Li Yijia has a horrible expression on his face. Although his spiritual power is not killing him and he is still wearing top-grade defense clothes, the electric light that has not yet been attacked actually makes him feel numb.

All the monks under the stage stood still and held their breath. Zhang Shengtian fell to the ground slowly. If Li Yijia could prevent the attack, it would be victory.

At the moment of contact between the two groups of electric light and the shield, there was no ear shaking sound. A burst of "Zizi" sound made all the practitioners feel numb.

The electric light covered the shield in an instant, and then went over the shield to cover Li Yijia's whole body.

Li Yijia's eyes were dull, watching the electric light hit, and there was no movement. When the electric light touched him, he was unconscious.

"Yimen admits defeat." At this time, the whole audience heard a shout, and the voice did not stop. A figure flew from the position of Yimen, and instantly arrived on the stage and stood in front of Li Yijia.

With a wave of his right hand, there was an air wall in front of the figure, and the electric light hit the air wall and disappeared.

I saw the shadow of a man, the blue color of the road clothes were fluttering, the beard and hair were upright, and the face was slightly red. After a moment, it recovered to be calm.

Then all the monks realized that he must be a monk of Yimen building foundation.

Li Qingquan turns around and picks up Li Yijia. He bows to Lin Wufeng and looks guilty.

"Master, excuse me!" Said in a low voice.

"No harm." Lin Wufeng waved his hand. When he reached such a state, he could see through life and death, not to mention the victory or defeat?

Li Qingquan bows down again and floats away with Li Yijia, who is unconscious and unable to move.

At this time, more noise broke out in the audience. Looking at the zhenmen monk and Zhang Shengtian, who was unconscious on the stage, his eyes flashed with fear. The rumor of zhenmen was vaguely the head of the three gates. I'm afraid it's true now.

On the stage, the monk who has a shock door goes up and holds down Zhang Shengtian who is unconscious.

At this point, three out of the game.

"According to previous rules, zhenmen Zhang Shengtian is still on the stage. Whoever comes from Gen gate, zhenmen admits defeat for Zhang Shengtian." The sound of thunder was bland, but there was a trace of thunder.

Although the situation is unfavorable to the two, this is an established rule, but it can not be changed.

"The second elder martial brother is really good. Hong, go ahead and go up." The heavy voice rings out, the head of Gen gate Wang Kun says.

"In accordance with the main law of the door." In the brown group practice, one man got up and bowed down to Wang Kun's feet, and flew to the Dharma platform.

"Qiu Xiyin went to learn genmen's skills." Lin Wufeng said softly.

When Qiu Xiyin heard the speech, he also stood up smartly. He bowed down to Lin Wufeng and looked at Liu Qingyi. Although Liu Qingyi could not bear it, he still nodded, and then he flew to the stage.

A blue dress fluttering in the wind, pure eyes, fairy face let the stage of Hong first is also very surprised.

The monks were whispering, their eyes glowing, and they all thought, if this nun was standing in front of her, how could she do it? From sympathy, Hong on stage got up first.

"Well, Qiu Daoyou, please come back. Can you come here by another person?" Hong felt that he couldn't do it, so he said with a red face.

"People don't want to fight, but the head of the gate doesn't agree. Hong Daoyou, please."

Qiu Xiyin really didn't want to fight. Although he knew that the friars' fighting method was very normal, he scared his little heart from the first two games. Didn't you let me fight in the door? How could it be so bloody?

Yi Heng was the only one who hit him. Or did he fall to the ground when he didn't pay attention to it, and finally he had to be called up by Yi Heng. Now, if he hurt the person in front of him, wouldn't he have to pay more?

Of course, I don't want to be hurt by him. I don't want to be like that.

"Well, first of all, my enemy." Hong chuckled bitterly first, and a small hill was slowly enlarged. It seemed that he only wanted to defend himself.

Qiu Xiyin knew that it was impossible not to fight. Since the other side didn't attack, he had to fight by himself.

With her delicate fingers like jade, she held them fast. As Hong looked at her fingers flying, she presented a blue and quiet flying sword. The flying sword was small and exquisite, pure and innocent, floating happily in the air.

Seeing that Hong was still staring at him, Qiu Xiyin had to say hello: "Hong Daoyou, be careful. This flying sword is sharp and tight."

Hong first heard the speech and was surprised again. Is this the way to fight life and death?

"You are welcome to come." Under the bitter smile, only to show that they are ready.

"I don't care about your left shoulder." A call, that cheerful flying sword "whoosh" straight stabbed Hong first left shoulder and left.

Hong looked at it carefully. The flying sword did stab his left shoulder. He quickly moved the hill and blocked it on his left shoulder. The flying sword stabbed on the hill and sent out a burst of sparks. After flying back quickly, the monks heard a sound of "Qiang"."Stab your right shoulder." Qiu Xiyin looked at the flying sword with heartache and found that there was no scar. Then he began to attack again.

A stick of incense passed by, and all the practitioners under the stage were stunned but tasteless.

At first, she felt that she was beautiful and pure, and her flying sword was as free as an arm. But later, before each attack, she should remind the other party where to attack, thinking that it was to pave the way for fraud.

No one knows that from the beginning to the present, he attacked a stick of incense Kung Fu, but he stabbed where he yelled. At first, Hong was on full alert. After discovering this situation, he also relaxed his mind.

"On your back." There was another call, and the flying sword went around Hong Xian's back as if he understood the words.

Hong first did not look at the flying sword, but only at the beautiful face. The hill in front of him suddenly went around his vest, just blocking the flying sword.

Another incense stick passed by, and many practitioners began to talk about it. Is this the method of fighting for 30 years? This is clearly a friendly move. What about a unique move? What about magic? What about all kinds of intrigues?

Qiu Xiyin saw that every attack had no effect, but he was too tired to do so. His face was covered with sweat.

Take back the flying sword, chop the foot, Du mouth said: "good boring, do not fight no more."

Then he turned around and flew to the stage and returned to the seat of Yi men, leaving Hong in disorder in the wind.

Although the practitioners under the stage felt that it was inappropriate to see the fierce fighting method not realized, but looking at the beautiful posture, they could not say any complaints. It seemed that this was the best ending.

Lin Wufeng and others have no sense of blame. Liu Qingyi seems to have boasted about it, showing no doubt about its favor.

Yi Heng and others also feel that there is nothing wrong with the younger martial sister's move. They are very happy to come back without injury.

But soon, the practitioners were excited again, because the relaxation now means that there will be more intense in the future.