For a quarter of an hour, the audience continued to talk, but the hostile forces held back their anger and did not say a word, their faces were extremely unnatural, and they lost their old chatter and laughter.

With the return of Wen Yiming, the twin cities began to turn the tables and reversed, and the hourglass of time pushed death to the other side, this tormenting feeling made the fighters on both sides of Qingyun Castle feel like pins and needles, and they were afraid of it, knowing that they would die, they finally realized the preciousness of the disciples who died in the battle of Shuangcheng.

The Qingyun Castle fighter felt that he didn't know how to get out under Dong Donghai's several reminders, and when he stood in the ring, he felt as if his blood was solidified, and the invisible chill made him dare not use his residual vision to look at the corpse nailed to the horizontal wooden elevated shelf, he was afraid that he would collapse in the next moment.

The hammer struck out the hour of death, Wen Yiming repeated his old skills, and in the early stage of a great martial artist, he was not qualified to expose his strength in front of Long Xiuzhu.

The wind did not even turn into the wind, and intercepted it between the rings, and after five breaths of torture, a bloody corpse was once again nailed to the horizontal wooden elevated platform in the shock, and both corpses were pierced through the throat by spears, and blood dripped from them.

The Qingyun Fort Observation Area seemed to be stimulated by blood, and a middle-aged deacon stood up with his halberd finger roaring, "Extremely cruel dog thief, everyone will be punished!"

The atmosphere of dead silence was dispelled in an instant, everyone turned their eyes over, and an angry rebuke ignited the fuse of Qingyun Castle and the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate, and the forces stood up in an instant, and as soon as they raised their hands to scold, Wen Yiming's figure brought up a series of afterimages of fifty meters in the field.

"Ho ah——!"

A violent roar crushed the intentions of the people who had spoken to each other, and at the same time, a spear with a violent killing intent pierced out in the afterimage, like thunder.

'Poof——!'

The middle-aged deacon, who was only a first-level military general, couldn't even move in the face of the spear that burst out with the power of the rainbow, and was directly pierced on the spot, and the residual strength of the spear knocked the crowd behind him into a piece.

The scene was dead and silent again, and the Qingyun Castle Gate who was knocked to the ground sat on the ground like that, staring blankly at the middle-aged deacon with a spear in his chest, unable to recover for a while.

Qin Guihai's gritted teeth were extremely clear in the silent field, watching the three altar masters get up and leave, he didn't know what he meant, he didn't get any instructions, he could only force the anger, the horror of the altar He saw was only the tip of the iceberg, and he didn't dare to start a war without permission.

And just now, a man in black with a half-mask quietly sat in the Twin Cities Observation Area, the peak of the ninth layer of the military general, he had the intention to kill Wen Yiming on the spot, but he was chilled by the masked man's gaze like an ice blade, this is a master whose combat power far exceeds that of cultivation.

He really wanted to send a message to the Holy Envoy, but the status of Lin Wuru and the others was too high, and even the Holy Envoy groveled, so he didn't dare to make a claim and decided to make a decision tonight.

Twin Cities will not be able to jump for a few days, Wen Yiming, he Qin Guihai will definitely be tortured to death with his own hands.

And at this moment, Wen Yiming shook his hand and offered the dragon spear to Qin Guihai, who was pointing at the chairmanship, and raised his head and shouted: "Qin Guihai, you dare to play, Lao Tzu can't let you go down to Shuangcheng Peak!." ”

The master of Qin Guihai's sect was agitated on the spot, he couldn't bear it, he almost used all his strength to suppress the anger in his heart, and his hateful face could almost compete with the stool in the stagnant water.

Wen Yiming didn't expect Qin Guihai to endure this evil breath, he really wanted to kill this old man, slowly withdrew the dragon spear, but his gaze did not withdraw, the dragon spear slashed, pointed to the Qingyun Castle observation area, and said coldly: "This is Shuangcheng, take care of your dog! And you Wu Ming, Lao Tzu will not let go of any opportunity to kill!"

Qin Guihai endured it, Wu Ming was so angry that he could only admit it, he didn't understand what Qin Guihai was waiting for, but as a subsidiary force, he didn't dare to overcome, he could only pin his hopes on the three of Tomorrow Lin Ruthless, he was very depressed, and he was shot while lying down.

"Elder Yang Hui, continue!" Qin Guihai's voice almost burst out from between his teeth, his voice was a little out of tune, and in front of everyone's eyes, he still had to carry out the game and let his disciples die, so he couldn't afford to lose this person if he gave up the competition.

The warriors of the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate appeared, and after a few breaths, an extra corpse appeared on the elevated horizontal log.

The nailed spears did not quell the killing intent because of the increase in the number of corpses on the horizontal wooden elevated platform, but became more and more miserable.

When the fourth corpse was nailed to it, the whole audience was numb, and they all knew that there was no suspense in the future, even the Qingyun Castle fighters with the highest cultivation in this appearance were tortured and nailed corpses, hanging on the horizontal wooden shelf, side by side like a butcher's meat rack.

The bloody slaughterhouse made the fighters behind him dare not come to the stage, and Dong Donghai's repeated reminders made Qin Guihai and Wu Ming's ugly faces almost wring out urine.

When the sixth fighter was nailed to death, the afterglow of the slanting sun in the cold winter was supposed to make people feel warm, but at this time, reflecting on the six corpses, listening to the blood splashing down, all felt a trace of coolness in their backs.

"Roaring ——!"

The momentum of the people of the Twin City Gates reached its peak, their morale soared to the extreme, and the thunderous roar of the tiger made the hostile forces retreat in a hurry, and it was difficult to describe the emotions of these people without face.

The forces of several neutral parties to watch the ceremony slowly withdrew, except for the Chuangyi Pavilion, all of them were under the gates of the twin cities, Wen Yiming stood in the ring, no one retreated, and looked at the indifferent killing god on the stage with great fanaticism, and the robes stained with the blood of the enemy made them extremely worshipful.

"Everyone!" Wen Yiming picked up the wine that had already been poured and swept through the audience, "I respect you, and I also respect the heroic spirits who fought for the Twin Cities!"

Sadness rose in the field, watching Wen Yiming take a sip of himself and spill the wine in the ring.

Everyone's eyes moved with Wen Yiming's back, and finally disappeared, Meng Wu's index finger tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair, Wu Zhong pushed him away, and Yang Tianhao's master Changqian was also followed by him, he was a friend invited by Wu Zhong, and he was the only one who could live in Shuangcheng except for Chuangyi Pavilion.

"What is he relying on? is that masked man?" said to himself in the room, as if without remorse.

Chang Qian smiled slightly, "Maybe, except for you, senior, no one in the audience is his opponent, Qingyun Castle and Famous Sword Tianmen are afraid that they will be planted this time." ”

Meng Wuxian shook his head and said solemnly: "Qin Guihai is indeed not the opponent of the masked man, he can't even compete with the Feng Rebellion of the Twin Cities, however, Qingyun Castle also has a library platform, and the people who have always guarded the classics are the top masters of one sect and another, don't forget this." ”

"Elder Meng, are you saying that there is a Martial Sect in Qingyun Castle?" Chang Qian frowned.

He had to be surprised, in the south, Wuzong is a rare existence, such as Meng Wuregret, this kind of martial king-level master is an outlier, Wuzong can be said to be the existence of doing whatever he wants in the south, he is known as the first master of Mingyang City, and he is just a seven-layer cultivation of military generals, but because he is alone, few people are willing to fight evil, but he is extremely famous.

Meng Wu regretted closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, and said after a long time: "There is definitely more than one martial artist, Wu Zhong, give that kid a wake-up call, alas." ”

Saying that, he waved his hand, and said, "Inform them that they will return to the Valley of Dust tomorrow, and the old man will do everything he can." ”