On the platform, the purple evil held the purple spirit sword and saluted to Wu Ming: "Senior!

This sword of inheritance of the Spirit Sword Sect, although its scabbard is extremely gorgeous, but the sword itself is incomparably unpretentious, the magnificence of the scabbard represents the noble identity of the Marquis of the Shenhou Mansion, and the simplicity of the sword seems to tell that the Spirit Sword Sect has always been a Jianghu person. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Jianghu people will do things in the rivers and lakes, if the rivers and lakes of the swordsman are all things to take, if the swordsman what?

I don't understand! I don't understand! This is the answer that the purple evil gave himself, he has never thought about what the way of the sword is, so his sword is not very smart, he is not as good as his master Ziyi Hou, he is not as good as the sword and the sword is not as good as the world, he is not as good as the sword and the inhuman Ming Feng..... His sword is not in the way, only in the move!

But who said that if you don't cultivate the Tao, you won't be able to do swordsmanship? How can you learn swordsmanship if you don't know anything? There is only one word, kill! Don't think about anything! Just think of a word in your heart, kill!

It's not fast, it's not fast, there's no tricks, there's no emotion on the sword, it's just fast, because it's only fast enough to kill. Ruthless to yourself, every sword does not leave any way back, because the way of the sword is the way of genius, and he is not a genius, so only by being ruthless to himself, the sword can kill!

This is the sword of the purple evil, and there is nothing but fast and ruthless.

Feng Mu'er, who was watching from the sidelines, took a cold breath and said, "Brother Mingfeng, this friend of yours can't be a killer, right?"

"The killer spares his life, and if he can't kill it, he runs away, and the purple evil never spares his life, his sword kills people even if he doesn't die!" So where the Tang Dynasty is the most dangerous, there is him, so he dared to issue an urgent order to guard the Yanmen Pass in that mortal situation, maybe some people think that it is because he believes in Mingfeng, but in fact it is not, because no matter whether Mingfeng comes or not, he will stand on the city and die with the city.

In a blink of an eye, there were several blood marks on the body of the monk Wuming, and I saw the great monk Wuming and the good man smiling and reciting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I usually look at the virtuous nephew as a gentle old man, but I didn't expect the virtuous nephew's sword to be so ruthless, if it weren't for watching you grow up since childhood, the old monk would have thought that you were not replaced by someone.... However, I will definitely win today!"

When the words fell, the great monk of Wuming roared, and then the monk's body seemed to be crossed with a layer of gold leaf, becoming golden and shining, like a Buddhist Bodhisattva. I saw that Wu Ming no longer dodged any sword moves, and rushed towards the Purple Evil with a completely injury-for-injury attitude.

At this time, Gu Xuan, who was closing his eyes and calming down, suddenly opened his eyes and said strangely: "The Bodhi Golden Body of Bodhi Temple, it's a pity that it's only a half-ass..... But even if it's half-baked, it's enough for you to eat a pot. Of course, he could hear this voice himself, and after saying that, Gu Xuan continued to close his eyes and go to his place.

"Hahaha! It's not that my predecessors misjudged me, it's just that the Spirit Sword Sect has no Purple Yi Hou! If you want to continue to survive in the rivers and lakes, the Spirit Sword Sect must have a Purple Yi Hou. But the Purple Evil is not a genius, so the Purple Evil's sword only kills, killing all the people who target the Spirit Sword Sect, and killing all the people who target the Sheng Tang!"

"Khoop, Khoo!" The sound of weapons clashing came to everyone's ears, this was a contest, it was simply two people who didn't want to die to compete who was harder and who could shed more blood!

In his eyes, the Purple Evil and Wuming were already injured, and the Purple Spirit Sword in the Purple Demon's hand had become a blood sword, and he didn't know whether the blood on the sword was Wuming's or his own. I saw the purple evil say: "The seniors collided with the purple spirit sword with their physical bodies, and the juniors admired! But how many swords can the seniors take?"

The great monk Wuming on the side, there were already several deep wounds on his body, and these wounds were like being cut by a knife, but the purple evil was obviously using a sword! Hearing the words of the purple evil, the monk Wuming laughed and replied: "Hahaha! Maybe I underestimate the virtuous nephew, but the virtuous nephew is not underestimating the great monk! Amitabha, the Bodhi golden body is something that mortals can compete for!"

When the words fell, I saw that the golden light on Monk Wuming's body actually began to repair the wound, and after a few breaths, Monk Wuming's body was intact.

Seeing this, the purple evil who was covered in blood laughed and replied: "Hahaha! Then come again! Let's see if the golden body of the predecessor is bad first, or if my blood drains first!" After speaking, the purple evil laughed and attacked Wuming!

"Stupid! King Kong Finger!" As the words fell, Monk Wuming used the stunt of Jinshan Temple, especially with the Bodhi golden body he cultivated, not to mention one plus one!

And the Purple Evil, he still uses that basic killing move! Because he doesn't know any high-level moves, special moves! He can only kill!

At the moment of intersection, the feeling of pain and powerlessness pierced deeply into the heart of the purple evil, isn't it true that a genius can't cultivate a sword? My path is here..... It's okay, it's okay, maybe the next head of the Spirit Sword Sect will be a genius, but the master is probably going to be disappointed.....

But it was not his master who greeted him, but a familiar voice: "I said, how the competition got into your hands is the same as desperate.... I don't know, I thought you were killing barbarians..."..... Purple Evil tried to open his eyes, only to see that he was already in Mingfeng's arms.

As for why this scene happened, it was just because the moment the Purple Evil fell to the ground, Ming Feng immediately flew to the Purple Evil to help him heal. As the Purple Evil's injury stabilized, Ming Feng gently put the Purple Evil on the stretcher and said, "Remember to wake up and eat something to make up for it, the blood is almost dry.... Leave the rest of the battle to me. ”

Hearing these words, the purple evil passed out.

At this time, another gong and drum sounded, announcing the start of the third competition, which were Gu Xuan of the Xuanzhen faction and He Jingguo, a white-robed young general.

He Jingguo pinched the long tassel gun in his hand hard, then took a deep breath, and walked to the center of the platform...... And everyone around him also focused their eyes on him as if they were watching a good show, because he couldn't win Gu Xuan at all, and everyone else was guessing if this white-robed young general could take a move?

As for Gu Xuan, he still stayed there and closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard it at all, maybe he didn't know that he was trying.

Seeing that he was ignored, He Jingguo angrily walked to Gu Xuan's side and saluted with his fists and said, "He Jingguo in white robe!

As if aroused a trace of interest by the word "white robe", Gu Xuan smiled slightly and said, "Oh? white robe.... Do thousands of troops avoid the white robes of the white robes..... However, if you're not interested, you can make a move. Gu Xuan still didn't open his eyes when he spoke, as he said, he was not interested!

Being ignored by the same person one after another, He Weiguo's heart was full of anger, although he knew that he could not win, how could he treat an opponent like this! In the hearts of soldiers, no matter whether the opponent is strong or not, as long as he dares to swing a sword at himself, then he is worthy of respect!

Thinking of this, He Shiguo clasped his fists and saluted again: "What is the country in the white robe!