"Look there." Guo Ke shouted loudly, the voice buzzing in You Jiao'er's ears, making her think of the vibrating Hong Zhong. She looked in the direction Guo Ke pointed and saw the man in green robe and the man in cloth fighting.

"That green-robed man is strong." Guo Ke said solemnly, his slightly immature face was full of seriousness, and he looked as old-fashioned as a stone pillar that had weathered for thousands of years, "He may be one of the strongest people here, and he must be an innate martial artist." ”

"No, the battle is over." Guo Ke nodded at You Jiao'er and took his hand back. You Jiao'er followed the prestige and saw the green-robed man pointing his sword at the cloth-clothed man, the sword body was like a clear water, and the reflected light was more dazzling than the sunlight.

Because of the distance, this scene was a little blurry in You Jiaoer's eyes, as if she was looking through the mist. If you zoom in closer, you can see the green-robed man holding a sharp long sword, the tip of which is light and elegant, and it is placed on the throat of the cloth-clothed man.

A drop of blood broke free from the throat of the cloth-clothed man, flowed along the blood groove of the long sword, and then rolled down the long sword like a pearl, falling to the ground and shattering into blood flowers, like the bright red on the head of the red-crowned crane.

"You've lost." The green-robed man said coldly, returning his sword like a swordsman. From beginning to end, his eyes were only fixed on the top of the cloth man's head, as if he disdained to look down at the cloth man.

"Yes, I lost, I admit defeat." The man in the cloth lowered his head in a dejected manner, and now there was no possibility of struggling. He was able to stand in this ring as a heavenly warrior, and he had already proved his ability, but he never expected that there were people outside the world, and there was heaven outside the sky.

Seeing the cloth-clothed warrior retreat depressedly, Guo Ke's face flashed like ice, and he calmly analyzed: "He can't win." The green-robed man's hard power surpassed him too much, and the only way to break the game was the excellent defensive position of the cloth-clothed warrior, but he was hindered by the pressure of the innate martial artist to make the first move and give up his advantage, which was really a pity......

You Jiao'er looked directly at Guo Ke in surprise, and when he was thinking, his whole body seemed to be shining, like a thin piece of ice, but it reflected the golden glow of the red sun: "You know so much...... Are you familiar with martial artists? ”

Guo Ke was stunned for a moment, the ice flakes melted and became crystal soft droplets. He scratched his head embarrassedly, and showed a shy smile: "It's not it, it's just a little analysis of mine, it's just a family......" He became the shy teenager again.

"Now only the last acquired martial artist is on the field." You Jiao'er said softly, her voice like a babbling stream flowing into eternity. Once again, Guo Ke caught You Jiao'er's words from the hustle and bustle: "Yes, that ordinary martial artist also surrendered early." ”

Guo Ke turned his head, pinched his temples, and said solemnly: "But that acquired martial artist is not ordinary, every opponent who duels with him is either dead or injured...... It's a terrifying character, look! He stretched out his arm straight and pointed it like a pointer to one of the rings.

……

A thin, pen-like warrior licked his chapped lips like a shattered surface, and shifted his gaze to the other side, where a large man with a long beard was looking at him with malicious intent.

"Hey, kid on the other side, don't cower like a mouse, report your name!" The big man laughed, squinting at the thin warrior with a well-hidden disdain in his eyes.

Yes, he has the right to disdain, because he is an innate martial artist, and the thin man is nothing more than an acquired martial artist. The gap is just a matter of looking at the duel between the green robe and the cloth coat. In his mind, he likened it to "the gap between an elephant and a squirrel."

The difference between heaven and earth! But there was no fear in the eyes of the squirrel-like thin warrior, which made the elephant angry, and he felt that it was time for the gray squirrel to understand the seriousness of the situation: "Hey, what about you! Tell me your name, and I won't kill the nameless ghost under my sword! ”

The gray squirrel licked his lips again: "My name is Qin Yi." Then he fell silent. The silence was not embarrassing, but felt as if it should last forever, but the chill it brought seemed to freeze the big man in frost.

Qin Yi himself broke this silence: "What's your name?" Dahan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "Sure enough, it's Qin Yi, when your mother took this name, it was estimated that you would die easily!" ”

Qin Yi didn't show a trace of anger, as calm as a rotten leaf. Dahan pursed his lips, deeply bored by his reaction: "My name is Wu Zhong, you should remember this name, because when you go to hell to see the king of Hades, you should report this name!" ”

After saying that, Wu Zhong stopped talking nonsense, pulled out the scimitar on his waist, and rushed towards Qin Yi as soon as he stepped on the ground. As soon as the person was halfway through, a snow-like sword light flashed in front of him, and struck towards Qin Yi with his figure. This knife was not left at all, and it was obvious that Wu Zhong was cut for death.

Qin Yi silently took out his weapon. It was a dagger-like weapon, but the blade was unusually long, stretching out like a twig. He was gripping the dagger, heading towards the oncoming light of the sword.

Three shrill cracks rang out, and sparks flew in all directions, falling like snow. Qin Yi and Wu Zhong fought three times in a row in an instant, and the disadvantage of the acquired martial artist was revealed, Qin Yi's strength was not as good as Wu Zhong's, and the wrist holding the knife was bent, and there was a trembling feeling that he couldn't hold the knife.

Wu Zhong laughed wildly, and the knife in his hand slashed, so powerful that he seemed to see a bull in red cloth. Unforgiving, the knife in his hand slashed from all tricky angles, like pervasive spring snow. For a while, Qin Yi was tired of parrying.

But soon, Qin Yi found his rhythm, and he changed the dagger from a front grip to a reverse grip, catching up with Wu Zhong's swift sword. In an instant, time seemed to freeze a few points in Qin Yi's eyes, like clear water condensed into jelly.

It was as if all he could hear was the pounding of his heart, as powerful as a drum, and the sound of the wind in his ears, blending with the sound of the dagger tearing through the air, exploded like a firecracker in his mind. Breathing slowed and low, like the groans of a giant beast.

All he had in his eyes was the dagger in front of him, a dagger that shone like frost and snow. With a thud, the dagger struck the scimitar, and the two struck each other, sending a tremendous force that seemed to break his wrist.

But Qin Yi did not waver, he slashed the dagger diagonally, swung the scimitar in Wu Zhong's hand with this force, and then twisted his waist and relied on his thin body to drill past Wu Zhong.