"The competition will begin immediately, and the contestants will get ready!" the voice of the middle-aged scribe sounded again, waking up the two who were meditating with their eyes closed.

Mu Bai opened his eyes, his eyes were full of cold light, the last time because he had to deliver the task to the sect, Mu Bai failed to use his hand, and now he encountered the provocation of the disciples of the Ghost Dao Sect again, Mu Bai's sword would not stop again.

Touching the storage bag with his right hand, the Xuantie magic sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and the sharp cold light on the blade shone brightly, even more cold under the illumination of the night pearl.

The disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect named Yang Fan also took out a blood-colored long knife and stood sideways, his eyes full of disdain, which showed his confidence in his own strength and his pride as a disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect.

"Go to war!"

As soon as the voice started, Mu Bai stepped forward with his sword, and the white spiritual power wrapped around the sword body, stabbing straight at Yang Fan, without giving him the slightest chance to react.

In front of Yang Fan's horizontal sword, he didn't make a defense, the blood-colored long knife suddenly changed, and it slashed out horizontally, fighting with Mu Bai's Xuantie Sword, and the trembling sound of metal collision sounded, which was extremely harsh.

The first blow was a battle, and the two were evenly matched and both took a step back. Yang Fan's eyes condensed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "The strength is not weak, but after all, it is a ghost under the knife." ”

Having said that, it is not difficult to see from Yang Fan's eyes that his attitude towards Mu Bai is no longer contemptuous, but cautious.

"So much nonsense, you still have to die. Mu Bai replied coldly, and before he finished speaking, he stepped forward with his sword. This time is different from the past, in the past, Mu Bai would also brake quietly, waiting for the opportunity to come first, but this time in the face of the people of the Ghost Dao Sect, he really couldn't bear it, and the shot was a fierce offensive.

Another sword stabbed out, Yang Fan no longer fought like before, but swung his knife horizontally, and the blow was unsuccessful, Mu Bai's sword did not stop, but swung diagonally, directly hitting Yang Fan's knife-holding hand. Who is Yang Fan, how could he easily reveal his flaws, the sword momentum changed instantly, and he changed to an upward flirtation, picking Mu Bai's sword away.

Just in the gap between the upper flirtaties, Mu Bai's footwork of stepping on the snow and looking for plum immediately began, and after only two steps, he detoured behind Yang Fan, and the Xuantie magic sword stabbed at Yang Fan's waist with a spiritual light.

Yes!

Yang Fan screamed in pain, the blood-colored long knife swung out horizontally, and went straight to Mu Bai's door, how could Mu Bai let him succeed, and then ran his footwork and retreated.

At this moment, Yang Fan's purpose was not to injure Mu Bai, but to distance the two, but the distance had just been widened, and before he could observe the wound, Mu Bai stepped forward with his sword again, facing him directly, without giving him a chance to breathe.

Break the waves!

Yang Fan was really forced to be helpless, and had to show a knife technique, only for a moment, the blood-colored long knife was cut diagonally, and the sword showed a trend of breaking the waves, facing Mu Bai's long sword, the sword was in front, and the knife was behind.

Mu Bai has never learned any serious swordsmanship except for the basic sword style, except for the night when he comprehended the sword intent, he realized a snow sword technique, and he couldn't use any other moves. In this situation, you can only run your footwork to dodge, and fortunately, this snow-seeking and plum footwork is exquisite, otherwise Mu Bai's combat power will definitely decline rapidly.

Seeing Mu Bai running his footwork and retreating, Yang Fan also stepped back, checking the wound while retreating, and then took out a pill from the storage bag and took it, so that the blood stopped at the wound.

At this time, Yang Fan's eyes were full of jealousy, and he no longer had the contempt he had before, he really couldn't figure out that this disciple named Mu Bai's swordsmanship was so tricky, his sword was inadequate, and he hit the key point.

But at this moment, Yang Fan is already difficult to ride a tiger, and the contract of life and death has been signed, and it is difficult to leave the game safely without distinguishing the winner or loser.

The two just looked at each other like this, waiting for the other party to show their flaws first, and then give a hard blow, but the battle situation was favorable to Mu Bai, and it was not good for Yang Fan, Yang Fan was injured in the waist, and dragging it down would only aggravate his injuries and make the situation worse.

The pain caused by the wound made Yang Fan's forehead covered with beads of sweat, looking at Mu Bai without a trace of panic, Yang Fan's brows were even tighter, and he couldn't help but say to himself: "No, I have to take the initiative to attack, otherwise, this battle will be lost!"

"Hey, I'll just say, at the moment when the Wang family master bets, I knew that Yang Fan was going to lose, you see, after a battle, that Mu Bai was unharmed, Yang Fan was already injured, how can this still have a chance of winning, Lao Tzu's thousand spirit stones will be in vain!" said a middle-aged monk with a sigh.

As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a scolding sounded: "Luo Laohan, you are frustrated, if it weren't for listening to your nonsense, Lao Tzu could bet on Yang Fansheng, with your qualifications and age, it is hopeless to break through the realm of refining the scriptures, but what about Lao Tzu, the three thousand spirit stones I have accumulated over the years of hard work!"

The middle-aged monk was pointed at his nose and scolded, and suddenly felt that his face could not be passed, so he stood up and replied: "Don't spew blood, it was Lao Tzu who asked you to bet, I just said casually, you want to bet the spirit stone yourself, and you want to blame me?"

The scolding of the two has not stopped, and there was a commotion in the viewing seat, all because of the suppression of Yang Fan's victory, and at this moment, seeing Yang Fan's decline, he began to complain, pointing and scolding, even so, no one dared to accuse the middle-aged manager.

These people are also sad to say, in order to practice, they have worked hard for several years but used them to gamble, once they are defeated, I am afraid that they will not be able to turn over in a few years. Among these gamblers, the senior brother of Yang Fan of the Ghost Dao Sect was the most anxious, others were just betting on a few thousand spirit stones, but he took the demon phoenix knife given by his father as a bet, this knife was a medium-grade spirit weapon, worth 100,000 spirit stones, enough for him to use until the late stage of the Refining Realm.

Some people are happy, some people are worried, and there are also people who are lucky and bet on Mu Bai to win, but even if they bet, the amount bet is not large.

Gradually, the noise in the spectator seats intensified, from complaining alone, to scolding each other, to fighting. The people in the field have not yet made a move, and the spectator seats are already in chaos.

Wang Lin sat in the front row and frowned slightly, obviously disturbed by the noise, and then said in a cold voice: "Noise! If anyone dares to make a loud noise, Wang will let him try the blade!" The voice was not loud, but it was like a flood bell and a big Lu, resounding in the ears of Ruo Ren.

In an instant, the scene was as quiet as ashes, and everyone was afraid of the prestige of the white-haired Wang Lin, and no one dared to make noise again. In this Tianlan City, no one knows the deeds of the white-haired Wang Lin, that is a man who dares to move when he sees the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce, just with their weak cultivation, if they provoke this killing star to be dissatisfied, they are afraid that they will not live for a breath, and they will be in a different place, and they will die, and it is estimated that there is no one to collect the corpse.

Song Yi was stunned, he had only heard about the deeds of this master in the past, but seeing it today was really an eye-opener for him. Hundreds of people in the venue, under the interruption of one person, no one dared to say a word, when I thought of myself, I couldn't help but think infinitely in my heart, "When will I reach such heights." ”

The little fat man on the side was smiling, without any different colors, as if all this was expected by him, and such a scene was deserved.

Break the waves!

In the end, it was Yang Fan who broke the silence first and used a knife technique to attack Mu Bai, but unfortunately Mu Bai had been guarding against Yang Fan, how could he be easily hit, before the knife arrived, Mu Bai had already used footwork to avoid it.

Yang Fan had a thousand lessons, knowing that Mu Bai's footwork was exquisite, and after breaking the waves, it was another sword, and he didn't give Mu Bai a chance to get close at all, but the knife technique was too spiritually consuming, and in just a moment, dozens of swords went out, but none of them hit Mu Bai, on the other hand, his spiritual power had been lost by more than half.

The footwork of treading clouds and looking for plum is exquisite, natural and exquisite, but it is a pity that it consumes too much physical strength, and if it continues like this, the two of them are afraid that they will run out of energy.

Thinking of this, Mu Bai stopped defending, raised his sword and continued to attack, taking advantage of his footwork, he approached Yang Fan in a few breaths and intersected with his sword. In terms of close combat, Yang Fan is obviously not Mu Bai's opponent, and after more than ten moves, Yang Fan has several more scars on his body.

It was another sword intersection, perhaps because of too much force, Yang Fan's waist injury suddenly collapsed, blood splashed out again, Yang Fan was in pain, his hand holding the red long knife trembled violently, and the whole person took a few steps backwards, such a fighter, how could Mu Bai let it go easily, and stabbed with his sword.

In a hurry, Yang Fan raised the long knife horizontally to resist, but Mu Bai used the Xuantie magic sword to pick the long knife into the air, Yang Fan lost the long knife in his hand, and the whole person suddenly panicked, wanting to turn around and escape, and Mu Bai's Xuantie magic sword stabbed again, directly piercing Yang Fan's right chest, and the hot blood flowed slowly along the blood trough, Yang Fan looked at the long sword on his chest, and his face was calm and calm, full of horror and fear.

The long sword was drawn, and Yang Fan collapsed on the ground, his face panicked. Mu Bai took the sword and wanted to end his life.

"Wait!

At this moment, Shang Chen's voice sounded in the field, Mu Bai stopped the sword he was about to cut out, stared at Shang Chen who was watching the battle, and said, "If there is a fart, let it go! ”

Shang Chen's face was gloomy, and he said in a condensed voice: "Do you know that this Yang Fan is the grandson of the elder of the Ghost Dao Sect, if you kill him today, you won't be afraid of retaliation?"

Wang Lin sat on the spectator seat, without saying a word, he wanted to see what the closed disciple of the master would do.

Mu Bai sneered and said indifferently: "Since he has already entered the ring and signed this life and death contract, he should know the consequences, if it is me who loses today, you ask yourself, will you let me go?"

Shang Chen was silent, and the disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect did not speak. Seeing that the two were silent, Mu Bai sneered even more in his heart.

After a while, the Ghost Dao Sect disciple stood up and said in a deep voice: "In addition to my mid-grade spirit weapon Demon Phoenix Knife, I will give you an additional 100,000 spirit stones in exchange for Yang Fan's life, how about it?"

"One hundred thousand spirit stones, Yang Fan, your life is really valuable!" Mu Bai looked at Yang Fan, who was slumped to the ground, and sneered. As he spoke, Mu Bai raised the long sword in his hand again.

The Ghost Dao Sect's disciple's eyes froze, and he said, "What's the matter, a hundred thousand spirit stones are not satisfied? How much do you want, be careful not to let greed break your guts." ”

Mu Bai suddenly smiled, smiling very happily, staring at the Ghost Dao Sect disciple, and asked lightly: "Evil Barrier, you can see clearly with wide eyes, do I look like the kind of person who lacks spirit stones?"

As soon as the words fell, the Xuantie magic sword was cut out of Mu Bai's hand, and Yang Fan's head was cut off by Mu Bai's sword. Knock, knock, knock

Boom! The sound of explosion came, and the disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect sat down on the wooden chair and was instantly blasted into slag by it, and the whole person stood up suddenly, his eyes full of fierceness.

Then he pointed at Mu Bai with one hand and said, "The surname Mu, this matter will not be good, if you kill the grandson of my Ghost Dao Sect elder, you will definitely be retaliated." ”

"What, my junior brother Wang Lin, you dare to threaten?" the white-haired Wang Lin stood up from his seat, turned his back to the disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect, and said in a deep voice.

Shang Chen hurriedly stood up and said: "Uncle Wang, this matter started because of me, it was really a misdiscipline of my master and nephew, now that Yang Fan is dead, the grudge will naturally dissipate, and we will leave." After speaking, he picked up the disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect and walked out of the field.

"Wang said you can go!" Wang Lin's voice was like a sharp sword, breaking through the space and stabbing straight at Shang Chen and the others.

Poof!

Pierced by Wang Lin's sharp sword turned into a sound wave, the two of them seemed to have been hit hard, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then their faces showed a look of horror, and they looked at Wang Lin nervously, even the disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect who was arrogant just now kept silent and looked at Wang Lin's back tightly.

Wang Lin's voice sounded again: "Go back and tell your father, this Tianlan City, it is still my Wang family who has the final say, if you dare to target my son again, my sword will personally go to greet you." Now that I'm done, you can get out!"