As the words fell, a hint of subtle emotion appeared in Elliot Yi's eyes. But in an instant, she returned to her flawless appearance, "I said too much."
After that, she gently placed her hand on the hilt of the sword, met the defensive look in Clara Qiu's eyes, and said with a calm smile: "Miss Qiu, please teach me."
For a moment, it seemed as if there was faint smoke rising from the cloud patterns in Jinglantai.
This whole scene was seen by alliance leader Ding Lingquan and Qianlongmen's head Zhu Rongqian. One of them stared at the stage thoughtfully, while the other looked at Qiu Chao with a bad temper.
"It's really interesting."
Suddenly, someone spoke behind them, interrupting their thoughts. Ding Lingquan turned around and saw Si Yusheng walking slowly towards them.
Yesterday, Elliot Yi defeated Wen Yan and Si Jingwen. The Changkong Sword Sect could be said to have lost face. But at this moment, Si Yusheng seemed to be alright and came slowly shaking his fan, still thinking about sighing about this game.
With such magnanimity, I didn't know if Si Lao would scold his son for being short-minded or praise him for being too open-minded.
As Zhu Rong looked on, Si Yusheng lifted up his robe and sat down calmly.
While he was moving, his mouth was also busy.
"In this scene, Yeluzi's fast sword meets the softest sword."
He spun the fan in his hand like a spinning top, shook his head and sighed: "I don't know whether Qiu Chao Zaiming will win the championship in one fell swoop, or whether the young master will make a concerted effort to prove that Gaoshui Villa is worthy of its name."
After he finished speaking, no one came to pick him up.
Zhu Rongqian on the side had a dark face, because he still remembered Qiu Chao's unexpected victory yesterday, defeating Lyla Su with the last sword.
However, the fact that he can sit here today has given the Wulin League some face. Otherwise, according to this powerful man's past behavior, he would have broken down the table and left long ago. How could he be expected to follow Si Yusheng's words.
Seeing this, Si Yusheng had a bit of a sneer on his face, and wanted to comfort him: "It's okay, at least you only lost one person."
But then he thought again, the loser was the most sought-after successor of Qianlongmen, so he shut up and looked at Ding Lingquan who was standing aside and looking at Jinglan Stage in deep thought. He asked curiously, "Master Ding, you are so absorbed in watching this, who do you think will win the championship?"
Ding Lingquan was not annoyed when his thoughts were interrupted by Si Yu's voice. She looked away and tapped her fingertips on the table. After a long while, she slowly replied: "I don't think it may be one of them..."
"Although these two have different sword styles, they are both good at both offense and defense, and are both good at striking back."
After a pause, she asserted: "I think they are probably... indistinguishable."
Hearing this, Si Yusheng was a little surprised. In any sword competition, there must be a winner or loser. How come there are so many evenly matched swordsmen?
However, thinking that Ding Lingquan was rarely so interested, he did not comment, but just shook his head and smiled, sighing: "For Alliance Leader Ding to say such words, it seems that this young man is formidable."
"Can a fast sword break a soft sword?"
Clara Qiu had no idea about this question, so she remained silent, holding her sword and standing solemnly, her eyes fixed on Elliot Yi's scabbard.
She was waiting, but Elliot Yi showed his sword skills first.
But wasn't Elliot Yi also waiting for her to draw his sword first?
The drummer had already struck the hammer, but the stage was still calm. The people in the audience also began to sigh and discuss, including various speculations about who would draw the sword first.
Seeing this, the drummer stood there with his drumstick in hand, looking around, unsure whether he should hit the drum again to remind the two female warriors who were keeping their hands off the drum.
However, it seemed that the discussion from the audience had reached Elliot Yi's ears. Amid the discussion of "Young Master will definitely not draw his sword first", she lowered her head and smiled, then said to Clara Qiu in a gentle voice: "If we wait any longer, I'm afraid it will ruin everyone's fun."
As she spoke, she slowly put on the scabbard at her waist, stroked the patterns on the scabbard with her fingers, and then grasped the silver hilt.
"Miss Qiu, go ahead and challenge me."
When the voice fell, the seven-foot Jingcong sword was unsheathed.
The sword was indeed as the legend said, all silver-white, like solid ice, yet flexible and agile, like floating catkins in spring.
When the light of the sword passed by and silently landed beside Elliot Yi, Clara Qiu silently affirmed in his heart: "Good sword."
Who is worthy of this legendary sword?
As she thought about it, she drew out the Wuqi sword from her waist.
When facing Lyla Su, he could still wait for a chance to make a comeback. But standing opposite Elliot Yi at this moment, she knew that Elliot Yi would not give her an opportunity to predict the path of the sword.
Therefore, in every move in this battle, neither of them can leave the other party with a single moment of hesitation.
With her right arm stretched out and the hilt of her sword held horizontally, Elliot Yi stood on the stage, calm and composed, graceful and elegant, truly living up to her nickname "Zhuo Guangbi" in the martial arts world.
The two people here were at war with each other, and the spectators in the audience also became nervous.
"Master Shaozhuang is about to draw his sword!"
With an enigmatic expression on his face, Rowan Yu stood up seriously.
I thought she had figured out something, and just as I was about to lean over to listen carefully, I heard Rowan Yu mutter to herself: "I can't see clearly, move quickly..."
With that said, he raised his feet and stepped towards the front row.
...
On the stage, Elliot Yi was wearing a green shirt without moving in the wind. Clara Qiu was also very energetic. She knew that Elliot Yi had injected his inner strength into the sword energy.
When the sword is drawn, there may be uncertain variables in the sword force.
So Qiu Chao raised his hand to hold the sword and looked intently at Elliot Yi.
The sword was held horizontally and tilted downward. Elliot Yi suddenly leaned the sword forward, like a clear shadow among bamboos, and suddenly jumped in front of Clara Qiu in the silence.
His eyes were like willow leaves, and his body movements were as graceful as flowing clouds and water. He took a step, put his sword in place, turned around, and swept the tip of his sword across in one go.
The tip of the sword seemed to be carrying some dense water vapor, shaking like beads in the rain, and swept across the eyes step by step. Clara Qiu couldn't help but bend down and raise his chin to avoid the continuous sword intent in front of him.
Seeing her dodge easily, Elliot Yi was not surprised at all. She still looked calm, her hands kept moving, and she stabbed the sword back in a flash.
When it was presented to the wrist, the sleeves of the shirt seemed to contain a faint force, swinging to both sides in an instant.
Immediately, the sword's direction suddenly changed!
When the sword tip bent downward, Clara Qiu's mind moved, and he swung the sword upward, jumping out of close range!
She fell to the ground with a frown, staring at the Jing Cong Sword, thinking to herself: "Her sword power really changes with her internal strength!"
She still had no idea whether her fast sword could break the soft sword.
But all things move according to force. If he can break through the sword energy before Elliot Yi concentrates on the sword, he might be able to gain a chance for his own offensive.
So she took a deep breath, then turned around with her sword in hand, facing Elliot Yi again.
This time, she brought the speed of the sword skills taught by her master to the extreme.
Smoothing, slashing, taking turns, the people in the audience could hardly see where the edge of her sword was.
Under the quick sword, Elliot Yi still blocked every move with ease.
The sword blades collided, consuming excess internal energy, so Elliot Yi simply turned his wrist and used the spine of the sword to meet Wu Qi's sword blade.
Metal and stone struck each other, and for a moment, except for the sound of clanging swords, nothing could be seen clearly on the stage.
The sword moved forward quickly and the offensive continued unabated. At this time, Clara Qiu's body movement had almost reached the limit and her arms felt numb, but she did not stop at all.
She wanted to force Elliot Yi to the point where he was unwilling to retreat and turned from defense to offense. At that moment, she could seize the opportunity to strike back and use "Po Jun".
As she expected, in the next moment, Elliot Yi focused on Wu Qi's sword and knocked him back two feet away.
Then he sent his sword and stepped closer, intending to deliver a decisive blow.
This is the moment you have been waiting for!
Elliot Yi was only three steps away from him. Clara Qiu stood up with his sword hanging, and shot towards Elliot Yi's back like a sharp arrow.
When the opponent noticed her movement and turned around to attack, Clara Qiu suddenly turned around again, seized the moment before drawing his sword, and stabbed Elliot Yi sideways!
With this move, one should have heard the sound of splitting wind and piercing the sky, but the result was not as Clara Qiu expected.
In a flash, Elliot Yi raised his left palm to block the sword, and poured his internal force into his palm, resisting the Wuqi sword with a gentle yet unfathomable force.
Her expression was exactly the same as Clara Qiu's, one of complete concentration, but there was a hint of joy in her eyes.
With her left palm bearing the weight, she was able to spare some attention to look at Clara Qiu, and said slowly, "Miss Qiu, if I remember correctly."
"This move..."
After a pause, she stared closely into Clara Qiu's eyes, as if she wanted to see through her disguise and see all the emotions in Clara Qiu's eyes at this moment.
After catching the sharp sword intent that refused to give in, she continued to ask: "The name is Pojun?"
As soon as the word "Po Jun" came out, Clara Qiu's pupils suddenly contracted. She put away her sword and thrust out her palm, knocking the two men back a dozen feet.
The blue and green clothes spread out, and they both stopped at the same time, standing outside the cloud patterns in the Jingtai.
Clara Qiu stood still again with the sword in his hand, his expression becoming even more solemn.
She thought of the look Elliot Yi had given her just now. Different from the look at Fengchun Tower that day, Elliot Yi's eyes just now were not calm and unperturbed, but rather the undisguised aggressive edge of a chess match.
The point of breaking the army's move is to deliver an unexpected blow when the opponent has reached the point where the sword is in full swing.
But Elliot Yi, unexpectedly saw through his own tactic "Po Jun" when the attack and defense were in chaos.
What kind of power does she have?
"Why did Miss Qiu come to the Heroes Competition?"
I don't know if it was his own misunderstanding, but Clara Qiu always felt that after this round, there was a faint emotion on Elliot Yi's face that could really be called a smile.
Unable to understand the meaning of Elliot Yi's inexplicable question, Clara Qiu frowned in displeasure.
The man had a gentle expression and steady steps, but he had already used his killing move.
Feeling the burning reluctance in his heart, Clara Qiu's eyes burst out with more fierce energy at this moment.
She will not lose to Elliot Yi, at least, she will not lose to Elliot Yi on this Jinglan stage!
In an instant, the atmosphere on the stage suddenly changed.
Clara Qiu actually exudes a courageous spirit of desperate efforts!
Lyla Su held his breath, knowing clearly that Qiu Chao's swordsmanship was about to change.
On the other hand, Elliot Yi is naturally no slower than the people in the audience.
She just asked a question on a whim, but she didn't intend to give Clara Qiu time to think.
So, in a blink of an eye, she raised the Jingcong Sword and flew in front of Clara Qiu again! The soft sword rolled over the Wuqi Sword like a white wave, and with a "swish" sound, Clara Qiu quickly turned his wrist, turned the Jingcong Sword in a circle, and then picked it up.
After standing still, Clara Qiu looked straight at Elliot Yi and gave her answer without any concealment: "To win over Qiu Feng."
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