Nie Ying's voice attracted the attention of everyone present, two of them locked their eyes on Xingfeng's body, one was Chen Xinlin of the Wanchao Chamber of Commerce, when she heard the word "Xingfeng", her heart instantly rippled, was he really the Xingfeng he Kecheng knew? No matter what, she couldn't watch "Xingfeng" seek death, and quickly chased after "Xingfeng" by using her own body method.

And the other Luoyun Sect's flowing water is also showing his body method and chasing towards Xingfeng, what he is worried about is not the safety of Xingfeng, but the falling flowers in Xingfeng's arms, Xingfeng wants to seek death and has nothing to do with him, but Xingfeng is holding Luohua to seek death, he will definitely stop it.

For a while, the three of them chased after Xingfeng from three directions, but no matter how they chased after them, Xingfeng's speed was much faster than theirs, and when Xingfeng was about to fall off the cliff, Flowing Water took the lead and said loudly: "Xingfeng, if there is anything you can sit down and talk slowly, there is no need to be so extreme, although you are from the local forces of the Heavenly Sword Mansion, our Luoyun Sect is still very reasonable, as long as you get the approval of our sect, the sect will not interfere with you and Luohua." ”

Flowing Water could only think of Xing Feng making such a decision, it should be because of the pressure of the Luoyun Sect, with his background to be with Luohua, the people of the Luoyun Sect would definitely not agree, so he decided to take Luohua to martyrdom?

The words of flowing water were very reasonable, and for a while, everyone present thought that Xing Feng was preparing to take the falling flowers to martyrdom, and Nie Ying on the side said loudly: "Xing Feng, don't do stupid things, isn't it just a Luoyun Sect? ”

In the eyes of outsiders, the determination of the "martyrdom" of the torture wind was very resolute, and it seemed that no words could shake the pace of the progress of the torture wind.

Lang Dongchen, who was standing on the side, glanced at Xing Feng and said to the bitter silence beside him, "Do you see anything?" Although he didn't know Xing Feng, judging from the feeling that Xing Feng gave him, Xing Feng didn't look like a martyr.

Ku Silent shook his head and said, "No, there is no evil aura on his body, it is obvious that what he is doing now is his own behavior, and there is no control by others." ”

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed on Lang Dongchen's face, he knew that Ku Silence had a special ability to clearly perceive any evil aura, at first he thought that Xing Feng was controlled by something, so he made such a move, but Ku Lone's words made him deny this idea, at this point, he believed in Ku Lone's words very much, Ku Lin said that there is no evil aura, then there must be no evil aura.

"Torture Wind...!"

With Nie Ying's loud shout, Xingfeng and Luohua jumped off the cliff, and when Nie Ying and the others came to the cliff, Xingfeng's figure had disappeared into the dense fog on the Tianshan Mountain.

The expression on Liushui's face became extremely sad, his eyes were red, he knelt beside the cliff and looked down, and shouted loudly: "Sister..." After a while, a tear came out of the corner of his eye and fell to the ground.

Seeing Xing Feng jumping off the cliff, Chen Xinlin's mood was quite stable, she didn't have a lot of intersection with Xing Feng, the reason why she came to stop Xing Feng was that she didn't want people like Xing Feng to die, so she immediately took out the trial token from the space ring, wondering if Xing Feng was really dead?

As long as the people who participate in this competition, their names will be displayed in the trial token, and if someone dies, it will be displayed in the trial token, and when Chen Xinlin saw that the names of the torture stone and the falling flower had darkened, she said softly: "Festival mourning!"

No one thought that Xingfeng, who had just received the attention of all forces, would jump into the cliff with a falling flower and be martyred, such a result was something that no one expected, especially some people who had something to do with Xingfeng, they couldn't believe that Xingfeng actually made a martyrdom move.

For a while, the expressions on the faces of the people who had something to do with Xingfeng in the arena looked very sad, and the eyes of everyone in the Luohua Sect and the Luoyun Sect were full of killing intent, and they thought that Luohua's death was caused by Xingfeng, and the two forces became tense.

"The time to ascend the ladder for three days has arrived, this competition is officially over, and the top 1,000 martial artists can enter the Heavenly Sword Gate. ”

Time flies, three hours after the "martyrdom" of the torture wind and falling flowers, with a sound that resounded through the sky, this time the entrance assessment of the Heavenly Sword Gate officially came to an end.

As soon as this voice fell, the space of the ladder began to distort, slowly becoming blurred, and when the people on the ladder saw the space around them clearly, they had already appeared in the arena of the inner city of trial, neatly arranged on the high platform in the center of the arena.

"Running water!"

"Walk the world!"

"Nie Ying!"

...

When they appeared on the high platform, ninety percent of the people in the arena shouted for their favorite person, and in an instant, it made people's blood boil.

Suddenly, an old man dressed in white stepped on a long sword and levitated on the high platform, when the old man appeared, the space around him was slightly distorted, and a monstrous pressure that could not be described in words permeated the arena, making everyone present feel a dull feeling in their hearts.

With the appearance of the old man, the people who were still shouting loudly before were all quiet for a while.

The old man's blazing eyes swept over the people present, and the people who were swept suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies, and they didn't dare to look at the old man, bowed their heads and said nothing, the old man saw this, waved his big hand, and the monstrous pressure disappeared instantly, and said in a deep voice: "The entrance assessment of the Heavenly Sword Gate is officially over, and those who have not entered the thousand please leave by themselves." ”

As soon as the old man's words fell, someone from the crowd below suddenly began to walk down the stairs next to the high platform, and each of them showed a look of unwillingness and regret on their faces.

"Senior, this is not fair, the eighth and ninth ranked people have died, why haven't their places been allocated?" And at this moment, a young man in white arched his hand towards the old man and said loudly.

The old man frowned, looked at the young man who spoke sharply, and said in a deep voice, "What kind of power are you?"

"Back to the seniors, the younger generations are from the Four-Star Sect of the Anti-Heaven Mansion, the Xingyi Sect. The boy bowed and said.

As soon as the words fell, the young man turned into a pile of minced meat and scattered on the high platform, the old man didn't even look at it, and said in a deep voice: "How can the rules of the Heavenly Sword Sect be questioned by your junior?"

The person who ranked one thousand and one did not dare to speak out when he saw the death of the young man, and quickly walked down the stairs next to him, in fact, he also wanted to open his mouth at first, but he endured it, and now he was afraid for a while in his heart, if he didn't hold back, his fate would definitely be the same as that young man.

As these people left, the number of people who remained on the high platform was greatly reduced, and less than a thousand people were left standing on the high platform.