The old man's face turned pale slightly, his eyes showed a solemn vigilance, and his whole body was filled with powerful Xuanyuan power, guarding against the shocking blow that the other party might launch at any time.

"Boss, these two people seem to be almost the same, who has a better chance of winning?" Ouyang Wuji asked, he liked to listen to Lu Suifeng's classic comments the most, and he could be more or less enlightened every time.

can do something for his brother, Lu Suifeng is naturally very happy and never too troublesome. "This old man had a chance of winning by three or four points, but he inadvertently helped the Liuyun Sect Master, allowing him to comprehend the true meaning of sword intent in an instant. When it is saturated to a certain extent, a gust of wind, a cloud, or the swing of a small grass will exhale the word 'oh!' in an instant. It was at this moment that the Liuyun Sect Master exhaled this word, so the old man would not even have a chance of winning in the future. ”

"Oh!" shouted from everyone around them, almost at the same time. I see! It's very simple, but it's very mysterious.

The old man seemed to be a little out of breath, he moved, the sword in his hand trembled, and instantly turned into hundreds of sword lights. These hundred sword lights are not illusory shadows, each sword light is infused with abundant Xuanyuan power, and once it is touched, it will inevitably see blood.

The Flowing Cloud Sect Master retracted his gaze from the distant sky, and the sword light in the sky had poured in. He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see the trajectory of these sword lights more clearly.

These sword lights gradually magnify in the eyes, like slow motion in replay.

The next moment, the Flowing Cloud Sect Master finally moved, it was his heart that moved, and the sword was lightly raised, swinging out, and the last came first.

Boom!

The sparks flew in the void, and the sword light in the sky shattered in response, leaving only a trace of essence light flying out from the shattered shadows in the sky, rushing straight towards the opponent's front door.

The old man was in great shock, and there was no way to avoid it, but to retreat.

The long sword in his hand protected the door, and he rushed backwards with a "whoosh" on his toes, retreating faster than when he came.

A touch of fine light is like a rainbow outside the sky, three inches away from the other side's door, always chasing without leaving, as if telling the other party that if you stop, you will die.

The realm of the Liuyun Sect Master was sublimated, and the mood also changed, and the killing intent was suddenly retracted, aiming to win the battle, and whether to kill or not to kill was no longer so important.

The old man retreated to the edge of the high platform in embarrassment, leaving dozens of sword marks on his 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 to fight back, 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 miserable and bleak desperate situation.

There are only two roads in front of him, and he was tragically pierced by a sword and became a hero who fell to the ground. Jumping off the stage, he can pick up a life, live in humiliation, and make the world laugh.

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

The old man fell, and there was no blood splattered. Under the twenty-meter-high platform, after a sturdy body landed, it instantly became old, and its eyebrows were pale.

"The Flowing Cloud Sect has won!" the referee duly announced.

The audience applauded thunderously, cheering for the victors and applauding for the wonderful fight.

The Flowing Cloud Sect Master looked at the exclusive area of the Lu Mansion with a calm face, waved his hand, and showed a meaningful smile.

"The cultivation of the Sect Master of Liuyun has reached a higher level, except for the Lu Mansion, I am afraid that no one in the kingdom can compete with it anymore. Elder Sheng muttered to himself.

"Who does Elder Sheng think will win the next game?" asked the Lord of Nangong Country, although he was inclined to land in his heart, but after all, the Sang family had a thousand-year-old heritage, and there must be a hidden hole card, and it was really difficult to predict the final result in his heart for a while.

"I don't know the answer, it's more interesting and exciting to watch. Sheng Lao replied hehehe.

In the minds of everyone, the Lu government has always been regarded as a weak force. No one expected that in this qualifying match, he suddenly rose strongly, and with his power in the world, he passed all the way, fought his way out of the encirclement, and entered the finals of the first list with a strong imagination. Let countless people fall through their glasses in exclamation, calling for miracles!

"Lu Fu vs. Sang Jia! Players from both sides played. The referee announced loudly.

"I'm afraid that the road of the dark horse of Lu Mansion has come to an end. ”

"Yes, the Sang family has a thousand-year-old heritage, how can it be compared to the Lu Mansion!"

"The Sang family had good luck, and they picked up a soft persimmon at a critical moment. ”

"That's not necessarily! Lu Fu has been able to get to where it is today, not by luck, but by real materials. ”

Ouyang Wuji shook his slightly chubby body and staggered onto the high platform. An old man with white eyebrows and white hair and a cloth coat appeared on the stage at some point, and raised his eyes to look at Ouyang Wuji. Ouyang Wuji snorted as if he had been struck by lightning: I'm afraid!

The white-haired old man frowned, what the hell is Lu Fu, how could he send a pustule up, this event is not a child's play, he often breaks his hands and feet, and even loses his life. Doubting in his heart, he began to investigate his mind again, and the other party's body was indeed void and empty, and there was no trace of the fluctuation of Xuanyuan power. It's too abnormal! The white-haired old man's heart tightened, but he increased his vigilance, this age is not in vain, and he sails carefully for ten thousand years.

"Hmph!" The white-haired old man suddenly snorted, and a powerful air current suddenly let out a terrifying roar, surging towards Ouyang Wuji.

Boom! The sky seemed to suddenly burst open. With such a fierce impact, even a top master will be hit hard if he does not fight hard. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it has been broken and destroyed at this moment.

Ouyang Wuji is not a top master, but he is also very human. He was a boulder, and after the tsunami swept me, I stood still.

Sure enough, when the white-haired old man saw this, his face was not shocked, but he felt that this was normal. It's just a small test.

"Come and don't be rude!" Ouyang Wuji grinned innocently, and as soon as his words fell, a force like the sky falling apart seemed to fall from the sky, and suddenly crushed the white-haired old man. The powerful energy seemed to squeeze him into pieces of flesh and blood.

The white-haired old man would never sit still, and the Xuanyuan power of his whole body burst out instantly. The resistance was overwhelming, the whole body was trembling slightly, the bones seemed to be moaning in pain, and the sound of clicking was endless. The knees of his legs gradually bent downward, and a painful look began to appear on his face. The green tendons bulged one by one, and the corners of the mouth overflowed with blood.

Will he choose to give in? Decades of escaping from the world and practicing penance, how strong his mind is. A roar suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart, the spirit and spirit of his whole body instantly condensed, his bent back straightened, and a powerful momentum burst out, as if he wanted to tear the sky apart.

Suddenly, the power of the heavens and the earth receded like a tide.

The white-haired old man suddenly lost the sense of oppression of the other party's might, and his momentum struck in the air, his body was out of control, his feet were floating, and he stumbled and almost fell. The old face flushed for a while, and he was full of annoyance. I was tricked! I was put on a scene by a guy who looked harmless to humans and animals. It's clearly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and I can't even see this, this age is counted as living in vain.

"You're really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. The old man was almost yin by you. The white-haired old man's state of mind cultivation is good, and he quickly regulates his negative emotions, "He has such a cultivation at a young age, and he is qualified to let the old man face it." ”

"You hide in a dark corner all day and doze off, how do you know how bright the sky is outside. Wake up! Don't be too arrogant. Ouyang Wuji said in a serious tone, "To be honest, the cultivation of the Venerable Three Grades, I haven't taken it to heart, kid, if it weren't for the competition, you are really not qualified to be my opponent." ”

Crazy! Extraordinary madness!

"Dare to despise a strong man of the three grades of the Venerable One, and he doesn't know how to die!"

"The young people now have eyes on the top of their heads, and it's time to teach them a lesson. ”

"What does Elder Sheng think? The Sang family really has a powerful person. The Lord of Nangong frowned and said solemnly, "A civil force is comparable to the top strength of my kingdom, it's time to reflect on it." ”

"Being able to open his mouth and shout out the other party's cultivation, this kid should be telling the truth. Elder Sheng smiled bitterly, "The strong people of Venerable Cultivation are already rare in the kingdom. Now it has become an ordinary product, and any guy who walks out dares to pat his chest and shout, Is His Holiness very strong?

When the lord of Nangong heard this, he looked at Ouyang Wuji on the stage in disbelief, and shook his head: "How do I think this fat man doesn't look like it, is Old Sheng blind?"

"The lord of the country doesn't want the old man to be wrong, right?" Sheng Lao said meaningfully.

"That's right! The kingdom is full of talents, this is a great fortune!" said the Nangong Lord with antiquation.

"In that case, let's appreciate the old man's domineering sword. The white-haired old man's flat tone was suddenly filled with endless domineering, and he stepped out, a long rainbow tore through the sky, the strong wind howled, and with the momentum of splitting the sky, he slashed at Ouyang Wuji.

Immovable as a mountain, Ouyang Wuji did not make a move, standing quietly, but like a mountain and a huge rock.

The domineering sword slashed down to the sky, and he was three feet away, but he was supported by an even more domineering energy. Sen Han's sword hung in the air, making a buzzing and trembling sound, and no matter how hard it was strengthened, it was always difficult to advance an inch.

The collision between domineering and domineering, the competition between Xuanyuan forces, and the confrontation of real materials, there is no trick.

After a few breaths, the white-haired old man's forehead began to sweat, the green tendons on his face bulged one by one, and his body trembled slightly.

Ouyang Wuji still had a simple smile on his face, calm and relaxed, and he looked at ease. From time to time, he looked up at the Sen Han knife hanging three feet above his head, and muttered, "Enough fun!"

"Roar!" the Bodhidharma lion roared, and an earth-shattering thunderclap exploded.

The white-haired old man shook his whole body as if he had been hit by thunder, his brain buzzed, and the stars twinkled in front of him. The mind collapsed, and the mighty sword shattered in an instant, disappearing into invisibility.