Song Qingyue had already imagined this situation.

In fact, the many possibilities he envisions are far more embarrassing than they are now. But he cannot come here because of "embarrassment".

It has been until today that only when someone puts hostility on the table, and there are only challenges under the rules... He should be grateful to the Yellow River Association event team.

Because more difficult scenarios and possible problems have been erased in advance.

He walked out of the [month room] in a regular manner, walked to the martial arts stage in a regular manner, greeted the referee and greeted the opponent...

The Aquarius respects the rules of the Yellow River Society more than anyone else!

The weak will gain fairness under the rules, and the aquatic will survive under the rules.

"I'm ready." Song Qingyue said calmly.

Yue Wenchuan's skin was darker and strong, and his muscles were not exaggerated. A thin layer was like iron pieces nailed to the bones. There was only a layer of green stubble on his scalp, with cold eyebrows and sharp eyes, which seemed very tough.

Compared with the elegant Song Qingyue, he has a more wild temperament.

But people who live under military orders all year round have their respect for rules even more in their hearts.

So he simply gave the gift back.

But he doesn't speak.

As a warrior, he has nothing to say. His weapons will express it for him.

Let's start...

His bones have already struck!

Gaba, Gaba, Gaba.

Zhong Xuanyin's eyes were slightly sideways and his expression was calm.

As the host of the challenge, Zhong Ge Lao, today's high-cap and bolt belt, has a very ancient style. The flower and bird patterns on the crown belt are extremely exquisite, and it is also a masterpiece at first glance.

Simply put... he also carefully prepared it.

"Yanggu Yue asked the river and challenged Song Qingyue, the Changhe Shui Mansion——" Zhong Xuanyin's horizontal sword and pen was an invisible barrier. When the pen tip was slightly raised, all the murderous aura was allowed to meet.

"The competition begins!"

A little cold light was in the cold sky, just like the bright moon rising.

The bright moon emits thousands of lights, making this martial arts stage bright and beautiful.

As Yue Jie's apprentice, Yue Wenchuan's weapon is also an iron spear, not 800, only 2000.

Two new spears were soaked in old blood.

His master was wearing old armor all year round, as if he was born with armor. However, he only had a thin military uniform with no visible material on his body.

The thin clothes were pressed against his muscles and bones. The military uniform of the old Yang style was once brilliant and dazzling, but it faded with time and was blown out of the dark brown precipitation by the sea breeze.

Yue Wenchuan held a spear in one hand and walked on the moon. The spear was cold and cold, asking about the rivers and rivers in the world.

Endless cold lights are twists and turns in the air, crisscrossing, and murderous intent becomes a prison in an instant.

Song Qingyue, who was wearing a light shirt and thin shadows, was under the spear's edge, and in the cold moonlight, it seemed like a mosquito trapped in a spider web. He looked up at the moon, and greeted all of this calmly like countless lonely nights in the past.

Suddenly there was a rush of water.

The floor tiles that stand alone in the lonely shadow turned into water waves.

The bright moon is reflected in the water, rippling and rippling, with a huge loneliness.

The person with his hair hanging down and his eyes raising is in the middle of the moon.

He seemed to be stepping on the martial arts stage, but Qingjiang in Eight Hundred Miles!

All the viewers on the sidelines were startled and shocked.

Zhongshan Weisun, who was commenting on the event in Taixu Illusion, shouted excitedly, "This is simply ahead of the final!"

The person sitting next to him was the first martial arts man in the Chu State, the famous Xiangu Zhongli Yan, in the Taixu Illusion Realm, each walker only had one face he had originally pinched, but it did not restrict everyone from dressing up and disguising. After all, it was also a real manifestation of power. In order to earn some extra money, "Dou Xiaohan" specially disguised himself as Zhongli Yan.

He curled his lips in his heart, but in order to make money, he also made an excited expression: "These two have cultivated into the spiritual realm and performed well... In the combat power level of the God Realm, they are already a strong God Realm!"

Zhongshan Weisun laughed: "At least it is the level of the twenty-third level of martial arts."

"It depends on who you compare with." Zhong Liyan smiled and said, "Maybe it is equivalent to the twenty-third level of martial arts of those old seniors."

In the depths of endless disasters, Wang Ao, who was wearing a single cloth and shoes, was walking among them, and at the same time, had a part of his mind in the Taixu Illusion Realm... said with a funny "Hmm?"

Earlier, in order to let Sun Xiaoman jump into the sea of ​​learning to temper his muscles, he negotiated with Chen Pu to help "town one town" to cause trouble. It was during the Yellow River meeting, he simply jumped down to take a look.

Those great scholars in the Middle Ages liked to use "saints" to describe levels that were beyond the top but not transcendent. Then he is now an unquestionable "martial saint"... and he is also the only martial saint in the world.

As for his apprentice Sun Xiaoman, of course, he won the unlimited spot in the Yellow River Association through the assessment of Taixu Illusion, and passed the hurdles and easily walked into the [Moon Room].

She was the one who nodded friendly with Song Qing.

"As we all know, Yanggu is an overseas corpus and has a good way of controlling water. Song Qingyue is a natural master of water. This game is good!" Zhongshan Weisun was serious about doing things, and he had made sufficient preparations before the game, and was familiar with the information of every player.

"This Yue Wenchuan, although he is not very old, has made great achievements. So far, he has been transferred to the four banners of Yanggu and has achieved outstanding results. He was trained as the next Yanggu general..."

"It's not necessarily?" Zhong Liyan habitually argued: "Can he compete with Fu Yanqing?"

Sun Ru, Zhongshan Wei, smiled elegantly: "The master is so strong!"

Compared to Yue Wenchuan's prominent teacher, Fu Yanqing emerged from a floating island with a low reputation. He was considered to be "departed from the army of soldiers". The island leader Ding Jingshan, who led his growth, was dead, and there was no one above him.

It was possible that Yang Feng, the general of Xuanwei Banner, could have taken up the general of Yang Feng, but in order to fulfill Ding Jingshan's last wish, he established the Jingshan Banner... and was on par with other generals in his position, which meant he had to carry everything himself.

However, Yanggu implements a military system, and it is actually not very important to these. Whoever can become the next generation of generals will eventually rely on military merits to speak - of course, there is also an argument for who can get more opportunities and win more military merits.

In addition, there is another difference. The position of Jingshan Banner General means that if Fu Yanqing wants to fight up, he also needs to cultivate someone who can catch the banner.

Behind the huge billboard with the inn "A certain inn, reaching its peak—[Xiantai]", a line of big words popped up in the places where the audience could not see it—"Tell the competition!"

"That's right." Zhongshan Weisun easily retracted the topic: "Yue Wenchuan's spiritual realm is called 'Tianya Gong', and he should not be afraid of water. Song Qingyue's response..."

He had already made a regretful expression, but the tone of the conversation suddenly changed: "It must have a deep meaning!"

At first there was a slight sound, like the wind blew the grass tips.

The water surface also rippled slightly, giving people the illusion of a gentle moonlit night.

Suddenly a scream broke out.

Whoosh ~—

The bright moon reflects the water first, and the moonlight follows.

The countless moonlight is like a fiber needle pulling a thread, shaking through the sky and waves!

What you can see is that the moon penetrates the sky, and what can be easily captured is that the Yuanli order has been penetrated. What is difficult to see is that the spiritual curtain covered here is full of holes - Zhongshan Weisun, who is responsible for the explanation, had to use magic to make corresponding demonstrations in the air.

The screaming sound is so dense that it has been filtered by the corresponding ban on the Martial Arts and Taiwan, which can still make the audience feel uncomfortable.

Song Qing asked the foot of the Qingjiang River at 800 miles, and the moon reflected in the water. Yue Wenchuan, who was pushing his spear with one hand, came from top to bottom... and pushed the moon in the sky.

The moon is like the tip of an iron spear, and there are thousands of qi machines that shuttle through the moonlight, like a needle leading a thread, trying to sew a skin bag.

The entire martial arts venue was covered, and there was no place to stand.

There is nothing left under the bright moon.

Song Qingyue's feet were just a mistake, twisting his left foot, and standing firmly on the water behind his right foot.

Jiang Wang's humanitarian sword style is placed in the Yanfa Pavilion of Chaowen Daotian Palace, and anyone can read it if they cross the threshold. Of course, he has also seen it.

However, he has his own understanding of "humanity".

He has the life experience of being the three heroes of Qiming, and also has the water life of the Qingjiang Aquarium.

This is what he understands as "man"—

Aquarium people.

Just like this, standing on both feet, holding each other with both hands, grabbing each other, grabbing the moonlight covering the body, and grabbing a round space in front of the body and behind the body-

A sudden pull was like plucking a string!

Zheng~!

The sound of the roaring moonlight and the sound of the waves in the ninth river were all still for a moment.

Only the tremolo of the moon string, the threads, the ears are cut and the heart is pierced.

There were blood beads splattering on Song Qingyue's hands.

But the three feet around him were all gone, and the moon was forced to be pulled away, and the bright moon was pulled, covering the entire martial arts field, and it was all twisted into a mess!

The waves are turbulent and the sky is flying white.

His spiritual realm is called "Qingjiang Water Palace".

This is his home, his homeland, and his dreams are lingering.

Life plays on the water, and you don’t know that spring and autumn are over. The dragon travels to the river and sleeps for a long night.

The power of Qingjiang in the eight hundred miles was in this way, which made him pull the strings and pull back... and tear the bright moon with his hands!
To be continued...