Bo Nanchun's defeat greatly undermined the confidence of the warriors of the northern kingdom.

The people who came to power before were all grassroots heroes, even if they really lost to the Martial Saint Inheritance, it could be said that it was a matter of course, but Bo Nanchun was a master of the three halls and two courts of the imperial court, one of the top martial artists of the Great Wei, and even he was defeated so miserably, it couldn't help but make people despair.

After Bo Nanchun's defeat, Xu Rui immediately asked An Ge to arrange the best medical staff to rescue him, but in the end he was one step slower, and the master was cut off his legs and finally died in the ring due to excessive blood loss.

The warriors of the northern kingdom were full of grief and indignation, but they had no choice but to watch the thirty-six swords of the East China Sea continue to show off their might in the imperial city of the Great Wei, and this kind of humiliation was something that the martial Wei people had never experienced.

"In the lower sword Han Lu Baiwei, ranked twenty-two among the thirty-six swords, this time the ring is guarded by me, but anyone dares to attack?"

At this moment, another white-robed swordsman stood in the ring.

The man was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a thin stature, sunken eyes, and a gloomy gaze, like a crow waiting to eat the corpse after a great battle.

"Anyway, if you come, you will be sent to death, if you still have a little brain, I am afraid that the group of turtles with shrunken heads in Wei State will not dare to play, and the senior brother will be tired, so he will sit in the ring for two more hours, and he should cultivate quietly."

"That's it, those Wei dogs can only show off their might, and they originally thought that even if they didn't have the ability, they should be a little bloody, who thought that none of them could fight, they were all waste."

"The country is wasted, and the natural people are wasted, I think from now on, they Wei people will not go out and embarrass people, lest the whole world know that they are waste!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other white-robed swordsmen on the sidelines immediately made sarcastic remarks, and everyone burst into laughter, but the onlookers of the Northern Kingdom were only red-faced and incompetent and furious.

Many warriors were humiliated, even if they knew that they were invincible, they had to go to the stage to compete, but fortunately, the successive fiascos allowed more people to recover their senses and pull the impulsive people in time to avoid making unnecessary sacrifices.

"Wait for the night, don't bully me, there is no one in Dawei!"

At this moment, an old man with crane hair shouted angrily and flew into the ring.

"It's Feiyun senior!"

The old man's surname is Hu Mingshanhe, and like Bo Nanchun, he is a top master of the three halls and two academies, because no one can break the famous stunt "Feiyun Hand", he is respectfully called Mr. Feiyun.

Hu Shanhe's face was deep, and at a glance, he knew that he was not easy to match, and everyone saw that it was him who once again ignited hope and began to cheer.

Jian Han Lu Baiwei sneered and said, "Why, your Wei Kingdom has withered to such a point, do you need to send an old man to compete?" ”

In the face of provocation, Hu Shanhe learned the lesson of Bo Nanchun's talent, and didn't give Lu Baihuan any chance to talk nonsense at all, and killed Lu Baihuan with a cold snort.

If Bonanchun is to subdue people with strength, then Hu Shanhe is to win with wonder.

His body style is called "Vertical Cloud Decision", which is fast and agile, and the landing point is tricky, which is often elusive, and even cannot keep up with his movements.

This time, Hu Shanhe held the tactics of quick victory, and tried to end the fight before the person outside the court saw the cover door, and it was a stormy offensive as soon as it came up.

I saw the two steel claws in Hu Shanhe's hands flying up and down, and the movements were flowing and smooth, very beautiful, and there was indeed a little bit of immortal air in the clouds.

However, such a beautiful move seemed to his opponent Lu Baihuan to be a different scene.

Hu Shanhe's moves are real and elusive, once you eat a false move, there are countless killing moves, each move is close to the point, and the slightest carelessness may immediately fail miserably.

As soon as the fighting side began, Lu Baiwei paid the price for Fang Cai's support, and ate two false moves in succession, and was defeated by Hu Shanhe, and had to hurriedly draw his sword to barely resist.

But Hu Shanhe's moves are interlocking, like a whirlpool, as long as he is glued a little, he can no longer get rid of it, and he falls into complete passivity, and is dragged into a dead end by Hu Shanhe little by little.

However, after more than a dozen moves, Lu Baiwei was broken by Hu Shanhe's sword qi, bullied up, and took his heart, Lu Baiwei was shocked, and hurriedly resisted with all his strength, so that he was forced to use the stunt "Cold Water Sword Intent" to break Hu Shanhe's rapid offensive.

I saw Lu Baiwei shaking his long sword wildly, and the qi machine all over his body came out vertically and horizontally, and in an instant, an extremely cold sword intent and the qi machine slammed down like a wave, and the temperature within the five zhang range of his body plummeted, and even condensed frost, greatly delaying Hu Shanhe's movements.

And the long sword in Lu Baiwei's hand seemed to be blessed, like a fish in water, faster, and the whistling blade drew a semicircle with frost flowers, and suddenly cut towards the incoming iron claws.

This trick was originally used by Lu Baiwei to deal with Hu Shanhe's cover door, but seeing that he was invincible, he could only use it in advance.

However, Hu Shanhe seemed to have been prepared for a long time, seeing that the sword killing intent was awe-inspiring, he immediately gave up the attack, turned his body, bypassed the sword blade, and then the rhythm of his feet changed greatly, as if he was dancing and advanced and retreated three times in a row, disrupting Lu Baiwei's qi.

When Lu Baiwei's sword castration was approaching, Hu Shanhe launched an attack again, and the two steel claws flew up and down, connecting six points in one breath, and actually sealed Lu Baiwei's six fatal holes.

Lu Baiwei was so angry that he had to give up the powerful but time-consuming sword moves, and instead fought hard with Hu Shanhe.

This time it hit Hu Shanhe's arms, and he saw that Hu Shanhe's offensive was higher and higher, and Lu Baiwei completely lost the ability to counterattack, so he could only defend passively.

After only two or three moves, three blood marks appeared on Lu Baiwei's face, which was still a fatal blow that he had dodged one after another under his alertness, otherwise he would have been in a different place at this moment.

"Third Senior Brother!"

Lu Baiwei knew that if he continued like this, he would soon be defeated, and it would be difficult to even save his life, so he shouted to the sidelines in a hurry.

The so-called third senior brother is Huijian Zhuo Erchen, who can see through the door of others and has been raising everyone's voice.

He was only in his early twenties, but he seemed to be calm and steady.

At this moment, not only Lu Baiwei, but also all the East China Sea masters on the sidelines are looking at him, and the current situation is probably only capable of him to turn the tide.

But Zhuo Erchen was also frowning at the moment.

First, Hu Shanhe's martial arts and experience are indeed much higher than Lu Baiwei, and secondly, after learning the lesson of Bonanchun's defeat, Hu Shanhe was a suffocating offensive as soon as he came up, and he didn't give Lu Baiwei any chance to test at all.

It is even more difficult for Zhuo Erchen to find out where Hu Shanhe's cover door is in this situation.

Hearing Lu Baihuan's request for help, Hu Shanhe knew that he couldn't give him any chance, and strengthened his offensive again, and the mysterious Feiyun hand bypassed Lu Baihuan's sword blade one after another, disintegrating Lu Baihuan's sword intent in four or two thousand catties, and making a fatal move.

Seeing that the situation on the field was getting worse, the pressure on Zhuo Erchen was getting bigger and bigger, he stared at Hu Shanhe's figure, and he didn't let go of any details of the flow of the air, trying to find some flaws in it.

Just at the last moment, a sudden look flashed on Zhuo Erchen's face, and he exclaimed: "Found it!" His speed was too fast, and his qi was difficult to keep up with, and every three moves, there would be a half-breath block.

Because of this, he had to control the tempo as much as possible when facing the enemy, so that his moves could be well documented.

In fact, although his moves seem to be aggressive, each wave of attack can only last three moves, and the fourth move will appear to be exhausted, so this move will inevitably be a false move.

Senior Brother Lu, disrupt the rhythm of his attack, and then break it with sword intent! ”

As soon as these words came out, Hu Shanhe's face suddenly changed, but Jian Han was in a big position, and the long sword in his hand pulled out a sword flower, forcing back the steel claw, and then he was about to turn to attack.

Hu Shanhe saw that the cover door had appeared, and he could no longer defeat Jian Han step by step, so he had to step up his attack, wanting to take down Jian Han in one fell swoop while Jian Han's foothold was not stable.

But Jian Han had the bottom in his heart, changed his previous embarrassment, and fought step by step.

Finally, after three moves, Hu Shanhe's qi machine really broke out, and at this time in the past, Hu Shanhe would make a false move, as long as the opponent hesitated slightly, his qi machine would be connected immediately, and then it would be a killing move one after another.

But this time, Jian Han had already seen his hole cards clearly, and then ignored the false move, and directly took out his sword to kill Hu Shanhe's throat.

"Old thing, die!"

Jian Han's face was hideous, and he sneered, and he was about to take Hu Shanhe's life.

At this moment, Hu Shanhe suddenly sneered and said, "How do you know that the old man can really only use three moves?" ”

"What?"

Jian Han's face changed when he heard this, and he realized that the claw that he had previously regarded as a false move had wrapped around the back of his neck, and he could crush his neck bone with his backhand at any time.

Lu Baiwei was shocked in his heart, and secretly said that if Hu Shanhe had hidden his strength because of Zhuo Erchen, then as long as he could use one more move, his life would be guaranteed!

Is it to kill the enemy, or to protect yourself?

At this moment, Lu Baiwei was in a dilemma.