Chapter 68 Sparks Liaoyuan Knife [Two Updates]

Chapter 68: "Two Shifts" of the Sparkling Prairie Sword.

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"The third session, Yang Miao..." The middle-aged deacon of Yunyang Sect took out two jade tokens from the small box, looked at the four people under him and said, "Luo Jin."

"Luck is really bad." Lu Shaoyou's face darkened, this is really unfortunate, Wang Guang's strength level of a ninth-level warrior, and his own fourth-level warrior, this difference is too big, a difference of one level is a big hurdle, not to mention a difference of five Heavy.

"It seems that this time I don't have a chance to compete with you three-line warriors." Yang Miao said to Lu Shaoyou, and then her exquisite and bumpy body gracefully climbed onto the stone platform.

Luo Jin looked helpless and jumped onto the stone platform. This was also his best luck. At least on the surface, he was better to Yang Miao than Wang Guang of the Wang family and Lu Shaoyou of the Lu family.

Under the stone platform, there are only Lu Shaoyou and Wang Guang, Lu Dong, Lu Wushuang, Lu Xi and others. At this time, their expressions also changed slightly. Although they knew that Lu Shaoyou was extraordinary, it was a six-layer difference in strength. The difference is too big. In their eyes, Lu Shaoyou is only a third-level warrior, and Lu Shaoyou hides a level of strength.

Only Zhao Hui and Lu Shaohu smiled when they saw this, and even Zhou Lixing, Lu Nan, Zhou Haiming sneered faintly, waiting to see Lu Shaoyou lose.

"Luo Jin, you are the second-level warrior, you are not my opponent, surrender." Yang Miao, who was wearing a strong suit, looked at Luo Jin and said.

"Whether it is an opponent or not, you will know only after comparing it. Even if it is not an opponent, there is no one in my Luo family who has surrendered." Luo Jin said indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, the patriarch of the Luo family on the referee's bench suddenly smiled slightly, very satisfied, and also made the onlookers have a lot of goodwill.

"Okay, then I'll let you do it first." Yang Miaohong pursed her lips.

"Then I'll be welcome." As soon as the voice fell, Luo Jin knew that his strength was weak, so he was naturally rude, and with a jump, a red infuriating qi burst out from all over his body.

At the moment when he was in the sky, Luo Jin's handprints formed, and a half-meter-long scimitar appeared in his hand. On the blade, dark red light flickered, and a groove snaked out along the tip of the blade, with a In the cold light, this knife is obviously not an ordinary thing.

The machete slashed across an arc, and then swept away towards Yang Miao while cutting through the air.

"It's good." Yang Miao giggled, the handprint in her hand was knotted, and a red scabbard long sword appeared in her hand without losing the opportunity. With a dazzling arc, it is like a snake, extremely flexible and vicious, and instantly blocks Luo Jin's machete.

The sword, light and sword shadows staggered across the sky, and it was dazzling quickly. The two figures separated, Luo Jin's face was already pale, and with a slight stroke of the machete, a faint spark burst out, with the cold sword light again. Cut off to Yang Miao.

"laugh……"

Yang Miaojiao's body was vertical, and her true qi burst out suddenly, and her figure turned into a blurred shadow and swept towards Luo Jin like lightning. This speed was extremely fast. Entering, it also appeared with a flame, the sword light cut through the air and slashed towards Luo Jin.

Luo Jin's expression did not change, he knew that his strength was low, and he could not take any advantage of resisting Yang Miao. Instantly, he tapped his toes on the ground, and his feet burst out, his figure stepped back like a teleportation. The machete in his hand slashed horizontally, and the strong force carried a trace of fiery flame, and a faint arc of fire appeared in the front air, and the sharp breaking wind sounded non-stop.

Yang Miaojiao walked sideways, the handprint in her hand quickly knotted, the long sword suddenly changed direction and pulled out a sword shadow.

"Dangdang..." In a piece of electric light and flint, the two bodies retreated respectively, but Luo Jin was obviously defeated, and his figure staggered backwards.

"Come again." Yang Miao was unforgiving, her delicate body stepped back, and the tip of her sword was inserted into the stone platform, leaving a trace on the stone platform to stabilize her body. He flipped through the air in mid-air, and immediately kicked his feet to the sky. His body was like a predating goshawk, and he shot straight into Luo Jin's head like lightning. With a long sword in his hand, he pulled out several sword shadows. The temperature of the entire space was also rising rapidly.

"Patriarch Yang, your daughter is extraordinary. She has extremely strong talent. The use of this martial art is also superb, and you can control it freely. This is not inferior to talent." Looking at the two people on the stone platform, the white-browed elders of Yunyang Sect couldn't help it. To be praised, sometimes, the ability to react in this fierce battle is just as important as one's own cultivation talent. Any strong person can never be successful through cultivation. Only in countless fierce battles can he truly be successful. to hone a strong man.

"In the future, we will have to rely on Elder Baimei to cultivate more." Yang Xiangfeng said with a slight smile, and he was naturally quite satisfied with his daughter's performance.

"That's natural. With your daughter's talent and her performance, it's not difficult to stand out in the Yunyang Sect. At that time, there will be a great chance of becoming a direct disciple." Elder Baimei smiled. Accidentally, becoming a direct disciple of Yunyang Sect was almost a certainty.

At this time, Lu Shaoyou was also watching the contest on the stage, but in his mind, he kept thinking about how he should deal with Wang Guang. When unprepared, he made his move.

The above the stone platform was already intense at this time, and the two figures were constantly fighting each other. Slowly, Luo Jin was already pushed to the edge of the stone platform.

"Xinghuo Liaoyuan Dao." Luo Jin shouted loudly, and suddenly the whole body was hot and violent, and suddenly burst out from his body, and the true energy lingered around him, so that the whole body was filled with magical flames, and the sword was big. Up, the machete kept spinning in front of him, as if the page of a fan kept spinning, instantly forming a circular fireball of sword light, and the surrounding air turned into white mist and dissipated.

Then the fireball came out of his hand and collapsed towards Yang Miao. At this time, Luo Jin was already pale. Will not show his hole cards.

"Hooying Sword." Yang Miaojiao shouted, and under Luo Jin's sparkling prairie sword, she did not dare to be careless. In her hand, True Qi gushed out, and a fiery breath immediately enveloped the stone platform. In an instant, dozens of sword lights were drawn, and the sword lights enveloped the space, and then twisted towards the sword light fireball.