The old man untied the long sword on his back and threw it to Shi Wuzheng, who solemnly took the sword: "Thank you Uncle Ancestor for the sword." ”

With the sword in his hand, Shi Wuzheng jumped into the No. 1 field, the dust was not visible, the wind and snow did not move, and the elegant figure was in the independent field, dressed in white, handsome and elegant, clear and dusty, like a sword fairy in the sky.

The crowd immediately detonated, shouting like a tide, some people shouted Sword Immortal, some people shouted Shi Wuzheng, one after another, the sound shook the four wilds, and there were a group of women who came from nowhere, people shouted Sword Immortal, Shi Wuzheng, they shouted I love you.

"Tut-tut, this scene makes me jealous to death." Gongsun Qi said with envy.

Not only Gongsun Qi, Shi Wuzheng's appeal made countless people envious, jealous and hateful, but he was not handsome enough, and he didn't play the sword so well, so he could only slander in his belly.

In the face of the sword immortal, Yang Lixiong was like a great enemy, ready to go, and was not affected by the audience's shouting at all.

The two saluted each other, Yang Lixiong took the initiative to attack, a Yanling knife sword light like a waterfall, overlapping, Shi Wuzheng's body was elegant, and the sword light in his hand advanced and retreated at will in the heavy knife light, coming and going like the wind.

Yang Lixiong is also a master of Dan Jin, but unfortunately the knife technique is a little rough, probably self-taught, or has surpassed the height of the master, so he can only grope forward by himself, the realm is very unstable, only with a blood courage.

Inherited by famous families, the experience summed up by countless predecessors, Shi Wuzheng's road is very stable, step by step, naturally it is not comparable to a wild road like Yang Lixiong, and Yang Lixiong has fallen into the disadvantage in less than a moment.

After fighting for a while, using everything he had learned, Yang Lixiong still couldn't shake Shi Wuzheng, and he was defeated cleanly. Many contestants like Yang Lixiong do not aim to win the championship, but to gain insights in the battle with the masters, so that they can go to the next level, win the best, it doesn't matter if they lose, the most important thing is to improve.

Shi Wuzheng won, and the audience suddenly boiled and shouted louder.

Shi Wuzheng was very popular, Yang Lixiong had just left the venue in defeat, and someone immediately came on the field, and a person on the opposite side of the venue jumped into the field. On the field was a middle-aged man, who looked like a farmer, with his arms up to his knees, walking like an old ape, and he didn't speak, clenched his fists slightly, and put on a double-covered fist.

Tongbei boxing is created with reference to the momentum of the ape, and the body is like an ape, this person is obviously extraordinary, and he must be a famous Tongbei master.

When the man-like man came on the field, Chu Xiang found that the old man's posture had changed, his lazy gas was clear, and a calm momentum was like a dragon hibernating.

Gongsun Qi also noticed the abnormality of the situation, looked at Chu Xiang, and found that Chu Xiang had a solemn expression, and turned his head to stare at the man who looked like a cropper on the field.

Shi Wuzheng's sword waved the immortal to guide the way, and the crop man immediately attacked.

The crop man's fist is like thunder, the wind is whistling, the fist is fierce and heavy, strong and powerful, but it is not blindly fierce, just and soft, and it has the essence of the back fist.

Shi Wuzheng was not afraid at all, the long sword was as cold as electricity, and the crop man's offensive was even worse, forcing Shi Wuzheng to open his firepower with all his firepower, without any intention of leaving his hand, his fists were as heavy as a mountain, the more the two fought, the more fierce the situation became, the situation became more and more dangerous, and the slightest negligence was the end of death, and before he knew it, the situation was already a life-fighting situation.

At this time, even Zhou Shen and Feng Yao saw the danger of the situation, and the two of them shouted in a deep voice: "Master." ”

The old man waved his hand, and the two had to sit reluctantly, holding back their hearts anxiously watching the fight between the two on the field.

Chu Xiang understood the old man's thoughts, only in a desperate situation can he break through, and the desperate situation is dangerous, but it is the best opportunity. Wudang's courage was beyond Chu Xiang's expectations, this is probably the confidence of the famous faction.

"People from the Qi family?" Gongsun Qi said in a deep voice.

"Zhang's family." The old man said.

The Zhang family, the first master of Tongbei boxing in the past hundred years, is surnamed Zhang, and the arm saint Zhang Ce.

Shi Wuzheng has already fallen into the wind, and the croppers are attacking strongly, following him like a shadow, not allowing Shi Wuzheng to have the slightest respite, let alone giving Shi Wuzheng a chance to get out, it is clear that he wants to kill Shi Wuzheng on the spot.

Killing the opponent in a dignified competition, even Wudang has nothing to say, this is a conspiracy, a sinister conspiracy.

"Zhang Zhenbian's predecessors are also the Zhang family?" Chu Xiang suddenly asked.

"Branch." The old man said.

It turned out to be Zhang Zhenbian's same sect, and the problem was complicated.

Chu Xiang and Gongsun Qi looked at each other, both of them saw the worry in each other's eyes, and at the same time a question arose in their hearts: Why did this person kill Shi Wuzheng?

In the desperate situation, Shi Wuzheng completely broke out, the long sword in his hand was like a milky way, the sword light was like a waterfall, overlapping, the crop man's offensive was blocked, Shi Wuzheng got a chance to breathe, but he did not withdraw from it, but fought back.

The crop man is not afraid, falling, shooting, piercing, drilling, splitting, his palms change, shuttling back and forth in the sword light, seeing the sword net as nothing, hooking, kicking, bounce, and hoofing under his feet, insidious and unpredictable, and it didn't take long for Shi Wuzheng to fall into a disadvantage again.

The sword is like a dragon, Shi Wuzheng tried his best, after all, he was invincible, he was bullied by the crop man and approached him, hooking, grabbing, dialing, the technique changed continuously, Shi Wuzheng was caught off guard, and was knocked off the sword in his hand, Shi Wuzheng's left hand sword finger turned into a fist, and then took a palm of the crop man, the palm of the crop man seemed to be strong, but it was a sticky force, not letting Shi Wuzheng go, Shi Wuzheng's internal strength surged, the crop man had to lead his hand to spit out, and Shi Wuzheng's left hand was broken, and Shi Wuzheng took advantage of the situation to drift back.

Shi Wuzheng floated off the field, the old man Huo Ran got up, his rickety figure seemed to be a sharp sword out of the sheath, his breath was sharp and sharp, and he stepped out in one step, and he had already arrived in the field.

The wind and snow danced wildly, the old man's hair was flying, he stretched out his right hand, and said the word "sword" in his mouth, and the long sword left by Shi Wuzheng flew into the old man's palm.

"Please advise." The old man said word by word, and his momentum rose steadily, as if there was no boundary, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and the sword aura was full of sky.

The crop man's face changed slightly, but he didn't expect the old man to make a decisive move, not giving him a way out, he raised his hand and waved his palm, and he could only fight to the death.

As a member of the Zhang family, he can die, not retreat, and understands that the old man wants his life today, and he can only fight, because he originally wanted Shi Wuzheng's life.

The old man swept with a sword, the sword intent was like a prison, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, sweeping thousands of troops.

A sword came out, no one dared to be three feet above, and the cropper man rushed forward.

The old man's second sword came out, and a sword slashed down, splitting a thousand mountains.

The croppers protrude in the oblique thorns.

The old man's third sword came out, cut down obliquely, just cut off from the front of the crop man's oblique thorn protruding, the crop man struggled with a punch, the fist wind was like thunder, and the anger was like a flood, but he couldn't stop the thin sword light, the sword light swept by, the sword intent was sensitive, the crop man only felt a cold chest, all the internal organs were tingling, and the strength of the whole body was lost.

Seriously injured and dying, the cropper man looked indifferent, looked at the cold long sword in the old man's hand, and smiled: "I have been planting for seventeen years, but I still can't plant well after all." ”

No one understands what this means.

The old man snorted coldly, the sword light moved again, and a head flew up, and blood was like a fountain.

Someone on the sidelines stood up, glaring angrily, full of murderous energy, but the old man's sword pointed out, and everyone bowed their heads, and no one dared to move.

Liwei, the arrogant and domineering Liwei, whoever dares to touch my Wudang, this is the end. Wudang has principles, there are no principles, when there are no principles, it doesn't matter who you are, what about the descendants of the Arm Saint, if you have the courage, you will come to fight, and if you kill you, you will have to cut off your head.

The old man threw his sword casually, and the long sword fell into the scabbard on Shi Wuzheng's back.

I didn't expect the old man to be so ruthless, so arrogant, and unscrupulous, Chu Xiang greatly changed his opinion of this smiling old man, when he was young, this guy was probably also a troublesome character.

Shi Wuzheng's left wrist was shattered and he was going to the hospital for surgery, but Gongsun Qilian reluctantly accompanied Shi Wuzheng away.

Chang has no intention, Yin Wuyi wants to play, the old man wants to continue to press the formation, Chu Xiang has never played, he may play, he has already lost, only he is the most suitable, he can only accompany Shi Wuzheng.

There are constant big battles on the field, there are people on the field at the end of each game, and the appearance of the old immortal has little effect on the youngsters, for them, the most important thing is to seize the opportunity to become stronger.

Chu Xiang looked at the fight on the field, and he was moved, but he understood that there were too many old immortals meddling in today's game, he was not Shi Wuzheng, no one supported him, and there might not even be anyone who collected the body, the other party would definitely not miss such a good opportunity to kill him, once he got on the field, it would be a situation of nine deaths.

"You want to go?" The old man felt Chu Xiang's qi fluctuate.

Chu Xiang shook his head.

"I don't know how many geniuses have died in the hands of these people in the past hundred years, you are still young, there is an opportunity, there is no need to mix in this troubled water, last time they plotted that you would not die, if you go up, you will never come back." The old man said.

"I know." Chu Xiangzheng said, the old man's words went to his heart. Those people are just dry bones in the grave, they can't stay up for long, it is estimated that they want to take advantage of the fact that they can still move, come out to stir up the wind and rain, there is no need to entangle with them, at most another year, I will no longer be afraid of these people, and there is time to consume them.

Hearing the old man's words, Song Xiaoting grabbed Chu Xiang's arm tightly, afraid that he would go up and die if he was impulsive, Chu Xiang touched Song Xiaoting's head and held Song Xiaoting's hand.

The newly released top ten masters, except for Yan Zhongda, who don't know the origin, the other eight are all children of famous families, only Chu Xiang came out of a wild road, like a bright light in the night, how can such an existence not cause some people to kill.

Yin Wuwu's opponent is a swordsman who is also at the peak of refining the marrow, and he uses the Bagua Knife, and the Wudang Sword is against the Bagua Knife, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. After forty-seven moves, Yin Wuwu was defeated, and the swordsman did not rush to kill them all, and he accepted it when he saw it.

Yin Wuwu was not unjustly defeated, he was too young, he was proficient in swordsmanship but not experienced enough, he was slightly inexperienced in fighting the enemy, and his opponent was extremely proficient in a gossip knife, at least more than ten years of water grinding kung fu on it, very old and spicy.

After defeating Yin Wume, a Dan Jin master came to the stage, this Dan Jin master's weapon is very strange, it is a short stick with the thickness of a finger, but the arm is long, but a few moves, the short stick master will defeat the swordsman cleanly.

Yin Wuwu looked a little depressed, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the old man.

"You can't afford to lose a game, so you can go back to the mountain to guard the gate in the future." The old man scolded unceremoniously.

Of course, he didn't want to go back to the mountain to guard the door, and he was only twenty-five years old and spent his life on that lonely mountain, and it was better to die.

"You are not allowed to go back for half a year, and you are going around by yourself." The old man said again.

"Yes, Uncle Shi." Yin Wuself said respectfully, he was not stupid, and he knew what the old man meant.

Chang had no intention of waiting for the schedule to be arranged, and after the swordsman who defeated Yin Wuwu was defeated by the short stick master, he often had no intention of carrying a sword on the field and facing the short stick master.