Half fairy

Chapter 617 You Lose

This time a different person attacked, and another person fell from the sky.

Someone rushed from the sky, and smoke and dust rushed from below.

Chan Shaoting was fearless, and with the mana gradually slowing down, he was confident that with the power of his "nine-point sword" and the strength of a battle, he could be regarded as going all out.

The movements of the hands are also crisp and neat, standing in the hands of the sword, clapping the hilt of the sword with both hands, the sword turns into nine in the palm, and spreads out like an umbrella bone.

With a wave of both arms, the Nine Swords spread their wings like a roc, flew behind them, suspended in the shape of a large disc, and spun rapidly behind them.

As the opponent rushed closer, Chan Shaoting, who was standing by the edge of the deep pit, pointed at the sky with one hand, pointed at the opponent who was rushing, and shouted loudly, "Go!"

With just one sound, the blush on his cheeks disappeared in an instant, and his face became completely pale. It can be seen that he had no way to retreat from this blow, and once again exhausted the magic power in his body.

For him, there is no need to keep anything anymore, and if he loses again, he will lose the face of living, and he will definitely strike again with all his strength.

The spinning nine swords suddenly flew away like birds leaving their nests, but flew in the same direction again.

Even if the dust hasn't dissipated at this time, the audience can still see flashes of streamer light, like nine dragons catching pearls, and Yu Qing is the robbed pearl.

Nanzhu and others in the stands raised their hearts in their throats.

Wen Ruowei also widened his eyes and murmured, "Not good!"

If the thousand swords were astonishing like rain before, but they were also vertical attacks. You can tell by looking at the pillars under Yu Qing's feet that they block one side, but now the nine swords are like living things, brazenly launching from nine different directions Offensive.

The so-called two fists are hard to defeat four hands, not to mention that there are more than four hands. It is easy to block one side, but it is difficult to block nine sides at the same time.

What's more terrible is that the sword gang condensed in the elementary profound realm can be easily defeated, but the one in front of him can't. The one in front of him is a real object, a real flying sword, and it looks like a living thing.

From the audience's point of view, Yu Qing has no skill to control the sky, and is avoiding the inevitable crash into the encirclement and suppression of Nine Swords, which made many spectators tense their hearts.

As for Yu Qing himself, since he was actively attacking, he had no intention of dodging. Seeing the nine cold lights strangling towards him, he swung the sword in his hand without hesitation.

The agitated dust that roared from the deep pit to the sky also engulfed the people in the air and the nine cold lights at this time.

And Chan Shaoting was standing on the edge of the deep pit, and had already been swallowed up first.

Everyone couldn't see anything at once, only heard a burst of dense "Dangdang" explosions.

In the billowing dust and mist, Yu Qing's figure rolled like a dragon ball, with 36 swords in one breath and no time to wait, one person and one sword blocked all directions in an instant.

From the eyes of everyone, they could only see the confused dust at the siege position of Nine Swords wriggling in a strange shape, just like the beginning of chaos, and something conceived and breathed in the chaos.

Everyone can guess that the agitated smoke is pressing towards the location where Chan Shaoting is at a visible speed.

The violent explosions in the smoke did not stop, and from time to time, flying swords popped out of the expanding dust, and then turned around and dived back fiercely, like a swimming dragon playing in the sea of ​​clouds.

This scene made the audience realize that the power of the Nine Swords did not immediately subdue Yu Qing. It is hard for ordinary people to imagine how Yu Qing could bear it.

Li Chenghu, who was half leaning on the armrest in the VIP seat, has leaned forward slightly, which shows how much attention he is paying attention to at the moment.

Wen Xin and Xiao Hong couldn't understand what was going on, but felt that the scene of the master fighting was very shocking.

Nanzhu and Mu Aotie really have one heart and can't let it go.

Zhong Ruochen's hands tightened his clothes again.

Wen Ruowei stared at it with wide eyes, as if he didn't dare to miss any subtle changes, as if he wanted to see through the dust.

Long Xingyun held the folding fan stiffly on his knees, and also stared at the battle place without moving.

The violent explosion in the smoke didn't last for a while, and it suddenly became less intense.

Chan Shaoting, who was casting a spell forcibly in the dust, suddenly spurted a stream of blood from his nostrils, and his body also staggered back a step, staring at the sky ahead.

A group of black shadows came through the sky, it was Yu Qing, who had defeated the Nine Swords Strangling, broke through the net, and stabbed Chan Shaoting with a volley of swords.

Unexpectedly, Chan Shaoting did not hide, and a distorted look of determination appeared on his pale face, and he continued to cast spells and swords in a desperate manner, intending to use himself as a bait to kill Yu Qing.

Yu Qing, who was approaching in a hurry, saw his expression and reaction clearly, and instantly realized that this man didn't want to live anymore.

He was shocked, he didn't want to kill him, one Long Xingyun was enough, and if he provoked Guijian Villa, it would be a pain in the ass.

Shocked, he drew his sword, turned around in the air, and kicked Chan Shaoting's chest fiercely. This kick was indeed more ruthless, and he was indeed annoyed.

Chan Shaoting was immediately kicked out.

Yu Qing, who turned around in the air, fought behind him again, and the fast sword hit the flying sword that was shot from behind. It came fast and popped out fast.

The spectators at the scene immediately saw sword lights popping out of the billowing dust, but this time they did not turn around and shoot back, they all fell to the ground without any movement, and were scattered again The flying dust engulfed it.

In addition, when the fighting stopped, everyone immediately realized something, especially the people in Guijian Villa, who were obviously very nervous.

Almost at the same time, a figure also flew out from the dust. It was Chan Shaoting who slid on the ground for a few feet before stopping. He supported the ground with his hands, and just about to stand up forcefully, he couldn't help but look up." Pfft" A mouthful of blood came out.

The billowing dust pushed up at this moment, as if knocking someone over, Chan Shaoting, who spewed out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and was immediately swallowed by the dust.

"Brother!" Chan Shaoyun cried out sadly, subconsciously going to help.

Yong Zexue seemed to have foreseen what she was going to do, and put his hands on her shoulders, holding her firmly in place, and warned coldly: "The competition is not over yet, no one can intervene."

For her, since the rules of the Chaoyang Conference cannot be broken, it is also her last hope. Maybe her son can still fight?Maybe the opponent is also seriously injured?

Chan Shaoting, who was lying in the muddy dust, raised his head vigorously, trying to stand up again, but he was exhausted.

He wanted to condense a little mana to adjust his breath to recover, but his internal organs were in pain like being torn apart, his meridians were blocked, and his chest could not even exert and receive force. He knew that his sternum had been broken by the opponent's heavy kick.

At the moment when his mana was drained, when he had no mana to defend against, he knew he was seriously injured after being kicked.

He also knew that the opponent had shown mercy, otherwise his kick would be enough to kill him who had no defense.

But he still wants to stand up and try his best because he can't fall down again.

Suddenly, I saw a figure walking in the sand, and there was no one else except the masked Zhang Zhichen.

Yu Qing walked up to him, looked down at him, and said, "You lost."

Chan Shaoting struggled desperately, even though the blood oozing from his mouth and nose was already ticking, even though his chest seemed to be torn apart by severe pain, he still stood up desperately, staggered in front of Yu Qing, and mumbled in his mouth the blood : "Unless you kill me, I won't admit defeat, come on, I haven't lost yet, come kill me!"

Yu Qing stretched out his hand and pushed, and Chan Shaoting immediately fell to the ground with a bang, and fell on his back.

Yu Qing grabbed one of his ankles, turned around and dragged him away, like dragging a big living person like a sack.

Chan Shaoting was still struggling and wanted to stand up, but how could he stand up under such circumstances.

He seemed to know what Yu Qing was going to do to him, and he didn't seem to want to accept the ending. He scratched and scratched the ground with his hands, trying to find a grip, but to no avail.

He touched a stone in his hand, and threw it at Yu Qing again, but the strength and accuracy were really pitiful, either he couldn't hit it, or he didn't see any reaction from Yu Qing.

"Let go of me, I haven't lost yet, I can still fight..."

Chan Shaoting yelled for a while, and then began to cry, as if crying blood and begging, there was no trace of Yu Qingchu's demeanor when he first came to Kunling Mountain.

The swaying dust gradually becomes hazy, and the audience in a certain direction sees a figure walking in the haze.

Yu Qing, who was near the outside of the field, stopped, swung his arm, and threw Chan Shaoting who was dragging him out, directly out of the field, and out of the field.

"It's out of bounds."

"It was thrown out."

Seeing Zen Shaoting falling to the ground and rolling, the audience in the stands here suddenly made a noise.

The other observers who were blocked by the dust didn't know what happened, and they all stood up and looked up.

Yu Qing, who turned around and turned back, fell back into the field, swung his sword and slashed into the air. After one sword, two swords, three or four swords, the long sword returned to its sheath with a snap.

A series of turbulent energy cleared the field, and the confused smoke and dust were discharged in all directions. The competition field was cleared up a lot soon, at least it could be seen clearly.

So everyone saw Chan Shaoting who fell out of the circle, and saw Chan Shaoting who occasionally choked up a mouthful of blood during the struggle but couldn't get up.

With his face covered, Yu Qing held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and walked towards the main stage at a leisurely pace.

Seeing this, Wen Ruowei grabbed her sister's hand and shook it vigorously, her eyebrows beaming and she looked very excited.

Xiaohong also clasped her hands and fingers together, looking very excited, eager to express something, but seeing the young lady's calm look, she didn't know what to say.

Nan Zhu scratched his ears, turned his head and said to Mu Ao Tie beside him: "The strength of the old fifteen seems to be stronger than we imagined."

Mu Aotie nodded silently.

Baili's heart was also full of surprise.

Xiao Changdao and Wu Ronggui looked at Chan Shaoting who was lying at the foot of the stand, and both sighed.

Long Xingyun opened the folding fan again, shook it, and said disdainfully: "The sky is full of dust, and I can't even retract it freely, but that's all..." Chewing, some sand fell on the fan, which was caught by him Fan into his own mouth, hastily spit a few times.

Looking at the gray environment again, shaking the fan felt a bit silly, so I quickly put the fan away.

On the other side of the main stage, several Kunling Mountain disciples had already flew out, and ran to give emergency treatment to Chan Shaoting.

Chan Shaoyun, who wanted to go to see her brother, was held back by Yong Zexue. The latter stared at Chan Shaoting, gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it shameful enough for useless waste? I'm leaving!"

She grabbed her daughter and dragged her away regardless of her pleading and struggle.

For her, there is no need to watch the competition in the future, and she can't afford to lose that person.

The staff of Guijian Villa looked at each other in blank dismay, and under the gaze of Yong Zexue staring back coldly, they hurriedly lowered their heads to follow one by one.

Only Zhao Qing didn't go with them, he quickly got down from the stands, and headed towards Chan Shaoting who had been carried away.

Due to the dust, the main stage did not see the defeat of Chan Shaoting. Qin Fujun was communicating with the Kunshan disciples who were watching over there to confirm the situation.

Yu Qing was already standing in front of the edge of the competition field, not daring to step out easily, waiting for the announcement of the result of the competition.

(End of this chapter)