Chapter 850

At the end of the game, it was close to noon. At this time, the sun was shining high and it was as hot as a stove. The stones on the challenge arena were emitting hot temperature. There were bursts of lazy insects in the woods around the challenge arena.

The weather is hot, but the competition on the challenge arena is still in full swing. Zhitian Xiuchuan, wearing the traditional Samurai clothes of East Island, holds a samurai knife. The knife is fierce. Each knife goes straight to the key, which is completely a deadly posture.

Although his opponent came from Feihong sect, he was completely suppressed in momentum and had to defend again and again.

Lord Feihong, sitting in the middle of the referee's seat, frowned. He didn't expect that several young people sent by the East Island Shrine were so strong.

Before, Masako and Yoshiko terashima could only be regarded as ordinary, but this HIDA Xiuchuan and another man who looked ill were potential threats to Chinese young martial artists.

"Qiang!" With the sound of, Zhitian Xiuchuan's long samurai sword and Feihong sect disciple's long sword hit each other, and a clear sound of steel was sent out. After the blow, the Feihong sect disciple was directly retreated by seven or eight steps to stabilize his body.

"It is said that Feihong sect is the best sword sect in China. It's just so when I see it today." Hidekawa Toyoda smiled at the Feihong sect disciple.

His voice was really heard by the martial artists present, and caused an uproar. This is the territory of Feihong sect. It's too arrogant to dare to speak wildly.

"What are you talking about!" Not only the disciple of Feihong sect was angry, but also several elders of Feihong sect under the stage stood up. Only the leader of Feihong Sect on the referee's bench was as stable as Mount Tai.

Because his heart knows that if he wants the other party to shut up now, he must use the sword in his hand!

"Flying rainbow sword dance!" The Feihong sect disciple gave a low cry and used the unique skill of Feihong sect. The long sword turned into countless sword shadows on the challenge arena against the scorching sun.

Hidekawa Toyoda looked at the shadow of the sword in front of him. His heart sank. He crossed the samurai sword in front of him and stared at his opponent.

"Brush!" A fierce sword Qi cut hard against the ground.

At the place where the sword Qi passed, a deep sword mark was left on the ground, and countless small gravel splashed around.

Hidekawa Toyoda's eyes sank, and the blade of the warrior in his hand was cold, "Qiang!" The blade and sword Qi hit each other. Although it was day, they still burst out a bright spark.

The spark was like a flash in the pan, which was fleeting. Zhitian Xiuchuan was pushed back by the fierce sword.

"Brush! Brush! Brush! " Another seven or eight sword Qi came head-on, forcing Zhitian Xiuchuan to retreat. Several sword Qi were blocked by him one after another, and some dodged away.

"Yes." With a sound, one of the scattered sword Qi rubbed his side and tore his clothes. A trace of red blood slowly seeped out of the wound and dyed his Samurai clothes red.

Although the wound was a very shallow flesh wound, it still won a lot of praise from the audience.

The Feihong sect disciple seemed to be greatly encouraged. The attack became more fierce, and the cutting frequency of sword Qi increased greatly.

However, some senior elders frowned. Shen Feng also shook his head slightly when looking at the gorgeous battle. The internal Qi cultivation of Feihong sect disciples was not inferior to their opponents, or even slightly stronger.

Unfortunately, he was just angered by his opponent and encouraged by the martial artists under the stage. For a moment, he was dazzled. His moves were too fancy, resulting in excessive internal Qi consumption. It was sooner or later to fail.

"The arrogance of the East Island shrine still has some capital." Shen Feng said to himself.

After listening to Shen Feng's words, Zhang Yong nodded in agreement

Sure enough, within seven or eight minutes, the situation on the stage changed. Although Zhitian Xiuchuan's clothes had several scratches, these were minor injuries, and some even just scratched his clothes.

But the Feihong sect disciple was already a little weak. After a long attack, he gradually revealed his flaws, just when he was ready to take back his attack.

"Good chance!" A cold flash flashed in hidekawa's eyes.

The warrior's long sword in his hand was sharp, and an extremely fierce sword Qi waved and cut out. The diameter of the sword Qi was three or four meters. The sand and stones flew in the place where the sword Qi passed and directly attacked the disciple of Feihong sect.

"No!"

The Feihong sect disciple looked at the fierce attack in front of him and showed some panic. Moreover, the scope of the sword Qi was relatively large. It was too late for him to avoid. He had to cross his long sword in front of him to resist the attack.

"Qiang!"

The long sword and the knife hit each other with Qi, making a clear sound of steel.

Under this blow, the disciple of Feihong sect was pushed back five or six meters with his sword, and his arm was numb and trembled slightly by the powerful knife Qi.

"What!" The martial artists under the stage immediately exclaimed. No one thought that Zhitian Xiuchuan's counterattack was so powerful.

"Kill!" Hidekawa Zhitian roared wildly, and his steps hit quickly with the Qi of the knife. A knife stabbed the disciple of Feihong sect in the chest.

This Sabre contains most of the power of Zhitian Xiuchuan, and his playing method is like a madman. The Feihong sect disciple endured the numbness of his arm and hit the samurai Sabre with a long sword.

However, this sword only deflected his blade, and the long sword directly ran through the left shoulder of the disciple of Feihong sect!

"Ah!" The Feihong sect disciple uttered a scream. The blood dripped on the ground along the samurai sword, and the red blood dyed the ground red.

As soon as the blade of the samurai sword in hidekawa's hand turned, the Feihong sect disciple was in cold sweat, and his eyes even protruded.

"Admit defeat!" Hidekawa Ishida cold tunnel.

Originally, he intended to cut off his opponent's arm directly, but he had just been warned not long ago. Now he also gave up this plan. It would be bad if he did too much and was expelled from the conference.

The Feihong sect disciple looked at hidekawa Zhitian in front of him and bit his teeth, "dream!"

"Then don't blame me!" Hideous smile appeared in hidekawa's eyes. Just because the other party didn't admit defeat, he had a better reason to start, and the Chinese martial artist and the referee couldn't say anything.

He slapped each other on the chest with one hand.

"Wow!" The disciple of Feihong sect vomited a blood arrow and flew backwards for seven or eight meters. After falling to the ground, he struggled and fainted

"Yes!" Hidekawa weada put away his samurai sword and swaggered down the challenge arena