surnamed Wang

The nine-section whip returned to its original state, shining a little bit of cold light under the reflection of the sun, Wang Gangquan's words were tough, but when the opponent attacked, he could only defend passively.

The soft whip is different from ordinary weapons. Its angle is so tricky that even the user may injure himself if he is a little careless, but once he uses it skillfully, he can put a lot of pressure on the opponent, especially each short whip can be attacked independently.

Wang Gingquan's two swords kept resisting around his body, and the jingling sound was endless. Zhan Xuanyun swung his weapon and kicked the opponent's abdomen.

The opponent seized the right time, and threw the soft whip straight, a straight silver light streaked across the air, and the nine-section whip split and shot out one after another.

Wang Gingquan raised the red sword in his left hand, a fiery sword aura burst out from the tip of the sword, and hit a willow blade. The other sharp blades also deviated from their original direction due to the impact of the explosion, passing by both sides of Wang Gingquan, and flew into the distance.

"No weapons now."

As Wang Bingquan said, he instantly exerted force under his feet, and at the same time, the red sword in his left hand was back in its sheath, and the spirit quenching sword in his right hand was slashing towards the opponent with lightning, which was one of the "electricity" styles that focused on speed.

In the blink of an eye, the blade reached the opponent's throat.

Zhan Xuanyun was obviously frightened by its speed, stepped back quickly, and pulled the whip handle still in his hand quickly, and a slender and almost transparent thread of spiritual energy appeared between the two of them.

The silk thread won't hurt Wang Pingquan, but the willow leaf blade pulled by its end can't be said.

When the monks are fighting, their bodies naturally draw the spiritual energy around them. Zhan Xuanyun arranges the spiritual energy threads in front of him, and waits for the opponent to bump into him.

Lingsi is like frozen water, after entering the body, it will be re-converted into water for its own use, but before that, the nine willow blades connected with the silk thread will kill the other party.

Knowing the seriousness, Wang Bingquan made a decisive decision and stopped chasing the opponent. The long sword in his hand suddenly changed direction and slashed straight down, cutting off the silk thread of spiritual energy, and then quickly dodged to avoid the nine blades that followed.

Even though he reacted quickly, his arm was still scraped by the sharp blade, leaving a deep gash.

……

Da da da... Nine willow leaf blades were connected one after another, no longer a loose nine-section whip, but a long sword shining with silver light.

Zhan Xuanyun twisted his wrist and said:

"Seeing that you love using swords so much, why don't you try Zhan's swordsmanship."

After saying that, he handed over a sword.

Wang Gangquan didn't know where the other party had so many tricks, and he was going to let the other party understand this point later.

Wang Gangquan slowly closed his eyes, and for a moment, everything outside became silent, his whole aura changed, and he let out a heavy breath of foul air, and the dark clouds in the sky that had shown signs of dissipating gathered together again.

Behind the dark clouds, a vast starry sky appeared in the originally empty sky. On both sides of the starry sky, the sun and the moon were shining together.

Everyone was taken aback by this scene, but Hong Mao who was standing in the crowd said excitedly:
"Here we come, the real Bai Yujing first floor."

The originally hot and dry air gradually cooled down, and a cool wind blew up on the ring, mixed with water vapor, and after careful feeling, it was discovered that it was rain.

Zhan Xuanyun, who was the first to feel the change, stopped unconsciously. It wasn't because he disdained to take advantage of others' danger, but because the man in front of him gave off an extremely dangerous aura, and he seemed to be facing Tianwei.

After a few breaths, the breeze turned into a squall, the drizzle turned into a torrential rain, and a silver-white rain curtain appeared between the sky and the earth, and the outside world couldn't see the two people on the ring clearly.

Wang Gangquan kept his eyes closed all the time, and he was silent in his inner scene, as if he was still in Baiyujing, watching the jade pillars quietly.

……

With a sound of "click", the entire floating island was illuminated by lightning, and everyone could see clearly what was going on inside.

Wang Gingquan moved and used a move he had never used before. This move was very similar to Bai Yujing's first-level swordsmanship, but it was quite different in its subtleties.

Even if the people present were not sword cultivators, they had more or less experienced Zhao Jianxian's demeanor. When others used Bai Yujing's sword technique, most of them got the shape but not the spirit, but now Wang Bingquan has both form and spirit.

The white figure turned into lightning and flashed past, and reappeared behind the opponent. The protective blade formation in front of the black figure paused for a moment, and then resumed its operation.

The black clouds dissipated, the sky returned to clear, and the floating island was clear after the rain. The puddles and lush vegetation on the ground all indicated that it had just experienced a heavy rain.

The remaining raindrops from the branches fell on the ground, splashing puddles and ripples. The young and promising young master of Yacishan touched his neck in a daze, and wiped away the few blood - if the other party is willing, it is entirely possible Take his head off.

After a moment of silence, the man said in a deep voice:
"Zhan Xuanyun is willing to admit defeat."

There was deathly silence outside the arena. Seeing that the others did not respond, Hong Mao hurriedly took the lead in applauding. Only then did the rest react. Some celebrated with them, and some whispered.

Zhan Xuanyun turned to look at Wang Gingquan, struggled in his eyes, and finally clasped his fists and said:
"Thank you fellow Taoist Zhao for not killing him."

Seeing that the other party was so forthright, Wang Gingquan also let go of his previous personal grievances, and replied:
"Young Master Zhan has accepted."

"Zhan is willing to gamble and admit defeat, and cancel his marriage with Fairy Xi when he returns."

After Zhan Xuanyun finished speaking, he flew off the ring, but this time it was Wang Gangquan's turn to be stunned:
What's wrong with these people, why do they all like to talk to themselves?
……

The outcome has been decided, some are happy and some are sad, the old guys who have never shown up are gathering in the main hall of Sanxian Island at this moment, looking at the big water polo in the center, with different expressions.

The water polo shows the contest between Wang Bingquan and Wang Bingquan. Seeing him using his swordsmanship to attract visions from heaven and earth, even these strong men who are used to the world can't help but feel moved.

A burly middle-aged man frowned and said:
"Zhao Jianxian, isn't this your sword technique?"

His tone was slightly dissatisfied, as if he was asking a question, and without waiting for the other party to reply, Li Changsheng, who had white beard and hair, said first:

"What a novelty. Fellow Daoist Zhao has always been generous to those who ask for advice. At least half of the sword cultivators in the Three Immortal Realm know the Baiyujing swordsmanship. How come they can't do it when they come to my apprentice? Could it be that Sect Master Zhan couldn't afford to lose, and the more he lived, the more he went back?"

"Old man Li, you are the one who can't afford to lose, right? Sanxiandao has always maintained neutrality in this matter, and Zhao Jianxian is also known to be fair. You old fellow must not be ashamed to break the rules."

"Zhan Lu, it's useless for you to have such a big frame, and your mind is as small as a needle nose. If you are not convinced, you can single out with the old man. Whoever loses will kowtow and call you grandpa."

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

As the burly man said, a huge nine-headed lion appeared behind him. His roar shook the sky, and even the roof of the hall trembled.

The old man on the opposite side sneered, and nine white dragons suddenly appeared around him, singing bursts of dragons, forming an evenly matched state with the lion.

The situation was about to explode, and a slightly sullen voice came from not far away:

"That's enough, it's not shameful to be old."

As soon as the words came out, an invisible coercion immediately formed, pressing the natal law of the two suzerains into a trance for a moment.

The two looked at each other fiercely, each withdrew their supernatural powers, the Immortal Emperor sitting on the throne sighed, and said slowly:

"The whole book has been told to me about this matter beforehand, and the old man also agreed. It's not about favoring anyone. That little baby is really talented. He comprehended both thunder and lightning swords at the same time in just one night. Zhan Lu, your son can't afford to lose." injustice."

Seeing the Immortal Emperor's words, everyone dared not have any further objections, and obediently nodded in agreement.

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