Yun Fan wore a mask on his face and couldn't see his expression, holding a long sword three feet long and one finger wide in his hand, and slowly walked towards Xiao Hu.

"Hell, I never thought you were a sword cultivator. ”

Xiao Hu frowned, with a dignified look, and said viciously.

"Oh?" Yun Fan's last step fell less than ten meters away from him, and said indifferently: "There are many things you didn't expect. ”

Xiao Hu still had a frightening cold feeling on his body at this time, and roared in a cruel voice: "Hell, Lao Tzu has to tear you apart today." ”

"Then try it. Yun Fan lifted the sword in his hand and shook it at him.

"Look for death. ”

Yun Fan's pick-up actions successfully stimulated Xiao Hu, his eyes turned red and he instantly rushed over, the stone ground under his feet suddenly shattered, and a punch blasted out with a strong wind.

Tiger Fist.

This is Xiao Hu's natal martial arts, human-level high-grade, the arm is the body of the tiger, the fist is the claw of the tiger, and one punch can break through the iron, which is extremely powerful.

Yun Fan, who was erected, looked at Xiao Hu who was jumping over like a tiger, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his right hand clenched the handle, and he took a slow step forward under his feet.

"Three-step life-killing sword. ”

One step out, with a slight turn of the wrist, the sword rotates counterclockwise for half a circle, and the sword body is tilted.

So slow!

Xiao Hu looked at his slow movements, and sneered in his heart, but the next moment he was stupid.

The fist that made him full of confidence disappeared out of thin air!

Yes, in an instant, it was only a fist twice as large as the average person in one breath, and it was gone!

Only the stump arm remained.

Trample!

Taking the second step, Yun Fan's sword posture in his right hand changed again, and in an instant, the sword was held in his hand, and the sharp blade was drawn from the bottom to the top.

I saw an arm without a palm flying into the sky.

Trample!

The third step was taken out again, the distance between the two was almost less than an inch, Xiao Hu's eyes suddenly shrank almost like a needle's eye, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a cold light flash in front of him, followed by a cold throat, and before he could reflect, his body fell backwards unconsciously.

It's scary!

What kind of eyes are they, and what kind of world they have gone through, to hone such cold and ruthless eyes.

Poof!

Xiao Hu's heavy corpse fell vertically on the stone floor, smashing the surrounding traces of cracks, and then with a "poof", the armless arm was like a faucet that had just opened the floodgate, and endless blood spurted out of it, drowning blood with his throat, filling the surroundings.

Quiescence.

There was an unprecedented silence, and everyone in the audience was stunned, so quiet that they could even hear a needle dropping.

Yun Fan ignored the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, squatted down and picked up the sword in his hand and rubbed it against Xiao Hu's clothes, wiping the blood stains on it.

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the audience.

"I'm grass, Xiao ...... Xiao Hu is dead?"

"In the top 50 of the death list, Xiao Hu, who has won five games in a row today, is dead?"

"The first man is still pressing this ghost mask man and beating him, but why is he suddenly going against the trend?"

"Which of you saw his sword?"

"I ...... All I saw was an afterimage. ”

......

The old man standing under the martial platform was also shocked, staring at the grimace mask man standing on it wiping his sword, and his heart was turbulent.

That sword is indeed fast, and it is very sharp, not dragging mud and water at all, the sword path is clear, and the killing is decisive.

Others can't see clearly, but he, a powerhouse in the Ning Yuan Realm, can see clearly, but it still gives him a sense of ambiguity.

Talented!

Kendo genius, a talent born for the sword.

Below Ning Yuan, he can use the sword to this extent, except for those demons, he really can't think of anyone else.

The old man took a deep look at Yun Fan, and quietly turned around and walked upstairs.

......

In a private room on the second floor.

A handsome man dressed in a gorgeous suit and full of jewels looked at the masked man below with interest with a wine glass.

"The Nine Emperor Princes. ”

An old man behind him stood respectfully and said softly.

"Speak. The handsome man spat out a word indifferently.

"The Nine Emperors, his swordsmanship is superb, and his talent in kendo is definitely not low, and the old slave feels that this person can be wooed. Although the man turned his back to the old man, he still lowered his head and said softly.

"You may see his cultivation. The handsome man asked.

"Back to the Nine Emperor Princes, this person has no spiritual power fluctuations, but it can give people a feeling of the unfathomable nature of the ocean, and it seems to be a mediocre mortal, in short...... The old slave can't see through it. Speaking the last sentence, the old man's body bent even more, which may be due to the hindrance of age, which made his bent waist a little difficult.

The handsome man took a sip of wine and stretched out his hand to beckon.

The old slave retired. The old man slowly withdrew from the doorway with his head bowed.

The handsome man's gaze never left the man on the martial platform, the wine glass in his hand was gently put down, the corners of his mouth hooked up a grim smile, and he said lightly: "Interesting." ”

......

In another private room.

At this moment, there are three girls sitting here, one stuffed and the other has its own spring.

If you let others see it, you will definitely be surprised, because three of the five outstanding beauties have gathered together.

If the people fighting on the dueling table knew that one hundred and one percent of their combat strength would definitely burst out, and if one of them looked at it and didn't say it was unrealistic, if he was made a guard, it would be something that thousands of young men dreamed of.

"Sister Gu Lan, this mysterious man's swordsmanship is so fast. Zhao Wenjuan sat next to Xia Weiwei's left hand and said in surprise.

Today, she seems to have been dressed up very carefully, with delicate makeup on her green face, a pair of clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, wearing a blue shawl on the outside, and a dark blue delicate gauze skirt inside, faintly revealing pale pink and white skin, looming and seductive.

"The shot is fast, the swordsmanship is sharp, it is indeed very strong, this person's kendo achievements can be ranked in the top five among the younger generation of the Jindu Dynasty. Xia Gulan's posture was dignified but elegant, and the lips of the scarf that blocked half of her face surged slightly.

"Wow, who is better than that ugly monster, Sister Gulan?"

Suddenly, a young and lovely face appeared in front of Xia Weiwei's eyes, looking at her seriously with those eyes full of aura.

"Phew, you dead girl scared me to death. Xia Gulan was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the human head, her heart was pounding, she turned her head to look at the man in the audience, shook her head slightly, her tone was a little trembling as if she had not eased up, and said: "Before you fight, all the results are unknown." ”

"Ah!!! are you not even sure about Sister Gulan when you say that?"

......

Yun Fan on the martial arts platform didn't know that he had been secretly followed by many people.

At this moment, he was a little excited and excited in his heart, and he could feel that the bottleneck in the dantian seemed to be a little cracked, and he was just one foot away, and he would step into the next realm, the Dacheng period.

"It seems that I am not wrong, only by honing in the endless fight can I improve faster. Yun Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart and said in the bottom tone.

"You choose to continue or step down. ”

Suddenly, the old man stood on the stage at some point, looked at Yun Fan and asked.

"Go on!"

Yun Fan replied without hesitation.

The old man nodded, his eyes covered with dark spots stared at Yun Fan deeply, as if he wanted to see something from it, and said indifferently: "Okay." ”

After speaking, he quietly stepped down from the stage.

Bite!

A crisp bell rang and the battle continued.

......

Poof!

A flash of blush soared, followed by a wide-eyed man's head.

In half a day, Yun Fan fought seven consecutive death-to-death battles, all of which were easily won.

With the end of the seventh game, his popularity also skyrocketed, and nearly 10,000 people were shouting the word "Yunfan".

In the vast dueling arena, his name was endlessly resounding, and the sound was like a bell.

"It's too strong, it's another sword kill. ”

"Each of them only has one sword, is this an old monster of a hermit?"

"He's the biggest dark horse of the year, one of no other. ”

"Look, the eighth challenger is out. ”

"Tear......! It turned out to be a ruthless swordsman, Chi Yao. ”

"Why are you so shocked, is he amazing?"

"Is it still powerful? This person can be said to be very strong, Chi Yao, nicknamed the ruthless swordsman, none of the enemies who fought with him died tragically, and the existence of the top thirty on the death list last month was cultivated to the fourth order of the Yuan. ”

"He's right, I think this dark horse may be slaughtered. ”

"Shhh