Zhao Wou-Ki took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, only then did he press the urge to kill Lu Li on the spot, he stared at Lu Li, and suddenly asked, "I heard that you once killed [Snake] Li Tianyuan in the martial arts arena?"

Lu Li thought for a while before associating the name Li Tianyuan with the poor guy who was killed by the demon seed.

For the monk nicknamed [Tricky Snake], Lu Li actually felt a little guilty, although the conflict broke out between the two sides at that time, Lu Li did not have the intention of killing, and Li Tianyuan at that time did not seem to have the intention of killing.

But such a battle of will, but under the sudden loss of control of the demon seed, Li Tianyuan's death was caused.

Regarding Li Tianyuan's death, Lu Li had no other thoughts except a little guilt, after all, he Lu Li had never regarded himself as a good person.

Nodding, Lu Li was about to speak, but heard Zhao Wuji continue: "Then Zhao will also give you a chance today, and give you a chance to defeat me in the 'martial arts arena'." ”

"I don't know if you dare or don't dare?"

Lu Li smiled, and nodded before Ye Shengqing could persuade him: "Why don't you dare?"

Ye Shengqing hurriedly said: "Ah can't leave, this Zhao Wuji has been practicing in the Sword Sect for more than ninety years, and he is older than you and me combined......

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered, glanced at Ye Shengqing, and said coldly: "If you say the water that you spilled, do you have any reason to regret it?"

Lu Li strode to the side of the stone sword [Zhenyu], carried the stone giant sword back to his shoulder, and comforted Ye Shengqing, "If you are old and have strong skills, then it should be a hundred-year-old man who has risen here, not you and me." ”

Zhao Wou-Ki sneered: "For the sake of you being so arrogant when you die, as long as you are willing to beg for mercy in the martial arts arena later, I will reward you with a happy death." ”

At this moment, a monk shrouded in crimson robes stepped out of the crowd, he did not hide the sarcasm in his words at all, and said to Zao Wou-Ki while shaking his head: "An old waste who has been practicing in the Sword Sect for more than 90 years and has not been able to enter the inner gate, and now he actually gives up his face to fight a life-and-death battle with a monk who has only been promoted for a year?"

The monk, whose appearance was even hidden by a red hood, looked around and continued, "I don't care what you think, anyway, I am ashamed to be a monk with this kind of person. ”

Zhao Wuji recognized at a glance who it was, gritted his teeth and said, "Yan, return, one!"

Yan Guiyi, who was dressed in a red robe, spread out his hands, and a flame from his palm jumped out of thin air, and he said to Zhao Wouji: "If you want to fight in the ring of life and death, I will accompany you." ”

Zhao Wuji took another deep breath, and then said, "Yan Guiyi, the grievances between you and me are put aside for the time being, and the top priority now is to re-decide the ownership of the [Ben Thunder Sword]. ”

Ye Shengqing's brain turned when he heard this, and he interjected at the right time: "You Zhao Wuji's qualifications are reckless, and the opportunity to enter the inner gate is all counted on this [Ben Thunder Sword], and this senior's qualifications are very different from you at a glance, and it is only a matter of time before you enter the inner gate......"

Yan Gui glanced at Ye Shengqing suddenly, although there was no momentum at this glance, Ye Shengqing still subconsciously closed his mouth and restrained his words.

With his eyes, he warned the little insect who pretended to be smart, and Yan Guiyi: "You yourself said that sword cultivators should respect their strength, and we will set up a life and death arena in the martial arts arena, and the winner will get the sword." ”

He didn't say what happened to the loser, because in the ring of life and death, defeat often means death.

As soon as Yan Guiyi's words came out, some of the monks who originally wanted to go to the ring to try their luck dispelled their thoughts one after another, and fought in the life and death ring with Zao Wou-ki, Yan Guiyi and others.

Lu Li opened his mouth at this time: "Then let's go, see you in the martial arts field!"

Yan Guiyi frowned and said, "You still want to fight Zao Wou-ki?"

Lu Li smiled and said: "Hey, thank you for the kindness of my predecessors first, my Lu Li has the best fight in my life, then Zao Wouji's sword qi is about to soar to my face, it is impossible for me to retreat at this time." ”

Yan Guiyi said indifferently: "Then you are free." ”

......

Dugu Hao, who was sitting cross-legged in the sky above the martial arts arena, suddenly woke up from meditation, and he looked at the nearly 100 outer door monks who were swarming in the distance, and a pair of rich sword eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Which of these two powerful outer sect monks are going to fight in the ring of life and death?"

Dugu Haotian guessed silently, and his attention was focused on the martial arts arena below. One of his responsibilities is to interrupt the fight when the two sides of the ring have decided the winner and are about to be divided between life and death.

When facing the outer monks, it was not difficult for Dugu Haotian to protect the lives of both sides of the ring, and he almost never missed.

In the years that he was guarding the martial arts arena, there was only one strange quick kill that even Dugu Haotian couldn't stop.

Dugu Haotian suddenly stared at the martial arts arena below, and he saw a person, a person who asked him to add the word "almost" before "never missed", a person who killed his opponent before he had time to stop it for the only time.

Lu Li walked into the martial arts arena isolated by the fourfold light curtain first, he carried the stone sword [Zhenyu] on his shoulder, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Zhao Wuji, who was opposite him, was carrying a silver-sheathed long sword, his sideburns and long hair were windless, and his sword qi spread out like a tide.

Lu Li suddenly felt that the skin around his body was pressed against a sharp needle, which made him very uncomfortable, and a few drops of sweat had come out of his forehead.

Although the battle of "What a Powerful Sword Qi ......" has not really started yet, Lu Li can already feel a pressure, and this guy who has been cultivating in the Sword Sect for more than ninety years on the other side is really difficult to deal with.

Zhao Wou-Ki restrained his anger, restrained all his emotions, and pressed his right index finger against his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Sword Sect Outer Gate Zhao Wou-ki, please give advice." ”

Lu Li didn't know what kind of rule this was, so he had to clasp his hands into fists and say like this: "Lu Li, the outer gate of the Sword Sect, please give me advice." ”

After Lu Li finished the non-standard etiquette, Zao Wouji's eyes suddenly became cold, and he said, "You are dead." ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "poof", and it turned out that the long sword he was carrying behind his back had been unsheathed by itself.

Before Lu Li could make a defensive gesture, there was suddenly no trace of the long sword in his eyes.

Poof!

The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh and blood sounded in Lu Li's ears, and he looked sideways, only to see that his right hand holding [Zhen Yu] had been cut off by Qi Wrist!

"So fast!"

Lu was shocked, but his body involuntarily deviated to the right, but his right foot, which was exposed outside the black robe, was also cut off at the ankle!

Before the pain could come, Lu Li's eyebrows suddenly felt a chill, he didn't hesitate at all, and the red runes like blood under his skin suddenly lit up, and Lu Li's whole person had disappeared into place out of thin air.

It was the Void Condensing Sword.