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"Anyway, he won or lost, nothing happened..."

Someone joked.

At the beginning of the sword contest, the images on Fang Tian’s paintings appeared.

Everyone found that Mo Hua was really as they said, and she ignored everything. She squatted behind the wall of the inner city, carrying everyone on her back, and sneaked in. She didn't know what she was doing, but she looked a little "despicable"...

This has aroused public anger again.

"No... I just talked and played. Did he really squat in the inner city?"

"Teammates are fighting hard, is he hiding his life?"

"At least you can go out and throw a few fireballs. What should you do secretly with hiding here?"

"Being greedy for life and fearing death?"

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As the discussion was over, several sharp-eyed and careful monks said:

"Is this ink painting a formation set up, right?"

Someone sneered: "How much can it cost to set up a formation?"

“It’s all ready.”

"The formations for the sword contest are all drawn in advance, reviewed by the elders, and then brought in. Just set them up when the battle is about to be put on. As for letting him squat there and fiddle for a long time..."

The formation is powerful, but the preparation time is too long.

In history, when monks fight, formations must be prepared in advance and laid out in advance.

Otherwise, if you prepare the formation before the battle, the daylily will be cold.

The Sword Contest is no exception.

Mo Hua squatted there, "fixing" for a long time, saying that it was a formation, but when others looked at it, this was a "mixing craftsman" and was completely "difficult".

"He is so passive and lazy, and Taixu Sect really doesn't care?"

"Can Taixu Sect endure this?"

"I think he is not the illegitimate son of the head, but the illegitimate son of his illegitimate son, otherwise he would not have been spoiled as a 'father' like this..."

...

The sword contest continues.

Taixu Sect is originally at a disadvantage in its strength.

The competition system is also a disadvantage.

In the situation where inferiority is worse, there is also a certain "princeling" who is "passive and lazy in the battle".

The battle situation is naturally self-evident.

The sword energy of the Tianjian Sect was like a rainbow and had a power that broke through two city gates one after another, passed through the outer city, and rushed towards the inner city.

This process is simple and easy and natural.

Linghu laughed and others, trying their best to resist.

But their efforts, apart from delaying for some time, did not cause any turmoil.

Soon, they fell down step by step and were forced to retreat to the inner city.

Five disciples of the Tianjian Sect gathered outside the inner city gate.

This is the last defense.

As long as you break through the city gate in front of you, attack the inner city, enter the hall, kill all the disciples of the Taixu Sect who are blocking the road, and then cut off the statue of the city lord, you will take down this sword contest.

The Tianjian Sect won another game and took another step towards the position of the leader of the swordsmanship, one of the four major sects.

This is another crushing victory.

"Taixu Sect, I'm going to lose again..."

This idea also emerged in the minds of most monks outside the field.

And it's becoming more and more natural to lose.

There is no ups and downs.

Some monks outside the field sighed and began to feel bored.

"This kind of sword contest looks like a waste of time..."

"I can guess what's next with my eyes closed..."

"It's nothing more than that, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect broke through the city gate and rushed in. After a fierce battle, they killed Linghu Xiao and others..."

"That boy Mo Hua pinched the jade on the Tao again and ran away."

"Then Tianjian Sect cut off the city lord's statue and it's over..."

"The gap between the four major sects and the Taixu Sect is still too big, and it is impossible for the Taixu Sect to win..."

Shangguan Family Observation Platform.

Yuer was dejected and her little face was full of loss.

Wen Renwan touched Yuer's head and whispered to comfort him.

Zhang Lan and others also looked a little sad.

The atmosphere was a little low for a moment.

In the sword competition field, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect had already activated the Tianxing Sword, and the pure white sword energy slashed towards the city gate with amazing force.

Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and Ouyang Xuan all took action to stop them.

Linghu Xiao also activated Chongxu's sword energy and canceled out the sword energy of the disciple of Tianjian Sect.

But the sword energy of the Tianjian Sect was too heavy to kill. The five people joined forces to inherit the sword energy of the heavenly spirit, which was mighty and could not resist the front.

Cheng Mo and others retreated one after another.

Linghu laughed alone and couldn't roar.

The pure white Tianxing sword energy slashed on the city gate one after another, as if it was slashing on the hearts of the monks related to the Taixu Sect.

Every sword makes people tremble.

Once the city gate is broken, the game will be over.

Everything that follows is meaningless.

Many people do not want this city gate to be broken, nor do they want the Taixu Gate to lose.

But more people wait for the city gate to be broken.

Those who were waiting for were disciples of Taixu Sect, who were cut down under the sword one by one.

Time passes by little by little in this tense entanglement.

The disciples of the Tianjian Sect are still using their sword energy to constantly chop the sect.

The city gate is still supporting it with "hard work".

But after a long time, the city gate still did not break...

On the viewing stage, everyone began to look at each other, feeling something was wrong.

After a while, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect were still chopping the sect.

The city gate, which silently endured all the sword energy of the Tianxing, seemed to be about to be divided into pieces in the next moment, but after a long time, there was still no movement.

This city gate is like "iron".

Everyone's faces changed now.

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"What's the matter..."

"Isn't something wrong with this city gate?"

"It's not that something is wrong with the city gate, it's the formation on the gate... It seems something is wrong?"

There were foreign monks who were proficient in formations or formation elders of some sects who carefully looked at the city gate, and the formation light that was hidden hidden under the dense sword energy.

After looking closely, someone looked shocked and suddenly stood up and said:

"High-level formation!!"

"Taixu Sect is using high-level formations to discuss swordsmanship?!"

The scene was quiet for a moment, and then a sensation broke out.
To be continued...