As soon as Ouyang Wuji's roar fell, the big sword was suddenly unsheathed, and he stepped out in one step, and the sword moved with him: "My domineering spirit is infinitely fierce, looking at the world, and the rivers where the edge goes are flowing backwards." ”

The big sword slashed down in response to the sound, dignified, open and closed, without the slightest trick. The momentum is like a long rainbow cutting through the air, setting off a stormy wave and emptying and sweeping, a wave is better than a wave, and the momentum is magnificent and majestic.

Boom!

Swords and swords, hard collisions, strong strikes, no room for tricks. Ouyang Wuji's momentum became more and more fierce and intense. Every time the white-haired old man opened a sword, he would take a step back, leaving several rolling blood marks on his body, blood poured all the way, his face became more and more pale, Xuan Yuan's strength dropped rapidly, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly.

"Ahh

"Take advantage of your illness, I want your life!" Ouyang Wuji was unforgiving, the big sword was flying, and the vast momentum locked on the other party, slashing head-on with an extremely domineering sword momentum.

The white-haired old man looked at the dazzling sword light, and there was no way to avoid it, a deep sense of powerlessness, a strong aura of death permeated his body and mind, and he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes in endless despair.

Before going to the high platform, Lu Suifeng said: "No one in the Sang family can come down from the stage completely, and there is no mercy!"

Ouyang Wuji's big sword flashed and slashed to the end, like a bamboo, chopping wood, cruelly cutting the white-haired old man in half, and spilling his internal organs all over the ground, which was unbearable.

Stepping on this high platform is equivalent to stepping on the bloody road, and you must have the consciousness of death. Once you dare to come on the field, all mercy, kindness, and sympathy are all jokes, and they are sharp killing weapons that are enough to kill.

Ouyang Wuji grinned honestly: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves!" is it said to himself, or to the audience?

Anger and murderous aura rose from the exclusive area of the Sang family, especially the other four old men who were also white-haired and white-eyebrowed, their faces were full of sadness and indignation.

"The third child will go first!The living should do something for him!" One of the white-haired old men quickly put away his pathos, his eyes flashing with murderous energy.

The filth of the corpses on the high platform was quickly cleaned up, and no matter how exciting, bloody, and tragic the last game was, it was like a cloud of smoke, and the game still had to continue.

People sometimes have really bad memories and are very forgetful. For example, when I went to pay tribute to a deceased relative and friend, my heart was filled with endless emotion, and it seemed to be enlightened in an instant. What to fight for? What to rob? People die like lights out, no matter how brilliant and outstanding, a cup of loess covers the wind and flow. But as soon as I went out, I turned around, and I should fight for it, and if there is revenge, it will be avenged, and everything will be as usual.

When the referee announced the start of the next game, Yun Wuya was already facing another white-haired old man.

A sharp sword like an unsheathed, exuding a cold edge all over the body. The other figure kept swaying slightly in place, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, dazzling, a pair of vicious little eyes staring at each other, like a snake aiming at its prey, and like a predatory eagle. Wait for the opportunity to move, find the best moment, and deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The white-haired old man suddenly moved, and at the moment when Yun Wuya blinked, the person in the air, as fast as an eagle striking the sky, appeared at the top of Yun Wuya's head in an instant, and a little cold star suddenly magnified in front of his eyes.

With a terrifying sword drawing technique, Yun Wuya struck the cold star with incomparably precise precision, making a crisp sound.

The white-haired old man didn't expect one blow to work, and when the two swords collided, there was suddenly a short sword in his other empty hand, which caught people off guard and flashed three consecutive blows, picking, cutting, and spinning, and the whole body was infinitely close to Lu Canglang.

One is long and one is short, and it is hard to guard against. The short sword is close, the power is doubled, and the lightning raid is even more powerful, and the three styles are one move, and it is bound to kill.

But Yun Wuya's sword can kill thirty-two birds at the same time, including close-quarters birds.

The sword came out, and three slight sword collisions suddenly sounded in the air, and the opponent's three-in-one killing attack instantly collapsed.

The white-haired old man's killing move was broken, his body spun rapidly, and he appeared behind Yun Wuya in a breath, and a cold glow went straight to his vest, intending to come out of his body. With a cruel smile, the sword and hand were deeply inserted into the other party's body.

"Afterimage!" The moment the sword entered his body, the white-haired old man reacted quickly.

When the white-haired old man was shocked, there were five endless afterimages in front of him at the same time, and it was difficult for the naked eye to distinguish their authenticity. For the first time in his life, he was defeated in his close-fitting grappling skills, which he had always been proud of. No one has ever been able to let him get out of the way after being close, even if the other party's body is extremely weird.

Gazing at the five afterimages, the long sword in his hand swept with lightning flashes, and the other short sword instantly locked on the figure of an afterimage and slammed away. Seeing that the short sword was about to stab the target, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the wrist holding the sword, and then realized that at some point, his wrist was cut open by the other party, and blood oozed out. If you push a few more hard, your wrist will be cut off alive.

I was shocked in my heart, and when I saw a little cold star attacking, I quickly withdrew my short sword, and spun it in my hand, which happened to collide with the cold star. With the force of the impact, the figure squatted down, dodging and rushing out to the side. Suddenly an arc appeared under his feet, and a sword stabbed into Yun Wuya's thigh.

This series of changes is extremely strange, and ordinary people are only afraid that they will not be able to escape the catastrophe of a sword. But Yun Wuya was not an ordinary person, his sword struck the short sword from an incredible angle, and a sonorous sound sounded, and the short sword was suddenly swept away by a latent force.

The white-haired old man took advantage of this swing, his body turned sharply, and he slashed out a sword with great speed.

The long sword in Yun Wuya's hand was upside down, as if he was waiting for the other party's slash there, and the wrist handed out by the white-haired old man just met the upside-down blade.

"Ahh

As soon as he remembered the miserable scream, there was a flash of shining starlight in front of him, and he couldn't dodge it in panic, and the other long sword in his hand rose rapidly, narrowly collapsing the opponent's mortal sword.

The white-haired old man broke the siege with a sword, and his body shot back. Not only did the technique of close wrapping and killing not work, but it broke off a wrist, which was a result he never dreamed of.

The nightmare is not over, it will continue.

Yun Wuya did not pursue, a sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and his whole body was as cold as snow in winter, and the cold air was fierce.

"The Close-Wrapping Fighting Technique is really weird, but it's useless to me!"

"Your sword is too fast! it's the fastest old man has ever seen. The white-haired old man told the truth, "However, the old man will not admit defeat and still have the strength to fight." ”

"Really?" Yun Wuya's words fell, and a series of afterimages flashed behind him.

A dazzling light flashed in front of the white-haired old man's eyes, and he felt a coldness in the center of his forehead and eyebrows, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it: blood!

His eyes suddenly went black, and the last trace of consciousness in his brain quickly dissipated, and then he fell to the sky.

"It's too fast! The body technique, the sword technique is so fast that it can't be caught by the naked eye. ”

The Nangong Nation Lord couldn't help but sigh and said, "A Venerable Three-Rank peak powerhouse fell down so easily. ”

"The gap between the two sides is too big! This Yun Wuya can actually let the other party exert his whole body mastery, and then break them one by one, and then kill them instantly with a sword. Let the other party die without regrets. Sheng Lao muttered, but his heart was full of horror. Killing a Venerable One with a Sword in an Instant, what kind of realm should it be?

"Next!" shouted the referee, recovering from his utter horror.

As soon as the referee's words fell, Lu Suifeng appeared in the center of the high platform.

Dressed in a green shirt, the temperament is elegant, elegant, and vaguely contains a kind of transcendent bearing, like a white cloud that gathers and scatters from time to time, and like a vast and boundless sea, embracing everything.

At the same time, another figure flew down on the high platform like a goshawk, and it was an old man with white eyebrows and white hair.

The old men on stage are all with white eyebrows and white hair, and they are dressed in cloth clothes, but there is a difference in color. Shi Cai fell down in a blue cloth robe, and the old man in front of him was dressed in a gray cloth robe.

The old man in Tsing Yi had a solemn face, his feet were slightly open, and a momentum as thick as a mountain spread instantly.

"You seem to have learned the lesson of your two companions, and as soon as you come up, you will put on this immovable defensive frame!" Lu Suifeng smiled indifferently.

"Well, how do you know?" the old man in gray was stunned when he heard this, he was indeed putting on a defensive posture, "However, you are half right. ”

"I know what you're best at defending and counterattacking, right?" Lu Suifeng's mouth raised, with a hint of disdain.

"You can see that, too?" said the old man in gray with a slight surprise again.

"Hehe! Your posture betrays you, and the real defense is like a rock, immobile like a mountain. You are both virtual and real, both offensive and defensive, quiet as a virgin, and moving like a rabbit. Lu Suifeng said with a word, breaking through the other party's mystery.

The old man in gray couldn't help but be moved when he heard this, the exercises he cultivated did contain three kinds of potentials, some were as heavy as a mountain, some were soft as water, and there was an endless edge of a shocking blow.

Lu Suifeng walked leisurely towards the old man in Tsing Yi with his hand, the two sides were thirty meters apart, Lu Suifeng walked twenty meters like a leisurely stroll, and when he saw that the other party began to concentrate, he stopped his body and stared at the other party quietly, as if waiting for the other party to get ready.

The old man in gray's pupils were contracting, his heavy momentum was gradually rising, his hands were clenching a big sword at some point, and his eyes were staring at each other with a glittering light.

Lu Suifeng suddenly took a step, close to the end of the world! Instantly crossed the space of ten meters, and a flash of brilliant sword light disappeared.

Sonorous!

Lu Suifeng's sword can be described as fast as meteor lightning, and the old man in gray actually blocked it, which is indeed surprising. Of course, Lu Suifeng did not inject True Yuan Force, otherwise, the ten gray-clothed old men would all turn into corpses at this moment.