Chapter 613: Rolling

The Dragon King also has 14 subordinates, plus himself, which means that there will be fifteen competitions.
King of the Holy Day felt that he did not need to worry, looking at the panicked Central Plains masters, "I hope the next one can be a little bit more powerful, not too shameful."
More than 30 masters took the initiative to fight, and the enthusiasm of the language could not conceal the fear of the heart. The dragon king’s knife was faster than they thought. Although Yang Yingshu was not the top disciple of the Qingcheng School, he was not a mediocrity, even a trick. They can't take it, they don't have much confidence.
Only a few people can see that Yang Yingshu’s death, the Dragon King’s sharp knife is only one aspect, mostly due to his own mistakes, and he made a wrong move at the wrong time, even more than the speed of the enemy who is best at attacking, but his mood is disorderly. Can only make six or seventy percent of the effort.
Any martial arts must be rehabilitated after reaching a certain realm. No matter what means, how big is the sacrifice, be sure to calm down, the Taoist thoughts, the meditation of Buddhism, the killing of Jinpengbao, the madness of Xiaoyuetang, and what you want to achieve. The goal is the same. The Qingcheng faction is not weaker than other sects in this respect. The failure is Yang Yingshu.
Finally, a master of the Central Plains made up his mind to make practical actions in addition to playing with his mouth. Instead of waiting for the orders of the prince, he went straight out of the crowd and walked to the field.
King of the Holy Day nodded with approval.
Gu Shenwei’s subordinates also saw some problems. The first south screen doubtfully said to himself,
Why did the Dragon King’s knife slow down?

Everyone thinks that the Dragon King kills Yang Yingshu's knife as lightning fast, but the South Screen does not feel that he has not reached the level he should have, and he is puzzled because the Dragon King has a firm principle: no time will hide the strength, no matter The opponent's martial arts are good or bad, they must be treated as powerful enemies, making the fastest knife.
The old man of the wood also saw it, and it was more than the situation found in the first screen. He whispered, "Don't the dragon king suffer from internal injuries?"
Shangguanfei was shocked and shook his head. "No, no, no one can make the Dragon King suffer from internal injuries..." Then he remembered that there is indeed someone who can do this, that is, Dragon King himself.
If the Dragon King is rushing to the corner of this festival, he will not be able to think about it any more. Shangguanfei will not think about it any more. He will look at the left and right dragon guards, and he will lament in his heart. With his position in the mind of the Dragon King, he may have to be ranked one or two to be rescued. The king of the Holy Day has a fearless posture, and the sent master will only become stronger and stronger, and he does not know how long the Dragon King can last.
Among the trapped subordinates, there are no female daughters, Shangguanru, and no generals who can influence the overall situation. The Dragon King is willing to give them a head. Shangguanfei left and thought, how do you think that this is not like the leader of the dragon army that he knows.
The eyes of Chunan Screen and Wood Man are not wrong. Gu Shenwei’s knife has indeed slowed down a bit. Not only that, but the knife just exhausted all his infuriating.
The dead man’s internal requirements for swordsmanship are not high. When he and the woman’s innocence were weak, they could still launch an extremely aggressive offensive. The internal strength will be beneficial, and there will be no end. After reaching a certain level, they will want to increase. A little bit, all need a lot of infuriating support.
The broken meridians have not recovered yet, and the exhausted yin and yang qi has just barely run for a week, bringing great pain to the master. From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, Gu Shen is violently beating every acupuncture point in the body, as if at any time. Burst open.
Gu Shenwei endured the pain, as if the child from the snack medicine could also taste sweet in the bitterness, and he also found the benefits.
Infuriating in the broken meridians is like a heavy stone rolling over a bumpy road, bumping the road, and also smoothing the road.
Gu Shenwei thought of this method after seeing the two hunchbacks of the Deyi Building. No magical powers, no mustaches, no evil spirits, no harmony can quickly repair the meridians. These two people let another skill enter him. The mind.
The secrets of the investigation include a lot of martial arts, including internal power. Gu Shenwei once sat on the first floor of the building, tasted bitter tea, listened to the percussive sounds from the building, and gradually opened up all the meridians, which will be used for his future cultivation. Great help.
Gu Shenwei was guilty of the almost manipulative experience. He not only gave up the ruthless swordsmanship, but also forcibly sealed the memory of the secrets of the secrets and never wanted to touch it.
The shattered meridians and the timely appearance of the proud disciple, let him remember the simple practice, and produce a bold idea: you can try to let the infuriating jump in the meridians, rather than smooth flow, This is one of the characteristics of the internal secrets of the secrets.
He succeeded. The two instinct that had been huddled in Dantian actually operated for a week, helping the owner to swing a quick knife. Although the acupoints violently beat, the meridians were slightly repaired.
This is an extremely violent repair method. Even if ordinary people can think of it, they can't stand this kind of pain. Only Gu Shenwei, who has gone through many years of ignorance, can be as sweet as it is, and the body is overturned, but the appearance is not revealed, even the experience. The rich wood old man can't see the torture that the Dragon King is suffering.
The challenger came closer. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He had a sorrowful face and a sorrowful look. With a long sword, he made a glimpse of the dragon king and said nothing.
There is not much left in the martial arts of the old man. The only thing that can be done is to act as the drummer of the Dragon King. He immediately swears, "Where are you, come to the name, do you only learn martial arts in the martial art, do you not polite?"
The swordsman slowly shook his head. "The name is not enough to hang the teeth. If you say that there is no reason to humiliate the teacher, the Dragon King is admirable. Please come out."
The old man turned and gestured to the Central Plains martial arts. Everyone wanted to please the Dragon King at this time. He immediately gave a lot of answers and said the Central Plains. The old man was even more confused. He wanted to choose one. When the sects swindled the truth from the swordsman's mouth, the contest had already begun.
Eight-character eyebrows obviously absorbed the lessons of Yang Yingshu. From the first move, they steadily and steadily, and they were mainly defended, occasionally hit, and they were also tempted. They were never within five steps of the Dragon King.
Gu Shen is moving fast under his feet, and he is also looking for opportunities. The sword and body of this person are not particularly quick, and the judgment is first-rate. When the Dragon King moves a little, he will do a good job in the posture. The purpose is not to block or It is to avoid, but to throw out the sword at the same time.
This is the defensive way of the eight-word eyebrows, one life for a life, the unknown name to the dragon king.
Gu Shen has been walking for many years in the rivers and lakes. For the first time, she felt that she could not start. Whether he stabbed one of the key points, he might incur a counterattack from the other side. He is not facing ordinary masters. The gaze of the eight-word eyebrows and the tip of the sword indicate that This person is a master of flaws.
Most of the onlookers did not feel the Dragon King. They saw a rather boring contest. The two sides kept on circling the circle, and the sword in their hands was more than a stroke. They refused to make a real move.
The Dragon King has already demonstrated the sharp knife in the first battle, so everyone put the boring responsibility on the eight-character eyebrows, and he is quite vocal.
The old man is a handful of people who really agree with the essay tactics. Because of this, he has to find a way to destroy and help the Dragon King.
"Bitter gourd face, you can't be ugly because your face is ugly, you have to dare to report your name, like your timid playing style, Master is sure to be half-dead in his eyes." Then he yelled Master who imitated the eight-character eyebrows, "Apprentice, our rabbits are the famous names in the Central Plains. How come you are such a mouse..."
Shangguanfei has not learned the tricks of the old man, but he can only help without losing the opportunity. "That is."
The eight-character eyebrows are more stable than the old man, and they don’t listen to the language insults. They still have to defend themselves and compete with the Dragon King.
The old man is not easy to admit defeat, and he is irritated by the horrible character. He immediately changed the satirical object. "Sacred King, I am really worried for you. The bitter face is said to be loyal to the North Court and the old Khan, but even the true identity. Reluctant to expose, obviously staying behind, ah, I know, this is called bitterness, pretending to be a grandson to deceive trust, catching the opportunity to kill Grandpa, hey, the old Khan Wang will die in this person, the Holy King can go The Central Plains won the award."
The King of the Holy Day had a lack of trust in the Central Plains master. He was said by the old man, and his suspicion was heavier. Moreover, he wanted to see the killings that were so dripping, and he did not like the conservative play of the eight-character eyebrows.
"Which martial art is this person?"
Some of the masters know the bottom of the eight-character eyebrows, but they don’t answer them directly. "Wang Ye is angry, this person is good at suddenly counterattacking, and will soon be the dragon king under the sword."
"When is it very soon? He is now representing the North Court, not his own martial art. The prairie men are not so arrogant."
The man once again pleaded guilty and turned to the contest. He raised his voice and ordered: "Teacher, don't wait any longer."
The eight-character eyebrows trembled, and I did not expect that the most effective tactics would be ruined in my own hands.
The long-sword snake letter is generally punctured, and the horrible eyebrows have been proved to be equally good at winning.
The Dragon King was also very fast. The two men only paid one stroke and each retired, ten steps apart.
Few people can tell who is faster, and the Holy King is even more puzzled. His interest has just been brought up, and a "good" has been in the eyes of the blind man. The contest has stopped. "What happened?"
The master who spoke for the eight-character eyebrows slammed his head. "The dragon king won."
The eight-character brow fell to the ground and added a second body to the battlefield.
Gu Shenwei turned to his subordinates. "You can go."
Shangguanfei couldn't believe his ears, and looked around, especially the red bats not far away. How did they think that the Dragon King pointed the wrong person, "I? Is that really me?"
"Well, it is you."
Reason tells Shangguanfei that he should give a few words. For example, please ask the Dragon King to give the only female department a red bat. The real and powerful instinct prohibits him from opening. He is afraid that the Dragon King will push the boat and really agree with his suggestion.
"Thank you... I... Dragon King..."
"You have to go to the Warriors competition. Today is the gamble of me and the big king. You are not allowed to lose."
"Ah?" Shangguan Fei had forgotten this thing early, but he did not expect Dragon King to remember the gambling in this case.
"I won't let the Dragon King down!" Shangguan Fei jumped onto the horse, and the voice came from far away.
The dissatisfaction of King of the Holy Day is beyond words. "Are you really a master of the Central Plains? It won't be a group of scammers."
No one dares to refute, a North Court officer next to the King of the Holy Day said: "The true Central Plains master will not come to the North Court to take the initiative. The strongest Shaolin Temple and the Hedong Luojiazhuang of the Nine Schools are not coming. The head of the faction has not come, these people are third-rate, it is no wonder that Wang Ye will be dissatisfied."
This kind of humiliation is only a little better than death. The Central Plains masters are all red-faced, but they are unable to refute. The officers’ words are generally correct. Only the "three-stream" judges look at these people too much.
The Taoist dynasty’s Taoist thoughts also originally counted on the live capture of the Dragon King, forcing him to surrender the antidote and tell the way to crack the ice. At this time, he couldn’t take care of it any more. He said:
I have the means to defeat the Dragon King.

"Oh?"
"Last night, the Dragon King and the poor roads tried their internal strengths, and both defeated. Wang Ye only sent a master of internal strength, and he could easily win."
Gu Shen made two knives, and the Taoist thought finally saw that the Dragon King was actually the same as himself, and the internal injuries were not light.
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