Miao has never fought against the people of the Jiang clan in Luzhou, but the reputation of the "Great Waterfall Strike" has been established in such a long time, by the Jiang clan disciples, and has still established a high reputation in the Wu world.

This move is powerful and powerful, and once it is used, it is difficult to fight.

There is a consensus in the entire world that the best way to deal with the "Great Waterfall Strike" is to simply not let Jiang's swordsmen use this move.

This is what Miao Shang adopts now.

He had a thought in his mind: "Who do you look down on the waterfall when you accumulate energy in front of you?"

The long stick that hits straight out is very fast!

This is also a trick, called "Dragon Teeth". The Long Hantang exclusive long-soldier move is to be fast and fast. The straight stab is to use the "point" technique.

He came very quickly this time.

Although the power of the ‘Great Waterfall’ is powerful, it requires accumulation of power and the activation time is slow. Before launching, take the opportunity to attack quickly and force the opponent to either release insufficient tricks in advance, or simply fail to react to him and seize the opportunity to win directly.

But at this moment, his head seemed to be stabbed hard by a needle. A sudden burst of pain came, interrupting his trick.

Under the sudden and severe pain, he didn't know where his stick was going, and the normal internal energy also became disordered.

Of course, this was only a moment. The severe pain came and went quickly, and he immediately stabilized his mind, re-controlled his weapons, and adjusted the movement of his internal energy.

However, just this sudden incident made the whole thing different.

Jiang Yun's sword force has been accumulated!

The speed of his launch of the "Great Waterfall Strike" was much faster than that of ordinary people, which made Miao Shang's last remaining lucky mentality disappear at this moment.

When the heavy sword was knocked down, his stick, which was a little crooked and weak, was swept away directly. Then, Jiang Yun's long sword continued to move until it stayed at only two inches in front of Miao Shang's forehead.

After maintaining this posture for a moment, Jiang Yun put his sword away and bowed, "Take it aside."

Miao Shang reluctantly bowed and then went down.

When we arrived at the viewing table, the monk Xuan Shang, led by the team of Bailong Temple, asked, "What's going on in the last moment?"

Miao Shang knew what he was asking, and he said, "I don't know, suddenly a headache came... I suspect it was Jiang Yun who caused it."

When talking about the second half of the sentence, Miao Shang's tone was a little resentful. He was a little dissatisfied and felt that he had lost the wrongfulness.

Xuan Shang glanced at him and said, "If I guess correctly, it should be a kind of exercise for the soul. This is someone else's own ability, so don't you agree."

"Disciple remember."

Not talking about him anymore, Xuan Shang began to think about who should be ranked next person?

To be honest, he really didn't expect that Miao Shang would be beaten down suddenly. His previous judgment on the battle situation was that the two of them would probably have to be entangled for a while.

Miao Shang was surprised that the appearance of the magical and soul technique was occasionally rumored in the world, but there were not many people who had it. Even if there were, they were usually only auxiliary and could bring some help to practitioners, but it was difficult to have a good effect in battle.

This was also such an accident that he had to consider for a while, who would be the right place to send to the next?

After glanced around his disciples, he said, "Miaoyin, you can go to this game."

"Ah?" Miaoyin, who was wandering outside the sky just now, suddenly heard his name, was stunned for a moment, and then stood up quickly.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the master, and then slowly walked onto the stage under the eyes of everyone.

Eighteen years old, Qi Liuxing, Miaoyin should be the second youngest among so many people who have played on the stage since the beginning.

The youngest one is standing on the stage now.

The monks and swordsmen who fought before, the eight-star and seven-star monks and swordsmen were generally between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-five. It is actually quite good to have such strength at this age, and they all have the hope of reaching the realm before they are thirty.

However, looking at the two people on the field, although they are only six stars, one is seventeen years old and the other is eighteen years old, how can people not be jealous?

Jealous of this time and this talent.

However, although Miaoyin is actually one year older than Jiang Yun, the two of them stood on the stage, and Jiang Yun looked like the eldest brother.

He was dressed in white clothes, with a tall figure, outstanding appearance, and even a little mature taste - this was brought to him by his soul from the earth.

The little monk opposite, whose bald head looked like a freshly cooked white egg, looked tender and tender. With his pretty face, it made people feel very happy.

"Hello donor Jiang."

"Myong Little Monk is good."

The attitude between the two was still very peaceful. Even before the war started, Jiang Yun did not forget to tease the little monk: "Didn't you promised me to fetch water for me? Why didn't you see you yesterday? You didn't keep your word!"

Miaoyin's face turned red suddenly, and he explained anxiously: "It's not that Miaoyin doesn't keep her word, but I was going to deliver water to the donor yesterday. After Uncle Jingneng found out, he said that there is a dedicated person to provide water for the guest building where you live, so I don't need to go..."

He explained this a lot, and Jiang Yun interrupted with a funny look: "Okay, okay, I haven't blamed you, just kidding."

Jiang Yun really didn't expect that the little monk would actually remember this matter.

"I'm not really blamed?"

"Really." Jiang Yun smiled, "Come on, I'm ready to start the fight, and people around me can't wait."

After saying that, he took a break.

"Please be careful, donor Jiang." The little monk also clasped his hands together and reminded him seriously.

"Haha, just come!"

Miaoyin was no longer polite and rushed forward quickly.

Facing the little monk's body, Jiang Yun immediately slashed it with a sword!

Miaoyin slid under her feet, as if clouds emerged from the soles of her feet, and his steps were erratic and mysterious.

But it is not that easy to avoid Jiang Yun's sword.

His long sword was like a shadow, and he was determined to cut it up.

Miaoyin raised her hand to block it.

Now, Jiang Yun was a little surprised.

This little monk Miaoyin is too reckless, right?

He was very clear about the sharpness of the Demon-Breaking Blade in his hand. When the sword was moved, Miaoyin's hand was gone.

It was just a battle, and he didn't want to really hurt Miaoyin seriously, especially the serious injury of a broken limb.

Jiang Yun stopped, and he used a little force to the wrist and tilted the blade to the side to avoid really hurting Miaoyin.
Chapter completed!