Chapter 52

on the ring.

Wen Jueyuan said indifferently: "Although you have entered a lot of martial arts recently, you are still beyond your own power if you want to fight against me."

Huang Ganjun wiped away the blood stains on the corners of his lips, struggled to get up, and said in a hoarse voice, "After a year, I will let you out of reach."

After all, he turned and walked off the ring.

Wen Jueyuan frowned slightly, and immediately shook his head in disapproval.

It's just harsh words from a loser.

Not worth the sun.

Huang Qianjun staggered to Huang Yunchong's side, and pretended to shrug his shoulders lightly: "Father, I have only this ability now, don't be disappointed."

Huang Yunchong stood up, hugged Huang Qianjun's shoulder tightly, his face full of relief and pride, and said:

"I didn't expect that you could survive until now. In this battle, even though you are defeated, you are still honored!"

Huang Qianjun grinned.

He glanced around, but was disappointed to find that he didn't see the figure he wanted to see most at the moment.

Inside and outside the banquet hall, the cheers for Wen Jueyuan continued.

On this side of Guangling City, no matter the people watching the battle by boat on the river, or the ordinary people standing on the riverside to watch the lively scene, there are heated discussions.

A big man sighed: "With such momentum, the title of the first place in the Dragon Gate Competition will be taken by the Wen family."

Someone twitched their beards and laughed: "This is normal, anyway, Wen Jueyuan is a disciple of the Qinghe Sword House, a young talented young man who moved to the blood realm. If he can't win the first place, then it's a joke!"

"Brother Ni, what do you think about Senior Brother Wen? He can be in the limelight today, and his scenery is unparalleled."

Nan Ying's beautiful eyes flowed, attached to Ni Hao's ear, whispering softly, exhaling like a blue orchid.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, and smelling the fragrance on the beauty, Ni Hao's heart burst into flames.

His expression showed a proud look, "Wen Jueyuan is cultivating in the West Court, and I am a disciple of the East Court, how can Junior Sister compare him to me? If I were to play, I could easily take him down!"

Nan Ying smiled lightly, and his eyes were affectionate, "What I like the most is Senior Brother Ni's self-confident look, this is the courage a man should have."

Ni Hao's heart was very comfortable, but he sighed: "Unfortunately, we are guests this time. According to the rules, people who are not from Guangling City and Luoyun City cannot participate. Otherwise, I will definitely let my junior sister take a look. Inside, how did I win Wen Jueyuan!"

On the other side of Luoyun City, there is also a lot of discussion.

"Then Wen Jueyuan is too strong, right?"

"As an inner disciple of Qinghe Sword House, he still participates in the Dragon Gate Competition. Isn't this bullying?"

"Hey, could it be that the first place in the Dragon Gate Competition will be taken away by Guangling City?"

...Compared to the excitement in Guangling City, there was a sigh in Luoyun City.

Many young people who originally planned to participate in the war have already begun to withdraw and dare not step forward.

"Could it be that no one dares to fight in Luoyun City? If so, this first place will belong to our Guangling City Wen Jueyuan!"

On this side of Guangling City, someone shouted loudly.

A burst of roars followed.

This made the faces of the big figures in Luoyun City a little unsightly.

Only the city lord Li Jianyu has been very calm.

However, when he saw this scene, he pondered for a while, and said to Mo Haolong, the head of the Mo family beside him:

"Brother Mo, it's getting late, why not let Fu Shan and the others open their eyes?"

Mo Haolong smiled and nodded, "As your lord wishes."

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Where is Tianling, why don't you take action?"

The sound was like thunder, which actually suppressed the discussion in the field.

Everyone wonders, does Li Jianyu also arrange for a strong player to appear?

Everyone

Don't know why.

No one noticed, Fu Shan clenched his hands quietly and his eyes flashed.

Only he knew that Li Jianyu had played a real trump card in order to win Lingzhu Island!

"It's just boring to play in the war, and still take the air."

At the same time, as if sensing something, Su Yi looked at the river in the distance and shook his head.

"Um?"

Soon, Zhou Huaiqiu, Li Tianhan, Huang Yunchong and other big figures present all turned their heads and looked at the same place.

At this time, other people present also noticed that something was wrong, and the voice of discussion became much smaller.

At this moment, on the far side of the Dacang River, there was a sudden exclamation.

In the depths of the thousands of lights, a swift water wave suddenly rushed out, coming very fast, like a dragon breaking through the waves in a river.

Along the way, I don't know how many boats were hit and retreated to both sides, and countless lights shook violently, like a fire dragon turning over.

The movement was so big that it attracted countless attention.

People can already see clearly that the water wave is a person stepping on the water wave, running wildly on the river, as fast as flying in the water.

Under the light of the lights, it looks like a goddess is coming on the waves!

"This....is this a human?"

Someone cried out.

Those big men couldn't help but be moved, showing incredible colors.

Lingbo stepping, walking on the water?

This is something that can only be done at the level of Qi Gathering Realm!

In the banquet hall, only Zhou Huaiqiu has such ability.

Could it be that it was a big man in the late stage of Qi Gathering Realm?

Under everyone's astonished gazes, the man who stepped on the water like a god and demon, showed his figure, jumped in the air, and landed on the Longmen Bridge.

Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of everyone present, the man couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he was very interested, saying:

"Think everyone, I just stepped on a wooden board, not a person in the Qi Gathering Realm."

He has bronze complexion, a black uniform, and a scabbard sword on his back. His figure is thin, with a long and narrow scar between his eyebrows, and his body exudes a fierce aura of iron blood.

Only then did everyone see that there was a wooden board floating on the surface of the river.

Obviously, the man just stepped on the plank and ran across the river, rather than walking on the water.

This made people feel relieved, but also shocked.

Even if it is stepping on the board and rushing to the river, it needs to be motivated by one's own cultivation.

And to be able to do this in the blood-moving realm, one can imagine how strong and terrifying this man's background is!

"It turned out to be this villain!"

In the seat, Zhou Huaiqiu frowned and his face sank.

Ni Hao and Nan Ying also recognized the person, and both showed surprise.

Mo Tianling!

Originally a disciple of Qinghe Sword Palace, but because of his arrogant and fierce temperament, he cut off the arms of his fellow sect during the competition, which attracted the anger of the sect's big man and drove him out of the mountain gate.

Later, he left Yunhe County and went to the Scarlet Scale Army under the command of Marquis Yunguang, and he has been fighting on the frontline battlefield.

No one thought that he would appear here.

"It turned out to be him, the 'Ferocious Man' of the Mo Family in Luoyun City!"

"Didn't you say he served in the Red Scale Army, why did he suddenly come back?"

At the same time, there was a lot of discussion in the field, and they were all talking about Mo Tianling.

"This son has a lot of murderous aura. It seems that in the Red Scale Army, he has killed a lot of people..."

Fu Shan frowned.

At this time, even the big figures in Guangling City realized that the situation was becoming more delicate.

Originally, the first place in the Dragon Gate Competition would belong to Wen Jueyuan.

But obviously, Mo Tianling's arrival has changed this competition!

"Tianling, don't waste any more time, go to the battle!"

On the other side of Luoyun City, Mo Haolong, the head of the Mo family, spoke in a deep voice.

"Although the Dragon Gate Competition is boring, since you have spoken up, how can I dare to refuse?"

Mo Tianling laughed and strode onto the ring.

All eyes on the scene moved away.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance to shoot the sword. If I shoot first, you probably won't even have the chance to shoot the sword."

Mo Tianling glanced at Wen Jueyuan and said with a smile.

He stood lazily, his eyes were frivolous, and he looked like a condescending child.

These gestures and voices seem extremely arrogant.

Wen Jueyuan frowned slightly, but was not provoked, but a condensed color appeared between his brows, feeling the horror of the other party's breath.

However, this only aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.

Clang!

Wen Jueyuan drew his sword out of its sheath, and the blade was sharp and terrifying.

"Pull out your knife."

Wen Jueyuan looked solemn and spoke coldly.

"You're not worthy of my knife."

Mo Tianling shook his head, speaking casually, as if stating a fact.

Wen Jueyuan couldn't help being agitated.

He no longer hesitated, strode forward, his figure was like an arrow from a string, extremely fast.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

And in his hand, twelve swords were stabbed in an instant, each one was faster than the other, fierce and dazzling, capturing the soul.

Chasing Light Twelve Swords.

This is the swordsmanship of Wen Jueyuan pressing the bottom of the box.

"It's a little bit interesting."

Mo Tianling's lips curled slightly.

He did not hide, his expression was calm, and when the sword shadow swung by Wen Jueyuan came to kill, a loud shout suddenly came out of his lips:

"To beat you, one punch is enough!"

Seeing the sudden change in his aura, the original lazy figure rushed out of a ferocious and intimidating might.

With the big drink, he clenched his right hand sharply and punched out.

In a trance, in the eyes of many people, Mo Tianling was like an incarnation of a fierce beast, opening his big mouth to choose and devour, and the fierce and bloody aura made people tremble.

I just heard a harsh collision sound of "Clang!" resounding in the ring.

The fists and swords intersected, and the long sword in Wen Jueyuan's hand was blasted out, followed by his body retreating uncontrollably.

pedal! pedal! pedal!

After a full five steps, Wen Jueyuan's face was pale and transparent, and with the rapid ups and downs of his chest, he couldn't help coughing out a mouthful of blood.

puff!

Blood-stained clothes, hot and dazzling.

One punch!

Wen Jueyuan, who was favored by everyone in Guangling City and thought he could win the first place title, was defeated!

His sword flew away, his figure took nine steps backwards, and his lips were coughing blood!

The audience was silent and silent.

In the banquet hall, all the great people lost their minds, and countless spectators lost their voices.

The visual impact brought by the power of one punch is too great!

It's almost unbelievable.

On the ring, Mo Tianling shook his head and said, "It's too weak. Are the descendants of Qinghe Sword Palace still so underdeveloped?"

After speaking, he turned around and looked around, his eyes deliberately looked at Zhou Huaiqiu, Ni Hao, and Nan Ying for a while, and the corners of his lips were filled with undisguised irony.

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PS: Tomorrow is a climax of the early stage, that is, the act of coercion that everyone likes to see.

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