Xing Zhen, who was moving forward, suddenly saw seven small black iron cones burst out from Qiu Lin's long and wriggling abdominal muscles. The tip flashed with silver cold light, and it was like a stream of light, which was extremely fast, blocking all dodge routes.

Xing Zhen did not hesitate to pull out the heavy sword and slashed left and right, slashing and squirting the sparks everywhere. He broke open the iron cone that shot and stroked the surface of the heavy sword and stroking it from the end with one hand.

Xing Zhen's figure suddenly burst out the next moment, exactly the same as the iron cone that was just shot. It was just a difference in degree.

The figure was rubbing against Qiu Linyan, and the distance between the two was only about an inch. In one confrontation, the two did their best. Xing Zhen supported the ground with a sword and half-kneeled, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

Qiu Linyan, who was behind him, collapsed without warning. The hard muscles as hard as steel hit the ground and sputtered the rolling smoke and dust.

A moment later, a large pool of blood flowed out of the head. I looked at the temple that had been hit by Xing Zhen many times. Compared to the muscles next to it, it was much sunken, like a deep pit left on the face.

A black iron cone was inserted in the center of the temple, and blood flowed out from around the iron cone. It turned out that when Xing Zhen touched the sword body, he took off the iron cone that was stuck to the sin.

When he intertwined with Qiu Lin, he quickly hit the point. As early as when Qiu Lin's first kicked Xing Zhen's head, the dark boy felt the other party's murderous intent.

Since the opponent wants to kill him, there is no need to be merciless. Xing Zhen is kind and does not mean soft-hearted. The consequences of letting go of Wei Lin are just happening.

So this time Xing Zhen did not intend to show mercy at all, but just did not reveal it. After successfully killing Qiu Lin, Xing Zhen held the sword to cover up the movements in his hand. He quietly opened the plug of the small gourd around his waist and was ready to fight Qiu Lin Changheng at any time.

Qiu Lin Changheng, who had just stopped Hong Jiuquan, was very confident in the mystery hidden in his own abdomen. He believed that Zheng was a dead person, so he turned his back to the martial arts platform and blocked Hong Jiuquan head-on.

After hearing the sound of falling to the ground, Qiu Linchang knew something was wrong. He had such a shocking roar, and only his son Qiu Linyan was acting.

When he turned around, he saw his son slowly closing his eyes. Qiu Lin Changheng shouted in pain: Yan'er!

He even tried to rush to the competition stage at all costs. This time, Hong Jiuquan was in front of him.

What did the head of Qiu Lin’s family say just now? Did he refuse to admit it in a blink of an eye?

Hong Jiuquan got out of the way. The one who died on the martial arts competition stage was my son, not your Hong Jiuquan's son. Of course, you can stand and speak without a pain in your back.

Qiu Lin Changheng had no intention of giving in, and he became angry and vowed to avenge his son. Hong Jiuquan was not afraid of the head of the family and stood in front of him.

This is Chuanjian Villa. What you just said is based on your ability to be self-destructive. It is applicable to your son Qiu Linyan, and also to my brother Xing Zhen.

If you dare to break the rules of this competition, don’t blame me for giving up the sword villa without mercy.

Qiu Lin Changheng looked at Yanzhifang and Yanwang Palace. The two sects obviously did not intend to help. Yanzhifang even planned to take advantage of the situation.

I know that with my current strength, I can't get any benefits to fighting Chuanjian Villa alone, and I also have rouge spinning to look at it. It can be said that there are wolves in front and tigers in the back.

He was unwilling to give up. After being furious, he thrust his veins under his bronze skin and his face was extremely unwilling to accept it.

At this time, Xing Zhen walked to the edge of the martial arts competition platform and looked at Qiu Lin from afar. The young man was not at all inferior, and he was even more condescending.

The head of Qiulin family, I believe you also saw Qiulinyan killing me. If you have the intention to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed. If you Qiulin family don’t have any face and beat the younger ones, the head of Qiulin family will come up and try it. If I dare to kill Qiulinyan, I will be very confident of leaving alive.

Then Xing Zhen held his fists and thanked Hong Jiuquan: Thank you for your help, Xing Zhen is very grateful. Today's incident has arisen because of Xing Zhen, and Xing Zhen is willing to bear it alone. I don't want to implicate Chuanjian Villa and Brother Hong Lao Buhong.

Hong Jiuquan laughed: This is a good word from my brother, which is consistent with my temper. You are a guest of my sword villa in my personal opinion, so you should be fair.

Yu Gongxingzhen defeated Wei Lin of the Dalu Dynasty and was a hero in my Shushui Kingdom. Not only did Chuanjian Villa want to give you justice, but the heroes who are sitting in the rivers and lakes should also give you justice.

Hong Jiuquan turned around and looked around, his voice raised and said loudly: "Dear friends in the world, do you agree with me?"

Most of the onlookers raised their hands to agree and supported Xing Zhen's voice wave, one wave higher than another.

Xing Zhen bowed to the surroundings in turn: Thank you for your seniors, Xing Zhen is very grateful.

Seeing that the situation was over, Qiu Lin Changheng sat back on his chair dejectedly. Xing Zhen’s words at the martial arts competition were cold: The matter is not over, the Shushui Kingdom is very big, and people from the Qiu Lin family can be seen everywhere after leaving Chuanjian Villa.

Xing Zhen actually clasped his fists and said: Xing Zhen is with you, and Senior Qiulin is worried about it.

The latter was so angry that his teeth were itchy and ignored the hateful boy. He turned to look at Yan Shaxing and said lukewarmly: Master Yan, it's time to take action, otherwise he would really marry Yan Lu to this kid.

Yan Shaxing looked puzzled: When did I promise Yan Lu to marry Xing Zhen? Your son is so angry that he is confused when he dies. He is talking nonsense here.

Qiu Lin Changheng raised his tone: Did the Master Yan forget that he said in person when he provided the reward that he would marry his daughter to whom he was the winner.

No, Yan Lu has already taken out a phoenix hairpin for exchange. You old fox, don’t cheat me here again.

Haha, the leader of the Yan Sect disappointed the people in the martial arts world. How could a man be spitting and stinging with a nail? His daughter changed what he said at will?

I, I, do you want me to give a double reward from the Palace of Hell? You businessmen are so stupid.

The Master Yan misunderstood. The current Xing Zhen consumed severely and was covered with bruises. Miss Yan Lu won the right thing and won the reward. Don’t forget the wonderful thing about soaking in the Hantan of Chuanjian Villa for three days. Is Master Yan not moved for his daughter?

Yan Shaxing curled his lips: It seems that what he said makes sense. Yan Lu, now my father ordered you to kill Xing Zhen.

Yan Lu coquettishly: Dad, don’t be fooled.

He was only halfway through his words, but was interrupted by Yan Shaxing: I am you, I have the final say. If you ask you to go, will your father harm your biological daughter?

Without waiting for Yan Lu to object, Yan Shaxing grabbed his daughter's arm and threw him directly into the competition venue. He did not forget to comfort him later.

I killed this kid and was dark and thin and unworthy of being my son-in-law.

I have never seen anyone with such an unreliable father. Yan Lu fell to the ground with a dark face and was embarrassed and angry. When he saw Xing Zhen, he didn't like him, so he pinched his nose and talked to him.

A half-dead person can save his life if he goes down. I don’t want to kill you, but most of the people who fight with me are dead.

Thank you Miss Yan for your concern.

Seeing Xing Zhen standing still, Yan Lu was even more angry and stomped her feet and shouted: Do you have to stand here and fight me?

Xing Zhen clasped his fists: Please forgive me for Miss Yan. Chuanjian Villa breaks up with the Qiulin family and keep it. If you have any kindness, you have to repay it. I must win this victory for Chuanjian Villa and fight for more initiative.

You are a lump, you think it's fun to joke about your life, right? When you travel, as long as you try to face each other with life or death, do you understand?

Xing Zhen carried Xing Fei from Xin to behind, took off the gourd at his waist and took a sip of water.

I understand below, please give me advice.

I am ruthless under my knife. Don’t blame me if I’m hacked to death, you are seeking death by yourself.

Life and death are destined, so don’t blame anyone.

A dark boy and a graceful girl could not reach an agreement on the martial arts competition stage and had to fight. The boy used a fist and the girl used a scimitar.

With one punch and one blow, the two of them were able to advance and retreat, and their movements were extremely dangerous, but in fact, the two of them did not fight fiercely. They did not use all their strength, and they had a stalemate for more than a thousand rounds.

In a confrontation, Xing Zhen stood still and held his fists: Thank you Miss Yan for your conscience. You still know how to thank you. The injury cannot be recovered, and the internal strength has almost recovered, right?

"Ms. Yan said exactly, now he can fight with all his might.

Since that's the case, I won't show mercy.

Please, Miss Yan.

The two of them were not old and were ready at the same time. There was a fiery light in their eyes.

Yan Lu was moving forward and the scimitar rotated in his palm. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and the scimitar stopped rotating. His palm just held the handle of the knife, and the girl leaned forward, and the scimitar swept across the plate.

The movements seem to be complicated, but they are actually born in an instant. The girl and the scimitar seem to be one, flowing intimately. The simple movements make people dazzled.

Observe the delicate Xing Zhen and clearly capture the trajectory of the scimitar. Before raising the foot, kick it just in front of the knife, and jump to avoid the sweeping sword light with the force.

Xing Zhen landed on the ground and turned around, and opened his bows left and right. He hit the back of the scimitar and bounced it away, and one punch hit the palm of Yan Lu's hand.

The true self-style fist spirit burst out and only advances but not retreats. One punch continues to be handed out without success. He continues to hit the back of the knife and constantly touches Yan Lu's palm.

At the beginning, Yan Lu, who was in the third level of martial arts, had the upper hand, but when Xing Zhen reached the eighth punch, all of Yan Lu's advantages disappeared, from active to passive, barely defending and unable to counterattack.

During the tenth fist, Yan Lu blocked Xing Zhen's fist every time. The scimitar trembled and kept shaking, and his arms were sore and numb. His muscles trembled.

Yan Lu could not even bear the eleventh punch. He held the knife with both hands to block the fist with the knife surface. He gently tapped his feet and floated backwards.

The girl is as light as a swallow, and her arms stretched out, the further she retreats, the further her body is from the ground. When she reaches more than two meters high, Yan Lu makes a sound reminder.

Be careful with the cloak knife technique.

OK, please give me advice.

The cloak sword technique is indeed chaotic, and it is chopped out in an irregular manner. Each time you chop a wind blade and shoot it. Although the knife technique is chaotic, the target of the wind blade is completely consistent.

No wonder Yan Lu said that he was ruthless in the sword, and he couldn't help but hold on to this kind of sword technique. He either didn't use it or cut the enemy to death.

Xing Zhen has a deep understanding of this. The wind blade that he avoided easily cuts the marble slab on the ground. If this is hit by the dense wind blade, the flesh and blood will be broken on the spot.

The wind blade is too dense, and you will eventually be hit if you keep dodging. Xing Zhen quickly left three blood grooves on his arms, thighs, and lower abdomen.

Fortunately, I was rubbing the wind blade passing by my body. If it was a head-on collision, it would be difficult to protect my hands and feet.

Xing Zhen, who was flowing again, felt something was wrong in his heart. He couldn't help but doubt his boxing skills and silently recited the mystery of the true self in his heart.

The true self-style is mainly attacking and giving up defense. No matter how strong the enemy is, even if your life is threatened, the fist is constantly attacking. Understand this meaning, the true self-style is considered a great success.

What the true self-style wants is invincible heart, invincible courage and invincible power.

Xing Zhen suddenly realized that his fist intention was wrong. He blindly dodged and retreated, and his fist intention decreased sharply. Even when he was just in confrontation with Yan Lu, he still kept wielding his fists to block the scimitar in order to protect himself. Such behavior violated the mystery of the true self.

Xing Zhen looked at Feng Bian with a bright look and murmured to himself: It is the internal force of martial arts that urge it, so he uses internal force to break it.

After everything was connected, Xing Zhen's eyes revealed a firm gaze. The intention of the fist in his fists rekindled. He thought it was a weakened gale that was blowing outside his fists again.

He handed out a punch without fear, easily shattering the wind blade that shot in. The boy opened his heart and felt very happy, and laughed to the sky: Hahaha, that should be the case, come again!

The young man only advances, does not retreat, does not dodge, and uses the wind blade as a target to smash it one by one. Even if there is any omission, it will be blocked by the strong wind on the surface of his body.
Chapter completed!