Everyone Lang claimed that it was, but when the words fell, the Confucian scholar continued: "Everyone can know by looking at the bamboo sticks in their hands and then by looking at their own font size." After everyone has looked at it, the number of people who are related to each other are automatically grouped together. In addition, the related people need to wait for the person with the first name to compete before they can follow it in turn. That way, if one of them dies in battle, the other person associated with them will automatically advance, provided they survive first. ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, but there were only a few people in the audience, eager to try. The Confucian looked at the crowd indifferently and said, "Then let's start with the first word." ”

The man who stood up just now was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his tendons were clearly visible. I saw him lift a nine-door soul-breaking knife from the ground and put it on his shoulder, looking at the other person with a little provocation. And the person who was drawn was a weak white-faced scholar, holding a folding fan and smiling, as if he was not afraid of this big man.

Confucius led the two to the middle of the field, and the people on the stage were already eager to try. It seems that guessing whether to win or lose is a favorite game for temple people at any time. When the two of them came to the field and stood still, the Confucian scholar walked slowly to the side of the field and said loudly: "Mingyue Tower's martial arts test is the beginning. Both sides have their own registration numbers, and the first number of the first word. ”

The big man who was fighting against the Nine Gates Soul Breaking Sword said contemptuously: "Uncle Ben is the descendant of the Jiangbei County Tiger Slashing Knife, Duan Tian, dare to ask Your Excellency's name?" Although the big man has contempt, but he does not have the slightest contempt, just now I saw that the person opposite was weak, but from the aura, it was so oppressive.

The weak, white-faced scholar waved his hand to open the folding fan, and said softly: "Brother Duan is so famous, and the younger brother is just a nameless person in an unknown place, and Lu is nameless. ”

Duan Tian didn't wait for that person to get up, he grabbed the Nine Doors Soul Breaking Knife, and attacked the white-faced scholar. The scholar seemed to have expected such a move, and with a slight block of the folding fan, the sword strength of the Nine Doors Soul Breaking Knife was easily discharged. The people on the field applauded.

In this way, Duan Tian was annoyed, he had been rampant in Jiangbei County for decades, where had he suffered such a secret loss, if he didn't want to have a higher martial arts cultivation, how could he go to great lengths and come here to participate in some bullshit competition.

For a while, the sand flew away, and Duan Tian wielded his Nine Door Soul Breaking Knife with a tiger. And the white-faced scholar who was facing each other also restrained his cynical attitude, and as soon as he put away the folding fan, he pointed at Duan Tian. A flying needle as thin as a gossamer shot towards Duan Tianmian Gate.

Duan Tian snorted lightly, what kind of character he was, how could he fall for such a ninth-rate trick. didn't dodge much, just rushed towards the flying needle, shook the flying needle with the soul breaking knife, and slashed towards Lu Wuming.

Lu Wuming saw that the blow was unsuccessful, so he opened the folding fan again, only to see the "rain of flowers" shooting out from the folding fan, it seemed that there was more than one flying needle hidden in the folding fan. This blow was able to block Duan Tian's attack, so that Duan Tian could only stop his body and wave the soul breaking knife impenetrable.

In this way, Lu Wuming and Duan Tian both sensed that the other party was not a person who could easily win it. The previous contempt was swept away, and there was inevitably a little more ruthlessness on his face. After Duan Tian blocked the hundreds of flying needles, he held the knife with both hands, and the Nine Doors Soul Breaking Knife weighing a hundred catties was divided into two, but he didn't notice it before, and a slightly short knife was embedded in the big knife.

Seeing this, the scholar of the White Gate couldn't help but take two steps back, and finally muttered to himself: "Twin knives? Duan Tian had a hint of smugness on his face, this was his plan to press the bottom of the box, and he just wanted to make a quick decision at this time, leaving room for the next competition.

And the white-clothed scholar Lu Wuming took out a bamboo flute from his arms, and at the same time inserted the folding fan into his waist and played it. Not only Duan Tian, but also everyone on the field had a headache and brain fever after hearing the flute, and they lost their internal strength for a while.

Seeing this scene, the old official's family hurriedly put his hand against the heart of Gao Qianzhan and began to convey internal strength, so that Gao Qianzhan who almost fell into a coma woke up. The rest of the crowd also began to regulate their internal breath and keep the sound waves out.

When the Confucian scholar heard that the white-faced scholar was using this kind of outer martial arts, he did not come forward to stop it, but instead showed a gloomy smile. At this time, Duan Tian in the field could only stabilize his body and ensure that his breath did not disperse, and he had lost the momentum of his bravery just now.

As soon as the white-faced scholar Lu Wuming struck a blow, he increased the frequency of the blowing, and the wave of sound came towards Duan Tian. Duan Tian was almost broken, and just as Lu Wuming approached him step by step, Duan Tian, who was already about to lose his strength, suddenly stood up, his eyes blood-red and his eyes wide with anger.

And that Lu Wuming was frightened by Duan Tian's abnormal behavior, Duan Tian seized the opportunity to step forward with a brisk step, and when Lu Wuming flashed his mind, he slashed at Lu Wuming's waist in the shape of scissors. Suddenly, a burst of blood gushed out, and Lu Wuming looked at his broken body in surprise, and screamed and then heard again.

And at this time, there was also a trace of blood oozing from the seven orifices of that time, and it seemed that he had just struck a blow with the blood qi of his whole body, otherwise he would have died now. The old official on the field blocked the gaze of the high-potential exhibition in the electric light and flint, avoiding this bloody scene. After the Confucian sent someone to clean up the battlefield, he took Duan Tian and turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

When Duan Tian returned to the inner hall, everyone cast concerned eyes, and when they saw that he was the only one behind the Confucian scholar, they immediately understood, and they were all gearing up and eager to try. The Confucian scholar did not drag the mud and water, and said loudly: "Please get up at No. 2." ”

A lean man stood up with two copper hammers in both hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "I drew the number seven of the T, I don't know which brother it is." I saw a short man standing up slowly, smiling, holding a pipe in his hand, still smoking it.

The Confucian put the two in place, and walked to the outfield without looking back, both of them understood and walked out with the footsteps of the Confucian scholar. When the two of them came to stand still, the Confucian priest repeated what he had just said again. The lean man with the copper hammer said in a hoarse voice: "Huainan City-Qu Chu, please advise." ”

The short man who smoked a cigarette still said in his playful tone: "Old Wushan-Wuji, please advise." As soon as the words fell, the high-diving exhibition on the field asked the old official's house: "Where is this old Wushan?" Why have you never heard of it? ”

The old official suppressed his voice, for fear that the man would hear it. said in a low voice: "Old Wushan is on the border of the Later Tang Dynasty, relying on Yichu. It is said that the people in the mountains practiced witchcraft all year round, and they were all no more than four feet tall, but they were all ruthless. In recent years, the bloody cases on the rivers and lakes have all come from the hands of old witches. However, all forces were forced by the power and chose to swallow their anger. ”

Hearing this, the high-diving exhibition nodded slightly. And the person who confronted Wu Ji in the field didn't care, just nodded slightly, signaling that it was time to start. The old official squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the person named Qu Chu, and suddenly realized, revealing a look of watching a good show.

At this time, the two people in the field did not rush to kill as in a hurry like the previous two, but confronted each other and observed each other, as if they were pinching each other's flaws. And the Confucian did not mean to urge them, and also watched the two of them with interest from the sidelines.

Confucian scholars naturally knew that Lao Wushan paid attention to killing with one blow, and if he didn't have the certainty of killing with one blow, he would definitely not shoot. And the Huainan City Qu family, but the master of using poison, gave Lao Wushan a horse, and he didn't dare to rush up.

One is a master of using drugs, and the other is a ruthless murderer, it seems that there is a good show to watch. At this moment, Qu Chu took out a handful of powder from his arms and threw it towards Wu Ji. The powder didn't fly away in the wind, but towards the witch mask door, as if attracted by something.

It turned out that this one was not a powder at all, but an insect, but extremely small. In the confrontation just now, Qu Chu had quietly lit a poison on Wu Ji's body, but the latter didn't know it. But this little poison happens to be the thing that this insect loves.

The future is menacing, Wu Ji took a deep breath of cigarette and sprayed towards the chasing "yellow powder". said that it was too late, and then it was fast, and the yellow powder fell to the ground after meeting the smoke, and I felt distressed when I saw it.

And the old Wushan Wuji sneered, but he was secretly relieved in his heart. Perhaps only a few people present knew how thrilling it was just now. If you are hit by that "yellow powder", it will instantly turn into a pile of plaster, and there will be no human form.

Seeing that the blow failed to succeed, Qu Chu was not angry, but just took out a strange long blade from his waist. The blade resembles a long knife, but it has a curved barb at the tip of the knife, and the hook glows green, which is already highly poisonous. If you take a hit, you will die.

And Wu Ji leaned back with his hands, and suddenly there was a set of dark iron gloves in his hands, and the cigarette stick in his hand was also stretched by several inches, almost as long as the strange blade.

After Wu Ji did all this, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, he was forced into such a desperate situation just now, and he had to kill with one blow to relieve the hatred in his heart. Thinking so, he suddenly screamed, jumped towards Qu Chu, and hit the latter with the cigarette stick in his hand.

Qu Chu was unhurriedly greeted with that strange blade, his face was as usual, and he didn't see any different colors. But anyone with a discerning eye could see that with his other hand behind him, he grabbed another handful of highly toxic iron sand, ready to wait for the opportunity.

Just like that, a staggered blow made the sound of Jin Ge, and the iron sand in Qu Chu's hand was not thrown, and the two just staggered, as if they were tempting again. But after the two of them landed, Qu Chu fell to the ground in response, and at the front end of Wu Ji's cigarette stick, there were drops of blood oozing out.

No one expected that there was a blade as thin as a cicada's wing on that cigarette stick, which was hidden by light and shadow just now, just waiting to be killed with one blow. Sure enough, the people of Lao Wushan will definitely kill with one blow. It's just that Wu Ji hasn't laughed out loud yet, his face sank, it turned out that his heart was thrown by Qu Chu, who was not yet dead, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

I didn't expect the two killing masters to die in their own negligence. The Confucian scholar sighed for a long time before signaling people to clean up the battlefield and turn around and walk towards the inner hall.