Chapter 402 Grinding Wheel

Chapter 402 Millstone

Yang Qiming was indeed injured. The sword light scratched his calf as he was flying, and blood suddenly flowed out, staining his hem red.

He didn't have time to think about his injuries. Seeing that he finally escaped from the scope of the ghost-headed demon's sword light, he roared angrily and stabbed down with a sword in the air.

Dozens of sword energy were instantly released from the blue fairy sword in his hand, and shot towards Qing Hui on the ring.

Qing Hui's expression changed, and the ghost-headed demon sword in his hand danced airtightly.

Duh duh...

Half of the dozens of sword energy were blocked by the Ghost-headed Demon Sword, and half of them were nailed to the stone slab of the arena.

Seeing this, Yang Qiming, who was in mid-air, suddenly rotated with his sword, forming a pillar of wind. Countless sword lights flashed in the pillar of wind, and it was like an absolute meat grinder rolling towards Qing Hui.

Qing Hui's face changed for the first time, but he did not flinch. The ghost-headed demon sword shook, and swish, twelve identical Qing Hui appeared on the ring, each one holding a ghost sword in his hand. It is impossible to tell with the naked eye which one of the Touyao Swords is Qinghui's true form.

Sure enough, the crushing sword light wind pillar stopped. It seemed that Yang Qiming, who was in the sword light wind pillar, did not have enough consciousness to identify Qing Hui's true body in an instant.

With just such a pause for breath, twelve Qinghui carried and brandished the Ghost-headed Demon Swords and rushed back from twelve different directions.

When the sword light wind pillar shattered the sixth Qing Hui, Yang Qiming's spiritual consciousness finally locked onto Qing Hui's true body, but it was too late at this moment. Qing Hui's true body had already appeared in the sword light wind pillar. Directly above, I saw a cold smile on the corner of Qing Hui's mouth. He poured all his true power into the Ghost Head Demon Sword. With a sudden slash, he forcibly cut a gap in the sword light and wind pillar, and then disappeared in an instant. The gap jumped into the center of the sword light wind pillar.

Everyone was shocked, especially the righteous disciples, who could not stop screaming.

The move performed by Yang Qiming was actually derived from Xuantian Sect's Storm Sword Technique. In order to win over the righteous small and medium-sized sects, Xuantian Sect once privately passed on many of its powerful sword techniques to those small and medium-sized sects, including Storm Sword Judgment.

This move is very powerful. The wind pillar formed by a thousand air swords can crush and shatter everything in front of it, but you are afraid that the enemy will break through the wind pillar and jump in for close combat.

Outsiders couldn't see what was going on inside the Wind Pillar. They could only hear the sound of swords clashing rapidly.

In just half a cup of tea, Feng Zhu suddenly stopped. Qing Hui and Yang Qiming fell to the ground at the same time. Qing Hui had blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were broken in at least ten places, making him look a little embarrassed.

Yang Qiming's face was pale, but he didn't seem to be very embarrassed. Except for the wound on his calf, there seemed to be no external injuries.

Before the righteous disciples could cheer, Yang Qiming suddenly trembled and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then he could no longer hold on, his body was swaying, and he could only stand with the sword.

The disciples of the Demon Sect were in an uproar. Qing Yan from the Five Poison Sect laughed loudly under the ring, and boasted to Feng Tianqiong who was watching the battle next to him about how powerful his younger brother was. A kid from the Lingxiao Sect was definitely no match for Yun Yun.

The elder referee removed the defensive barrier of the ring, and the two elder referees flew towards the high ring. Then one of the elders said loudly: "The sixty-eighth Duantian Cliff Fighting Conference, the first round of No. 8 Arena In one match, Qing Hui, a disciple of the Five Poison Sect, won."

Qing Hui on the ring opened his arms and accepted the cheers from the disciples of the Demon Cult in the north. Yang Qiming looked unwilling, but at this moment he was seriously injured and had no strength to fight, so he had to be helped off the ring by his two fellow disciples in disappointment.

The demon sect disciples near the No. 8 arena cheered, while the righteous disciples yelled: "Isn't it just a win? What's the big deal? Just get back on track in the next game!"

Ye Xiaochuan, Baili Yuan, and Xiaochi were busy exchanging their bets. All the 6,000 taels of silver from the Zhengdao side were pocketed, and they only had to pay the 3,000 taels from the Demon Cult.

Then a weird scene appeared. On the central axis, Ye Xiaochuan and others were standing on the southern edge of the central axis. Dozens of Demon Cult disciples were on the north side. Xiaochi was jumping back and forth on the central axis. Both sides looked at He looked very friendly. Those disciples of the Demon Cult who had won the money knew Xiaochi's identity. Some high-rollers were so happy when they saw that the disciples of the Holy Cult had won that they even kneaded the ticket stubs in their hands and threw them away. They said they were only a hundred and ten taels of silver. Is it something? It’s not worth mentioning, just buy candies for Miss Xiaochi.

Originally, the compensation was supposed to be 3,000 taels to the demon sect disciples, but in the end, only 1,730 taels were paid, and the rest was used to buy candies for Xiaochi.

This made Ye Xiaochuan almost smile from ear to ear. After a competition, he earned one thousand eight hundred taels.

Bailiyuan and others asked for their share, but Ye Xiaochuan refused. There will be many battles in the next month. Whoever wants to share the dividends will not share the money earned in the future.

As soon as he said this, Bailiyuan immediately stopped asking for money and asked Ye Xiaochuan to continue the operation. Anyway, he would have his own share of the final dividend.

The first ten-stage competition finally came to an end when a disciple was defeated on the third stage. Ten people were promoted and ten were eliminated. It was so cruel. Those who advanced were grinning widely, while those who were eliminated were depressed and unwilling. There is a mentality The little girl couldn't bear the pressure, so she threw herself into the arms of several senior sisters and cried loudly. It seemed like another proud swan had been beaten back to an ugly duckling.

This kind of swan with eyes like frogs on its forehead is never lacking in Duantianya fighting arena, including young heroes and fairies.

Lan Yunqi, the female disciple of the Golden Crow Fairy whom Ye Xiaochuan had ridiculed an hour ago, was one of them. Baili Yuan was also one half a year ago. However, after Baili Yuan witnessed the internal test of the Cangyun Sect, especially after the brief confrontation with Ning Xiangruo in Xifeng City, she suddenly felt that there are people beyond people and there are heavens beyond heavens. Although she is still arrogant in her heart, she has been much more low-key in her dealings with things.

The Broken Sky Cliff Arena is more like a huge millstone, which will gradually smooth the edges and corners of those geniuses who are arrogant, which will not harm them in the future.

The preparations for the second match have also begun. Ning Xiangruo has already flown to the No. 8 arena. The Green Vine Immortal Sword is the magic weapon of her mentor, Master Jingshui, when she was young. Three hundred and sixty years ago, Master Jingshui did not make it to the end of the Duantian Cliff Fighting. She was eliminated after only two rounds. Ning Xiangruo wants to fulfill her master's wish and enter the top ten.

Even if she couldn't get in, she still had her junior sister Yun Qiyou. With the double insurance, at least one of them should be able to make it into the top ten. What's more, she had the Purple Yang Divine Dagger in her arms, which was her trump card. She would not use it easily unless it was a crisis. She was confident that the sudden appearance of the Purple Yang Divine Dagger would definitely catch the opponent off guard.