The sword-wielding disciple turned his head to glance at the throne of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, which seemed to be inconspicuous, but radiated the deadliest temptation in the world in the sun.

At this time, ** defeated everything, he should have quickly clicked on his two most important acupoints, stopped bleeding, and then went up to fight for the victory, but he understood that at this time, he must maintain the full operation of his body, and pointing at an acupuncture point means that his own actions, thinking should be half a beat slower, 0.0001 seconds can determine the moment of life and death, what is it to shed a little blood.

The disciple calculated that he had at most one cup of tea, and his mind would be slow due to excessive bleeding.

Instead, he straightened up and raised his sword.

Seeing this scene in the audience, the head of the Shaochong faction closed his eyes with a long sigh, he instantly understood his beloved apprentice's plan, but in life, who can withstand this temptation, decades of cultivation are just for these tricks on the stage.

The sword-wielding disciple of the Shaochong faction flew towards Zhang Ziyan with his sword, this moment was extremely beautiful, the blood on the young man's waist had begun to splash, staining the trajectory behind him, and his flying posture was elegant and atmospheric, like the pictures in Xuan Zhen's broken and broken hand-me-down book.

But when he flew to Zhang Ziyan, he saw that the two white ribbons, as if they had come to life, turned into countless pythons with teeth and claws in an instant, protecting Zhang Ziyan in front of him, and he flew into this whirlpool like this.

The body of this sword-wielding disciple was later used by the world's first tailor for three full days to put the more than 70 pieces of wreckage together.

Zhang Ziyan naturally cocked his little thumb at this time, picked up a wisp of green silk that hung down due to blood, took out a small copper mirror from his arms, and carefully cleaned up a few drops of blood on his face, his white robe was still as pure as ever, and the two white ribbons did not fall to the ground, but still hovered behind him, as if he was really alive.

And Zhang Ziyan's expression was still slightly angry, like he had not cut a disciple of the Shaochong faction, but a girl who had tidied up her makeup after a beautiful late autumn rain.

Many of the men present also had their hearts beating faster when they saw his current expression, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they seemed to have been fascinated by his absolute elegance.

However, since there are people who are deluded, there will naturally be people who are sober.

Just when everyone was obsessed with Zhang Ziyan, they saw a shirtless man rushing into the ring: "You dog thief, you actually killed my brother, and you didn't come quickly." As he spoke, he actually slashed at Zhang Ziyan's head with the big knife in his hand.

Zhang Ziyan didn't actually want to kill that person just now, everything was just a coincidence.

The two ribbons were poured into the world's unique internal strength, and naturally formed a protective body, and the sword-wielding disciple just rushed into the whirlpool that he shouldn't have rushed into.

But under the scolding of the big man, Zhang Ziyan frowned lightly, unconsciously turned sideways, and dodged the big man's attack.

Who would have thought that Dahan would miss a blow, and he was suddenly indignant in his heart, and he pounced on Zhang Ziyan again with a knife.

Zhang Ziyan has already made a move, and the endless entanglement of the big man really makes him irritable.

Then, Zhang Ziyan rolled up the big man with the soft ribbon in his hand that was not urged from within, and then threw it directly under the ring.

Jin Qing was squatting in the corner, nibbling on the last roast pork leg in his hand with relish.

Suddenly, he felt that there was a loud noise behind him, Jin Qing hurriedly dodged to the side, and then heard the sound of "bump", and then a person rushed straight into the wall that Jin Qing was originally facing with a strong momentum.

The flying dust raised Jin Qing's face, watching a group of people rush to the rescue, Jin Qing slowly turned his head sideways to look at the roast suckling pig in his hand.

Who would have thought that all they could see was a "torch" stained with grass clippings and dust

Looking at the unrecognizable pork leg in her hand, Jin Qing lowered her head and laughed softly, slowly her shoulders shook, and then Jin Qing laughed louder and louder. The sinister smile on his face also came together.

Lei Hao next to him just wanted to care about her, when he saw Jin Qing raise his head, revealing a pair of eyes that had completely turned blood-red.

Lei Hao was so frightened by Jin Qing's appearance that he hurriedly took two steps back, grabbed his wooden knife and quickly hid, he just reacted a little slower in his brain, but he was not stupid.

After Jin Qing raised his head, he directly reached out and pulled out the double knives behind him.

For a while, the entire martial arts conference was quiet, and everyone was watching this bloody knife door Lei Er, who had the most legends on the road of the martial arts conference, and suddenly exploded.

Seeing this, the head of the Shaochong faction stood up and scolded Jin Qing angrily, "Arrogant junior, such a grand event, why is it noisy!" "This Xuanzhen faction has just stolen the limelight, at this moment, he can't retreat from this young chong, he must stand up and have a big brother, otherwise how can he serve the public in the future.

Jin Qing didn't say anything, and at this time, the nerves in her brain were like two small red iron bars stirring wildly in her brain.

Jin Qing threw the double knives on the ground with the scabbards together, and the double knives sank straight into the ground, only leaking out the hilt, as if this was not a bluestone slab ground, but a sandy ground.

Then the hundreds of people in the audience saw Jin Qing put his hand behind him, and then roared: "Suffer death, you cowards!" ”

Jin Qing's voice was terrible, and everyone only felt that a row of black lines flew above their heads: "..."How can a good person say crazy, he will be crazy!"

Originally, everyone thought that Jin Qing was just going crazy, but they didn't expect that under this digging, Jin Qing actually pulled out a huge mace from behind him......

Looking at this rod that was shiny all over and emitted an eerie cold light, everyone, including Lei Hao, was stunned: such a big thing, what is hidden... Where's it.

At this time, Jin Qing's eyes had turned blood-red, and it seemed that he could drip blood at any time.

Everyone felt bad, and hurriedly retreated to both sides to make way for Jin Qing, but Jin Qing didn't look at others, the blood-red Shuangyang stared directly at Zhang Ziyan standing in the ring, and quickly flew towards the ring.

Zhang Ziyan was so frightened by Jin Qing's movements that he took a step back, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jin Qing, who was already standing in front of the stage, not understanding what this woman wanted to do.

Jin Qing held the mace in his hand high and swung it down at the ring.

Seeing this, Zhang Ziyan's pupils shrank suddenly: No, it's dangerous.

As Jin Qing smashed down with a stick, in an instant, the huge ring turned into rubble as if it had been smashed by a missile, and Zhang Ziyan, who was still in the ring, disappeared without a trace.

After the dust settled, the needle drop of the martial arts conference could be heard.