Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Yue Yixing's strength was much stronger than Qin Guanzhi had imagined. The sword in his hand could split the sky apart when he slashed it up and down. The true energy contained in each move was extremely violent, which put Qin Guanzhi under great pressure.

Cracks on the ground were visible everywhere, and the knife marks on the two towering pillars were clear and glaring.

Qi Ruyi slightly turned the cup in her hand. The initial indifference in her eyes was gone, and the wrinkles between her brows became deeper and deeper.

Ruan Chuyin adjusted her sitting posture seven or eight times, and couldn't help but stand up. In just a moment, she was pressed down by Xiang Yunchi.

"Hatsune, my second brother knows what's going on and won't embarrass him too much."

It's already embarrassing, okay? Ruan Chuyin looked at Qin Guanzhi's white robe, which had three cuts on it. Fortunately, Yue Yixing didn't hit him hard, so no blood was seen.

Qin Guanzhi's aura was now quite unstable. The power of the Xueying Knife was extraordinary. It was like a mountain crashing down in the midst of the raging waves, making it increasingly difficult for him to cope.

The true energy in the dantian suddenly gathered and poured into the Qinghong sword, and he raised his muscular arms and resolutely met the attack.

The magical weapons collided in the air, creating countless sparks and emitting a light brighter than daylight.

The Xueying Knife pressed tightly against the Qinghong Sword, forcing the opponent back all the way until he was only three inches away from the edge of the battlefield. Qin Guanzhi once again burst out with amazing strength and launched a counterattack.

As her black hair danced wildly, her clothes fluttered, and her ribbons danced, the afterimage of the Qinghong Sword remained in the air for a long time.

Yue Yixing was horrified. He hadn't expected Qin Guanzhi to regain his fighting spirit after being cornered! Forced to act ruthlessly, a terrifying shockwave barreled towards him with unstoppable force.

not good!

Qi Ruyi's pupils shrank sharply, and she instantly flew down. From her sleeves, a sharp palm wind pierced the air, a massive cyclone devouring the powerful sword energy, shaking the two pillars behind Yue Yixing slightly.

The tip of the Xueying Sword touched the ground, and it dragged back five feet before it could barely withstand the palm wind.

Deathly silence permeated the entire place.

Everyone stared at the Sword God who flew over and embraced Qin Guanzhi with distorted expressions and booed.

Xiang Yunchi had finally seen through Qi Ruyi's protectiveness, and he couldn't contain his disdain for Qin Guanzhi any longer, cursing him internally. He finally understood why Qin Guanzhi was so shameless. He'd inherited Qi Ruyi's true teachings. Who else would suddenly jump out of a fight in the middle of a martial arts tournament? It was a shame he could do that at his age, unafraid of being forever infamous!

Ruan Chuyin's heart, which had been stopped, finally began beating normally again.

Sitting high up, Jiang Wenzhou and Lu Zhuoxi wore indifferent expressions. Uncle Qi had always been protective of his protégés, protecting them like he did at the Wangxi Sect, not to mention the martial arts conference. It was nothing new. In comparison, their own masters didn't have Uncle Qi's protection, so to say they weren't envious would be a lie.

Yue Yixing stood up firmly. Although he was not injured, he was so angry that his chest was churning and the big knife in his hand was shaking loudly.

"My dear Yue, Guanzhi lost this battle. Next year I will bring him here to learn from you." Qi Ruyi looked calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Damn it, come again next year!

Yue Yixing's face turned green with anger, and the fire in his chest burned even more fiercely. He decided to bring in the six ancestors next year. If they lacked strength, they would make up for it with numbers. He was going to give the Wangxi Sect a hard time!

Looking at Qin Guanzhi again, his expression was even calmer than his master's. As expected of a master and disciple, he could only swallow his anger for now and settle the matter another day.

The third competition attracted everyone's attention.

Yan Shanting is on stage!

The new leader of the Xuantian Sect had never participated in a martial arts conference before, so his true strength was a mystery. However, some of the major sects present were well aware of his combat prowess.

At the Ten Sects Summit Conference last month, the battle between Yan Shanting and the leader of Wangxi Sect was a spectacular one. The battle was so intense that the sun and moon dimmed, and the sky and earth lost their color. It made the audience's blood boil and they felt extremely satisfied.

Although Yan Shanting was ultimately defeated by the leader of the Wangxi Sect, his achievements and influence were enough to prevent him from being underestimated by any major sect leader.

Yue Yixing immediately put aside his anger and regained his composure.

Even though he had never fought against the leader of the world's number one sect, one could guess that his strength must be extraordinary. The muscles in his right arm suddenly tensed up, and the powerful internal force rolled up from his dantian and gathered on the blade.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes focused only on the two tall figures.

Qi Ruyi, Qin Guanzhi, and Xiang Yunchi had previously witnessed his prowess when they fought alongside Yanshan Pavilion at Shougou Mountain to annihilate the Eight-Star Tiger. Ruan Chuyin, however, only knew of his exceptional Qinggong skills and had no idea of ​​his swordsmanship prowess.

"Yun Chi, can my second brother defeat Sect Master Yan?" She leaned over and whispered in Yun Chi's ear.

Xiang Yunchi did not answer, but looked at Yue Yixing with a worried look.

Soon, a clanging sound was heard in my ears.

The Flowing Sword glowed with a faint golden light, and the totems on its blade shone brightly, as if infused with spiritual energy. Sword flowers flew from Yan Shanting's wrist, their speed increasing. The crisp sword sounds suddenly transformed into crane cries that soared into the sky.

The Xueying Knife had already begun to hum impatiently, and was charging forward with the force of thunder.

A deafening roar exploded in the air, and the two men on the battlefield, one blue and one black, clashed with their swords at such a speed that only afterimages were left.

Gravel flew, dust rose, gullies formed underfoot, and the eight pillars roared in unison, forcing the sectarians sitting in the front row to move back or sit separately.

Lu Zhuoxi looked at the eight expensive pillars that reached the sky, his face full of frown, but he had no choice but to stop, so he had to drink cold tea continuously.

Jiang Wenzhou asked with a worried look in his eyes, "Zhigui, can these eight tall pillars be held stable?"

"It's reinforced with meteorite iron, so it won't fall," Lu Zhigui replied with a hint of emotion. The white marble covering the pillars was added earlier this year. Now it seemed unnecessary.

Let’s turn our attention back to the battlefield.

At this time, the effect of Yue Yixing being beaten by the six ancestors every day became apparent, and he was fighting with the leader of the world's number one sect to a standstill.

His speed and moves were significantly inferior to Yan Shanting's, but his resilience and internal strength were immense, allowing him to hold his own against him for so long. Seeing this, everyone was thrilled and gave him a thumbs-up in their hearts. Even Qi Ruyi had to admire Yue Yixing's stamina.

Ruan Chuyin was already dumbfounded. Even Xiaoqiang couldn't handle it like him!

Half an incense stick later, the winner was still undecided. One of them was beaten to a pulp, while the other was beaten to a pulp, but Yue Yixing refused to leave.

Xiang Yunchi looked at the second brother's bruised and battered face and the ragged robe that would make even a beggar sigh, and he couldn't help but shout, "That's enough!"

Wei Shizhang touched his unshaven chin, moved his lips and closed them again.

Yue Yixing had already lost, and was simply stalling for time. He felt that what Lao Wu said was right, and that there was no point in fighting any further.

The Xuantian Sect's disciples were eager to help their leader kick that guy down. He was so cunning, wasting the Sect Leader's internal energy.

Another stick of incense passed, until the sun emitted its brightest light, and Yue Yixing put away his sword and left the battlefield.

Yan Shanting won this competition, but there was no pride on his face, and his eyes were full of fatigue.

Just as he was about to step down to drink some water to moisten his throat, Wei Shizhang, the leader of Qingfeng Pavilion, seized the opportunity and jumped up.