novelpro Chapter 58: Ximen is injured, Nangong dies, Fang wants to fight Dongfang
Chapter 58: Ximen is injured, Nangong dies, Fang wants to fight Dongfang
The first battle.
"Chen Qingzhi is fighting Ximen Chuishui."
The second son of the Ximen family, Ximen Chuishui, has extraordinary swordsmanship. It is said that he has reached the state of winning without moves.
On the stage.
Ximen Chuishui, who was dressed in white, held the long sword in his hand, with a calm expression on his face.
"I learned swordsmanship at the age of four, and I have achieved success in 18 years. I have never met an opponent!"
With a bang, the long sword was unsheathed.
"This sword is called the Water-Blowing Sword. It is a high-level spiritual weapon. The blade is three feet and seven inches long, and the net weight is seven catties and 13 taels. If you die under this sword, you will be considered worthy of this life!"
Chen Qingzhi looked at Ximen Chuishui who was in the concave shape rather strangely, and a silver-white spear appeared in his hand.
"This gun has no name, it is a gun for killing people!" Chen Qingzhi's cold voice came out, causing the temperature of the entire martial arts arena to drop by two points.
"kill!"
Chen Qingzhi took the lead in attacking, and the spear changed into a shadow in his hands, as if turning into a silver dragon in his hand, it went straight to Ximen Chuishui.
"Sword One!"
Ximen Chuishui swung his sword unhurriedly, and a majestic spiritual vortex appeared, twisting the silver dragon into it.
But the momentum of Yinlong's advance remained unabated, and a trace of astonishment flashed in Ximen Chuishui's eyes.
His sword one can be easily taken down by Dongxu junior middle school, but it doesn't have any effect on this person?
"You have successfully aroused my interest, Jian [-], Jian [-]!"
There was another wave in Ximen Chuishui's eyes, and his body retreated suddenly, opening the distance, and then two sword qi roared out, like two storms blowing, one left and one right swept towards Chen Qingzhi.
Chen Qingzhi stopped his body and stood still. At the moment when the two storms swept in, his figure rose from the ground and leaped over tens of meters.
"The autumn wind sweeps the leaves!"
Chen Qingzhi was in mid-air, turned around, and swiped the spear in his hand towards the ground. Sparks and lightning flashed all the way, and the strong energy instantly shattered the storm, and hit Ximen Chuishui's chest directly.
"Damn it!" Ximen Chuishui only came with two words, and then spit three mouthfuls of blood, and was thrown out of the formation, life or death is unknown.
"Chen Qingzhi wins the first battle!" Liu Neng quickly announced the result.
Outside, several members of Ximen's family helped Ximen up by Chuishui, and stuffed a lot of elixir into his mouth desperately.
"Second Young Master, don't die!" A servant shook his body while crying, and the elixir that was stuffed into his mouth continued!
Ximen Chuishui was awakened by the shaking, and then he felt suffocated for a while. The spiritual power in his whole body was scattered by Chen Qingzhi's last blow, and he didn't even have the strength to speak at the moment.
His eyeballs had begun to turn white, and his pupils had begun to dilate.
boom!
The servant in front of him was slapped flying, and fell in the distance with his head tilted.
Ga!
Ximen Qing appeared in the field, and the two big-eared melon seeds pulled out the elixir from Ximen's water mouth.
Only when Ximen blows water did he slow down.
If his father came one step later, he would have been choked to death by the panacea.
"Hmph!" Ximen Qingqing looked at the stage and snorted coldly, then left with his son in his arms.
Now is not the time to make a move. The State Shepherd's Mansion will definitely stop it.
When today's battle is over, none of these people can escape.
"In the second round, Huo Qubing will face off against Nangong Miaoshe."
Nangong Miaoshe, formerly known as Nangong Miaoshe, lives up to his name. He is a fast shooter, and his shooting speed is one arrow per second. In Donghuang, in terms of shooting speed, he is number one, and no one dares to be number two!
It's just that in the end he changed his name to Miaoshe, because he can shoot more than once a second now.
And he also thinks that his technique is very subtle, it should be called wonderful shot.
When the two came to the stage, Nangong Miaoshe was not as aggressive as Ximen Chuishui, he shot seven times in a second, the seven arrows were like shooting stars, one arrow was faster than one arrow, and one arrow was stronger than one arrow!
Huo Qubing held the Lin lance in his hand, gathered his spiritual power, and threw the Lin lance out of his hand, making close contact with the arrow in the air.
Lin Li stabbed directly at Nangong Miaoshe's chest with lightning speed.
Nangong Miaoshe's eyeballs popped out and snapped off.
As a shooter, he is also a crispy skin, and he was directly seconded.
"You are really fast, but not strong enough!" Huo Qubing calmly pulled out Lin Qiang, and kicked Nangong Miaoshe's body off.
(There are too many character duels, so I won’t describe too many battle scenes, [-] words less.)
"Ashe!" Nangong Wuliang rushed out, hugging Nangong Miaoshe's body.
The speed just now was so fast that he didn't react at all.
He also didn't expect his son to be so useless that he couldn't stop him with any move.
He only has two sons, so if he knew it, he would practice a few more numbers as a substitute.
"You're looking for death!" Nangong Wuliang was so angry that he rushed towards Huo Qubing who was on the stage.
Yesterday in this place, he lost face, and today, he even lost his son's life.
"Patriarch Nangong, the sword has no eyes, and the arrogance of the Heavenly Contest, life and death do not matter!"
Liu Neng took a step forward, and lightly erased Nangong Wuliang's aura.
Nangong Wuliang's pupils shrank slightly.
The lord of Dafeng City, Liu Neng, has never shown his strength, and he even has the cultivation of the Void Synthesis Realm!
"Hmph! Just wait and see!" Nangong Wuliang looked at Huo Qubing fiercely, and then left with his son's body in his arms, which was even more bleak than Ximen Qingqing's back.
"The second round, Huo Qubing, win!" Liu Neng looked at their backs and pouted, announcing the victory of the second round.
"In the third match, Fang Xiang lost to Dongfang."
Fang Xiang and a feminine man jumped onto the stage at the same time.
"In the middle stage of virtual refining, little brother, if you complete the virtual refining like the first two, I will admit defeat directly. However, I am not as useless as they are."
Dongfang couldn't help twisting his orchid fingers, and the slender voice made Fang want to feel a chill.
"There's so much nonsense, let's fight!" Fang Xiang stepped forward with great momentum.
"Hehe, my little brother is really irritable, I like it so much!"
Fang Xiang shuddered, goosebumps all over his body.
He couldn't bear it anymore, his body accelerated, and he swooped towards the opponent, his pair of iron fists creaking.
Not only him, but the audience watching was also speechless for a while.
"This Mr. Dongfang really looks the same every year. Why is that Lanhua's fingers twisted a little bit more than my No. 30 six-bedroom concubine?"
"Maybe in two years, I should be called Dongfang girl. You don't know, this young master Dongfang is practicing a forbidden technique, which is forbidden by the direct descendants of the Dongfang family, but let him practice it secretly."
"But let's not say it, this forbidden technique is worthy of being a forbidden technique. It's really different. Originally, Mr. Dongfang's cultivation level is mediocre, and he has never won in the family. After practicing, he has never been defeated. It is said that he also intends to change his name! "
"I've heard about this too. It seems to be called a treasure book or something? I want to practice this skill..."
"Hush, keep quiet, do you still want to live? Let the Dongfang family hear you and you're finished. Can we talk about the secrets of the Dongfang family?"