Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

Last afternoon.

There are nearly 10 people whose rankings have not yet been determined. The fighting duration has increased from more than ten minutes to dozens of minutes, but the winner is still undecided. The competition among high-level monks has a lot to do with endurance and mentality. Everyone in the seats is alert and staring intently at the field below.

Gu Chenzhou saw the monk playing the piano on the high platform. At this moment, the piano was her weapon.

Everyone held their breath and watched her moves, wanting to learn her finger techniques. Ji Sufeng saluted, but before anyone could react, the zither was swung at the other person's head with spiritual power.

There was a bang.

Gu Chenzhou was stunned.

Then, we see this graceful female cultivator with a smile on her lips, saying "sorry", "excuse me", "I'm really sorry" while repeating her violent beating movements, hitting the person so hard that his face is covered in blood.

Gu Chenzhou: "..."

Is the competition among you high-level monks so simple and crude?

Just shocked.

There is no doubt that Ji Sufeng won.

She held the ring in the next three games.

It must be said that both the righteous and the demonic sects are very skilled. Half of the top ten are righteous and half are demonic. No matter how the people below them are, it can't affect the top few. Their cultivation is indistinguishable, and they are evenly matched in competition.

If we really have to discuss it, we can only say that each has its own advantages and disadvantages, which complement each other or hurt each other.

For example, when Ji Sufeng finally encountered the Demonic Sound Sect in the fourth round, it took him a long time to pass it.

For example, Yao Zhouye, the leader of the Immortal Sword Sect, beat Ji Sufeng right away, and no one could defeat her since then.

The sword moves are too powerful, especially for the top swordsmen, leaving the opponent completely helpless.

For a moment, she was truly unbeatable on the stage. The area covered by the formation was dismantled, rebuilt, dismantled again, and rebuilt again. If it weren't for the support of the semi-immortal weapon, this place would have been demolished by the cultivators from all walks of life who were competing.

Jiang Yi of the Beast Taming Sect was defeated, mainly because most of the brave spirit beasts were fragile. Although the Ten Thousand Year Black Turtle was not fragile, its killing power was extremely small. She retreated decisively before all her spirit beasts were chopped to death.

The Medicine King Sect member didn't even make a move, and gave up directly. Their basic skills were far inferior to those of sword cultivators. Although they could use swords and fight, they were only slightly better than ordinary cultivators. In addition, as members of the Medicine King Sect, they had the advantage of controlling medicine, so they could fight to the end.

Moreover, her medicine furnace is very valuable. If it is chopped up by this poor swordsman for firewood, she will have to work for many years to earn it back.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.

Yao Zhouye: "Ye Lingyun, why don't you come out and fight me!"

The monks craned their necks and waited.

After a long silence, a person who was meditating flew down from the platform.

Her brows were grim, and a chilly aura lingered all over her body, like the cold snow on the top of a mountain. She stood with a sword in hand and spoke calmly:

Ye Lingyun: "Suppressing cultivation?"

Yao Zhouye: “No pressure.”

Ye Lingyun: "Pure swordsmanship?"

Yao Zhouye: “Yes.”

Suppressing cultivation means that both of them lower their cultivation to the same level at the same time, manually achieving the purpose of fairness. Yao Zhouye is at the initial stage of transformation, while Ye Lingyun is at the peak of transformation. The gap between the two is not big or small.

Pure swordsmanship competition is purer than other martial arts competitions. The attackers are not allowed to use talismans or magic weapons, and the hero is judged only by the level of swordsmanship. These rules are usually made by high-level swordsmen to test the results of their swordsmanship training.

Yao Zhouye's main purpose of coming here this time is to study.

Ye Lingyun's main purpose for coming here this time is probably because he is bored, Gu Chenzhou muttered.

Ye Lingyun: "I'll give you three moves."

But the monk opposite him turned pale, "Don't look down on me!"

Ye Lingyun curled his lips.

*

Gu Chenzhou saw the tiny smile at the corner of the lips, and felt that there was something sinister about it.

Although the industry leader's expression was very serious, Gu Chenzhou still carefully discovered that she said that on purpose and she felt good about it.

He seemed to be in a very good mood, and just standing there made him feel extremely happy.

...

Sometimes, I have strong perception, but also feel helpless.

Gu Chenzhou was numb.

The pre-battle taunts between the two men on the field have ended. Ye Lingyun has returned to his expressionless state and moved his sword-holding hand.

There was a clang of sword sound, Gu Chenzhou blinked and found——

He really couldn't see clearly.

Every move is unclear.

For a moment, the shadows fought each other like a raging sea, and in the blink of an eye, countless rounds had already been fought.

It’s so fast that it’s hard to keep up!

Yao Zhouye kept trying to break free from the opponent's suppression of sword intent, but was repeatedly suppressed and beaten. The fighting was so fierce that sparks came out of the sword.

Although she had been humiliated before the battle, Yao Zhouye did not take it to heart, and even felt her blood boiling, as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She had never been in this state before when fighting with others.

The dust on the ground was stirred up and the rocks broke!

hum-

Boom——

Bang!

Bang!

bang——

Gu Chenzhou covered his ears and the sound became muffled.

Yao Zhouye rolled to the ground for the first time.

Yao Zhouye rolled to the ground for the second time.

the third time...

the fourth time...

There was not a single monk present who did not have a frown on his face.

Looking more and more embarrassed, Gu Chenzhou frowned and clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks felt sore.

Can not bear to look.

Ye Lingyun played the guiding sword for a while, turned his wrist, and the sword body floated in the air, making a heavy humming sound. After a strong vibration, the sword energy took shape, and seven bright spiritual power balls suddenly opened into a small totem sword formation. The seven swords were suspended and echoed each other, and the scorching spiritual power connected into a winding line at an extremely fast speed, like the Big Dipper.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the seven stars twinkled in response. The small formation was the main one and the large formation was the auxiliary one. Swords burst out like rain, with great power and beautiful like falling meteors.

Yao Zhouye had no power to fight back and was knocked off the ring.

The entire venue was silent.

After a while, someone spoke quietly.

"Is there still a Zhan Zong left to fight? Will she still go?"

"You won't dare, will you?"

"No one who doesn't dare to fight the clan will not dare to fight. The clan motto of fighting is just one word."

Gu Chenzhou: "What word?"

"Brave."

As they were discussing, they saw a man coming up to the stage.

Ye Lingyun glanced at her calmly and said, "Are you so poor that you can't even afford clothes?"

Zhan Zong Dugu Yao: "."

We are all poor, can you please stop laughing at others?

It will be really sad.

Zhan Zong's clothes were very cool, his body was nothing but muscles, he covered up the key parts and left the rest exposed.

The muscles were particularly beautiful, his bronze skin was glowing, and his whole body was firm and well-proportioned.

There were wristbands on her wrists and ankles, and even protective devices on her knees and elbows. She got into position, ready to go.

Ye Lingyun's eyes were subtle: "...I'll change my clothes."

Dugu Yao nodded to show her understanding. When she was competing in martial arts, she would often encounter situations where the opponent had to change into robes and protective gear, and she had long been accustomed to it.

The monks held their breath.

Gu Chenzhou also opened his eyes wide, wanting to see what the robes chosen by the swordsman looked like.

But Ye Lingyun took out a very gorgeous coat from the storage ring. The design was not very reasonable, the sleeves were particularly wide, and it was red and black in color. It exuded a pure spiritual aura and was particularly flashy.

Although it looks good, it will be cumbersome during a fight.

Ye Lingyun changed out of the black robe he was wearing and said, "Let's get started."

Dugu Yao couldn't figure out what she meant, but the competition had already begun and she didn't have time to think about it.

He stepped on the ground and rushed out.

Soon, she understood why Ye Lingyun changed his clothes.

Hit short.

Hit short.

Another miss.

A mouthful of blood stuck in my heart.

Gu Chenzhou's eyes were filled with tears. If he had just been at loggerheads with the sword cultivator named Yao Zhouye, wanting to fight him till the sky was dark and he had beaten him to the ground, now he was just chasing and running away with the physical cultivator, which was very cunning.

I never thought that a physical cultivator would be so miserable in front of a sword cultivator.

I couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

He heard Ye Lingyun speak to Dugu Yao calmly: "I changed my clothes on purpose."

The implication is that even if you are given the opportunity, you can't reach it.

The tone was polite and regretful.

It's just plain ridicule.

Ye Lingyun: "Do you want me to hand you a piece of clothing?"

...

Dugu Yao’s anger value skyrocketed.

Ye Lingyun was forced to draw his sword after being attacked by her in succession, and he counterattacked with the next move.

Three thousand clouds of dust rose up around, and the ground around the arena cracked.

Dugu Yao seized the opportunity and fought without regard for her life. Close combat was an advantage for her, and Ye Lingyun was a little slow in responding.

As a sword cultivator, she would also strengthen her body on a daily basis, but her strength was still far from that of Zhan Zong.

Gu Chenzhou was worried about her.

The longer the fight lasted, the more the physical strength and endurance of the physical cultivator became apparent. Ye Lingyun's hand holding the sword felt a little numb. She glanced at it indifferently and clenched it tightly.

The two men started fighting again, and slowly, Gu Chenzhou realized something.

When fighting against others in the first few rounds, Ye Lingyun's sword intent was still fierce.

At this moment, there was a roughness in her sword intent, and even her spiritual power became much stronger.

Each blow seemed to be more powerful than before.

Looking at Dugu Yao again, he was clearly struggling more and more nervous than before.

The more tricks she used, the more the industry spirits learned and mastered them.

Unfortunately, she couldn't give the other person a taste of his own medicine, as she couldn't understand the swordsman's moves at all.

The mentality is broken.

Gu Chenzhou watched the people jumping around and raging in frustration, thinking -

If they met any other cultivators, whether talisman cultivators or medicine cultivators, they would not be bullied like this.

Why has it to be a sword cultivator?

Dugu Yao had the same thought when he was driven down. Why did it have to be a swordsman?

Ahhhhh!

I really want to cry.