked Wang Zhaoling again: "So what's going on, can they both fail such a move?"

Wang Zhaoling silently looked at Xia Chichi's beautiful face, and responded in a low voice: "Brother Yang's sword is a very routine response, after all, this is an occasion for sparring, as long as the other party doesn't want to dodge desperately, he will dodge, then he will attack her fiercely." Wuqian's sword power was broken. But this Saintess Xia... Her goal is to make a quick decision, and she doesn't want to be consumed too much, so she uses the protective effect of the special mask to force her to fight, so as to defeat the enemy with one sword. Yang Brother underestimated her determination, resulting in the failure of one move."

  Everyone gasped, and the way they looked at Xia Chichi changed a bit.

   As for the girl? Your mask is not a fetish, if you don't block it, you will be disfigured!

   No, **** she is so beautiful!

  The entire banquet hall was silent, looking at Xia Chichi's pretty face, they all stayed there.

  Summer is flying in the sky, it’s too late...

  She came too late to show off to the world... Even this time, it was not for herself, but for Zhao Changhe.

  Xia Chichi didn't care about revealing his true face, and remained calm: "Who else wants to teach me next?"

   Still completely silent.

  Wang Zhaoling frowned tightly.

   Originally, even if Yang Bugui couldn't win against Xia Chichi, it would definitely cause a huge amount of consumption. After the round of battle, she would be defeated without two people. I didn't expect this battle to end like this. Xia Chichi basically didn't consume much except for destroying an insignificant mask.

Moreover, this witch is extremely ruthless, and both opponents have suffered serious injuries at this time. She knows very well in her heart that the outcome depends on the "number of wins", and it is still possible for Yang Bugui to win the match through various operations. She has a lot of victories, so just get hurt and it's over.

  The treasures in the family are used to catch Zhao Changhe, not to send to the Four Elephant Sect...

  Even if Xia Chichi gave it to Zhao Changhe, it would become a gift from the Wang family to Xia Chichi as a favor.

  He finally sighed: "If I do it myself, will the girl think I'm bullying?"

Xia Chichi's always cold expression now smiled ironically: "Young Master Wang's trial of the sword Qianlong is the right thing to do, you should have been the first to challenge the heroes like Situ Xiao, instead of trying to stop others like you are doing now." Victory. Young master, is it a bit uncomfortable now?"

  Wang Zhaoling pursed his lips, but did not refute.

  Xia Chichi said indifferently: "Since you're done, let's fight. I'm not necessarily inferior to you, so why bother to create a high profile that suppresses the audience... With all due respect, you are not worthy."

   This is really true... Qianlong No.3 and No.6 are already very close in the eyes of Chaotic Times. It is said that everyone is at the same level, and there is almost no possibility of leapfrogging, that is only "almost".

  A son who lacks experience, and a witch who has been forged in the devil's religion, the outcome is really hard to say.

Xia Chichi's words were not polite, but Wang Zhaoling was not angry, just smiled slightly: "The posture is not deliberately created, but if you don't even have this kind of self-confidence, Qianlong No.3 will have no face to stay. I don't need weapons in this battle. Facing the enemy with bare hands, the girl pays attention."

  Xia Chichi was noncommittal, suddenly his body flashed, and once again he struck Wang Zhaoling's throat with his sword.

  The imposing manner, moves, and angles are exactly the same as the one who stabbed Yang Bugui just now, killing fiercely and destroying mountains and rivers.

   However, no one knows whether the intention is the same. This is also a kind of psychological warfare.

  Yang Bugui, who was bandaging and healing at the side, stared at the sword intently, to see how Wang Zhaoling, who could clearly analyze other people's battle situations, behaved himself in the game?

  Wang Zhaoling's performance was very simple, he just rolled out a palm in a bland manner.

  In an instant, the sea roared wildly, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

  It seemed as if the dark clouds in the sky were pressing down on the city, covering the sun and covering the sky, but a gust of wind suddenly picked up and swept past, like a **** and Buddha stretched out a giant palm, sweeping away the thick clouds, so the sky was clear and cloudless.

  The divine arrow that flew towards the scorching sun in the sky just hit the stormy wind and cloud, and was directly rolled back, staggering and falling like a feather.

  Xia Chichi's sharp and stern sword was directly slapped back with a palm, and he flew backwards, leaving long marks on the ground with his embroidered shoes.

  This young man seems to be the opposite of Zhao Changhe, Zhao Changhe is a majestic man, and his fists and palms are playing small and delicate grabs for the time being; while this seemingly elegant young man Wang Zhaoling, his shots are so overwhelming!

   One power down ten times, what Xuan Chong said was the second most powerful in the world, the palm of the sky and the sea!

   Whether he uses a weapon or not, the difference is not too big...

  Many people were really fascinated by watching, from Situ laughing at Zhao Changhe, to Xia Chichi Yang not returning, to Wang Zhaoling today.

  The demeanor of Shenzhou Qianlong has shone brightly within half an hour, mobilizing the enthusiasm of countless peers. At this moment, almost no one is thinking about winning or losing. They also want to fight!

   Except for Zhao Changhe.

  He tightly held the handle of the knife, his eyes fixed on Wang Zhaoling's palm, fearing that the next palm would be delayed...

  Wang Zhaoling leaped past, condescending, and slashed at Xia Chichi who was supporting the ground below with his palm.

  Xia Chichi raised his head sharply, the long sword rushed upward like a tornado, and the sword energy swept upward like a tsunami, straight into the sky.

  The previous palm can move the sky and clouds, but can this palm suppress the sea?

   No...that's not a tsunami.

  The sword energy suddenly spiraled, piercing straight up, and the onlookers seemed to see a blue dragon rushing out of the dragon's head from the monstrous waves, screaming and reaching the sky.

   Qinglong raised his head!

  She is not only the White Tiger Saintess, but also the Legend of the Azure Dragon!

   "Boom!"

  The sword energy pierced into the palm wind, making an ear-piercing scream.

   Then the gust of wind blew away, scattered heaven and earth in all directions, Xia Chichi spun backwards and fell backwards, suddenly spurting a mouthful of blood.

  Suddenly a palm was placed on her back, and she released it, and then released it again, leading her back four or five steps, dispelling all the energy surrounding her.

  Xia Chichi didn't look back, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously provoked a smile.

   Without looking back, you know that there is no one else but Zhao Changhe. It stands to reason that this martial arts occasion should not be involved, but Xia Chichi did not blame Zhao Changhe for being troublesome. She knew that without his help, she would not be able to dispel her energy and would be hurt secretly.

  His vision is very vicious, he has a clear grasp of the battle situation in the seven or eight levels of the porch, but he can't stand it, he doesn't want to hurt himself in the slightest.

  Compared to this love for his wife, what is the victory or defeat?

  Wang Zhaoling over there did not pursue either. He looked down at a trace of blood on his palm, and said in a low voice, "It can really hurt me...Bare hands are really too big...The Saintess of the Four Elephants, she has a well-deserved name."

  Zhao Changhe led Xia Chichi back to relieve himself, and replied directly: "Brother Wang is smart, I will admit defeat for Chichi."

   Interfering is a foul, but as long as you concede defeat, it's not a problem.

  Xia Chichi curled her lips, but did not refute, and let him arrange as if she were a little daughter-in-law.

  The people around the audience bulged their eyeballs.

   Weren't you a very cold swordsman just now? What is this doing now?

  Wang Zhaoling was also a little dumbfounded: "You took all the force she should have suffered, and no hair was hurt. My hand was slightly injured, and you seemed like your wife was beaten..."

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

   "So brother Zhao's intention is to fight for her, can't we continue the next competition?"

  Xia Chichi was afraid that Zhao Changhe would really participate on impulse, so he hurriedly said: "The competition is the number of wins, not an elimination system. Why can't I continue after losing one game? Come again!"

   "Sister, you should take a break." There was a voice swallowing hard from the sidelines.

   Everyone turned their heads to look, Cui Yuanyang's cheeks were bulging, and he barely swallowed the last bite of cake: "I'm almost choking to death..."

  But Cui Yuanyang stood up, stretched his arms, did a stretching exercise, and jumped again: "Qinghe Cui Yuanyang, please enlighten the heroes of the world."

  (end of this chapter)