"Who?"

At the gate of the mountain, the two guards pressed the hilt of their swords with their palms, looked at the black-robed old man, and asked.

The black-robed old man looked at the mountain and said, "The Sword Meeting, or is it held at the Wangtian Cliff?"

The guard narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of vigilance appeared in his eyes, and said, "What are you asking for?

The black-robed old man laughed and said, "To your new pavilion master, you just talk like that?"

"Presumptuous!"

The guard's expression changed, and as soon as he grasped the hilt of the sword in his palm, he was about to draw his sword out of its sheath.

"It's you, the presumptuous!"

A childish voice with a cold voice sounded, and beside the black-robed old man, the boy in green clothes jumped up and appeared in front of the guard. Without waiting for the guard to draw his sword, he reached out with both hands, pressed one hand on the guard's shoulder, grabbed the wrist with the other, and pulled it violently, tearing off the guard's entire right arm!

Hot blood rushed out like a spring.

With a pop, the boy in Tsing Yi's other hand had pierced into the guard's chest and crushed his heart.

The guard's eyes widened and he fell to the ground and died.

"You guys!"

The other guard was shocked when he saw this, and stretched out his palm to his waist, and he wanted to release the sword to warn.

It's just that at this moment, a sudden wind sounded, and in front of the guards, the girl in red had jumped up.

The girl in red jumped into the air, turned sideways, swung her right leg like a python's tail, and kicked her toe on the guard's left temple.

The guard's entire head shook like a rattle, and his left temple was kicked, but his right temple exploded, spraying large streams of blood mixed with white slurry.

Staggering a few steps, the guard also fell to the ground and died.

The two boys landed on the ground, stepping on the blood-stained ground, their immature faces with indifferent and flat expressions.

"Tsk, I killed again, how many times have I told you, how cruel and brutal is killing...... Tsk, I can't hold back the old man, I guess I'll have a lot of opportunities to kill people later, it's really exciting. ”

"What about this murderous addiction, it seems that you can't quit it......"

The black-robed old man licked his lips, took the two boys, stepped over the corpses of the guards, and walked into the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate.

The meeting of the swords ushered in the final stage.

As several sword candidates gave up one after another, only Xia Huang and Situ Langya were left on the field.

All around, eyes were also gathered on the two of them.

From the very beginning of the Sword Meeting, people have been looking forward to this battle.

In other words, from the rise of Xia Huang, a series of amazing performances have made people look forward to the battle between him and Situ Langya.

Xia Huang and Situ Langya boarded the stage.

"Stomp this waste wood on the soles of your feet and crush him!"

On the seat of Mingtang, Situ Song's expression was cold and cruel.

"Xia Huang. ”

"Brother Huang, come on......"

Zhou Xian and Yuan Qingshi clenched their fists with nervous expressions.

"Young Hall Master......" Pei Lao, and everyone in Longtang were also staring at the martial arts platform, extremely nervous, and with a touch of anticipation.

"Xia Huang or Situ Langya, who can be better?"

"Who would have thought that it would be Xia Huang who would finally compete with Situ Langya for the position of sword?"

"Having said that, Xia Huang's rise has only been less than two months, and compared with Langya Gongzi, I'm afraid it's still a little worse. ”

"Yes, Gongzi Langya, is the recognized genius of our Sword Pavilion, the proud son. ”

This battle is not only a battle between the two halls of Dragon and Ming, but also related to the future of the Sword Pavilion, and the people around are also discussing, discussing who will win and who will lose in this battle?

Talented?

Project runway?

On the martial arts stage, listening to the discussions around him, the corners of Xia Huang's mouth raised slightly.

In his previous life, he couldn't remember how many so-called geniuses and arrogant people he had crushed.

What genius, arrogance, and even what fairy, saint...... In Xia Huang's eyes, there is only one title:

will be crushed,

Or waiting, the one who will be crushed.

"I really can't imagine that the person who will compete with me for the position of sword in the end will be you, a waste material, it is really surprising to think about it. Situ Langya stood on the stage, with a proud and contemptuous face, looked at Xia Huang, and said lightly.

He always carries the pride and superiority of being the first person of the younger generation of the Sword Pavilion.

"Accidents?" Xia Huang chuckled, "There will be more accidents waiting for you." ”

"Hmph, you, how great do you really think you are?"

"Soon, I'll make you see reality. ”

Situ Langya's sleeves and robes waved, and the surrounding wind was hunting, and a bundle of sword qi condensed and generated in the wind, and there were bursts of sonorous sounds, and the atmosphere also changed from calm to restless in an instant.

In the bundles of sword qi, bursts of breathtaking aura overflowed, like flowing water, and in an instant, it overflowed the entire martial arts stage.

The sword qi refers to it, and the battle is about to break out.

"Is it finally going to start?"

The eyes of the crowd around them became hot.

"Go!"

As Situ Langya spat lightly in his mouth, bundles of sword qi surged like a tide, attacking Xia Huang.

The sword aura was like a tide, which made the entire martial arts stage tremble.

Xia Huang stood quietly.

With five fingers in his right hand, the dragon swirl sword flew out.

Like a big dragon jumping up from the river, the dragon whirling sword dragged out a thick sword qi, colliding with the surging sword qi.

Bang.

Countless sword qi routed, turning into a large wave of qi and spreading out in all directions.

"The accident is coming, you, maybe you can catch it?"

In the diffuse wave of qi, Xia Huang stepped out, stretched out his hand to hold the dragon whirlwind sword, and countless sword qi rolled and emerged like Xiao Xiao falling leaves, killing Situ Langya.

"Chiba swordsmanship?"

"That's what you call an 'accident', joke!"

Seeing this scene, Situ Langya's eyes were slightly cold, a trace of disdain appeared, he shook his hand and pulled out his sword, and slashed down with a sword against Xia Huang.

The sword qi rose against the storm, like heavy snow crowded, rolling like a tide, and like a snow-capped mountain collapsing, wrapped in a surging momentum, and fell towards Xia Huang.

Sword skills, heavy snow hugging the pass!

The two sword qi collided violently.

Xia Huang held the dragon swirling sword, and the sword qi rolled like a leaf, clashing and entangled with the "heavy snow hugging the pass".

It's just that the Chiba sword qi, in the face of the surging sword qi like a big avalanche, makes people look a little thin and weak, which makes people worry, and they don't know when they will be crushed.

"Xia Huang will use the Chiba swordsmanship to fight against Situ Langya's swordsmanship?"

"Isn't that too arrogant?"

"What kind of arrogance, do you think that anyone can master swordsmanship, Xia Huang is at this level, you still expect him to be like Langya Gongzi, and he can show swordsmanship at will?"

The crowd around was talking.

Somewhere.

Zhuo Yufeng leaned against the wall, staring at the battle situation on the stage, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

"A bunch of idiots, are they just Chiba swordsmanship?"

The corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a trace of contempt, and Zhuo Yufeng whispered with a smile.