Chapter 68

"In the third scene, Yang Miao," the middle-aged deacon of yunyangzong took out two jade cards from the small box, looked at the four people under him and said, "Luo Jin."

"Luck is really bad." Lu Shaoyou's face is slightly heavy, which is really unlucky. Wang guangjiu's strength level and his four Samurai are too different. One difference is a big barrier, not to mention five.

"It seems that this time I have no chance to compete with you, a martial artist of the three systems." Yang Miao said to Lu Shaoyou, and then his exquisite concave convex body jumped gracefully onto the stone platform.

Luo Jin looked helpless and jumped onto the stone platform, which was his best luck. At least on the surface, he was better for Yang Miao than for Wang Guang and Lu Shaoyou of the Lu family.

Under the stone platform, there are only Lu Shaoyou and Wang Guang, Lu Dong, Lu Wushuang, Lu Xi and others. At this time, they also look slightly changed. Although they know that Lu Shaoyou is extraordinary, there is a difference of six levels, and the difference of strength is too large. In their eyes, Lu Shaoyou is only a triple warrior, and Lu Shaoyou hides a heavy level of strength.

Only Zhao Hui and Lu Shaohu smiled when they saw all this. Even Zhou Lixing and Lu Nan and Zhou Haiming laughed faintly, waiting to see Lu Shaoyou lose.

"Luo Jin, you're a double warrior. You're not my opponent. Surrender." Yang Miao, under a strong suit, looked at Luo Jin and said.

"If you are an opponent, you have to compare to know. Even if you are not an opponent, my Luo family has no generation to surrender." Luo Jin said calmly.

As soon as this remark came out, the clan leader of the Luo family immediately smiled on the referee's bench. He was very satisfied, which also made the onlookers have a lot of good feelings.

"Well, I'll let you do it first." Yang Miao's red mouth pouted.

"Then I'm not polite." as soon as the voice fell, Luo Jin knew that his strength was going to be weak. Naturally, he was not polite. His body jumped and a burst of red Qi burst out all over his body.

At the moment when he was in the sky, Luo Jin's hand prints were tied, and a half meter long machete appeared in his hand. On the blade, the dark red light flickered, and a groove meandered out along the blade tip with a cold light. This knife is obviously not an ordinary thing.

The machete crossed an arc, then cut the air and swept towards Yang Miao.

"Good to come." Yang Miao giggled and tied the handprint in her hand. In her hand, there was a red scabbard long sword. When the long sword came out of the scabbard, it also spun several sword shadows in her hand, with dazzling radians. It was like a spirit snake. It was extremely flexible and poisonous, and instantly blocked Luo Jin's machete.

The sword light and sword shadow crisscrossed over the sky, quickly dazzling. The two figures separated. Luo Jin's face was already a little pale. With a gentle stroke of the machete, a faint spark burst out, and with a cold knife light, he cut to Yang Miao again.

Yang miaojiao's body was vertical, and her true Qi burst out suddenly. Her body shape turned into a fuzzy shadow and swept away at Luo Jin like lightning. This speed was extremely fast. At the same time, on the long sword in her hand, her true Qi poured in, and also appeared with a flame. The sword awned through the air and slashed at Luo Jin.

Luo Jin's expression remained unchanged. He knew that his strength was low. He could not take any advantage of hard resistance to Yang Miaoke. In an instant, his toes touched the ground, and his real Qi surged out. His figure retreated a few steps like a blink, and his machete cut out horizontally. With strong strength and a trace of hot flame, a faint arc of fire and a sharp breaking wind appeared in the front air, It kept ringing.

Yang miaojiao's body turned sideways and the fingerprints in her hands quickly tied. The long sword suddenly changed direction and pulled out a sword shadow, which was also shot by the fire attribute real Qi. The sword shadow wrapped the whole space and enveloped Luo Jin.

"Dang Dang" was a piece of electro-optic flint. Between the firelight sputtering, the two bodies retreated respectively, but Luo Jin was obviously defeated and his figure staggered backward.

"Come again." Yang Miao was so powerful that she stepped back, inserted the sword tip into the stone platform, and brought a trace on the stone platform to stabilize her body. Then she leaned up again, turned her body in the air, and immediately kicked her feet into the sky. Her body was like a feeding eagle. She directed Luo Jin's head like lightning, took a long sword in her hand, and pulled out several sword shadows, The temperature of the whole space is also rising rapidly.

"Patriarch Yang, you are an extraordinary woman. You have a strong talent. You can use this martial arts with superb skills and control freely, which is no worse than talent." looking at the two people on the stone platform, the white eyebrow elder of Yunyang sect couldn't help praising them. Sometimes, the reaction ability in this fierce battle is as important as your own cultivation talent. Any strong person, It is absolutely impossible to succeed by cultivation. Only in countless fierce battles can we really hone a strong man.

"In the future, we can rely on elder Baimei to cultivate more." Yang Xiangfeng smiled and said that he was naturally quite satisfied with his daughter's performance.

"That's natural. It's not difficult for women's talent and their performance to make a mark in Yunyang sect. At that time, there is a great chance to become a pro disciple." elder Baimei smiled. It's no accident for those with dual martial arts to become a pro disciple of Yunyang sect.

At this time, Lu Shaoyou is also watching the competition on the stage, but in his mind, he has been thinking about how to deal with Wang Guang. The difference in strength is too great. It seems that he can only find a chance to take advantage of his unprepared time to deal with Zhou Haiming.

At this time, it was fierce on the stone platform. The two figures fought each other continuously. Slowly, Luo Jin was already on the edge of the stone platform.

"A spark set fire to the prairie." Luo Jin shouted loudly, and the Qi suddenly burst out of his body. The Qi swirled around his body, making his whole body miraculous. With a trace of flame, the blade awn soared, and the machete kept rotating in front of him, just like the page of a fan, forming a circular blade awn fireball in an instant, The surrounding air turned into white fog and dissipated.

Then the fireball came out and crushed Yang Miao. At this time, Luo Jin had a pale face. The spark burning sword was powerful, but it also needed to consume the real Qi. In the end, he would not show his cards.

"Fire shadow sword." Yang miaojiao scolded. Under Luo Jin's prairie fire knife, she didn't dare to be careless. In her hand, real Qi gushed out, and a hot breath shrouded on the stone platform. The long sword in her hand immediately drew dozens of sword awns in an instant. The sword awns shrouded the space, and then twisted to the knife awn fireball.