Today, Ye Xiuwen finally met an expert who pretended to be coerced, pretending to be coerced is a matter of one sentence, saying that if you die, the person over there will die. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"System, look for me, see if there is the kind of pretending mode where if I open my mouth and the other party dies?"

Ye Xiuwen couldn't consume it anymore, and said in his heart: If you have this skill, then you can't be invincible, and whoever you want to die, who will die?

"Ding Dong! system search, and when the host upgrades the system to the 'Super Supreme Version', this ability will be obtained!"

"Fog grass, Super Supreme Version, what kind of bird is that?"

"Ding Dong! The system prompts, the Super Supreme version, is not a bird, but the highest version of this system!"

"How long will it take?" Ye Xiuwen was a little impatient.

"Ding Dong! The system prompts, the Super Supreme version has not been produced yet, so stay tuned!"

"Fog grass!"

Ye Xiuwen is eager to catch this system at this moment, and beat it hard, you don't produce it, you dare to take it out and pretend to be forced?

However, when Ye Xiuwen calmed down, he suddenly felt a little strange.

If the beggar didn't have the kind of magic like 'Chrysostom and Jade Words', then why did the butterfly fall down for no reason and stab himself to death?

Ye Xiuwen wanted to step forward to see what was going on, but he didn't want to be a step too late, and the body of the butterfly in the storm was actually carried down by the sword slave.

And everyone thought it was an accident, and no one would guess that it was the beggar Chrysostom, who said that he was dead in the wind and waves.

Because this is a joke, if you say a word, the other party will die, isn't that a myth?

So that's what everyone is talking about, and as for the beggar winning the championship, then look at it!

First, there are no defects, and a punch hit Gong Jiuling. Then there was the West Wind Revenge, and the big man was defeated with a sword.

So no matter how you look at it, it may not be the beggar who wins the championship!

"Please Hua Wujian and Zephyr Qiu Xian's nephew, get ready to play! I don't know if you two want to rest?"

Mo Lingyun also believes that the beggar will definitely not be the final winner, and Dao really hopes to see the duel between the West Wind and the flowers.

Obviously, this game has been regarded by him as the ultimate decisive battle!

"It's on, it's on! The pinnacle duel? Do you say, is Hua Wuji's fist more ferocious, or is the sword of the West Wind faster?"

"The sword of the West Wind Revenge, right? After all, no matter how powerful Ye Xiuwen's fist is, if the speed does not have an advantage, it will not help! Don't forget, in the world's martial arts, only fast is not broken?"

"That's it, that's it, this benevolent brother is right! Martial arts in the world, only fast and not broken,......"

"Eh, I see that you are all blind, maybe you don't know yet, right? That flower is also very fast, yesterday I heard that the palace Jiuling said, this flower is flawless, light and weird, unpredictable, so he only made a surprise move today to win, but he didn't want to, still fell short!"

"Is that true?"

"Seriously!"

"Sure enough?"

"Sure enough!"

"Really?"

"Smack......

The guy was annoyed by the question, and he turned back with a big mouth and pumped it: "You're bothered, are you annoying?"

"Why did you hit me?"

"The competition has begun, Lao Tzu is to let you watch the competition,......"

"Oh!"

The stupid boy who was beaten turned around, and the result was that the contest really began. But Ye Xiuwen and Xifeng Qiu didn't move.

The two of them stood opposite each other, the west wind feuding, the long sword hanging from the waist, and the left hand gently pressed the scabbard.

And what about Ye Xiuwen, who was carrying a sword, and a sword robe was hanging from the sword. At first glance, this sword was used by literati. Because warriors don't use sword robes, that thing fights and gets in the way.

Therefore, only ordinary literati carried swords with sword robes.

In order to pretend to be forced, Ye Xiuwen borrowed a sword and brought it with him.

This sword belongs to the little Taoist, a pig iron sword that has not yet been opened, and it will not cut its ass from Guangzhou to Shanhaiguan. It's such a sharp sword.

"Donor, tap when you use the sword, my sword is not cheap, what about two copper plates......"

Just this broken sword, the little Taoist priest was still not at ease, and shouted loudly with small movements.

And when I heard this, the audience was happy. The sword is still borrowed from others, and there are only two copper plates, even if the pig killing knife is more expensive than this, right?

"You don't know how to use a sword?"

Zephyr said coldly, because he didn't want to use a sword with a person who was not good at wielding a sword.

"It's so-so! It's just a sword god, a sword saint or something,......"

"Poof......"

Ye Xiuwen didn't finish his sentence, and at least half of the people in the audience fell to the ground and vomited blood, and said in their hearts: You are pretending to be too big, aren't you? Even if Xi Fenglie, Mu Lingyun and others don't dare to claim to be sword gods and sword saints, why are you?

"Xifeng revenge, kill him! let this flower pretend to be ......"

"Yes, kill him, this little white face is so bad that he writes on the wings of a pigeon......"

"Support, we fully support, the West Wind revenge kills him......"

...............

At this time, the old accounts were all churned out, and at least more than half of the hundred people were clamoring for the West Wind to kill Hua Wuji.

But the other half fell silent.

Because when they saw the corners of Hua Wuji's mouth, they actually turned up slightly. And that kind of disdain, just like when he fought against the palace Jiuling!

So they suppressed the restlessness in their hearts and wanted to see what was going on, because at this moment, the West Wind Feud had already moved!

"Zheng ......"

The sound of an iron sword flicking apart came gently, but it was an iron sword that was so blunt that it had no blade, less than 0.001 centimeters away from the throat of the west wind enemy.

And what about Zephyr? His right hand has not yet grasped the hilt of the sword.

"I'm defeated!"

Xifeng Qiu is still a man, and he admits defeat on the spot.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, forcibly pretending to be successful, and getting +100 ,......"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, completed the hidden task of the second competition, and obtained additional rewards from the system, experience +2000000,......"

"Ding Dong, congratulations on the host upgrade, the current level of Qi training period is 11/88,......"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be forced is successful, and you get +30 ,......"

"Dingdong ,......"

...............

"Hmph!ha! It's really worthy of being the fast son-in-law of the Mu League Lord? He even gave the family heirloom 'Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Heart' to others,......

Just as Ye Xiuwen was counting the grids, Xi Fenglie laughed.

At this moment, Xi Fenglie was sneering, and then waved his hand at his son, and the two of them drifted away!

"Brother Zephyr?"

At this moment, no matter how Mu Lingyun greeted, Xi Fenglie didn't look back, and after a few flashes, the person had disappeared without a trace, and he could only look at his daughter angrily!

"I didn't show him ,......."

Mu Rong said that she was very sorry, in fact, she showed Hua Wufeng and was rejected by others......