In the heavy rain, several female disciples of the Emei faction came to the stage and carried away Huang Jun's body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the only lineage disciple in their Emei sect who has died so far, and they must be treated with caution.

At the very least, they couldn't let Huang Jun's corpse go any further ways until the Black Wood Cliff came.

In the ring, Xinghuan stood silent, his eyes full of exhaustion.

The onlookers came back to their senses one after another, looking at each other without saying a word.

Xinghuan's flying knives have far exceeded their imagination and expectations.

The heirs of the peerless scholars in the rivers and lakes, no one dares to kill Huang Jun with one move.

It's not even sure to kill it.

The Sunflower Treasure Book is too fast, and this martial art has taken the four words "only fast and unbroken" to the extreme.

Therefore, with Huang Jun's death, they thought that no one would come to power again to kill themselves, but to their surprise, someone soon came up.

This is a teenager in a blue shirt with a hat on his head.

The hat blocked the rain and was slightly depressed, making it impossible to see the young man's face.

Most of the people present did not know the boy, because he had always been taciturn and withdrawn.

Only a few people have more or less guessed some.

However, Xinghuan happened to know each other.

Not only did they know each other, but the two also dealt with each other.

The rain fell on the floor, making a brilliant splash.

After taking a sip of wine, Xinghuan said, "Why do you bother to come up." ”

Leng Hanshuang's palm was weak, and the Ice Spirit Cold Knife quickly condensed, as if saying to himself: "Your flying knife is fast, but you are too slow." ”

Xinghuan shook his head slightly and said, "It's enough to deal with you." ”

The long knife in Leng Hanshuang's hand suddenly raised, and he said proudly: "Really? Rainy days are a blessing to me. ”

A flying knife quietly appeared in Xinghuan's hand, and he sighed, "The same is true for me." ”

Leng Hanshuang paused and said, "You took my things." ”

Xinghuan said indifferently: "That's in exchange for your life." ”

Leng Hanshuang raised his head slightly, his eyes were full of seriousness, and said, "That thing is more important than my life." ”

Xinghuan was too lazy to care, and said bluntly: "How are you doing?" ”

Leng Hanshuang thought for a while and said, "Don't take out the flying knife, take me a knife." ”

Xinghuan was silent for a moment and said, "Okay." ”

This condition was agreed upon by the two before, and it was deliberately done for others to see.

So far, it seems, everything is going well.

Leng Hanshuang did not hesitate, and the icy cold knife in his hand slashed down in the air.

The knife fell, and everything seemed very calm.

However, no one would think it was a joke.

So they're waiting......

When that knife actually falls.

Just when they were waiting impatiently, the knife finally appeared.

I saw a huge ice cold knife condensed by the rain suddenly appear out of thin air.

Immediately after, this azure cold knife instantly slashed down again along the trajectory that Cold Frost had just slashed off.

There is no precaution.

In the blink of an eye, the knife had already been cut down, stopping on top of Xinghuan's head, blocked by a small flying knife.

This throwing knife is called time......

In the middle of a breath, the giant Ice Spirit Cold Knife began to split into countless small and delicate cold knives.

Like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, all of them were submerged in Xinghuan's body and disappeared.

Such a strange attack method suddenly made the countless onlookers around gasp.

Will it die......

Under the hat, Leng Hanshuang gasped slightly, and looked up at Xinghuan slightly.

He was disappointed.

Although the corners of Xinghuan's mouth had overflowed with blood, he still did not fall.

After a pause, he turned away with a look of loss and got out of the ring.

He was defeated.

In the ring, Xinghuan suddenly spat out blood.

Before the blood hit the ground, it was already frozen, and when it hit the ground, it was instantly smashed into blood-colored ice slag.

He was laughing, laughing at the fact that no one in this world was really stupid.

Especially for those who can obtain the inheritance of peerless divine skills.

The cold frost is clumsy.

Although he had already learned the news from Miao Yun's mouth before he left the game.

But he didn't expect that the power of this move was a little too great.

He was really hurt.

This is a scene, but the two have to fake it.

Eerie, quiet, leaving the sound of rain alone......

Taking a deep breath, Xinghuan's body suddenly weakened, and he fell to one knee in the ring.

Half true, half false.

Truth and falsehood are the easiest to confuse others.

So, all the people present who did not know the truth believed it.

It is believed that Xinghuan has been seriously injured.

This is a good opportunity, there will always be people who can't bear the loneliness......

Unexpectedly, this man appeared quickly.

Before Xinghuan stood up, he couldn't wait to get into the ring.

The person who came was a middle-aged man in a strong suit, with a righteous face and sharp eyes.

He was afraid that Xinghuan would recover, so he came to the stage so quickly.

If it's late, the opportunity will be gone.

He didn't believe that with his strength, he would not be able to kill a person who had died heavily, even if this person was carrying the inheritance of Xiao Li's flying knife.

In the heavy rain, in the ring.

The big man let the rain soak his clothes, pointed the long sword in his hand at Xinghuan, and said coldly: "Xinghuan, you kill my uncle, today is either you die or I die." ”

The reward for the task of killing Xinghuan issued by Shimen was too tempting for him to take a risk.

As long as Xinghuan is killed, fame and fortune can be obtained.

Think about it, how exciting it would be for the heir of the dignified Xiao Li Flying Knife to die in his hands.

After completing the revenge mission of the master, he can also learn a peerless lesson from the "Shangqing Secret Record" again.

Inevitably, he was greedy......

Coughing, Xinghuan staggered up and said, "Who is your uncle?" ”

Dahan said in a cold voice: "Kongtong faction, there is no old man." ”

Xinghuan sighed helplessly and said, "Let's make a move." ”

When the words fell, the long sword in the hand of the big man who had been preparing for a long time suddenly stabbed out.

Xinghuan didn't take out the flying knife, but kept dodging in a staggering pace.

He wanted to give everyone the illusion that he was seriously injured.

The more realistic the better.

Tossing and turning, Xinghuan made a move.

The middle-aged man's swordsmanship is not weak, if he doesn't make a move, he may not have a chance next.

At some point, an ice sword that was as indistinguishable as cold frost was condensed in his left hand.

Seeing this, everyone present immediately understood why Leng Hanshuang had to come to the stage just now.

After the middle-aged man who had already noticed it saw the Ice Spirit Cold Knife in Xinghuan's hand, he gritted his teeth and used the strongest move in the "Tongtian Sword Technique".

A sword to the sky!

The tip of the sword pierced through the rain curtain, and was blocked by the Ice Spirit Cold Knife in Xinghuan's hand.

Silently, a flying knife disappeared into Xinghuan's right hand and appeared on the neck of the middle-aged man.

"You ......"

With his mouth slightly open and closed, the middle-aged man finally fell into the ring, and there was still unwillingness in his eyes.

This is the second peerless heir, and Huang Jun is no longer the only one.

The body was carried down, and this time, for a long, long time, no one came to the ring again.

Although, Xinghuan felt as if he was about to be seriously injured and dying.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the rain was still continuous.

The Peerless Descendants have given up, and they can't afford to pay for their lives in order to kill Xinghuan.

Moreover, they do not have any grudges against Xinghuan.

When the benefits are not enough, no one chooses to take risks.

After all, if you die, you have nothing but to start all over again.

Finally, the seventh day of the conference came to an end, and the curtain came to an end in the wind and rain.

Everything is going well.