My imagination has come true

Chapter 86 cut open
Mu Qingyun glanced at the two people standing on the ring, then quickly turned around and asked Wang Jiaoxi next to him for information.

"You know that?"

Wang Jiaoxi coughed, turned his eyes away and changed the subject, "Uh, Qingqing, go get ready, your second round, it's probably your turn in ten minutes or so."

When Mu Qingyun reads novels, sometimes he will write about the tricks of masters, often hundreds of tricks, or for three days and three nights.

But in fact, after coming here and really starting to practice martial arts, and even began to practice internal strength, she found that there are very few real duels where you can make a hundred moves, unless it is a coaching match, a practice match and the like.

Mu Qingyun really let go of the fight, and used all his strength to make thirty or fifty moves at most. If there were more, the moves would gradually lose their shape.

After playing for more than ten minutes, you will definitely feel very tired.

Three days and three nights?
Not to mention fighting, even if you practice martial arts for three days and three nights, you will lose half your life.

Her martial arts are not weak anymore, she is still a short distance away from the state of subtlety, just a little bit of accumulation, a little fire.

Practicing now, I can already feel that the whole body is filled with qi and blood, and the qi flows out through the skin and bone marrow. When the true qi flows all over the body, the mind is condensed, and the extreme subtleties of one's body are recognized, one will naturally be able to nuance it.

She doesn't know.How about the continuity of the output of those masters who broke the illusion.

She has only seen one master of delusion, the quasi-sword Holy Wood Eleven of the Mishima Kingdom.

Situ Qingshuang, the master of the Huijian sect, didn't bother at all, just hit him casually, and it was just a few moves.

Of course, the gap between Situ Qingshuang and others is too great, it is really hard to compare.

However, even if two Illusion-shattering realms fight, it probably won't last long. If life and death are really at stake, most of the time it's just a matter of a few tricks.

The wind and rain were raging, and the rain hit the ground, splashing clouds of water mist.

On the edge of the stands, several old people looked around with their heads probed, their hearts pounding.

Mu Qingyun paused, Zhuo Yanfei, the head of his family, frowned unexpectedly, with a look of confusion on his face: "Why hasn't Situ Qingshuang come yet? He must never let us go."

"Several disciples of my family have signed up, and they don't even know the details. They definitely can't fight Mu Luosheng."

Situ Qingshuang didn't come?

Mu Qingyun was a little surprised, but this is not the time to think about these things. She took a deep breath, adjusted the light soft armor on her body as instructed in advance, and then checked her shoes and sword.

The sword also needs to be carefully cleaned and wiped clean.

I heard that more than ten years ago, there was a case that has not been solved so far.

In that year's competition, a contestant didn't pay attention. Somebody put poison on the weapon. Many of his opponents were injured by him. He didn't pay attention at first, but then the poison spread and spread. .

More than 30 people died in one breath.

The imperial court was furious and ordered the Dali Temple to conduct a strict investigation. The Dali Temple changed a Dali Temple Minister for this, but no real evidence was found.

The contestants have also practiced martial arts for more than ten years. Although they came from folk martial arts gyms, they are not without foundation. They have never done anything except martial arts since they were young.

The sword he used was a standard weapon directly obtained from the competition committee.

After this case, everyone formed a conditioned reflex. Before going to the ring, they should not only look at their own weapons, but also their relatives and friends should help pay attention to the opponent's weapons.

Thoughts drifted away more and more, but Mu Qingyun's heart became more and more quiet.

Soon, the time will come.

Mu Qingyun walked towards his arena, and before he left, he glanced at Chen Yi.

She was still fighting with Zhou Zhi. Mu Qingyun took a closer look and stared at her for a long while, his eyes fluttered.

At this moment, around Chen Yi's arena, the ordinary audience applauded and shouted 'come on' loudly, blushing and neck thick with anxiety, it was too lively.

Experts lowered their heads, curled their lips, rolled their eyes, and laughed.

Master Zhuo didn't put his mind on that, but it was nothing. He taught them, especially Wang Jiaoxi, who taught Chen Yi the most, his face twitched so much that his chin almost twitched.

In fact, Chen Yi's sword has a long meaning, and his swordsmanship can already reveal Xiaocheng's appearance faintly.

At her age, she couldn't say it was bad.

The problem is that Zhou Zhi's performance is simply sincere and fearful. It is because he is afraid that Chen Yi will not feel comfortable in the beating. He wants to send his whole body, from head to toe, to Chen Yi's sword, and let her play with it.

Chen Yi couldn't be blamed for this kind of martial arts contest, his face turned pale with anger, Nai He yelled several times, Zhou Zhi couldn't understand anything.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

boom!
Mu Qingyun suddenly recovered.

On the ring, Feifei Sun had a cruel smile on her lips, she suddenly shook the soft whip, and the whip hit the bluestone on the ring, the lightning flashed, and the boulder shattered.

The surrounding audience immediately went into an uproar.

This whip has the power to crack rocks.

"It's Feifei Sun!"

"The opponent seems to be a newcomer to the Yuncheng martial arts school, and has never participated in a competition."

"I've been to see the doctor."

Zhuo Yanfei's attention was shifted all of a sudden, he stood up and got off the stands, and walked to the side of the martial arts arena.

Mu Qingyun's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fell on Sun Feifei lightly, and a trace of contempt crept up in his heart involuntarily.

This is not good.

Mu Qingyun swept away the thought of being superior.

But when she stood here, she suddenly felt full of confidence. Don't say that the other party didn't pay attention to details, even if she made a breakthrough on the spot, Mu Qingyun suddenly thought that she was the winner.

That kind of determination that stands out from the crowd is really strange.

She must have been a person who was used to winning in her previous life.

Sun Feifei's moves, flaws, and all her weaknesses seemed to unfold before her eyes.

In the rain and fog, the referee solemnly shouted: "Start!"

As soon as the words fell, Sun Feifei's eyes were sharp, and she swung her right arm quickly, and the silver whip swept directly between Mu Qingyun's eyebrows.

The long whip is a soft weapon, but Sun Feifei used it very fiercely.

Mu Qingyun held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, with a sudden smile on his face, he pulled out the sword half an inch, not only did not hide, but also accelerated instantly and flew straight towards Su Feifei's long whip.

All the disciples outside could not help closing their eyes.

The disciples of other sects also sighed in their hearts, newcomers are newcomers, reckless and impulsive.

Feifei Sun is an attacking master, and usually beats her opponent to the ground with extremely vicious attacks in one blow.

If you avoid her first wave of offensive, her ferocity will not be so strong afterwards.

This young rookie chose the wrong way to deal with it, and I am afraid that he will lose very quickly.

"Wow!"

Before the thoughts flashed through his mind, Mu Qingyun bumped into Sun Feifei's side, the sword closed before it was fully unsheathed, and the scabbard slashed on her mouth.

Feifei Sun didn't even have time to make the second move, the pain hit her, her vision went dark, bang, she fell unconscious on the ring.

The referee calmly said: "Zhang Qingqing wins."

The house was silent.

After a long while, the masters, uncles of various sects, the instructors of the martial arts hall, etc., finally belatedly figured out what happened.

The little novice's sword cut Feifei Sun's long whip from the very center in an instant.

The long whip is long and thin, soft and flexible. From the common sense, it is almost impossible to split the whole long whip into two from the round surface of the thickness of the thumb.

"No, she cut her own whip."

Zhuo Yanfei laughed.

The others thought about it and nodded.

"She is playing with a whip in her hand, but she insists on pursuing the strength of cutting iron like mud. The force poured into the whip body actually turns the whip into a 'sword', a 'knife', and misses its own power. Advantage."

A soft whip is difficult to break, but after it becomes an 'inferior' sword, it becomes much easier to break.

The stronger and more ferocious Sun Feifei's strength was, the faster her whip was cut.

(End of this chapter)