When Uncle Cheng's words landed, six young people wearing black 'color' clothes and six young people wearing white 'color' clothes slowly walked out of the 'door' behind Liu Yun. The two lines are in the shape of parallel lines, corresponding to Liu Yun and Xiao Tian respectively. The black 'colored' clothes are naturally the people of the Tiger Roaring Sword Sect, while the white 'colored' clothes are of course counted as those of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Watching the jousting people coming, the square suddenly became silent. I'm afraid that even if a needle falls on the ground, it can be heard instantly.

The two straight lines of black and white, walking not fast, stepped on the blue 'color' stone slab, and slowly came out. With every step, there is a crisp sound. The people from the Tiger Roaring Sword Sect, in addition to the five people who Xiao Tian brought with him were wearing people embroidered with golden 'color' cloud patterns, there was also Xiao Yanqi. It's just that Xiao Yanqi's right hand is still wrapped in white 'colored' gauze, I'm afraid that this time I came out, just as an audience.

On Liu Yun's side, in addition to Cheng Jie, there are three young people who are captains like him, and the other is Wang Yan and Fang He. Wang Yan walked at the back, quietly observing everything around him. And the resentful gaze that Xiao Yanqi, who was also walking last, from time to time, turned a blind eye.

"Sect Master, I'll go to the first scene. As soon as the two teams of people walked next to Liu Yun and Xiao Tian, the strong man in black who walked in front took the lead in asking. Just looking at the 'fat' and 'meat' on that face kept shaking as I walked, I felt nauseous.

"No, the first one is still by Murong Qinghe. Xiao Tian smiled and glanced at the fat man lightly, and then said to the slightly thinner young man behind him. Murong Qinghe is a first-level sword saint, but the fat man is a second-level sword saint, the first game, most of them are to explore the other party's foundation, as a first-level sword saint, Murong Qinghe should naturally be the first to betray.

Murong Qinghe, with an ordinary face and black clothes, couldn't see anything unusual, but his skin was relatively white. Murong Qinghe replied and slowly walked towards the center of the square.

"Sect Master......" Liu Yun On his side, Cheng Jie was about to speak, but was blocked back by Liu Yun. Liu Yun smiled faintly and smiled at Fang He next to him. "Nephew Fang Hexian, I'm afraid this first scene will have to be 'handed over' to you. ”

"No problem, Sect Master, it is my life's wish to be able to serve the sect!" Fang He said loudly. Xiao Tian on the other side of the table could naturally hear it, but when he heard Fang He say this, he only smiled coldly and didn't take it to heart.

Liu Yun smiled and nodded. Fang He saluted respectfully and walked straight towards the square.

"Father, that is one of the people who wounded my brother. Looking at Fang He's back, Xiao Yanqi hurriedly put his head to Xiao Tian's ear and said softly.

"Oh, what you said is true?" Xiao Tian frowned and said angrily.

"It's true, judging from the circumstances of that day, he is not from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect. Xiao Yanqi hurriedly said.

"Got it. Xiao Tian replied in a deep voice, then turned his head and stared at Liu Yun, who was still staring at Fang He's back. was 'about to speak', but saw Liu Yun smile slightly and said calmly. "This is my disciple, I just came back from outside a few days ago, I don't know if it's a virtuous nephew, and I also injured my virtuous nephew, which really makes Liu very worried. When this competition is over, Liu will definitely take them to apologize to you one by one. ”

"Uh......" Xiao Tian originally wanted to ask Fang He if he was a member of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, but he didn't expect that Liu Yun had already guessed his thoughts. Xiao Tian had to smile reluctantly, and cast a dissatisfied look at Xiao Yanqi next to him. Hurriedly picked up the teacup on the table and drank it in a big gulp, but he didn't want the tea to be too hot, and he almost choked.

Looking at Xiao Tian's slightly nervous appearance, Liu Yun only smiled faintly, and immediately focused his attention on the square.

On the square, Fang He and Murong Qinghe stood opposite each other, only five meters away from each other. It looks a little funny, Murong Qinghe's skin is very white, but he is wearing a dark dress, which makes him even more white. And Fang He's skin is darker, and the snow-white clothes make everyone feel that Fang He is much darker.

"Let's start!" Uncle Cheng half-squinted, stood with his hands in his hands, and yelled at the square, and his hoarse voice suddenly resounded throughout the square. This was followed by a thunderous drum beat.

Boom...... Boom............

Fang He and Murong Qinghe were standing quietly in the square when a gust of wind suddenly blew by. The clothes of the two instantly swelled and whirred. At that moment, the two moved almost simultaneously.

The sword in Murong Qinghe's hand was instantly unsheathed, throwing the scabbard high into the sky, the light blue 'colored' sword qi suddenly came out, the clothes bulged, and suddenly deflated, the sword blade suddenly turned, and stabbed at Fang He's throat with a spiral sword momentum.

However, Fang He smiled indifferently, instead of retreating, he advanced, and the Sky Destroying Sword instantly appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, with an unparalleled sense of heaviness, he slashed straight down.

Murong Qinghe's speed was not fast, the silver-white 'colored' sword was like a silver snake, and it became illusory the moment it was shot, and it didn't bring the slightest rumor. However, Fang He's speed was not slow, and his experience in the Death Desert was fully reflected at this time.

It seemed that Fang He was no longer able to resist Murong Qinghe's moves, because the distance of five meters, excluding the length of a sword, was already negligible. However, at the moment when the silver 'colored' long sword was shot, the Sky Destroying Sword was still like a quick knife slashing 'chaos', slashing forward fiercely.

Bite!

The Sky Destroying Sword slashed right on the tip of the silver 'colored' long sword, and a burst of fire 'flowers' suddenly appeared. Murong Qinghe only felt a numbness in his hand, and the silver 'colored' long sword was also bent, as if it was about to be broken. I can't help it, so I quickly 'withdraw' away. But Fang He snorted coldly, his body suddenly accelerated, and he chased after him.

Hao Tiancheng, who was originally leaning on the back of the chair, heard this crisp sound, and couldn't help but quickly straighten up, half-squinting, looking at the two figures flashing quickly in the square. The others, too, were instantly attracted by the attack of the two young men in the square.

In the first move, Fang He obviously had the upper hand, and he naturally would not give up such a good opportunity easily. Seeing the heavy Heaven Destroying Sword coming, Murong Qinghe's pupils constricted, and now for this reason, his hand splitting was still numb for a while, so he naturally didn't dare to shoot easily, he had to quickly open the distance between the two, and then attack after recovery.

In the square, one retreats and one advances, one defends and one attacks. The light blue 'colored' sword qi continued to fly, fluttering and sprinkling, and the sparks 'sparked' in all directions. The hundred-meter-wide square, in the rapid retreat, Murong Qinghe quickly reached the edge. Seeing that if he retreated, he would lose directly, and at this time, he couldn't care about the numbness in his hands, his body suddenly stopped, and then turned over and attacked Fang He. With the experience of the last time, it was naturally impossible for him to spy straight out again.

The silver-colored long sword suddenly reversed and slashed diagonally towards Fang He, who was rapidly approaching!

Call......

The light blue 'colored' sword qi formed an oblique blade in the air, bringing the sound of whirring wind, and with every minute of movement, the speed doubled, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Fang He.

Fang He, who had been 'pressing' in, suddenly slanted when he saw that the sword blade airflow formed by this sword qi was about to reach his body. The light blue 'colored' sword blade passed by, and Fang He just felt a burst of burning heat coming from his shoulder, and there was nothing unusual. Destroy the sky, from the bottom up. Lift it up hard.

Call......

Murong Qinghe didn't have time to withdraw his hand at this time, so he could only move his body to the side. But the speed of the Sky Destroying Sword was too fast. Before he could 'pull' his body back, he felt a pain in his left hand, bringing up a burst of blood mist, and his whole arm was like a cut fish belly, with blood like an infusion.

At this time, the scabbard thrown by Murong Qinghe just fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"What a drastic method!" Hao Tiancheng sighed secretly, watching the Heaven Destroying Sword in Fang He's hand rise and fall one after another, without dragging the mud and water, and his eyes unconsciously became a little hot. But how did he know that the life and death that Fang He experienced in the Desert of Death were all left behind when he was desperate with the Demon Beast. Until now, Fang He still has a scar on his back shoulder.

Murong Qinghe's arm was cut open by the Heaven Destroying Sword, and his body fell in response. The ground slammed into the edge of the square. But he stared at Fang He, who was motionless with angry eyes, his right hand was clasped on the bluestone, no matter how his left hand bleed, he turned a blind eye, and some just didn't let his body fall into the square.

Fang He frowned, he never thought that Murong Qinghe would be so persistent, he smiled faintly, stretched out his left hand, and wanted to pull Murong Qinghe up. But Murong Qinghe snorted coldly, and his left foot stepped fiercely on the edge of the square, and his body exploded. With a flip of his right hand, with the blood mist flying all the way from his left hand, the silver 'colored' long sword suddenly appeared above Fang He's head, whirring, and it was about to be split.

Seeing the chilling sword qi lingering on the silver 'colored' long sword, the surrounding air also became distorted in an instant, it seemed that this was also Murong Qinghe's final blow, the so-called rabbit bites people when they are in a hurry, not to mention the dog jumping off the wall in a hurry. Everyone raised their hearts to the 'door', and with such a sword, even if Fang He was not split in half, he would directly face death.

Whew......

"Fang He!" Shocked, Wang Xin and the others, who had just come out to watch the competition, were stunned by the scene in front of them. But there are rules for martial arts, and no one can enter the arena at will to interfere, otherwise even if you are killed, no one will intercede for you.

"Fang He......" Liu Yun also had a heartache, shouted in a deep voice, and stood up nervously, how will he face Fang He's parents and his friends if he goes on like this? But looking at Xiao Tian who was already smiling next to him, he felt another heartache and a burst of hatred!

Facing Murong Qinghe's sudden counterattack, Fang He didn't seem to expect it. Listening to the sudden sound of the wind above his head, Fang He's pupils suddenly contracted, and a sense of danger arose. The pressure brought by the fierce sword qi made his clothes whirring, and this pressure also made Fang He react in an instant.