Although the sun was shining, there was a chill of slaughter inside and outside the Xishan martial arts arena. The cold wind whistled by, and the banner blew 'crackling', adding a different color to this chill.

Stepping out of the air-conditioned business car, blown by the cold wind, even those who practice martial arts can't help but shiver. People like Seedorf and Pan Mei, who had just stepped into the martial arts, involuntarily shrunk their necks and raised their collars high to resist the cold wind.

Only Zhou Xiaochuan was an exception, not only did he not feel cold, but he also lifted his spirits because of the cold wind.

Glancing at the Xishan martial arts arena that was quiet and quiet, and there was no change compared to before, Zhou Xiaochuan couldn't help but ponder in his heart: "I don't know if the people from the ninth place have arrived, and where they are hiding......

At this time, a staff member of the Beijing martial arts competition quickly stepped forward and led Zhou Xiaochuan and the Yuan family into the martial arts arena in accordance with the prescribed procedures.

Seeing this staff member, although Zhou Xiaochuan did not move, his eyebrows were slightly raised. Because this person he had seen last night, it was the operative of the ninth department under Tong Xiaofei.

"It seems that I am overthinking, and this ninth place is already ready." Zhou Xiaochuan suddenly relieved his heart.

As soon as he walked into the martial arts arena, Zhou Xiaochuan, who was extremely sensitive to qi, noticed several fierce murderous auras surging over, locking him firmly.

"These guys from the South China Sea Sword Sect really can't wait." After smiling coldly, Zhou Xiaochuan glanced in the direction where the murderous aura was surging, and sure enough, he saw the group of people from the South China Sea Sword Sect. At this moment, they were already standing next to the ring, staring at Zhou Xiaochuan with cold eyes, unconcealing their murderous aura.

Yuan Chongsen was also looking at the group of people from the South China Sea Sword Sect from afar, but what he was thinking about in his heart was different from Zhou Xiaochuan. After a solemn expression for a long time, he said, "Huanshan, you performed very well yesterday. In today's competition, you will also be the pioneer. ”

With Yuan Chongsen's cultivation. It is not difficult to see that the strength of this group of people from the South China Sea Sword Sect is far stronger than the Canglang Gate that they met yesterday. Although it is not clear for the time being what level the cultivation of this group of people from the South China Sea Sword Sect has reached, Yuan Chongsen can be sure that among his own group of elite disciples. I'm afraid that only Yuan Huanshan and Yuan Fang can barely compete with it. After thinking about it, he still chose his son to be a pioneer. It is expected that Yuan Huanshan can get a good start like yesterday, so as to seize the opportunity.

Yuan Huanshan nodded, and was about to agree, but Zhou Xiaochuan took the first step and said, "Uncle Yuan, Huanshan." Let me be the pioneer of this competition. ”

Yuan Chongsen and Yuan Huanshan were stunned, neither of them expected that Zhou Xiaochuan would make such a request.

Surprised, Yuan Huanshan asked with a curious and gossipy expression: "Brother Zhou, your performance today is a bit abnormal...... This person from the South China Sea Sword Sect must have offended you, right? Otherwise, how could you be so positive? ”

Zhou Xiaochuan not only did not say the reason why he wanted to be a pioneer, but also kicked Yuan Huanshan's ass: "Where did you get so much nonsense, you just need to give me the pioneer." How. Don't want to? ”

Although he was kicked, Yuan Huanshan did not get angry and angry, but said with a smile: "Yes." Absolutely. Since you want to be a pioneer, do it. I wish I could rest a little longer. ”

Yuan Chongsen has no objection to this. To be honest, he wished that Zhou Xiaochuan could compete in every competition. After all, he led the elite children of the younger generation of the Yuan family to participate in this Beijing martial arts competition, just to win a good ranking and reinvigorate the prestige of the Yuan family. If it is said that Zhou Xiaochuan can win the championship all the way, although it is a bit of a feeling of victory, but who cares?

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At the same time that Zhou Xiaochuan asked to be the vanguard, the South China Sea Sword Sect was also arguing quietly over who would be the vanguard.

"I'll be the vanguard of this competition! I must behead that bastard named Zhou Xiaochuan under the knife and avenge Miyamoto's predecessors! If he is not a pioneer. Then I'll kill him all the way to the end! A young Japanese samurai whispered, looking at Zhou Xiaochuan's eyes, which were about to erupt into flames.

"Come on, Maeda, your cultivation is not as high as Miyamoto's collection, and if you go up, you will only die in vain. Let me be the pioneer! I'd like to see if his sword is fast. Or my knife fast! A Japanese samurai with a knife tied around his waist and obviously good at drawing it quickly said in a deep voice.

"Okay, you all don't fight, let's let Kenichi Nakajima be the vanguard. His sword skills are faster than those of you! "A Japanese samurai who was clearly the leader finalized the final result. This Akari identity is Wang Yu, the head of the Nanhai Sword School, and in fact he is the Japanese samurai Shangquan Shengxiu who has inherited the Treasure Temple's drift spear technique. At this moment, what he was carrying on his shoulders was the Zhenwu Jiuxiao stick that was refined by Zhou Xiaochuan and sold at a high price at the Jianghu Treasure Auction.

The guns and sticks are of the same origin, and it is not surprising that Shangquan Shengxiu, who has inherited the spear skills of the Treasure Temple, will use the Zhenwu Jiuxiao stick as a weapon. Moreover, the true martial Jiuxiao stick of the fifth grade of the spiritual weapon is not lower than that of a gun of the same level. It's just that he didn't know that inside this Zhenwu Jiuxiao stick, there was a deadly fishing hook hidden......

Kenichi Nakajima, who was named as a pioneer, was a slightly thin man of thirty-four years old. He put one hand on the hilt of the knife and saluted respectfully: "Yes, Lord Shangquan Shengxiu, I will definitely live up to your trust and cut off this person's head to offer to you!" ”

Shangquan Shengxiu nodded, raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Xiaochuan, and shouted in a deep voice: "I believe in your strength, go ahead, cut off that person's head, and sacrifice the dead Miyamoto Zang!" ”

"Yes!" Kenichi Nakajima replied in a deep voice, didn't waste any more time, turned around and strode into the ring.

At the same time, Zhou Xiaochuan also stepped into the ring.

Kenichi Nakajima squinted, and his sharp gaze swept around Zhou Xiaochuan.

Although Zhou Xiaochuan gave him a feeling that he was only slightly stronger than ordinary people, after knowing that Zhou Xiaochuan assassinated Miyamoto with a sword, he would never despise Zhou Xiaochuan because of his feelings at the moment. In fact, from the moment he stepped into the ring, the muscles of his whole body jumped tightly, and his concentration had been raised to the extreme.

Compared with Kenichi Nakajima's nervousness, Zhou Xiaochuan seemed much more relaxed, as if he didn't take the opponent in front of him in his eyes.

"The first game of the competition between the Yuan family and the Nanhai Sword Sect, Zhou Xiaochuan vs. Zhong Jian, start!"

With the shouts of the referee on duty, the competition kicked off.

Kenichi Nakajima turned sideways slightly, put his right hand on the handle of the knife, and rushed towards Zhou Xiaochuan with small steps under his feet. His sharp gaze locked on Zhou Xiaochuan early. The slightest gesture will arouse his alertness and reaction.

However, just when the distance between him and Zhou Xiaochuan was shortened to five meters, and he was about to speed up his charge and perform the sword drawing technique, Zhou Xiaochuan suddenly opened his mouth and said something that he didn't expect: "Zhong Jian? Hehe...... In my opinion, you should be called Kenichi Nakajima, right? At the age of thirty-four, it is not easy to obtain the exemption of the Natural Rational Flow Guide. ”

No matter who it is, when someone suddenly reveals the secret, they will be confused. Although Kenichi Nakajima has been practicing kendo since he was a child, he is not very strong in the tempering of his mind. Therefore, when he suddenly heard Zhou Xiaochuan's words at this moment, his heart was suddenly in turmoil, his scalp exploded, and he exclaimed: "You...... Who are you? Why do you know these things? Because the incident was so sudden and so frightened, the pace of his feet was actually messy.

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Zhou Xiaochuan's words just now were said with special techniques similar to sound transmission into the secret, and only Kenichi Nakajima heard it. The others, whether it was the referee in the ring, or the Yuan family and the Nanhai Sword Sect under the ring, could not hear it. Therefore, they don't understand how Kenichi Nakajima messed up at all.

Shangquan Shengxiu under the ring was shocked and angry, and hurriedly opened his mouth and scolded: "Zhong Jian, what are you doing? This is a contest, not an overkill. Ahh

Because at this moment, at the moment when Nakajima Jianyi was in a state of confusion, the sword thirteen in Zhou Xiaochuan's hand burst out with a brilliant sword light.

Kenichi Nakajima suddenly felt two extreme sensations, hot and cold, envelop him in an instant.

The scorching feeling came from the pure yang sword intent, which made Nakajima Jian have an illusion in his life, as if he was born in the scorching sun at the moment, and was scorched by the blazing pure yang fire.

And that cold feeling came from the fierce sword qi released from the thirteenth sword. These sword qi not only made Nakajima Jian feel cold all over his body, but also drilled into his body through the holes around him, making him experience a sharp pain similar to 'Ling Chi'.

"Ahh

The sharp pain made Kenichi Nakajima can't help but roar, and it also made his originally flustered consciousness regain his composure. Looking at the brilliant sword light that swept towards him, he was unwilling to be defeated and die like this, so he suddenly pulled out the saber at his waist, and with a fierce and cold knife wind, he slashed at Zhou Xiaochuan.

"Let's see if your sword is fast, or if my sword drawing is fast - go die!" Kenichi Nakajima looked hideous, and roared in his heart.

However, just when Kenichi Nakajima wanted to compete with Zhou Xiaochuan for speed, a blood-colored light suddenly bloomed from Zhou Xiaochuan's arms. Its speed is even faster than the sword light and sword wind!

"What is this?!" Kenichi Nakajima's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

That blood-colored light pierced into Kenichi Nakajima's heart with a thunderous momentum.

Zhou Xiaochuan shook the sword thirteen in his hand slightly, and he opened the sword that Nakajima Kenichi had exhausted. Looking at the people of the South China Sea Sword Sect below the ring, he showed a mocking sneer.

"Who is the next one to die?"