Yun Wuya's sword seems to be wielded at will, without any rules, stabbing a sword in the east and a sword in the west at will, suddenly picking up and slashing down. It was impossible to predict which part of his body his sword would be directed at the next moment.

Each sword floated eerily and strangely, and the trembling blades often stabbed out from incredible angles. For him, it seems that there is no blind spot at all. This is a supreme realm of swordsmanship, without moves and styles, but it contains all sword styles in the world. The intention is to move the sword first, and the intention is to move the sword.

Every sword made the thin old lady feel creepy, cold sweat broke out, and she jumped wildly from side to side, from the domineering active attack, to the panting, left and right, and then to the clumsy parry of one knife after another, the transformation of the whole process was only between a few breaths, and it was unbearable, and it was really indescribable.

As a result, the spectators who were still amazed and moved by the domineering sword power just now suddenly became a little dumbfounded, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of amazement, and some even simply closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

This is still a strong fight between the top powerhouses, but it is like a one-sided one-sided torture and killing.

The inner shock of the thin old lady at this moment is simply incomprehensible, and she has always thought that the other party is so young, even if her cultivation is extraordinary, it will never be possible to surpass herself, but she may be more exquisite in the use of martial arts and body techniques. The so-called one force will drop ten, and as a last resort, you can use your own strong cultivation strength to suppress the opponent.

However, after a thrilling fight, he had to admit that he was slightly inferior to the other party in terms of martial arts cultivation and body changes, but he didn't expect that even the strong strength he thought he was proud of was so vulnerable.

The thin old lady didn't have time to think about it, the other party handed out a sword flatly, a sword that seemed to be very random and simple, and it made people feel that there was no way to dodge, as if no matter how they dodged, they couldn't escape the doom of this sword.

Sitting still is by no means the style of a top powerhouse, the Jedi counterattacked, and while enduring being pulled apart by the opponent on his body again, his wrist flicked, and the long knife gave up the momentum of parrying, and slashed the opponent's wrist holding the sword. The moment you stab me, I will cut off your wrist mercilessly.

The wizened old lady's fierce tactics of not fearing death and injury completely used desperate moves that both sides lost, forcing Yun Wuya to instantly change his sword moves halfway, and thus allowing the other party to break free from the desperate situation and win a chance to breathe and counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides changed dozens of sword moves, and the strange thing is that the knives and swords of the two sides did not make a single impact sound in dozens of changing encounters, and everything was quietly deducing a thrilling fight.

In the weird air, there was a muffled snort from Dou Ran, and the long knife in the hand of the thin old lady suddenly flew out diagonally, and three sword marks suddenly appeared on the wrist holding the knife, and drops of blood were sprinkled from the void.

The sparks flew in the void, leaving only a trace of fine light flying out from the shattered shadows in the sky, and rushed straight towards the door of the wizened old lady. The thin old lady was in the midst of incomparable shock, and there was no way to avoid it, and there was only one way to retreat.

"Whoosh!", and the wizened old lady sped backwards on tiptoe, retreating faster than she came.

A touch of fine light is like a rainbow in the sky, less than three inches away from the door of the thin old lady's face, and it is always chasing without leaving, as if telling the other party that if you stop at this time, you will definitely die.

The emaciated old lady retreated to the edge of the high platform in embarrassment, leaving dozens of sword marks on her body. Until this moment, I still haven't figured out why the difference between the other party before and after is so big, it's like two people. One moment they could still fight each other, but the next moment they became vulnerable, powerless, chased and killed with no way out, in vain I spent all year in retreat and penance, never expected to be forced into such a desolate and bleak desperate situation.

There are only two ways in front of him, one is to be tragically pierced by the other party's sword and become a hero who falls to the ground. Or take advantage of the situation to jump off the high platform, and you can pick up a life and live in humiliation.

There is no time for people to choose back and forth slowly, the sharp murderous aura is close to the mind, abandoning all choices, and leaving everything to the instinct of life.

The wizened old lady didn't fall down with a sword, and she didn't see blood splattered in the room. Under the twenty-meter-high platform, a drooping and decrepit body trembled slightly, and its cloudy eyes were full of endless shame and sadness.

The Peng family lost all three battles, two died and one was defeated, but according to the rules of the "Life and Death Challenge", the battle is not over here, and it must continue, the last two remaining battles, as long as the Peng family can win one by luck, it is not a complete loss, and another challenge can be proposed, in addition to martial arts, Dan Dao and Qi Dao, you can choose one of them. Rules are rules, and unless you lose all five battles, you will lose the game completely.

The fat man Ouyang Wuji was dressed in a pale yellow robe, and walked to the high platform like a leisurely stroll. Some people suspect that this guy went the wrong way and accidentally slipped onto the stage. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a contestant, and this fat pig is dressed like this, where is there a bit of a martial artist's domineering atmosphere.

An old man with hair like snow walked out of the Peng family's seat, his skin was like a baby, his face was still ruddy, he looked murderous, and his momentum was bursting, as if he came with the hatred of killing his son and taking his wife. Before the referee could announce the start, he threw a fist at the back of the fat man on the high platform.

"Dead old man is so shameless. ”

"Despicable sneak attack! ”

"This fat man is dangerous! ”

The fat man Ouyang Wuji seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and slapped his backhand backwards.

Boom! The palm wind fist collided in the air, making a huge popping sound.

"If you violate the rules again, you will be out!" the referee sent by the Instrument Master Hall reminded sharply.

"The old man can't hear clearly. The red-faced old man coughed and said with a sneer.

"Game on!" shouted the referee.

Although the red-faced old man's sudden sneak attack was very vicious, it was easily defused by the other party's random blow. The blow was reactive, but he was eaten by his own strength, and the blood and qi in his internal organs were churning, which was very uncomfortable. I exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and then calmed down a little. He smiled and said, "The kid has a good reaction at a young age, and he dares to plot against the old man, and he is terrible!"

"It's almost in the ground, you haven't learned how to be a man yet, and the street ruffians look better than you. The fat man turned around and stretched out a middle finger towards the red-faced old man with great disdain, "I have seen a lot of shameless people, but I have never seen a shameless dead old man in my life." ”

"Is the old man very shameless? Hmph! You kid has just grown up, and you know a fart! This is called the speed of the soldiers, the soldiers are not tired of deceit, the soldiers are treacherous, the soldiers" The red-faced old man said a lot of words very cheekily, and wanted to continue.

"Soldier, your mother!" The fat man was really angry, and suddenly took a step forward, and instantly appeared next to the red-faced old man, and a flash of essence disappeared.

When the red-faced old man spoke to his mouth, he suddenly felt the light in front of him flashing, and he subconsciously tilted his head, and before he could come back to his senses, a sharp pain suddenly came from his ear. Stretch out your hand and wipe it, it is smooth, where are there any ears, the hands are full of blood, and there is a piece of flesh lying next to your feet, still twitching slightly.

"Ahh The Xuanyuan power of the whole body burst out in an instant, and the long knife in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the strong energy filled the blade, making a buzzing and trembling sound.

"The sword splits the world!" Holding the knife in both hands, the void slashed diagonally, and a dazzling sword light pierced the sky, and slashed down towards Ouyang Wuji with great domineering.

When the sharp blade approached, Ouyang Wuji's empty hand suddenly held a black-colored big sword. With a slight turn of his wrist, the sword body trembled suddenly, and he patted it on the back of the opponent's slashed knife like lightning, and the knife suddenly sank between five inches in front of him, slashing into the hard ground, and the gravel cracked and splashed in all directions.

The red-faced old man's furious blow was randomly struck by this fat man's cloud and light, and he was shocked to fail. I was shocked, calmed down a lot, and despite the pain of the ear injury, I retreated violently. The long knife in his hand swung out a piece of knife light to prevent the opponent from taking advantage of the situation to attack.

Ouyang Wuji seemed to have expected that the opponent's blow would be ineffective, and the long sword in his hand flew up, instantly spilling out a sword light, like a little cold star with an awe-inspiring murderous aura, pointing directly at the vital parts of the opponent's body.

Dangdang!

Boom!

The red-faced old man swung out hundreds of swords in one go, which was able to block the opponent's sharp sword momentum, and his internal organs were injured by the latent strength on the sword, and his qi and blood were churning.

Only at this time did the red-faced old man look seriously at the fat man on his chest with a pair of cold and sharp eyes, and his hands around his chest. I thought that I was good at winning with speed, but it can be said that the world's martial arts are only fast and undefeated. This fat man's clumsy figure is only afraid that he can't even touch his own clothes, so he can only be slaughtered by others.

Ouyang Wuji was also forgiving the red-faced old man in front of him, and thought in his heart that he should belong to a martial artist who wins with speed, his body is as fast as the wind, and he floats and changes like a cloud. If he didn't have Ling Bo Weibu, he wouldn't have lost half of his defeat when he encountered such an opponent. After all, his own body is piled up here, and anyone will ignore his speed and agility and attack it as a weakness. But isn't this a very tempting pit?

The two stood opposite each other from a distance, their eyes condensed like swords, colliding in the air as if they were substantive, making a "wave" with a shocking sound, as if splashing countless sparks.

No one would have imagined that this red-faced old man was once a killer, and he was also the "king" of that kind of killer, and it was impossible for anyone to know the secret of a hundred years of dust.

Ouyang Wuji saw that the other party's figure suddenly changed one by one, and in the next moment, it appeared on the left side like the wind, and there were two more cold and dazzling short swords in both hands, one left and one right, the two swords came out together, one dagger cut horizontally under the ribs, and one dagger pierced the shoulder arm from top to bottom.