"Look, the little young master has a murderous intention. But Old Man Qiu and the people on Xiaoxiang's side are expected to come to the rescue of that kid......"

"Are we going to make a move?" asked the youngest of the six.

"Why don't you make a move?" someone laughed, "Xiao Shao is going to kill people, we can't let others ruin his good deeds." Besides, aren't we here to do something?"

The other five all nodded, focusing their attention on Dean Qiu and Zhang Xuan.

In the ring.

Fifth Tingyun looked at Sang Judu who was inserted in front of Nameless, he had no doubt about Sang Judu's sharpness, but Sang Judu could only barely insert it steadily, and he didn't enter the ring by a finger, which was enough to show that the material of the Yuanli chariot was extremely hard. And with the words in the nameless mouth, Sang Judu began to tremble, but no matter how Sang Judu trembled, the opening it inserted on the ground did not expand at all, and Sang Judu still stood there steadily.

He didn't dare to act rashly, the sword just now seemed to have given him the upper hand in the eyes of others. But only he knew that that sword had drained his Yuan Force, and even drained his spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, and he was now only an empty shell, and the external strength and middle cadre were the best words to describe his state.

In the end, "One Sword Qiankun Zheng" is the last form of the Seven Styles of the Sword, although it was used by chance, but its price is really unbearable for the current Fifth Tingyun.

What's more, this made him almost pour out all his swords, just making Nameless look injured, which made his heart sink from the bottom of his heart, it seems that Nameless's Nayuan Realm Seven Heavens don't have a little water.

The nameless chatter has stopped.

Fifth Tingyun felt that there were terrifying fluctuations surging in all directions at this time, and those fluctuations were the same as the jet black that was wrapped around Sang Judu's sword body before, with a strong aura of resentment. And if you count it carefully, you can also find that there are as many as seventeen resentful qis.

And each strand is no weaker than Sanjudu's.

At the same time, Sang Judu, who was inserted into the ground and looked like he had been reduced to mortal iron, with the trembling of the sword body, the black that had penetrated into the sword body overflowed again, and quickly blended with the evil qi surging from all directions, and soon turned into a thicker and darker light curtain.

Between breaths, the pitch-black light curtain blends with Sang Judu, making it difficult to distinguish you and me.

Not only that, as the nameless hand seal changed, the black light twisted and rotated, and soon set off a black wind roll around Sang Judu. Sang Judu no longer trembled, standing firmly in the middle of the wind, re-radiating a low and restrained black luster.

Fifth Tingyun frowned, at this time, Sang Judu, the evil aura on it was twenty times as much as before!

Nameless used some means to borrow an even more terrifying resentment.

I saw the nameless man smile, his right hand reached into the black wind scroll, firmly grasped Sang Judu, and then pulled it out forcefully. In an instant, the black wind swept up Nameless along his arm, and soon, the same black storm was set off around his entire body.

And the nameless eyes were all filled with scarlet.

That's bloodthirsty color.

A sword was slashed out, and as before the fifth Tingyun, Nameless returned a sword.

His movements are obviously very fast, but in the eyes of the audience, they are very slow, as if he is playing a Tai Chi sword, which is really amazing.

A black sword light slashed at him.

This is not sword intent, it is pure evil qi!

Fifth Tingyun felt that his heart was in arrest, and under the pressure of the evil qi, he actually forgot to raise the sword of the departing person, or rather, his movement of raising the sword was too slow, and he had no time to resist the black sword light of Sang Judu.

Airplanes!

The black sword light slammed into the Fifth Listening Cloud, and with a humming sound, it dispersed like smoke, engulfing the Fifth Listening Cloud in an instant. Fifth, when he heard Yun screaming, in the blink of an eye, his eyes were already pitch black, and his originally clear sea of knowledge had been filled with endless blackness. "A sword is right" is just a coincidence, and he doesn't really understand the true meaning.

So, this time, the fifth Tingyun could only wait to be killed.

The struggle between good and evil is a contest of life and death. Although under the backlog, he was lucky enough to use the artistic conception of a sword that was a sword, but that was not what he mastered, and he himself did not have a full sense of justice, how could he suppress the three years of bloody accumulation of Sang Judu? There was no justice in his heart, which was also the fundamental reason why he was unable to comprehend the meaning of a sword at present.

At a glance, return to chaos.

One thought, all living beings are confused.

It was pitch black in the sea of knowledge, and the fifth Tingyun tried hard to keep the spirit platform clear, but the black blood was menacing, easily breaking through his defense, and quickly corroding his internal organs, seven meridians and eight veins. He felt the decay of his own mechanism, and felt the rapid transformation of every part of his body under the blackness of the soaking, and the taste was not pleasant.

He roared in his heart, he was not reconciled. His consciousness wandered in the boundless, chaotic, and pitch-black sea of consciousness, and he wanted to find his own clear and clear spirit.

He didn't want to lose.

At the same time as the fierce battle in the sea of fifth hearing clouds, he didn't know that the world outside his body was already in an uproar. The energy network intertwined by the four corner pillars faintly flashed with a dark golden light at this time, and it seemed to resist the violent fluctuations of evil qi in the ring, so the frequency of the flashes continued to accelerate, as if it was a signal of danger.

On the stone platform on the south side, Dean Qiu, who had been smiling, seemed to have a somewhat frozen smile at the moment. It's just that on his ravine-lined old face, not many people can see this change. He casually glanced at the scene in the ring, and at the same time, he also knew that in the direction of the waiting area of the Emperor Star Academy, there were six eyes that were watching him closely.

In the waiting area of Xiaoxiang College, Guo Xiangxiu frowned, looked at Zhang Xuan beside him, and asked, "Teacher?"

"Don't worry, it's rare to recruit this kind of student, although he is older, but he is also a material that can be made. Zhang Xuan's fists in his sleeve robe have been clenched, ready to come to the stage to save people at any time, he hasn't made a move yet, but he just wants to see if the fifth Tingyun still has hole cards, after all, once he makes a move now, it means that Xiaoxiang will give up the position of champion to others, "I won't let him have big damage." ”

After listening to his teacher's words, Guo Xiang's brows relaxed.

"Ahh

In the black light in the ring, another scream came out. The young man, who had not said a word no matter what serious injuries he had received before, screamed so hard that it was hard to imagine what kind of pain could make him do this.

No, it can't be said to be pain, it should be said to be torture!

Pain can make a girl make a sound, but it's hard to make a guy scream like that. What's more, it's still such a man.

"Teacher?!" Guo Xiang urged. The miserable scream scared her even a little.

"Isn't it okay anymore?" Zhang Xuan flicked his sleeve, his right fist turned into a palm, and he was about to make a move. However, he was just about to take a step forward with his front foot, but suddenly he seemed to have discovered something, and after a "huh", his right palm relaxed and stared at the black demon in the ring.