Chi Lianxiu snorted coldly, "That's fine, it's exactly what I want!" Between the two beauties, sparks flowed.

At this time, the spiritual light flashed one after another, and the monks who passed the assessment were passed into the attic one after another.

The eighth place is a disciple of the Flame Sect, the ninth place is from Baiyu Villa, and the tenth place is Beikui who has passed the assessment. Feng Entourage couldn't imagine that Beikui could win the tenth place, and it seems that his understanding is not bad.

Ten people gathered, the others failed to pass the test, and they were passed out again, and the most important moment came, and no one wanted to miss the most important opportunity of the secret realm.

"In the third level, pick your own opponent, the top five enter the next round of testing, the two sides of the battle live and die, and the side that takes the initiative to admit defeat loses the qualification to enter the next round. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Chuan let out a long howl, "Haha...... It's exactly what I want!"

The anger accumulated to the limit, and Wang Chuan's spear turned into a rainbow and went straight to the wind.

"Fire Pole Gun, Kill ......" The silver gun brought a wave of heat, like a fire dragon.

"Flame sacrifice step ......" Yellow Rank top-level body method, Wang Chuan has already cultivated to the fullest, there is a spark hidden under his feet, and he is flying in steps.

The wind entourage has been waiting for this day for a long time, the great enemy is current, the spirit and spirit are highly concentrated, the Wuming sword roars 'hum', the last to come first, and the 'wind longitudinal technique' is cultivated to the point of being superb, and it is more than one step faster than Wang Chuan.

"Chopping the wind, killing ......" swords and guns collided in the air, and the wind retreated as soon as he went, his true yuan only had six layers of innateness, and his surface cultivation was naturally far inferior to Wang Chuan.

However, the wind accompanied the cultivation of ancient exercises, and the true yuan was strong, far exceeding ordinary exercises, coupled with the special physique, it was impossible to predict at all.

However, Feng Entourage has always had his own fighting rules, not a matter of life and death, he will always leave a little spare strength, this is not only a life-saving strategy, but also a tactic to paralyze the enemy, Wang Chuan's experience and experience are not comparable to him.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew the depth of the foundation, and Wang Chuan found that the true yuan of the wind was not as good as himself, so he sneered disdainfully, and the spear was killed in a roundabout.

"Bipolar Break, Kill ......" spear is like an arm, turning into waves of fire, enveloping the body for several meters.

The "windless ......" wind accompanied a sharp whirl, swords and steps were staggered, and hand-to-hand combat was his field of expertise, and he was never afraid of anyone.

I have to say that Wang Chuan made a wrong step, made a wrong step, and chose a tactic that was most unfavorable to him, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Wu Mingjian pressed the silver spear, bursting out a series of sparks, and the sword was like flying, immediately discharging most of the silver spear's strength.

The two sides fought closely, a sword qi splashed, a silver spear swirled in the air, and the killing was in full swing, and it was only a few rounds before it entered the white heat.

"Dead ......" Suddenly, the wind followed a long howl.

The style of swordsmanship changed abruptly, there was no hard confrontation with Wang Chuan, Xiaocheng's artistic conception of the wind was integrated into the 'Wind Longitudinal Technique', it was incredibly fast, the body was just a flicker, and the wind accompanied him to the other side of Wang Chuan, and the Wuming sword stabbed obliquely.

"Flowing wind, killing ......" out of the dead corner of the sword, completely out of common sense.

Wang Chuan's body method is not as good as the wind entourage, not to mention, the wind entourage is integrated into the killing moves of the artistic conception of the wind, and the attack power is so terrifying.

"Abominable ......" was about to be stabbed, and Wang Chuan was also very good, he was not chaotic in the face of danger, his right foot rotated, and the spear shrank, as if he had an eye, and the tip of the sword was in the middle, blocking the Wuming sword that followed the wind.

But then, he saw the sneer that the wind flashed by, and secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong, and at this time, the red Huo knife suddenly appeared and slashed down in the air.

"Wind Splitting Fifth Style, Slash ......" Red Huo Dao suddenly appeared.

Wang Chuan was really taken aback, the incredible angle, extremely dedicated, it was the first time he had encountered it, the opponent of the double cultivation of swords, and he no longer dared to underestimate the wind and his entourage.

The spear just blocked the Wuming Sword, and it was impossible to block the Red Huo Knife again, Wang Chuan didn't have time to think about it, only to see it break off with a drink, clenched his left hand into a fist, and blasted towards the Red Huo Knife, which was actually a fist that he had just comprehended, 'Breaking Mountain Fist'.

The wind accompanied him and secretly praised Wang Chuan's quick response, and sure enough, the fifth prince was not in vain, but then, Wu Mingjian swirled in the air, and appeared at Wang Chuan's door.

Fast, ruthless, and tricky, appearing in Wang Chuan's unexpected blind spot, Wang Chuan's face changed greatly, and the ruthlessness of the opponent surpassed all the opponents he had seen. For the first time, Wang Chuan had remorse, such a great enemy, but he didn't know the roots, it was a big taboo.

In desperation, Wang Chuan kicked his right foot and his body flew back, but the Wuming Sword that followed the wind followed closely behind, and with the speed of the wind's accompanying body, Wang Chuan couldn't get out.

Follow the shadow, step by step, step by step, step by step......

Between the flint and lightning, the spear and the sword kept colliding, and after more than a dozen blows, Wang Chuan was completely at a disadvantage, and he was defeated and retreated.

Wang Chuan's face was pale, and he only had time to side of his face with a sword, and there was a burst of pain, and the Wuming sword was forced on his face, drawing a few centimeters, and blood was splashed.

Feng Suixing secretly shouted that it was a pity, but it was impossible for him to give Wang Chuan a chance to admit defeat, kill the enemy without dying, and the future would be endless.

Compared with the life-and-death struggle between Feng Entourage and Wang Chuan, there is no deep hatred between the other people, and it is impossible for them to kill so tragically like the two of them.

"Wind Splitting Knife Seventh Style, Slash ......"

The last form of the 'Wind Splitting Knife' is also the strongest move, and in addition, it fuses the power of two percent, and the red light is Huohuo, making a cracking sound.

Wang Chuan's opportunity was lost, he didn't expect it at all, just a dozen moves, and he was completely suppressed by his opponent. "Fire Piercing, Killing ......"

In order to seize the opportunity, Wang Chuan's trick came out again, and his advantage was that his cultivation was higher than that of the wind, and Zhenyuan frantically poured in, wanting to suppress the Red Huo Dao.

However, as soon as the red Huo knife was shaken open, the sword that followed the wind came again, and it flew strangely and rolled in, only to hear a broken drink. "Whirlwind, kill ......"

The sword accompanying the wind is already close at hand, and Xiao Cheng's artistic conception of the wind is incredibly fast, not to mention, his attack power will not be weaker than those innate ninth-layer masters.

With a sword slashed, Wang Chuan didn't have time to gather momentum, and the spear was horizontal, but it was immediately broken, and with a miserable scream, blood spurted from his mouth while retreating.

Wang Chuan was shocked and angry, this little-known swordsman was really weird, when did Gaoyang County produce such a young master?

How can it be? This can't be...... , I am one of the six strongest people of the younger generation in Gaoyang County, known as a 'childe-level' figure.

Wang Chuan's heart was aggrieved, and his self-esteem was greatly hit, if he knew that Feng Suixing had this strength, he would definitely not want to take revenge lightly.

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Chuan roared as he retreated, the situation was extremely critical, this kind of shame can only be found in the next day.

However, he completely mistook Feng Suixing, and it was impossible for Feng Suixing to respond to him, and he had already had murderous intentions. The red Huo knife reappeared, and Wang Chuan, who was in mid-air, watched the knife slash across his neck.

"I recognize ......" Before he died, Wang Chuan finally left behind all his self-esteem and pride, but before the words fell, the head had been separated from the body, and the corpse fell from mid-air.

was so tragic, Wang Chuan was defeated too quickly, to the surprise of others, the pride of the sky, the first disciple of the inner sect of the Lieyan Sect, died......

One of the 'Five Sons' sought after by tens of millions of people in Gaoyang County, inexplicably made a feud and died inexplicably in the small secret realm of Guangyang.

"Bold! If you dare to kill Senior Brother Wang Chuan, my Lieyan Sect will never give up. He Yingshan, another disciple of the Flame Sect, was fighting with Chi Lian Xiu while shouting angrily at the wind.

Everyone couldn't imagine that Feng Suixing would dare to make a dead move, you must know that outside the secret realm, the elders of the Flame Sect are still responding.

Feng Suixing ignored him, Wang Chuan died in battle, in addition to being slightly inferior to himself in strength, another big reason, he never dreamed that Feng Suixing dared to kill him.

The contest between masters, between life and death, on the surface, the wind is easy to win, but in fact, he has gone all out, strategy, tactics, and psychology, all of which are used to the extreme.

The so-called, the slightest difference, the death of the road......

Walking towards Wang Chuan's corpse, collecting the spear and Qiankun bag, the wind followed him coldly and looked at He Yingshan, who was fighting against Chi Lianxiu.

"I don't know, what will happen if I kill this person now?"

Feng Suixing hesitated in his heart, there are its own rules here, if the rules are broken, I am afraid the consequences will be unpredictable. I have to say that the murderous intent of the wind entourage is very heavy, He Yingshan was stared at twice by the wind entourage, his cold hair stood on end, and his heart was up and down.

He Yingshan secretly complained, Wang Chuan, who ranked first in the inner gate of the Lieyan Sect, was not an opponent of Feng Entourage, he ranked third, not as good as Wang Chuan, if Feng Entourage made a move, he would definitely die.

The wind stood aside, staring at him, He Yingshan was roasted on the fire, and he lost his level, and after a while, he was completely pressed and beaten by the red refining show.

"I admit defeat ......" The situation is very bad, He Yingshan is also interested, hurriedly admits defeat, and picks up a life.

As soon as the words fell, a ball of light covered him, and with a 'boom', He Yingshan disappeared into the attic. Chi Lianxiu won, looking at the wind with a solemn expression, and he was very jealous in his heart, the younger generation of Gaoyang County had another strong opponent.