Su Qingyi twisted her willow eyebrows tightly, her rippling eyes revealed a little worry, she turned her head and looked at her brother, "The competition on the martial arts platform is life and death, and the law enforcement team should not ......."

"You're still too young, think too little," Su Qingfeng shook his head with a light smile, raised his eyes to look at the crumbling body of Cen Zhenggang with a blue and white face, and his voice was quite solemn, "Heh, isn't there a lot of scenery in the sect, although that one may not be a good accountant, but there is no shortage of those villains who meet the horse, can't come openly, and can't secretly plan and calculate?!" Anyway, her trouble won't be small! ”

"Tsk, this junior sister's strength is still very good, but it's really a pity to be involved in this matter."

"In the end, I'm too young, and I'm a little too impulsive to do things. Alas! The people of the law enforcement team are so good at scrapping and killing?! ”

"That's a sword intent competition, either you die or I die, it has nothing to do with this junior sister's temperament, and the law enforcement team can't be unreasonable."

Just when there was a lot of whispering in the audience, a thunderous sound exploded on the martial arts platform, and a series of afterimages swept towards Ye Chu in a flash of spiritual light, and appeared in front of Ye Chu in the blink of an eye. "You think you can eat me with your meagre sword intent? It's time to wake up! On his pale face, seven holes were bleeding, Cen Zhenggang rushed to Ye Chu's side like a ghost, his mouth full of white teeth was stained with blood, he smiled at Ye Chu secretly, clenched his palms into a fist, and the thick sword qi wrapped around his fist, and smashed down on Ye Chu's head.

A fierce aura suddenly appeared. The sharp wind blew on his face, blowing Ye Chu's skin with a tearing pain, his hair danced in the wind, and a thick layer of goosebumps appeared all over his body, Ye Chu's face showed a solemn color, and the majestic sword yuan quickly ran in the meridians in his body, and a faint sword yuan shield diffused from his body, instantly caging Ye Chu's upper body, and at the same time, his arm was slightly raised, and he pointed at the sword. Blatantly pointed out.

"Bell!" Fingers of the fists intersect. But there was a resonant sound like the collision of gold and iron, and the staggered figures suddenly separated, and a strong aftermath stirred out, and the dust rolled. Gravel backshot.

Take a few steps back. Cen Zhenggang raised his head slightly. On that ghost-like face, the grim smile became more and more terrifying, and he looked at Ye Chu indifferently. A gloomy voice slowly spat out of his mouth, "Your life is mine." A more fierce and cold aura suddenly surged out of his body, his wrist flipped, and a long sword that flashed with cold light and was as bright as the sun, throwing a cold cold light, appeared in his hand.

In the rolling dust, looking at Cen Zhenggang, who was powerful in front of him, the disciples who were watching were dumbfounded, and there was a deathly silence in the field. What the hell is this scene like?!

"Ahem......" Yi Yousheng was also shocked by the scene in front of him, his arm trembled and raised, twisted his face fiercely, and after a few breaths, he rubbed his red, swollen and somewhat blue cheeks, spit out the breath that was stuck in his chest, and muttered, "What the hell is going on?!" ”

Her hands clenched violently, her body trembled slightly, her eyes fell on Cen Zhenggang's face as if she had seen a ghost, and the miserable white half of Su Qingyi's face couldn't hide her shock and horror, was her eyes blind, or was her knowledge really too little? ! Sword intent competition, when will there be such an almost unscathed result?!

Only Su Qingfeng's complexion is quite natural, after all, he has a deep understanding of Cen Zhenggang, this unexpected and strong Cen Zhenggang is the seemingly sinister and ruthless goods he knows!

With a shock to his arm, the raging sword qi surged out, and on Cen Zhenggang's long sword, the fine sword qi swallowed uncertainly, and the snow bright and cold sword light Dao burst out. The long sword in Cen Zhenggang's hand coincided with the sword light that dragged out, and the sword aura was thousands, as if it was about to tear the heavens and the earth, with a fierce momentum, it fell towards Ye Chuhao's mighty slash.

"Shhh Hiss! The slightest sharp sword yuan surged out, and Ye Chu's body stood tall like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with its sharp edge exposed, and a sharp and piercing sound of breaking the air swept around his body. The long sword in his hand rose slightly, and in the sound of Qing Yue's sword, the sword qi crisscrossed and condensed into a Dao sword light flashing, and the dazzling white light was all towards the falling sword light.

The sword light that covered the ground was like lightning scurrying in the sky, and it seemed to be slowly and rapidly colliding together in an instant. When the sword qi was agitated, a series of sparks burst out and scattered in all directions, "Bell! Clang! Clang! A piercing crash roared, stretching out in one piece, piercing the sky. The shattered sword light spilled in all directions, and was swept away by the powerful wind that was stirring up, whistling and blowing by.

In the roar, the earth shook violently, as if the earth-shattering aftermath, swept out like a hurricane, and the already dilapidated cyan ground within a few feet of the two people on the stage was completely shaken, and the aftermath of the agitation was shattered into dust and fell in a slump. Huge cracks spread out from the impact of the two, crisscrossing the entire martial arena like a spider web.

The sword light dissipated, the dust settled, and on the even more dilapidated martial arts platform, the two slender and upright figures were not far apart, and they confronted each other silently without moving.

"This ...... Who the hell won?! The whispering sound slowly spread among the people in the audience, and countless expectant eyes gathered on these two figures.

"Heh," Cen Zhenggang hooked the corners of his mouth, a strange smile appeared on his hideous and distorted face, his eyes stared at Ye Chu as if he had been quenched with venom, and said gloomily, "I'm waiting for you!" As soon as the words fell, sword marks cracked on his body, scarlet blood gushed out from his body, and in the blood light in the sky, he exhaled his last breath, and his body shook several times, "Bang! With a thud, it fell into a pool of blood all over the ground.

Quiet! There was a dead silence, the shocked and horrified gaze of everyone swept over his body, the sword marks of the Dao Dao were criss-crossed, the flesh and blood were blurred, and his entire body seemed to be cut by thousands of sharp blades, and there was no good meat on his body! (To be continued.) )