"No more nonsense. ”

Zhao Wou-Ki was holding a scarlet broadsword in his hand, and his whole body was full of momentum, "Today, unless I die, you don't want to win me." ”

It's going to be desperate.

Many people saw Zao Wou-Ki's determination.

It's not started yet, though.

But they all felt that it was going to be a brutal, bloody, tragic battle.

"Hmph. ”

Wen Yichen snorted coldly, "Come on." ”

The voice fell.

There was a cloud of green smoke billowing under his feet, and the whole person rushed out in an instant.

"The breeze is coming. ”

The sword flickered.

The sword qi is not sharp.

On the contrary, it is as soft as a spring breeze.

But there is the ultimate murder in it.

"Not bad. ”

The Qingyun Sect boss who led the team nodded secretly.

Wen Yichen can become a personal disciple, and his talent and strength are naturally stronger than ordinary disciples.

It's lost.

With the eyesight of the bigwigs present, it was natural to see that Zhao Wouji was indeed a little worse than Wen Yichen.

"Fallen Leaf Knife. ”

Zao Wou-Ki also made a move.

Burst of spiritual power.

The robe is windless and automatic.

The aura on his body also became extremely wild and domineering.

"Idiot. ”

Wen Yichen disdainful.

Seems overbearing.

But what's the use?

His move is a swordsmanship that overcomes rigidity with softness.

It's close.

It's getting closer.

In an instant, Wen Yichen's long sword had already arrived in front of Zhao Wouji.

Swish.

The Crimson Broadsword swept abruptly.

The air vibrated and shook like water waves.

"You... ”

Wen Yichen's face changed.

Grass Nyima's.

Do you really think that he doesn't read much and doesn't know this trick?

This is clearly a thousand armies.

In a hurry.

He could only follow the change of moves, and the long sword in his hand accelerated and stabbed forward, "Liuyun Sword." ”

Rumble.

Spiritual power exploded instantly.

The ring was like a storm in the ring.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

Under the hasty change of moves, Wen Yichen suffered a loss and kept retreating.

Swish.

Zao Wou-Ki did not stop for the slightest, and chased after him with a big knife.

There is no burst of martial arts.

Because it takes time to perform martial arts, this will give Wen Yichen time to adjust.

Dangdangdang.

The broadsword slashed at the longsword continuously, splashing sparks.

Although Wen Yichen's strength is a few points better, he is also a layer of condensation, and his strength is almost the same.

One wrong step.

Wrong steps.

He could only grit his teeth and resist.

"It's so shameless. ”

"Call it so loud to deceive people. ”

"It's shameless. ”

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were all scolding.

This?

The people of the other sects were also speechless, as soon as they came to power, they thought that this would be a tragic battle, but who knew that in a blink of an eye, Zhao Wouji would trap Wen Yichen.

And Zhuge Luo and the others couldn't help but glance at Bai Fan, if they remembered correctly, Zao Wou-Ki was this guy's little brother, and now it seems that this is a true legend.

Damn it.

If you go on like this, you're going to lose.

Wen Yichen was anxious.

A bite of teeth.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Burst.

The knife fell.

He didn't dodge.

Immediately, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and blood splattered.

Boom.

At the same time, he kicked Zao Wou-Ki with one kick.

With that backlash, he violently withdrew.

"Beautiful. ”

"Enough for men. ”

"him. ”

The Qingyun Sect disciple immediately became excited.

"Idiot. ”

Zao Wou-Ki scolded, "It's the edge of the ring in the back." ”

What the?

Wen Yichen subconsciously glanced back.

"Fallen Leaf Knife. ”

In the midst of this lightning and flint, the Xuan-level martial arts mastered by Zao Wou-Ki exploded.

"I... ”

Wen Yichen wanted to vomit blood.

Although it takes less than a breath to turn back.

But it made his shot slow again.

Crackling.

The air exploded in an instant, and the scarlet broadsword slashed down with the aura of a tyrant.

"The breeze is coming. ”

While.

The longsword framed the broadsword.

But Wen Yichen's strength was not fully exerted at all.

This one suffered a lot of losses.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of that mouth, and the breath on his body was also falling rapidly.

Continuous injuries.

He couldn't take it anymore.

The secret technique of suppressing injuries and improving strength is not a cabbage product, he has not learned it.

Finished.

The big man who led the team of Qingyun Sect had an extremely ugly face, but he didn't say anything.

Although Zao Wou-Ki's style of play is very shameless.

But he won, didn't he?

If this is not a battle in the ring, what will happen to Wen Yichen?

The results did not surprise him.

The injured Wen Yichen was directly pressed and beaten by Zao Wou-ki, and he couldn't reverse the decline at all, and was directly knocked out of the ring in the screams of grievance.

Swish.

With a wave of the big knife, Zao Wou-Ki stared at Zao Wou-Ki coldly, "What?"

"I'm not convinced. ”

Wen Yichen shouted aggrievedly, "This is a battle in the ring, be fair." ”

Some of them are weak-hearted.

Zao Wou-Ki turned his head and glanced at Bai Fan.

It's still too tender.

I'm going to have to practice a lot more in the future.

Bai Fan shook his head, his eyes fell on Wen Yichen, "The winner is the king and the loser Kou, haven't you heard of it?"

"You... ”

"What are you?" Bai Fan directly interrupted Wen Yichen's words, "Come, come, come, you come to tell me what fairness is?

"After he broke through, that's his waste. ”

Wen Yichen shouted.

"Isn't this over, you're fooled, that's your stupid/fork, who is to blame?"

Wen Yichen opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

the groove.

The other sect martial artists couldn't help but scold.

Although they also felt that something was wrong, they just couldn't find the words to refute it.

"Also, you're older than him, so you've eaten a few more days, isn't it a long time to eat more?

"Your sword is longer than his, an inch long and an inch stronger, is this called fairness?"

"And you're so ugly, so scary, he's so handsome, what's called fairness?"

Wen Yichen's eyes widened, just staring at Bai Fan, his body trembled, the aggrieved color on his face became stronger and stronger, and then a large mouthful of black blood gushed out, and he fainted as soon as his head was deviated.

Well, it's normal.

The outer disciples present, Zhuge Luo and the others did not have any accidents.

The other martial artists of the sects are different, looking at Bai Fan's eyes have become a little afraid, it is nothing to be defeated, victory or defeat is normal, but this is directly caused to be aggrieved and vomit blood and faint, it is very cruel.

"Big brother. ”

Zao Wou-Ki walked down with a smile on his face.

Revenge is avenged.

He's cool right now.

"Hmm. ”

Bai Fan nodded, "The expression was still a little stiff just now, and the action of raising his hand was not realistic enough, these details must be paid attention to, it is okay to deceive those idiots, but if you meet a vigilant guy, it may not work." ”

"Then how should I practice, big brother?"

"Practice more in front of the bronze mirror, diligence can make up for the clumsiness. ”

"Yes. ”

Listening to Bai Fan and Zhao Wu talking about how Yin people are without the slightest hesitation, the corners of many martial artists' mouths twitched, this is also a Haoran Righteous Qi Sect, can you not be so unscrupulous?

Anyway, by now, their impression of Bai Fan has changed greatly.

"Up. ”

At this time, Gu Tian spoke in a low voice.

If there was anyone present who wanted to chop Bai Fan into meat sauce the most, it was undoubtedly him.

Pedaling.

A disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect of the second layer of the condensation vein came out of the ranks, flew into the ring, and pointed the long sword in his hand at Bai Fan, "The mouth will say, I want to see if your strength is as powerful as that mouth." ”

The eyes of everyone present also fell on Bai Fan.

At this entrance ceremony, Bai Fan was out of the limelight, and they also wanted to see what Bai Fan's strength was.

The people from the Ancient Sword Sect have come to deliver the treasure chest.

Bai Fan stepped forward while rubbing his chest, damn it, the heartache is really uncomfortable.