The young man in white is very real about the sword in his hand, this is an extremely precious thing he gave after being accepted by his master as an inner disciple, and the young man in white has used this sword to perform countless sword moves and kill countless characters over the years.

However, the sword that accompanied him for so many days and nights was scratched by Qiao Yun, which made the young man in white feel heartache and anger at the same time, while controlling the long sword and trying not to touch the dagger in Qiao Yun's hand, he continued to perform sharp killing moves, these sword moves can be said to be extremely ruthless, as long as Qiao Yun can't dodge, he will definitely be seriously injured.

Seeing that the dagger could not destroy the long sword of the young man in white, Qiao Yun frowned slightly, and thought of a way to deal with it while dodging the killing moves of the young man in white.

In the poisonous attack Qiao Yun's hands, only seven steps of rosemary can be cast, and the rest of the poisons are not in powder form, which can make people inhale and poison. And destroying the sword will not work, although the sword in the hand of the young man in white is not as tough as Dichen, it is not much worse, and it cannot shake the foundation of the sword for a moment or three. In addition, Qiao Yun's strength has to be suppressed in the middle of the ground level, which is the biggest restriction on Qiao Yun.

While thinking about it, Qiao Yun noticed that the sword moves of the young man in white were becoming more and more powerful, and his intention was already self-evident, obviously wanting to kill himself.

Originally, Qiao Yun didn't have a good impression of this young man in white, but at this moment, Qiao Yun was restrained everywhere, but this young man was killing step by step, which couldn't help but make Qiao Yun's heart angry, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Although Qiao Yun is unwilling to take the initiative to provoke right and wrong, he will never let others take care of it!

Narrowly and dangerously avoiding a few sharp sword moves, Qiao Yun's mind turned sharply. Suddenly, a spiritual root flashed in Qiao Yun's mind, and the corners of Qiao Yun's mouth couldn't help but have a smile that was incomprehensible.

Qiao Yun suddenly put away the dagger in his hand, and then dodged the sword move at the same time. His right hand reached into his bosom and took out a small jade bottle. A handful of crushed jade bottles, shook off the fragments, and a pill lay quietly in Qiao Yun's palm, which was then swallowed by Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun's sudden action made the white-clothed young man feel a little uneasy in his heart, and his sword moves tightened a little, but soon his gaze became solemn. I saw Qiao Yun dodging at the same time. The momentum on his body suddenly soared, soaring upwards from the middle of the ground level.

The peak of the middle stage of the ground level, the late stage of the ground level, and the peak of the late stage of the ground level, and the soaring momentum on Qiao Yun's body still did not stop. It soared until the Great Perfection of the late stage of the Earth Level, and when he was only one line away from stepping into the Heavenly Level, Qiao Yun's cultivation stopped.

This scene was not only shocked by the young man in white, but also Wang Weiyi, who was sitting in the stands, also stared slightly. Wei You, who had always looked flat, also had fluctuations on his face. Huang Mian was even more shocked and stood up, obviously a little incredulous about what was happening in front of him.

Tu Fifteen, who was fighting with Tu Twenty, chuckled in his heart, and Tu Twenty was in good spirits after seeing Qiao Yun's strength soar, and in the laughter, he stepped up his attack on Tu Fifteen.

"This pill is really magical!" Qiao Yun clenched the fists of his hands, as if he felt the full strength of his body, and then looked at the young man in white coldly, and sneered: "Suffer death!"

Qiao Yun's vain increase in momentum had already made the young man in white a little frightened. If he faced a late-stage martial artist, the young man in white still had the confidence to fight. But in the face of a late-stage Great Perfection martial artist, he knew that he was not an opponent at all.

The young man in white had cowardice before he fought, and his sword moves were weak, and he fled into the distance. But how could Qiao Yun give him a chance to escape, he had been suppressing his cultivation in the middle of the ground level, and he was pressed and beaten by this white-clothed young man for a long time, which can be described as dangerous, and now that he can perform real cultivation, Qiao Yun will definitely not be relenting.

Between two steps, Qiao Yun caught up with the young man in white, and the dagger in his right hand appeared again, sneering and stabbing at the back of the young man in white.

The young man in white's pupils shrank suddenly, he never thought that Qiao Yun would catch up with him so quickly, and in a hurry, he didn't have time to think about it, and the long sword was thrown back violently.

Qiao Yun's gaze was flat, and he easily avoided the long sword of the young man in white, and the dagger stabbed down without hesitation. However, at the moment when the dagger pierced the placket of the white-clothed young man's clothes and was about to pierce into the back of his heart, a soft halo appeared without symptoms, blocking Qiao Yun's inevitable blow.

Although the halo blocked Qiao Yun's blow, it was also trembling violently, almost bursting. Qiao Yun's eyes flashed slightly, his left hand turned into a palm, and without waiting for the young man in white to react, he made a palm on his heart.

This palm contained Qiao Yun's tenth-tenth strength, the soft halo trembled, and it was immediately shattered, and all the remaining power of this palm smashed on the body of the young man in white.

The young man in white couldn't withstand Qiao Yun's blow at all, his body flew straight out, and he didn't land until he landed by the river, his face was pale, and he spit out some fragments of internal organs in his mouth, and his spirit was even more depressed in an instant.

Qiao Yun walked towards the white-clothed young man step by step calmly, but his heart was not calm, and Qiao Yun could see at a glance that it was something from the white-clothed young man's body. This thing can block its own blows, and although its quality is not up to the level of an inferior defensive weapon, it is not ordinary. For a disciple to carry such a self-defense thing, it seems that this Divine Sword Sect is by no means a small sect.

"You don't... You can't kill me......" The young man in white spat at the bloody foam, looked at Qiao Yun who was gradually approaching and continued, "My master is... It's the head of the Divine Sword Sect... Cough...... If you kill me......"

"If I kill you, your master will definitely not let me go, right?" Qiao Yun squatted down and said flatly.

The young man in white nodded slightly, but the horror in his eyes was even stronger, because he didn't see any worries and thoughts in Qiao Yun's eyes at all.

Qiao Yun smiled faintly, "Even if I don't kill you, can it be that after you return to the Divine Sword Sect, you can swallow this breath, and your master won't find my Five Poisons Gang?"

"I ......" The young man in white was about to defend himself, but his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the black dagger inserted in his chest in disbelief, he couldn't believe that Qiao Yun really dared to kill him.

Hasn't he heard of Master's name? Isn't he afraid that Master will retaliate against him? Could it be that my Divine Sword Sect has really fallen to this point! Even a disciple of a small Five Poison Gang who was unknown in the past dared to kill me! However, this series of thoughts disappeared as the breath of the young man in white was cut off.

Pulling out the dagger, Qiao Yun stood up calmly and walked towards Tu Twenty and Tu Fifteen, who were fighting.

Although the two were fighting, they still knew that Shaoyuan of the Divine Sword Sect had died in the hands of Qiao Yun, Tu Fifteen sighed lightly and said, "Don't fight, my sister admits defeat." ”

Tu Twenty stopped the offensive and glanced at Tu Fifteen flatly, "Accept." ”

Bowing slightly to Tu Twenty and Qiao Yun, Tu Fifteen turned around gloomily and returned to the front of his team and sat down.

Qiao Yun nodded to Tu Twenty and returned to the stands. After Qiao Yun sat down, Huang Mian couldn't help but ask, "Third brother, ...... your strength?"

"Forcibly promoted with medicine, this is something I got from a child of a family unintentionally, and I haven't used it, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this moment. Qiao Yun explained in a hoarse voice.

In fact, what Qiao Yun took was not a drug to improve his strength at all, but a Huiqi Pill, as for the theory that the drug was forcibly improved, Qiao Yun thought that when he was in the Yin family, the head of the Yin family had increased his strength after taking the medicine.

Huang Mian has also heard of this medicine, but he has never seen anyone take it with his own eyes, and at this moment, listening to Qiao Yun's explanation, he is not as surprised as before, after all, every disciple of the Five Poisons Gang has his own secrets, he is so, and the same is true for Orange Mian, everyone has their own hole cards, so Huang Mian will not say much.

Qiao Yun and Huang Mian's conversation Wang Weiyi and Wei You both listened to it, and the two of them had also heard of this medicine that could instantly improve their strength, so they withdrew their gazes at Qiao Yun.

After the middle-aged scribe announced the results of the competition, another slaughter killer began to challenge.

Half an hour later, Qiao Yun controlled his own strength and began to slowly suppress downward, declining downward from the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Ground Level, until he fell below the middle of the Ground Level, and finally stayed at the level of the early stage of the Ground Level.

Qiao Yun still tried and tested again and again because the martial artists couldn't see this after he suppressed his strength, so Qiao Yun was not worried that Wang Weiyi would be able to see any clues. And Wang Weiyi really didn't see any clues, seeing that Qiao Yun's strength had fallen to the early stage of the ground, he didn't doubt him, because he also knew that the drugs that forcibly improved his strength had side effects.

After another half an hour or so, the competition between the Killers finally ended. After that, no one dared to challenge Tu 20, and Tu 20 finally managed to retain his sixth place, and the top five were Tu 2, Tu 1, Tu 5, Tu 7 and Tu 6.

Tu Twenty is very happy to get the sixth position, you must know that although he is also a slaughter number killer, the cultivation resources that can be allocated by the organization will be doubled every time he is promoted, which means that his strength will improve faster.

"The competition between the Slaughter Killers is over, and the next step is to fight for the last five Slaughter positions. The middle-aged scribe glanced at a black-clothed killer in the audience and said slowly.

As soon as the middle-aged scribe's voice fell, a black-clothed killer stood up, "I want the sixteenth position, is there anyone who wants to compete with me!"

The eyes of all the black-clothed killers present were focused on the person who spoke, this person was very thin, but he was a martial artist at the peak of the middle of the ground level. The vast majority of black-clothed killers have already recognized that this person is the twentieth person who was finally squeezed out of the last Tu Trumpet Conference due to Tu Nineteen challenging Tu Twentie.

For a while, there was silence in the field, all the killers knew that this person was powerful, and there were five remaining slaughter positions, and this person would definitely occupy one, so no one was willing to compete with this person for a while. (To be continued.) )