Wang Weiyi saw that Tu San had rushed to the river, and he was still seven zhang away from him, so he couldn't help but let out a cold snort in his nose, waved his big sleeves, and went towards Tu San's heart with a dart.

Tu San jumped up and jumped towards the river, but when he was in mid-air, he heard the wind behind him, and hurriedly turned around in the air, and a dart shadow in his pupils quickly dilated. In a hurry, the dagger in Tu San's left sleeve slipped down, and with a flick of his left hand, the dagger flew towards the dart.

The dagger and the dart collided in the air, there was no crisp sound as imagined, but a tearing sound, and the dart actually broke the dagger and stabbed straight into Tu San's right chest cavity behind the dagger.

A handful of blood flowers bloomed on the surface of the river, and Tu Sanlian fell into the river with a dart, splashing a large amount of water.

Wang Weiyi came to the river in one step, but when he went to look at the river again, there was still the shadow of Tu San, and the turbulent river instantly washed away the blood that fell into the river, and even the bloody breath on the river quickly dissipated, as if no one had ever fallen into the water.

"You immediately go downstream to find Tu San, you want to see people in life, and you want to see corpses in death!" Wang Weiyi's face was gloomy, and he turned around and ordered the twenty people guarding the stands.

Twenty people were ordered to quickly search downstream along the river.

At this time, Bu Haochu returned to the flat area with Tu Si's body in his left hand, Tu Si's body was not as complete as Tu Twelve and Li Haoyuan, his body was full of blood, his right arm was empty, and the expression on his face was even more hideous, obviously experiencing unbearable pain before he died.

Throwing Tu Si's body heavily in front of the stage, Bu Haochu still seemed to be unrelieved of his hatred, and stepped forward and stomped on the corpse twice. The sound of bones shattering came from afar, and it was particularly permeating.

Venting is done. Bu Haochu and Wang Weiyi glanced at each other, and Wang Weiyi nodded at Bu Haochu. Bu Haochu dragged his injured right arm back to his wooden chair and sat down, then closed his eyes and ignored others.

After Wang Weiyi returned to the stands, he first thanked the yellow-faced disciple on behalf of Bu Haochu, and as for the black bug, Wang Weiyi had the heart to go back, but he thought that even if he wanted to go back, he had no means to collect the bugs again. So he simply gave up, didn't mention anything about the insects, and gave the Five Poisons Gang a favor.

Wei You didn't seem to care about what happened in the audience before, sitting in the chair indifferently, even if Tu San fell into the river and might be injured and escape, Wei You didn't care, it seemed that everything was under his control.

Glancing at the audience, the momentum on Wang Weiyi's body slowly converged. I sat back in my seat. Then Wei You nodded to the middle-aged scribe, and the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, got up and stood in the center of the stands, where Wang Weiyi had been before.

Cleared his throat. The middle-aged scribe slowly spoke: "Before the conference, the Lord of the King and the Lord of the Cloth came forward to clean up the door of the organization, although it has nothing to do with everyone here, I hope this matter can also sound the alarm for you." Don't have crooked thoughts, or else. Everyone knows the end. ”

"Well, no more nonsense. Considering that there are some killers who have joined the organization, I will briefly introduce the rules of the Slaughter Conference. The middle-aged scribe paused slightly, "The Slaughter Conference first competes with each other among the twenty slaughter killers produced in the previous session, and each low-level slaughter killer can choose to challenge the high-level slaughter killer, and each person has three chances to challenge, and they can choose to fight by themselves or choose to bring a helper to fight." If the challenge is won, the challenger will replace the challenged Slaughterer, and the rest of the Slaughter Killer will be postponed by one person in descending order. ”

Most of the black-clothed killers in the audience had calm faces, obviously having participated in more than one slaughter meeting, and only a few killers had a slight fluctuation on their faces.

"This year's slaughter conference is different from previous years, after all, there are five fewer slaughter killers, so after fifteen slaughter killers are produced this year, there will be no more competitions to challenge slaughter killers. Instead, the remaining killers compete for the position of the last five slaughter killers. The middle-aged scribe glanced at the audience, "Do you all understand the rules?

The audience was silent, all the people in black were gearing up, as for the rule that they could not challenge the top fifteen slaughter killers this year, it had no impact on these black-clothed killers, because at the annual slaughter conference, there were people who could challenge the top fifteen slaughter killers, at most, they would challenge the bottom three slaughter killers, and even the last three would be difficult to challenge successfully.

After all, the Slaughter Killers are all experienced in a hundred battles, and the cultivation resources they can get every year are far more than ordinary killers, so it is not easy to defeat the Slaughter Killer. However, it is not without people who have successfully challenged, Tu Nineteen is the Tu Twenty who challenged at last year's Tu Trumpet Conference, and finally defeated Tu Twenty, squeezing Tu Twenty from Tu Nineteen's position to Tu Twenty, and because of this, the two have not dealt with each other.

"Since there is no doubt about it, then the slaughter meeting has officially begun!" said the middle-aged scribe, sitting back in his seat and calmly looking at the audience.

The audience was only quiet for a moment, and Tu Twenty took the lead in standing up and said calmly: "Challenge Tu Nineteen alone!"

As soon as these words came out, many black-clothed killers had a sudden look on their faces, last year Tu Nineteen took advantage of Tu Twenty to compete with him when he was weak, everyone had a deep memory, and at this moment Tu Twenty came up and chose to challenge Tu Nineteen alone, and everyone understood that Tu Twenty was to avenge last year.

Tu Shijiu sneered and slowly stood up, the Fushao Pavilion Master beside him frowned slightly, he wanted to help but couldn't intervene, he could only watch Tu Shijiu walk to the center of the field.

"Hey, I'm still afraid that you won't challenge me!" Tu Nineteen Pi said with a smile, "Since you want to die first, then I will fulfill you!"

After that, Tu Nineteen stopped talking nonsense, and the whole person rushed towards Tu Twenty, a cold light flashed in Tu Twenty's eyes, and his right hand formed a fist, which collided with Tu Nineteen's palm. Soon the two fought for dozens of rounds, and the battle between the two mid-level peak martial artists was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for many Yellow and Xuan rank killers to improve, which was also another important purpose of the annual Slaughter Conference.

Although Tu Nineteen is ranked high, he is not as good as Tu Twenty in terms of strength, and if Tu Twenty was not injured in the previous competition last year, he would not be Tu Twenty's opponent at all. Even if Tu Nineteen's strength has improved this year, he is still inferior to Tu Twenty, and after more than a hundred rounds, Tu Twenty sneered and punched Tu Nineteen in the back of the heart.

Tu Nineteen's originally red face instantly became like a blank piece of paper, and a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat and was forcibly swallowed back by Tu Nineteen.

Tu Twenty didn't give Tu Nineteen any respite, and greeted Tu Nineteen again with a sneer. Tu Shijiu barely parried, but only parried a few moves, and then he was punched several times in a row, his body was hit by a critical blow, and a mouthful of blood couldn't hold back anymore, spurted out, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

"I throw in the towel. Tu Nineteen supported the ground with one hand, and seeing that Tu Twenty was about to step forward again, he hurriedly said.

Glancing at Tu Nineteen on the ground with disdain, Tu Twenty returned to his place and sat down, Tu Nineteen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and returned to his position in a gloomy manner.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at the two of them, and then slowly spoke: "This game is twenty wins, and the competition continues." ”

After Tu Nineteen sat down, the master of the Floating Young Pavilion said in a low voice: "Let's just lose like this?

Tu Nineteen adjusted his internal breath, waved his hand lightly, and said calmly: "Don't worry, Young Pavilion Master, the competition has just begun, and I can challenge other slaughter killers after that." I am indeed not an opponent of this Tu Twenty, because with his strength, he should be able to enter the top fifteen, and the helper he selected last year retreated from the battle, so he was injured, otherwise I would never have been able to sit in my current position. But what if I'm not his opponent, someone will naturally teach him a lesson in a while!"

Seeing that Tu Nineteen was sure, the Floating Young Pavilion Master nodded and stopped talking. And the corners of Tu Nineteen's mouth crossed a sneer, he didn't do his best just now, and even admitted defeat in advance, because Tu Nineteen had already calculated, Tu Nineteen could not be willing to be the last few at this year's conference, and he would definitely challenge the masters in front, and at that time, someone would naturally clean him up.

Soon, another slaughter killer stood up and said, "Challenge Tu Wu." ”

A gray-robed Taoist stood beside him at the same time, holding a handful of dust, and the Taoist said loudly: "The three elders of the poor Dao Xuantian Temple, the Xuanming Daoist, help Tu Qi." ”

Tu Wu Nai was a young man who was not very old, with beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and when he saw someone shouting for a formation, he jumped up from the ground, raised his sword eyebrows, and said: "I said Tu Qi, even if you invite a bull-nosed veteran, can you beat me! You two go up together! I don't need a helper!"

Xuan Ming Dao was ridiculed by a young man, his face immediately couldn't hold back, and he said coldly: "Little doll, don't be quick to speak, and let Poor Dao test your strength!"

Tu Qi sneered in his heart, although he was just a martial artist of the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Ground Rank, and Tu Wu was an early stage martial artist of the Heavenly Rank, but the Xuanming Daoist was also a cultivator in the early stage of the Heavenly Rank, in order to invite the Xuanming Daoist to come to help, Tu Qi spent a lot of money, but as long as he could defeat Tu Wu and be successfully promoted, everything was worth it!

Xuanming Daoist said, a whisk of dust towards Tu Wu's face, Tu Wu showed disdain, his right hand pulled out the long sword at his waist, and cut it directly at the right hand of the Xuanming Daoist who was holding the dust. Xuanming Daoren's right hand flipped over, brushed the dust down, and then swept towards Tu Wu's lower plate.

The long sword in Tu Wu's hand was quite weird, the sword body was extremely slender, like a silver snake, under the area of Tu Wu's right hand, the sword body was cut to the right hand of the Xuanming Daoist again. (To be continued.) )