Murong Zijue took a deep breath: "It's very simple. There are five games in total. You and I will compete with one person each, until one party loses resistance or admits defeat. How about it?"

The evil monk Qizhen laughed: "Okay! That's it! Murong Zijue, how about this first fight between you and me?"

Murong Zijue immediately shook his head: "Qizhen, you decide who will appear in the first game first. We will decide who will appear in the second game first. And so on, until the winner is determined."

"Okay." Of course Qizhen also knew that there was a lack of trust between the two parties, and it was right for Murong Zijue to be so cautious.

He pointed at himself: "In the first game, I will appear on our side. Murong Zijue, you can decide on the candidate."

Qizhen's calculation is very clear. He has at least three God of War levels on his side. As long as the opponent can lose three games, the decisive battle will be considered a win! What's more, he also has a secret weapon?

Murong Zijue snapped his fingers: "Very good, Monk Qizhen, the person we are going to use to deal with you is your old rival, the Sword God Mo Wenchang. You must be familiar with it, right?"

The evil monk Qizhen laughed: "Chang Mo? Okay! Let's see how I deal with him tonight!"

The god of swords, Mo Wenchang, dragged his Miao sword onto the scene, came to stand opposite the evil monk Qizhen, and pointed at Qizhen with the tip of his sword: "Damn Monk Hua, you are so abominable! Heaven and earth cannot tolerate it! Come on, take action.

Come on! No need to talk nonsense, take the knife!"

Mo Wenchang swung his sword, and his body skills flew into the air. Miao's sword also flew away, and he was fighting with Monk Qizhen.

In the darkness, Lin Erdan and others were observing the battle to determine the opponent's strength.

The evil monk Qizhen was so fast that he fought with the Sword God Mo Wenchang for a long time, but there was still no winner.

There was a clanging sound, the weapons of both sides collided with each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

Lin Erdan could see that the sword god Mo Wenchang's Miao Dao was flying up and down, using the relatively simple Miao Dao technique. His Miao Dao was constantly rotating around his body with very small movements.

The killing method is very violent.

Swish, the sword wind was fierce, and the simple sword in Qizhen's hand opened and closed in a wide range of moves, and the speed reached an extreme, circling Mo Wen.

After one hundred and fifty moves, it was obvious that Monk Qizhen's offensive was stable, but Sword God Mo Wenchang seemed a little tired.

Lin Erdan secretly thought that the Sword God Mo Wenchang had not been able to fully recover his skills recently, so he was still not completely stable.

In this case, Qizhen really has the possibility of winning.

At this time, Qi Zhen used another combination of sword skills to attack Mo Wenchang.

"Drink!" Mo Wenchang was already at a disadvantage, but he suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword curtain rose sharply!

"Eight Directions Sword Array!" Mo Wen's long sword instantly slowed down, but his movement suddenly accelerated, and his steps were like a whirlwind, quickly circling around Monk Qizhen!

While walking around, his Miao Dao, with its blade pointing outwards, also circled his body and flew accurately.

Qizhen smiled: "Sword God Mo Wenchang is nothing more than that!"

Choking! After the two collisions, Qi Zhen pressed down on Mo Wen again and beat him for a long time.

Mo Wenchang still used the Miao Dao to fly around him. Suddenly, he silently poked out a knife from the sword curtain!

This is truly a surprise and an unprepared attack.

Mo Wenchang gave his sword a very nice name: Flying Immortal from Heaven!

This means that among the thousands of swords, a sword suddenly pops out, which is the killing move.

"Ah?" Sure enough, this sword was unexpected for Qi Zhen. He was surprised and quickly took two steps back. He stabilized his position and raised the sword in his hand in an arc to defend himself.

The opponent's attack.

Mo Wenchang did not expect that the opponent could even avoid this attack. This depended on the vigilance and speed of the evil monk Qi Zhen being high enough.

The two sides regrouped and started fighting again. After Mo Wenchang used the Flying Immortal from Heaven, of course he couldn't do it again. Just when he was thinking about how to deal with Qizhen, Qizhen's moves suddenly changed, from slow to fast, and his sword skills

Mianmi, attack Mo Wenchang quickly!

Mo Wenchang felt that something was not good. If he allowed the opponent to continue playing like this, he would have no chance of winning.

In his anxiety, he decided to take a risk and risk being injured in order to knock down the evil monk Qi Zhen.

Therefore, during the battle, after Mo Wenchang dodged Qizhen's sword, he suddenly used the Miao knife in his hand as a flying knife and stabbed Qizhen in the chest!

"Ah?" Qizhen was startled again! In a master duel at this level, throwing the weapon away would be a fool's errand.

Qizhen waved the Pu Dao, choked, and swung the Miao Dao out!

Then he just needs to take a step forward with his sword. Mo Wenchang, who is good at using swords, without the Miao Dao, is like a tiger without its claws and will definitely be chopped down.

Qi Zhen's simple sword was about to hit Mo Wenchang, but Mo Wenchang suddenly shouted loudly and moved his right hand! His body skills also suddenly flashed.

Qizhen immediately noticed something strange about the way the Miao Dao was swung out: the Miao Dao actually drew an arc behind Mo Wenchang and flew back! It struck Monk Qizhen directly in the right rib!

Mo Wen grew up and shouted: "Die!"

"Ah?" Qizhen felt that the line of Mo Wenchang's Miao Dao was strange. Coupled with Mo Wenchang's double fists, the pressure suddenly doubled. In such an instant, the two masters had no time to change their moves, so, poof

Poof! Both were hit by knives!

Qizhen's right rib was struck by a Miao knife, and Mo Wenchang's shoulder was struck by Qizhen's Pu knife.

"Ah?" The two of them flew back at the same time, both bleeding profusely!

Qishan immediately emerged from the shadows and helped Qizhen bandage his wounds.

Lin Erdan here also immediately gave Mo Wen a silver needle to stop the bleeding, and Murong Zijue was responsible for bandaging the wound.

The two actually fought until both sides lost! The sword god Mo Wenchang sighed: "I didn't expect that I, Mo Wenchang, failed to win. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."

Lin Erdan quickly comforted: "Mr. Mo, the evil monk Qizhen has been practicing with the Eight Treasures Pearl Buddha, which is tantamount to cheating. His skills continue to improve rapidly. You have been injured recently. It is understandable. Don't take it to heart.

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However, Mo Wenchang still sighed deeply. To him, losing was an unforgivable mistake.

Murong Zijue said: "Qi Zhen, both sides suffer losses. This game is considered a draw. Do you have any objection?"

Qizhen was stabbed in the ribs and the wound was rolled over. He was being bandaged and could not answer.

Qishan said: "This game is considered a draw. Murong Zijue, who will fight in your next game?"

Murong Zijue said: "The person who fought on many sides is a friend of mine, Lin Erdan."

Qishan has encountered a mysterious master more than once. Turns out his name is Lin Erdan?

There was a dark feeling in his heart, and he suddenly laughed loudly: "Haha! Lin Erdan, this world is so small! You didn't expect me to appear here, did you?"

Lin Erdan, who had just stood up, was suddenly startled when he heard this voice: "Situ Thanatos? This old thief is actually in the same group as the Sanhuang Temple?"

Sure enough, the one who came out of the darkness this time was Situ Thanos, the God of War outside the Pass!
Chapter completed!