In addition to the twin cities in the dragon soul, only Ameng, Yang Tianhao, and Lao Wu went there.

The widened Shuangcheng Square is three times larger than before, and it is still crowded at a glance, most of them are disciples of the Shuangcheng faction, and the chairman is the sect leader of the three forces in this big competition, Wu Ming, the master of the famous sword Tianmen, Qin Guihai, the lord of Qingyun Castle, and Shu Jianfeng, the head of the Shuangcheng faction, they are far away, and there are several elders sitting behind them, and behind Shu Jianfeng are the two city lords and Shu Jianfan and several other elders, their faces are pale.

On the left and right are the seats of the just forces, representing the old pavilion master of the Chuangyi Pavilion Meng Wuregret, the ruler of the Youyue Dynasty Fei Tianyin and the valley lord of the Pear Blossom Valley Xiao Jian'an, the princess of Mingyang Guan Xiaoping, and the other is a lonely man, Yang Tianhao's master, Chang Qian, the first master of Mingyang City, and a middle-aged man at the end of the middle-aged man with a rather ugly face, Yi Liang, the city lord of Mingyang City, Yi Qingyan's father.

He was forced to come here to be fair, he didn't say a word for a few days, and in front of many masters, he was not qualified to speak, even if he spoke, it was related to Mingyang Palace, and in this regard, he was extremely disgusted with Guan Xiaoping in his heart.

Of course, Yi Qingyan was about to play today, but he never persuaded him, so he asked Guan Xiaoping to come forward in a low voice, so that Qingyun Castle and the famous sword Tianmen men would be merciful.

Of course, except for Moxiang Shuxiang and Qiqingfang, which were invited by the Shuangcheng faction, the rest were all ill-intentioned people invited by Qingyun Fort and the Famous Sword Tianmen, such as the Crane Howling Gate, the Tiger Roaring Hall, the Qishan Gang and other forces, all of which were based on Qingyun Castle.

The ring is separated by an iron fence for 100 meters, leaving a circle of open space, and there are still blood stains on the ground and in the ring, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Ten meters away from the ring, on a spacious platform of the same height, sat four representatives of the judging forces of justice, namely Dong Donghai, the master of the Wentang Hall of the Creation Art Pavilion, Fei Tianming, the prince of the Youyue Dynasty, Wen Puwei, the master of the Mingyang Palace, and Yang Hui, the great elder of the Pear Blossom Valley.

Outside the iron fence are the disciples and fighters of the various forces who came to observe, and a small passage was automatically set aside between the various forces, which was clearly divided, and simple stools were spread all over the square, and there were still countless Shuangcheng sect disciples in the outermost circle, and there was no place to occupy.

Hao Tianxiao and the others stood in a high corridor leading to the square, looking at the people of Shuangchengmen below who had been treated unfairly as the home field, and they didn't even have seats, and they couldn't help but feel blocked.

From Yi Qingyan's mouth, they had learned that all the tables, chairs, and stools, including the metal ring, were provided by Qingyun Castle and the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate, and the head of Shu Da had said from the beginning that Shuangcheng would not entertain any unrelated people except for entertaining friends this time, and brought their own rations.

Shu Jianfeng did it, except for providing food, clothing, housing and transportation for the creation of the art pavilion, the rest were ignored, what is the love, it is also a change from the elegant and benevolent style of the past, and has done something that makes the people of Shuangchengmen happy, from this incident, everyone also knows that Shu Jianfeng has completely torn his face and is ready to shed the last drop of blood.

"Senior brother, the two adjacent forces in the north of the Ring are the fighters of Qingyun Castle and the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate. Yi Qingyan was behind the pillar, and vaguely pointed down to remind Hao Tianxiao, and said: "The one-eyed man sitting in the middle of the front row is Qin Bo, and he has the highest cultivation. ”

Hao Tianxiao nodded, Lao Wu sneered, and said, "The cultivation of the eighth layer of the Great Martial Arts is indeed not bad in the south, but your senior brother can make him lie down with a heavy sword!"

Yi Qingyan frowned and looked at this blonde young man, a little puzzled, how can a martial artist talk so much in the later stage, the senior brother is also a late warrior, and it is reasonable to be killed by someone else's sword.

Yang Tianhao glanced at Lao Wu and said, "Lao Wu, don't say anything!"

Lao Wu pursed his lips, knowing that his mouth was about to be lost, and he would not say anything more if the occasion was wrong, but at this time, he found that Amon looked at the direction that Yi Qingyan had just pointed out with a solemn face, and couldn't help but say, "Captain, what's wrong?"

Amun's eyes did not move, his cheeks bulged high, as if he was gritting his teeth, and said: "Old Wu, don't be quiet, look at the back of leaving!"

Lao Wu looked at it quietly, the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and he replied: "Long Xiuzhu!

Amon tried his best not to let his gaze overflow the murderous intention, looking at the distant back, he was still dressed in white, but he lacked the previous emerald lace, and his cultivation was a third-layer general.

While thinking about it, on the judging platform next to the ring, Dong Donghai said loudly: "The competition begins, please send fighters from Shuangcheng to the field!"

Dong Donghai's face was expressionless, and his tone did not have any emotion, he belonged to the Creative Arts Pavilion, if it wasn't for the old pavilion master's personal arrangement, and for the sake of the monarch Wen Yiming's face, he was unwilling to share the stage with these people, in his heart, it was completely blasphemous justice.

Yang Qingsheng was emaciated, the second-level cultivation of the martial artist, and he belonged to the veteran core disciples of the besieged city, and the time for Hao Tianxiao and others to get started was about the same, and he slowly walked into the ring, only hugged a punch in the direction of Shu Jianfeng, and ignored everyone.

Hao Tianxiao's fist bones exploded, and he could see the will to die in Yang Qingsheng's indifferent eyes.

There is no need to judge and remind him that a young man with seven out of his twenties walked out of the side of the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate, who was also emaciated and his eyes were slightly sunken, Yi Qingyan introduced: "This is Chen Jiuzhang, a sixth-level martial artist cultivator, who will appear every day. ”

Deng Aowei snorted lightly, knowing that this Chen Jiuzhang was equivalent to killing the three of their fellow disciples, Shu Yilan gently grabbed Deng Aowei and said, "Don't be impulsive, the rules won't change because of us." ”

"Do you want to watch them die? Deng Aowei gritted her teeth and looked at Hao Tianxiao, "Senior Sister Yi will also play later, are we here to watch the blood of our fellow brothers splashed on the spot?"

Hao Tianxiao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "They came prepared, even the old Meng's predecessors failed to win more opportunities, Aowei, don't be sideways." ”

"Senior Sister Deng!" Yi Qingyan pursed her lips and smiled, "I was sent to Shuangcheng by my father since I was a child, and I fought for Shuangcheng and died without regrets!"

As the judges below sounded the gong, the two sides held each other, Chen Jiuzhang sneered and sacrificed a heavy sword that did not match his body shape, which was four layers higher than the opponent's cultivation, and he could kill it within three breaths.

The quick battle of heavy sword suppression is the fighting style of the famous sword Tianmen, the broadsword used by Yang Qingsheng connected two swords in three breaths, blood sprayed wildly, and in the process of retreating, Chen Jiuzhang was supported in the heart by one leg, but he did not fall, and he held the broadsword with both hands to support his body, and he was already angry.

Deng Aowei shook off Shu Yilan, flew down, and landed on the edge of the ring, gritting her teeth and staring at Yang Qingsheng, whose pupils were dilated, and couldn't help but blur her vision.

Chen Jiuzhang stood proudly with a pestle and sword, condescending, and coldly watched Hao Tianxiao and others fall under the ring, there was a fair judgment, he was not afraid at all, who dared to go on stage in violation of the law, Chuangyi Pavilion had nothing to say.

Yang Qing sent back the light, looked at Hao Tianxiao and the others, vomited blood again and again, and suddenly screamed sadly, "Kill ——!"

Blood spurted out with a roar, and Yang Qingsheng fell to the ground with a heavy blow, his eyes wide open.