As soon as Xuanming Daoren's right hand turned, the direction of the dust immediately changed again, and this time it rolled towards the long sword in Tu Wu's hand.

Tu Wu sneered in his heart, and the long sword in his hand not only did not take it back, but slashed towards the dust. Tu Wu's long sword came from an ancient ruin, and it was a good sword for cutting gold and iron, and sharpening iron like clay, so in Tu Wu's opinion, Xuanming Daoist's move was undoubtedly to move stones.

The dusty tail was wrapped around the thin sword in an instant, and the Xuanming Daoist pulled it into his arms. There is no scene where Tu Wu's tail is broken, but where the thin sword and the tail are entangled, sparks continue to burst out. It turned out that the dust whisk in the hands of the Xuanming Dao people was made of a tail, but an extremely soft filament, with a hardness comparable to steel.

But despite the sparks, with the pull of the Xuanming Daoist, some filaments began to fall one after another, obviously invincible to the hardness of the long sword.

Xuan Ming Daoren's brows furrowed slightly, and the next moment, without hesitation, his right wrist shook violently, instantly shaking away Tu Wu's long sword, and at the same time, the dust slashed Tu Wu's left rib obliquely from bottom to top.

Sweeping, winding, pulling, shaking, and splitting, it can be said that it can be done in one go, but Tu Wu is also a master in the early stage of the Heavenly Order, and the strain speed is also extremely fast.

The eye dart was close, and the Xuanming Daoist changed direction with his right hand, quickly raised, first avoiding the long sword, and then rolling up the dark dart in the air. With a flip of the wrist, the dark dart was swept up in the dust and thrown back in the direction of Tu Wu.

Ever since the two masters of the early stage of the Heavenly Rank had fought each other, Qiao Yun's divine sense had never left, and watching the moves of the Heavenly Rank masters was also the best opportunity for Qiao Yun to learn and learn from them.

There is not much difference between the strength of Tu Wu and Xuanming Dao people, although Tu Wu's strength is slightly superior. But after all, he is young, and his combat experience is somewhat different from that of Xuan Ming Dao. Although the Xuanming Daoist side had Tu Qi's help, Tu Wu relied on the advantage of the sharpness of the long sword, and for a while he was on par with the Xuanming Daoist and Tu Qi.

The competition between these three people is several times more exciting than Tu 19 and Tu 20, and almost every round of the three of them is full of dangers, as long as they are slightly one step behind. Or if you move half a beat slower, you will be seriously injured immediately.

Half an hour passed in a hurry, and the three of them had been fighting for I don't know how many rounds, although Xuanming Dao and Tu Qi were fighting one person, Tu Qi was just a martial artist of the late stage of the Great Perfection, and there was still an insurmountable gap between him and the master of the Heavenly Rank, so he couldn't fight Tu Wu head-on, so he could only carry out a sneak attack from behind.

In this way, although Tu Wu had to deal with Tu Qi's sneak attacks from time to time. But in fact, the main energy is on dealing with the Xuanming Dao people. Although the Xuanming Dao people have rich combat experience, their strength is not good, and Tu Wu is much better than the physical strength of the Xuanming Dao people after all, so as the competition progresses, the physical strength of the Xuanming Dao people is slightly exhausted.

Qiao Yun saw this, the yellow-faced disciples and Wang Weiyi who were sitting in the stands saw it, and Tu Wu himself also saw it. Tu Wu sneered in his heart, and the moves in his hand intensified, pressing on the Xuanming Daoist step by step. Don't give the other party a chance to breathe, and at the same time secretly watch out for Tu Qi's sneak attack. Avoid capsizing in the gutter.

Another stick of incense time passed, and the tricks of the Xuanming Daoist gradually showed signs of slowing down, and the dust whisk in his hand was also more likely to parry, and the attack was becoming less and less.

Tu Wu was not in a hurry, but was attacking and waiting. Waiting for a perfect opportunity to defeat the Xuanming Dao people and Tu Qi in one fell swoop.

The long sword was pushed horizontally, and a silver snake rushed towards the face door of the Xuanming Daoist and stabbed at the door, and the Xuanming Daoist's right hand turned sharply, and his body retreated at the same time. The filaments of the dust swept flat from below towards the blade of the long sword, intending to swing the long sword away.

Seeing that Tu Wu was chasing Xuan Ming Daoren, and a flaw was exposed behind him, Tu Qi was slightly happy in his heart, and with a dagger in his hand, he quietly attacked Tu Wu behind him.

It's just that he just took in, and before he got close, he saw Tu Wu suddenly turn sideways, a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth on the side of his face, Tu Wu's left hand waved suddenly, and more than a dozen dark darts were thrown out together in an instant, these dark darts were overwhelming, covering almost all the positions on Tu Qi's body, making Tu Qi unavoidable.

Such a close distance, coupled with the speed of the dark dart, Tu Qi felt bad in his heart, and while his body exploded, the dagger in his hand flew up and down, and the attacking dark dart fell. However, how could Tu Qi's speed catch up with the speed of the dark darts flying, he only dialed a few, avoided a few sideways, and the rest all entered Tu Qi's body.

These dark darts did not enter the body, and there was no extremely bloody scene, but for Tu Qi, they were seriously injured in an instant, and his body involuntarily fell backwards and fell to the ground.

All this happened in the moment of lightning and fire, when the long sword in Tu Wu's right hand was swept away by the dust, and the dust that blocked the sight of the Xuanming Daoist moved away, the Xuanming Daoist saw the scene of Tu Qizhong's dart falling to the ground.

The Xuanming Daoist was distracted for a moment, but Tu Wu would not let go of this opportunity, the reason why the Xuanming Daoist swung his long sword was for this opportunity. Tu Wu's right hand quickly exerted force, and then the long sword was raised high, and it smashed downward.

Instantly came back to his senses, seeing the long sword falling, in a hurry, Xuanming Daoist brushed the dust upwards again, and at the same time retreated sharply. With a click, the long sword did not make contact with the filament, but slashed directly at the dust handle, cutting the dust handle in two. However, the downward trend of the long sword did not weaken, and it was cut down all the time, and the Xuanming Daoist couldn't dodge, and a deep to shallow wound was scratched from his right shoulder to his right rib.

The long sword slashed to his waist, but did not go down again, Tu Wu's right hand quickly stabilized the downward trend of the long sword, and at the same time handed the long sword forward and picked it up.

"Poor Dao recognizes ......" Xuanming Daoist dodged the downward slash, and originally wanted to admit defeat, but before he could say the word, he was pierced through the heart by the long sword.

In an instant, there was no slightest sense of pain in his whole body, and Xuan Ming Daoist only felt that his whole body was empty, and his eyes that were staring at Tu Wu gradually dilated, and his pupils gradually dilated, losing their luster.

Pulling back the long sword, Tu Wu was expressionless, wiped the blood stains on the long sword on the clothes of the fallen Xuanming Daoist, and Tu Wu put the long sword back into the scabbard. glanced at Tu Qi on the ground, without speaking, turned around and returned to the place where he was sitting and sat down.

"Tu Wusheng. The middle-aged scribe's face was flat, "Take Tu Qi down to heal his wounds, collect the corpse of the Xuanming Daoist, and send it back to Xuantian Temple." ”

The middle-aged scribe's voice fell, and immediately several black-clothed killers walked out of Tu Wu and Tu Qi's team, the black-clothed killers in Tu Wu's team brought back the corpse of the Xuanming Daoist and the dust that was broken in two, and the black-clothed killer in Tu Qi's team carried Tu Qi, whose face was as white as paper, back into the team.

A Heaven Rank master died in front of him like this, but Wei You, Wang Weiyi, the middle-aged scribes, and even most of the black-clothed killers in the audience had flat expressions, as if this kind of helper being killed was a normal thing at the Slaughter Conference.

Qiao Yun frowned slightly, if it was said that he killed a heaven-level master by mistake, this Tu Wu was obviously deliberate, and the words of the middle-aged scribe were even more thought-provoking, a heaven-level master died at this Tu Trumpet Conference, even if Wu Tu didn't hide it, he actually let people send the body back, which really revealed an arrogant meaning!

"Challenge Tu Yi. While Qiao Yun was thinking, the man in black who was sitting in the second place in the south stood up, this person was burly and had a resolute face, but behind a pair of eyes, there was a deep dark color.

The man in black was silent, and the yellow-faced disciple in the stands stood up and said loudly: "The big disciple of the Five Poisons Gang, Gaoluan, help Tu Er." ”

With that, the yellow-faced disciple flew off the stands and stood beside the man in black in the center of the field.

Tu Yi was about forty years old, not tall, with a slightly hunched back, and slowly stood up after Tu Er's challenge, and walked into the center of the field. Beside him was a big man with a double hammer, more than two meters tall, standing there like a giant tower, and even when he walked, it seemed that the earth would tremble.

"Seven Towers Palace, the Lord of the Silver Yuan Palace, Kuai Ze, helped Tu Yi. The big man said loudly, the sound was like a bell, and it shook people's eardrums, and some of the weaker Yellow Order killers even had the illusion of being hit hard.

Soon, the four of them fought together, Kuai Ze and Tu Yi were both ancient martial arts cultivators in the middle of the Heavenly Order, and Tu Er was the peak cultivation in the early stage of the Heavenly Order, and Gao Luan was even worse, only the Great Perfection of the Earth Rank was cultivated, originally this competition should have an overwhelming advantage on one side, but because Gao Luan was a disciple of the Five Poisons Gang, it made the outcome of this competition turn around.

Kuai Ze and Tu Yi obviously know very well about the Five Poison Gang's good use of poison, and they are also quite afraid of Gaoluan, so as soon as the two of them make a move, they will never give Gaoluan any chance to free up their hands to carry out poisonous attacks, and at the same time, both of them are also extremely cautious, for fear that one will accidentally fall into Gaoluan's way.

Kuai Ze danced with a silver hammer, flying up and down, Tu Er couldn't get close at all, and Gao Luan was tied up in the hammer and couldn't get out. Tu Yi used a scimitar, and the scimitar was inserted in the shadow of the hammer, specializing in Gaoluan, and Tu Er ignored it.

Tu Yi and Kuai Ze's goal is very clear, that is, to kill Gaoluan first, and Tu Er is not in a hurry, as long as Gaoluan is killed, Tu Er will not pose any threat at all, and at that time, the two of them will be in charge.

Gao Luan was an earth-level Great Perfection master, and there were two opponents of the mid-heaven-level masters, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them were afraid of his poisonous attack and didn't dare to get too close to him, Gaoluan would have been in a different place for the first time. Despite this, Gao Luan was also unable to dodge, and in just half a pillar of incense, he was injured three times by the scimitar, and there was even a scar that was deep and visible to the bone. (To be continued.) )