Xing Mingyao had to be cautious, the knife didn't know why, it was obviously ordinary and there was nothing special, but it just made people feel that there seemed to be some kind of beast roaring inside the knife, the cold light was cold and sharp, and the shaking of the knife was like the howl of a beast, which made his heart tremble.

At this time, Wang Chuxuan's mind and sword intent reached an agreement, and the killing that stood in his way was the only way to move forward.

His face was cold and abnormal, and all that was left in his heart was to kill, kill everything in front of him, and his eyes were indifferent.

Yiqing clearly felt the chill under the ring, her expression was stunned, Wang Chuxuan felt more and more strange, she didn't know what to do, she couldn't stop this competition and couldn't bear to watch Wang Chuxuan lose his former gentleness, she could only anxiously look forward to him winning.

In the ring, Xing Mingyao didn't understand that Wang Chuxuan in front of him was still ordinary, but this knife made him smell the smell of danger, this was the monk's intuition, Xing Mingyao took a few steps back and became cautious.

Wang Chuxuan drew his sword and stood in front of him, he didn't know how to fight, he didn't know how to fight, he didn't even fight in the first twenty years of his life, but the power faintly came from this knife and gave him confidence, although this confidence was not enough for a person who had never trained for many years to deal with a professional enemy.

His forehead was injured and bleeding, and he didn't sleep all night last night, it wasn't for the fierce coolness that this knife gave him, he had already passed out, but at this moment he was already dizzy, his ribs were broken and the pain was unbearable, but the moon blade exuded infinite battle intent, guiding him to cut the person in front of him, and the cold battle intent forced him to feel the pain and he didn't know why he couldn't care about the pain at all.

The crow returned to the moon blade, and Wang Chuxuan began to step forward, his steps were confident and calm, but his body was still inadvertently crooked, and the pain was not completely offset by the battle intent.

Xing Mingyao was actually shocked by this staggering person, and watched Wang Chuxuan slowly walk over step by step, the knife made him seem to see blood-red pieces of corpses in front of him, including himself.

Wang Chuxuan kept the only thought in his heart, that is, to kill him, simple and direct, and the explosion of the killing intent of the knife also interfered with Xing Mingyao's spirit.

When he walked to Xing Mingyao's side, he raised the knife high and made a gesture to slash.

Everyone in the ring exclaimed that Wang Chuxuan had taken the lead.

The shouts of everyone made Xing Mingyao stunned, focusing on the pitch-black knife, and had a strong fear of this knife in his heart, but after all, he began to practice martial arts at the age of 6, and his years of hard training and tough combat experience were telling him that as a soul master, even if the opponent's strength was countless times higher than his own, he had to look at death without changing his face, because the real defeat started from not daring to face it directly.

One thought can change a person, Xing Mingyao roared angrily, and his murderous disturbed mind instantly recovered.

He ducked from the side, leaving a knife mark on the ground, a huge gap.

Xing Mingyao raised his eyebrows, this weapon is really sharp, but in fact, Wang Chuxuan's movements are not fast, and he can't threaten himself at all, as long as he is cautious, he will be completely fine, and then he calmed down, and the aura instantly breathed out, calling out the magic weapon.

A pair of silver finger cuffs fell from the sky, Xing Mingyao's hands were raised above his head, the silver finger cuffs fell directly on his hands, he was a soul master, the finger cuffs were his magic weapons, they were made of the best dark iron, and the battle could be selected closely, the finger cuffs were all sharp blades, about ten inches long, and if this sharp blade was grabbed on the body, it must be skin and flesh.

The Soul Master himself is close and far, and he is a very mediocre and difficult to restrain monk, so Xing Mingyao's hands are amazingly fast, not even inferior to martial arts.

Xuantie finger sleeve just put on Xing Mingyao's momentum was even more aggressive, it turned out that the murderous aura could only shock the mind once, and when he crossed that hurdle, it was useless, and he finally understood why his brother was cut off a piece of meat by this unruly boy.

Xing Mingyao put away his contemptuous mentality, he naturally understood the truth of the lion fighting the rabbit since he was a child, but he didn't know if this Wang Chuxuan had other abilities to bring him confidence, he didn't call him at the first time, if he was suddenly caught in his mind again, then it was definitely not worth it for him to be injured by the knife, so he decided to test him first.

Wang Chuxuan missed the blow, and the knife slashed on the ground, and his arm was naturally subjected to the reaction force, and the tiger's mouth was numb, and the feeling of pain made him a little more conscious again.

Wang Chuxuan looked at the moon blade, when the knife was swung just now, the black feather that floated down from the knife flew out quickly, and after flying out, it did not go straight, but followed the direction of Xing Mingyao and entered his body.

Wang Chuxuan was puzzled, he didn't feel any use, this was the ability of the knife.

But he could try again, this kind of ability to be sure of hitting was exactly what he lacked, and Wang Chuxuan immediately swung his knife again and rushed over.

Xing Mingyao looked at it coldly, Wang Chuxuan slashed at his side, Xing Mingyao didn't move, Wang Chuxuan slashed crookedly, and the black feather flew into Xing Mingyao's body again, but he didn't know it at all.

Xing Mingyao sighed in his heart: Sure enough, he is just an instream, relying on this knife makes him vigilant, but in fact it is definitely a waste.

Xing Mingyao smiled coldly, no longer timid.

Wang Chuxuan swung another knife, Xing Mingyao's hands were extremely fast, and he immediately grabbed Wang Chuxuan's head, one blow was a killing move, Wang Chuxuan swung the knife slowly, Xing Mingyao would definitely be able to grab Wang Chuxuan's head with one blow.

Wang Chuxuan was shocked, and hurriedly changed his move to change the direction and slashed at his Xuantie finger sleeve, Xing Mingyao was naturally reluctant to be hurt by this Xuantie, and jumped back, but the offensive did not stop, the Xuantie finger sleeve automatically flew out, Xing Mingyao swung his fist again, the Xuantie finger sleeve did not have to be synchronized with his hands, it could be controlled by his mind alone, Wang Chuxuan was suddenly embarrassed, a pair of finger gloves circled beside him to attack, and Xing Mingyao also kept punching beside him.

Wang Chuxuan knew that he could still be spared if he was hit by his fist, but if he was caught by this finger sleeve, he would never be spared, and he would either die or be injured.

Jiao Xi shook his head, looking at the situation, this Wang Chuxuan in front of him should be more auspicious, but he was instructed by the dean, and the dean specially told him for the sake of the two of them that they would not easily interfere with the competition, that Wang Chuxuan was obviously almost seriously injured as soon as he came up, but he was still able to stand up and fight, and indeed as the dean said, he was not an ordinary person.

Jiao Xi sighed, let's take another look.

......

On the top of the attic of the tallest building in the outer city of Yuecheng in the distance, Mo Xiaoya stood by the eaves and watched in the direction of the academy, her pupils were scarlet, and Mo Xiaolin sat next to her, her face becoming more and more white and evil.

Mo Xiaoya sneered faintly: "Unexpectedly, that young man started killing in just one day, the holy contract has been opened, the twelve are half-souls, he has fused the evil spirit, and his ability has naturally awakened accordingly, he has not disappointed me, he has to kill more, the murderous aura is not enough, this murderous aura is the key to breaking the formation." ”

Mo Xiaolin nodded slightly, and said: "Power will make people lost, and after being lost, you will fall, people! ”