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With a crisp sound, one of the easternmost and lowest of the thirty-three rings, a figure vomiting blood was knocked away and flew out upside down, and another burly man laughed presumptuously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the midst of laughter, another man with a cold face stepped on the vine, flipped a few times in the air, and as soon as his toes reached the ring, his body suddenly came out of the **** forward, and a sword was drawn on the waist of the burly man.

With a snort, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the burly man was like a kite with a broken string, his waist was almost cut off, his body fell heavily to the ground, and he died of exhaustion after less than three breaths.

This is the first death in the sect Dabi!

The sect is bigger, life and death are fate!

So the atmosphere of Dabi instantly rose a few notches, and quickly entered another peak, as if a whistle was blown, with the first death, the disciples in the thirty-three rings, the battle suddenly entered the white heat of life and death, everyone began to completely let go of their scruples, and the number of dead and wounded showed a straight upward trend.

Bai Wuji sat on the platform, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say a word, staring down indifferently, this is a cruel world, the strong live, the weak die, for ordinary people, even more so for cultivators, the law of survival of the fittest has been interpreted to the extreme, even in the sect, this sect competition is just more naked to unveil the veil that was originally hidden.

This also seems to indicate that the Qingyun Sect will go in another direction from today...

No one can avoid this big competition, unless you directly abstain and are willing to become the lowest level of the sect from now on, otherwise, you must go to the ring, fight for your future, and obtain a good term.

The price is really tragic to remove the chaff and let the real gold be incinerated in the flames, but no one has any objections, or dare not have objections, because the weak have never had the power to change the rules, and can only struggle in the will of the strong.

Lan Xiaodie clenched her teeth, and her arms and cheeks were scratched with blood, and drips of blood fell to the ground, but she did not arouse the slightest pity from the person opposite.

"Wind - Bound Sword!"

Lan Xiaodie's body swayed in place, and with a wave of a stainless steel short sword in her hand, four sword qi shot from the four corners towards the man with a contemptuous look on the other side.

"Finally give you a chance to throw in the towel, otherwise...

The man sneered, and with a mistake at his feet, a wooden sword shot out from his cuff, his wrist turned, and the spiritual energy moved rapidly, and the hilt of the sword shot out a green light, and four pieces of iron and wood drilled out of the ground, flicking away the sword qi.

The man's strength was obviously higher than that of Lan Xiaodie, but the two of them were actually very slow and weak in terms of the speed of the sword, the speed of the body, the aura of psionic energy, and the casting of psionic skills, and there was nothing worth attracting attention.

In short, the two rookies are pecking each other, what is there to see, of course, the man opposite may not think so, which can be seen from his contemptuous eyes and full of words.

He really thought he was a master, and Lan Xiaodie's scarred body and delicate breath seemed to inflate his confidence even more.

"Since you don't know what to do, then if you die, you can't blame others." The man sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the wooden sword in his hand lit up with a green light, and a turquoise psionic blade shot towards Lan Xiaodie's chest.

"The weak must have the consciousness of the weak!" The man seems to have seen Fluttershy die under his sword.

Lan Xiaodie's face was as gray as death, she was locked by her breath, and she couldn't dodge at all, Luo Xiaoxin's face turned pale in the audience, her heart almost jumped out of her mouth, and she screamed: "Sister Fluttershy, flash quickly!" ”

Looking at his anxious posture, he was about to rush to the ring to save people, but unfortunately, his clumsy body was too slow, too slow, and he could only watch the sword get closer and closer to Lan Xiaodie.

"Don't!" Luo Xiaoxin exclaimed!

The killing intent in the eyes of the man opposite was more resolute, Lan Xiaodie's dead face, and Luo Xiaoxin's screams seemed to make him really feel a kind of pleasure as a strong man, and then, he suddenly felt a cold wrist, a pain in his ankle, a pain in his chest, and the whole person rose from the ground.

Lan Xiaodie disappeared from his field of vision, replaced by another ghostly figure, he couldn't catch the other person's movements at all, until the other party stood still and slowly turned his head, he met the red bloodshot eyes, as if he was being targeted by a demon.

A cool air rushed into his head from the limbs, and then a hot warm current sprayed out, the man's face changed greatly, extremely frightened, his body was still flying sideways in the air, the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground, the palms and soles of his feet were broken together, the hot warm current was the blood he sprayed, like a fountain, bloody and cruel.

"Broken hand?"

He didn't seem to believe it, there was still a trace of confusion in his frightened eyes, but his hands and feet couldn't be picked up, and several pillars of blood spurted out in front of him, coming from his chest, he struggled to roll his eyes and look over, but after all, he didn't have time to live, and the corpse fell heavily in the ring.

From Li Muzhi's point of view, you can see that Du Yu's figure suddenly jumped out from behind, at a speed that was almost difficult to catch, ghostly, appeared in the ring, and with a slight sweep of the soles of his feet, he swept the little girl to the stage, was caught, and then made a mistake under his feet, and strangely appeared in front of the sword-wielding man.

"13 swords? Or 14 swords?|"

The sword like the rain in the sky was too fast, too beautiful, and too dangerous, so that Li Muzhi didn't completely see it for a while, only saw the sword light flashing back and forth in the air, and the man was cut off by Du Yu unconsciously, and his chest was pierced through the transparent hole up and down.

"15 swords!"

More than he guessed, the pierced sword hole on the corpse's chest gave a clear answer, Li Muzhi's pupils shrank fiercely, the spiritual energy aura on Du Yu's body was not strong, at most the fourth-order advanced, a big step away from him, however, he couldn't see the speed of the other party's sword, this speed was really terrifying.

"It's so murderous, this son is Du Yu?"

With a glance, Bai Wuji looked at Du Yu and asked lightly.

"Yes!" Old Ghost Xue's face was ugly, because this scene was not in the plan, but he still nodded, fortunately, the occasion at this time was not suitable for in-depth study, Bai Wuji did not say anything more, but turned his gaze away, which made Old Ghost Xue secretly exhale.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Li Muzhi's eyebrows, and then he smiled coldly, since the plan was disrupted by Du Yu, let's start directly, anyway, calculate the time, that one is almost on the way here.