The final battle of the selection battle is finally about to begin.

The Wei family's Yanwu Square is already crowded, and 70% of the people related to the Wei family in the direct, sideline, and affiliated families have come.

can't come, it's really because there is no way to get out, after all, there are too many family properties to be taken care of.

On the stage, the four major families of Qingling Town, and the town guard mansion all sent people out to watch the battle.

Chen Xiongwu, the patriarch of the Chen family, came with anger, and he wanted to get back the revenge of Chen Dongxu's broken arm.

But he was stopped by Qin Yitian, who was guarding the town, he said: He has learned in detail about the matter, Chen Dongxu was at fault in the matter of Tianfeng Tower, and he wanted to snatch Wei Xiaoyao's things, but in the end he broke his arm.

Qin Yitian didn't want to come forward to mediate, but his future son-in-law begged him to let him come forward to ensure that Wei Xiaoyao would be able to fight smoothly three days later.

Qin Yitian understood what his son-in-law meant, so he spoke out to stop it.

However, he also said that Wei Xiaoyao shot too hard, and he may have actually said to Wei Shuhao: He does not accept demolition and punishment in the confrontation with his peers, so that Wei Xiaoyao can have no worries.

The potential meaning is that it's not that he won't help you, it's that Wei Shuhao is too protective of the calf, after all, he has reached an unattainable height.

Therefore, Chen Xiongwu endured it and waited with others to watch the battle, and also wanted to see what this Wei Xiaoyao was capable of.

Because there are too many reasons for the war, some people say that this battle is a battle for the return of geniuses, and some say that it is a battle of guards.

What's more, but it is said to be a war of brotherhood, and the elder brother successfully defended the first day, continued to suppress his younger brother, or the younger brother's counterattack, and reported the two-year bullying battle.

Some people even regard this battle as a preliminary battle for Tianfeng Tower three days later, if Wei Xiaoyao wins, then the battle of Tianfeng Tower will be interesting, if he loses, maybe this battle will not appear.

In the ring, Wei Shuhao personally acted as the referee, and he would never allow any accidents to appear.

"Wei Xiaofeng, Wei Xiaoyao, go to war!"

His voice resounded throughout the audience, neither sad nor joyful.

A black shadow appeared, Wei Xiaofeng changed into black clothes, and a cold, strange aura emanated from him.

Wei Shuhao frowned, he felt the change in his eldest son's temperament, cold, murderous, and blood-devouring.

On that side, Wei Xiaoyao also walked out, still with an indifferent and resolute expression, also cold, but different from Wei Xiaofeng.

His coldness belongs to coldness, which comes from the coldness in his bones, and from the calmness and fearlessness that have come down from the battlefield over the years.

The two finally stood in the ring.

One black and one gray.

Wei Shuhao took a deep breath and said, "Youth group, decisive battle, start!"

In this battle, he was more nervous than anyone else.

The two people fighting against each other looked at each other, their eyes full of fighting spirit, and the slightest flame burning.

Wei Xiaofeng spoke, his voice was hoarse, demonic, and said, "Two years ago, you became a waste, and a woman abolished you. ”

"In two years, you will be a waste again, and this time I will abolish you!"

It's as cold as a haze!

Wei Xiaoyao's cold light flashed, his face was expressionless, and his cold tone could freeze the air, and he said:

"I have been waiting for this moment for two years, and I have sworn that if one day I am restored to my original state, everything you have given me will return as it was. ”

"But, I can't be as ruthless and cold-blooded as you, I promised my father not to kill you!"

The same two sentences, the same cold.

The two seemed reluctant to talk more, and the other hated and disdained to say more.

Wei Xiaofeng was the first to move, with a hand in his hand, and a black sword appeared in his hand.

It's cold, weird like a demon, and there is a hint of magic sound, like crying rather than laughing!

As soon as this sword came out, the nine parts on the martial arts stage were shocked, and Qin Yitian exclaimed: "Spirit ...... Spiritual weapon, first grade spiritual weapon!"

Except for Wei Shuhao, he may be the only one in the town who has seen a spiritual weapon, and Qingling Town knows that the spiritual weapon is in his hand.

Others have greed in their eyes.

Who wouldn't want to have a spiritual weapon?

Wei Shuhao suddenly released a shocking momentum, it seemed to be the peak of the ninefold, but in fact it was far beyond the ninefold, and even Qin Yitian couldn't help but take a step back, let alone others.

"This sword should be owned by my son Xiaofeng, whoever dares to rob it will be killed!"

This momentum was directly pressed on the stage.

The person who had just shot a greedy look in his eyes quickly withdrew his desire and sat back in his seat.

There was a flash of warmth in Wei Xiaofeng's eyes, and then it was immediately covered by the coldness.

Everything, let's talk about the people in front of you.

Wei Xiaoyao didn't want to show his sword, but if he wanted to win, he had to show it.

The realm is lower than him, and it is impossible to win without weapons, he glanced at his imposing father, but saw him shaking his head slightly.

His father didn't want him to use it.

however

He had to use it, and an apology flashed in his eyes.

"I heard that you have never used a sword since you recovered, I don't know if I am worthy of you to use your sword?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Wei Xiaofeng said with contempt.

"As you wish, the sword in your hand is worthy of my sword!"

The cold calendar sounded, and the palm of his hand was stretched, and the blood-red three-foot long sword was in his hand.

Blood is like the sun!

On the stage, they stood up again, if they could still restrain their desires with the black sword just now, then they couldn't restrain it this time, because of Qin Yitian's exclamation:

"Medium...... Medium-grade spiritual weapon!"

Wei Shuhao sighed secretly: It's troublesome.

Immediately, a sword as blazing as the sun appeared in his hand.

His sword of fame, the Blazing Sun Sword, was once a sword that had reached the top grade of the spiritual weapon.

He raised his sword above the top like a blazing sun.

"I, Wei Shuhao, swear hereby that if the elders make a move to snatch these two swords, the entire Wei family will fight with them endlessly!"

The sound was like a bell, covering the entire Wei family.

At this moment, the people of the Wei family were awakened by the patriarch and saw the patriarch holding the Blazing Sun Sword high.

All the people of the Wei family are full of pride.

"Never die!"

"Never die!!"

"Never Die!!"

At this moment, the Wei family became a whole, and the momentum was like a rainbow!

Even the two people in the ring were melted and moved.

After a long time, the voice returned to calm, and on the stage, it was as quiet as water.

Guarding Qin Yitian, there was a trace of coldness hidden in his eyes, he collided with Li Yizhen's eyes, and did not speak again.

In the ring, Wei Xiaofeng was struggling, and finally, he raised the black sword in his hand and said:

"If you win this battle, the grievances between you and me have been broken, and I will guard the depths of the crystal mine and never go out of the customs until, you walk out of the Qingling and step through the innate one!"

That touch still affected him.

He couldn't be calm and cold, because the voice of the Heavenless Demon Lord sounded in his head, trembling, afraid, fearful, fear from the soul.

He exclaimed, "Punish ...... Divine Sword ...... Sky...... The Resurrection of the Emperor...... I was wrong, we were all wrong, Xiaofeng, we lost, let's still guard the Demon Monument in the future, you and I are destined to guard the Demon Monument for the rest of our lives......"

It was with these that Wei Xiaofeng said what he had just said.

Now, he just wants to have a good fight and ask why.

Wei Xiaoyao regained his composure, he had seen too many of these scenes, and at this time, his heart was like water, and he only had the sword in his eyes!

Wei Xiaoyao raised the sword in his hand.

"Use your strongest sword skills, one move will determine the victory!"

Cold, ruthless, with boundless murderous aura.

"Shhhh

A sword pierces the void and pierces the firmament!

The strongest move in the Timing Thunder Sword Technique:

Thunder breaks the sky!

Wei Xiaofeng's pupils shrank, the black sword in his hand shook, his steps retreated slightly, and he shouted:

Demon Shaking Sword Duel - Demon Swing World!

It is also his strongest sword, inherited from the Heavenless Demon Lord.

A sword of black light collided with the Skybreaker.

"Ding!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the ring could not withstand the might of the two swords, it split from the middle, and the two figures, one black and one gray, approached again and collided.

The sword was no longer in their hands, and the two of them were bare-handed.

More than a dozen punches in a row, as hard as a first-grade spirit weapon fist smashed on Wei Xiaofeng's body.

Punch to the blood!

Wei Xiaoyao, like a mad demon, punch after punch.

Blood flew in the air.

Wei Xiaofeng was covered in blood, and every time he received a punch, one bone was broken, and the pain was unbearable.

He gritted his teeth to keep the pain from making a sound.

Wei Shuhao's eyes were full of tears, looking at the black and gray in the field, and he didn't dare to stop it.

finally

The battle stopped in the field, and the gray shadow stood upright between heaven and earth, and the black shadow was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Poof!"

A stream of blood spurted out of the dark shadow's mouth.

"I, lost, from now on, you and I have no grudges!"

Wei Xiaofeng was defeated, he was defeated very badly, and he was desperate in his heart!

"Yes, you lost, you and I have a grudge. ”

"But, the blood is constantly cutting, you are my brother, forever!"

Wei Xiaoyao was still lonely, but his voice was a little trembling.

Then, turn around and leave.

Wei Xiaofeng raised his head with difficulty, blood obscured his vision, and he could only see the gray shadow and bright red blood that had left!

He smiled, a bitter smile, a smile of relief, a smile of relief.

Then it was dark in front of his eyes, and he threw himself to the ground......

PS: Wei Xiaofeng and Wei Xiaoyao are brothers, think about it, only this is the most appropriate, anyone in the world, no matter how big the hatred is, can not hate the blood of the closest relatives, the blood is thicker than the water of the family affection, it is impossible to forget because of hatred, cultivation is the cultivation of the heart!