Soul Emperor Martial God

Inside the Sifang City Lord’s Mansion.

Nearly an hour later, as all the spectators around were full, the forces from all sides had arrived, and the four parties started to compete.

Whoosh...

A figure jumped onto the competition stage first.

"Leng Yucheng, Zheng Qing."

"I want to challenge Lorraine City, Lin Dong."

As soon as the words came out, there was a lot of discussion around him.

"This is just the beginning, the two great arrogances will fight fiercely?"

On the side of the Fang family watching the match, Patriarch Fang narrowed his eyes, "Sure enough, the Qin family is about to retaliate."

Fang Muxue looked at Xiao Yi and explained, "The Zheng family in Leng Yucheng has already stood by the Qin family."

"The Lin Family of Lorraine City has always been the supporting force of the Gu family."

Xiao Yi nodded.

Whether it is Lengyu City or Lorraine City, he has heard that they are all famous big cities in the Quartet.

Although it is not as good as Sifang City, it is far stronger than Ming'an City and other second-rate cities.

He also knew about Zheng Qing and Lin Dong.

The two are among the top ten arrogances of the Sifang domain.

The Zheng family and the Lin family were originally the top families in the Sifang domain, second only to the three major families.

Whoosh...

Another figure jumped onto the competition stage.

It is Lin Dong.

"I heard that the name of Leng Yujian Zheng Qingzhi, I can just ask for advice today." Lin Dong's face was full of warfare, and a big knife in his hand appeared out of thin air.

The rules of the Sifang Grand Competition are not much different from the general rules of event competition.

The only difference is that the player can name the challenger.

Other rules, such as losing the loser, life or death, etc., are similar.

On the Fang family seat, several elders sneered, "Qin family, it seems that they can't wait to retaliate."

"However, it is not certain which will win or lose."

If according to the previous four-square ratio, the martial artist at the level of the Ten Tianjiao would generally hold their own identity and would not play so early.

Generally, it is the Tianjiao of ordinary forces, or the competition among some lone warriors.

The ten great arrogances, as well as the tianjiao of the three major families, usually make the final shot.

Now, it is very unusual for two famous Tianjiao to play directly.

Patriarch Fang glanced at Xiao Yi and said, "Little friend Xiao Yi thinks, who can win?"

"It's hard to tell." Xiao Yi shook his head. "Both of them are in the fifth stage of the Saint King Realm, and the level of swordsmanship and swordsmanship is similar."

"If you want to tell the winner, it depends on their respective methods."

At this time, the battle between the two had already begun on the stage.

Zheng Qing's sword is as long as it is whispered and airtight; yet the sword is cold and sharp.

Lin Dong's knife was meticulous and domineering, and the knife shadow seemed slow, but extremely mysterious.

In the spectator stand, Xiao Yi also watched the competition seriously.

He is still interested in fighting at this level, and he can even gain a little bit.

According to his guess, the strength of these two people is between them. If the situation continues like this, the two will be unable to distinguish the outcome for a long time.

However, ten minutes later.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi suddenly hummed, frowning and watching the battle on stage.

"Young Master Xiao Yi, what are you doing?" Fang Muxue asked.

Xiao Yi said solemnly, "Lin Dong is about to lose."

"Lost? So fast?" Fang Muxue was slightly surprised.

"Cut." The maid on the side cuts, "Young Master Lin Dong, Mingming and Zheng Qing are in the middle, regardless of the outcome, how could it be possible to lose so quickly."

"Furthermore, a powerful person like Patriarch dare not draw conclusions so quickly."

"It's really going to be defeated." Patriarch Fang shook his head, then smiled and looked at Xiao Yi.

"Little friend Xiao Yi can see it too?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yi nodded, staring at the competition stage with a slightly solemn expression on his face.

"From the very beginning, Zheng Qing has been building a sword force."

"So far, the drizzle has become a torrential trend."

"Just now the sword rain continued, and Lin Dong was only equal to him; once the raging momentum rages, Lin Dong will undoubtedly lose."

"It's just." Xiao Yi frowned, "Zheng Qing's sword gesture is so delicately created that even I haven't seen it in a short time."

The moment when Xiao Yi's words fell.

On the martial arts stage, Zheng Qing shouted violently, "Jian Yu Wushuang."

boom…

Sure enough, his original sword rain suddenly burst.

The sword rain lingering around instantly turned into a torrential meaning.

Lin Dong's expression was startled, with a big knife in his hand, only blocking a sword rain, and then was immediately submerged by the sword rain.

When the sword rain dissipated, Lin Dong was already wounded.

A series of sword marks covered his body; dense blood stained his body.

He has been seriously injured and is absolutely powerless.

At this time, the head of the spectator seat, an old man said loudly, "This battle, Zheng Qing, the winner."

For the spectator seats, the Eight Temples spectator seats are on one side, and the Fang family and Gu family are on one side.

The Qin family is on the other side, not connected to each other.

And the chief, sitting here is the City Lord of Sifang City, with ten referees.

Ten referees, Fang, Gu, and Qin, each account for three; the last one is a warrior in the city lord’s mansion.

At the Fang Family's spectator stand, Patriarch Fang frowned, "Jian Yu Wushuang? Is it Fang Family's Wushuang Saint Jue."

"It seems that the Qin family has already prepared."

At this moment, Zheng Qing sneered on the martial arts stage, "Lin Dong? But that's all, is it worthy of the same name as me?"

"Get me down."

Zheng Qing struck through with a sword gas, and Lin Dong, who was already seriously injured, couldn't resist, and was directly blasted off the stage.

On the side of the Gu family watching the game, an elder suddenly violent, "Zheng Qing, what do you mean?"

"Lin Dong is no longer able to fight, do you want to make heavy moves?"

Zheng Qing ignored it, but said coldly, "Skills are not as good as humans. Even if you die, you can't complain."

"If he is not capable, he shouldn't have played."

"You..." Old Master Gu looked angry.

Patriarch Gu waved his hand and said, "Ignore this matter for now, and send the alchemist in the family to the Lin family to heal Lin Dong."

"Yes." Old Mr. Gu nodded and walked away.

The Fang family seat is here.

"Too much deception." Fang Muxue's face became cold.

"Swordsman Tianjiao, isn't it?" An old patriarch on the side looked ugly.

"Swordsman martial artist is indeed powerful, but Zheng Qing is not qualified to be so arrogant."

"Patriarch." The elder Fang looked at Patriarch Fang.

Patriarch Fang nodded.

Fang's parents were old aware, got up and left.

Not long after, a cold and arrogant figure jumped onto the competition stage.

"Zheng Qing, let me see if you are really crazy." Leng Ao's figure exudes a sword intent.

"Chief of the Sifang Sword Sect?" Zheng Qing's expression instantly became ugly.

"Huh, Fang's dog legs, when I am afraid of you?"

The Sifang Sword Sect is the top sect in the Sifang City, and it is also the support force of the Fang family.

"Seventh Saint King Realm." Xiao Yi glanced at the Leng Ao figure and nodded.

He also knew this person, the chief of Sifang Jianzong, Yue Tian, ​​ranked fourth among Sifangyu Tianjiao.

Quartet domain, as a well-known area in the middle domain.

Everyone knows Tianjiao who can make a name in this area is extraordinary.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but nodded secretly, this square comparison, he really didn't make a mistake.

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