Ye Wuji held the folding fan in his hand, his face was stunned, he didn't speak for a long time, seeing that there was blood gushing out of Nie Wushuang's mouth from time to time, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, and he slowly walked to Nie Wushuang's side, picked up his demon sword, and then reached over to help Nie Wushuang up.

Nie Wushuang smiled miserably at Ye Wuji, but he didn't refuse, after being helped up by Ye Wuji, he took the demon knife picked up by Ye Wuji, and stood a little shaky, his eyes slightly closed, mobilizing the three life techniques, the chaotic qi in the chaotic eyes quickly burst out, and began to repair the injuries all over his body.

Ye Wuji took two steps back, and watched Nie Wushuang close his eyes to heal in a daze, and didn't make any movement for a while.

On the Kaiye Square, there was an uproar, no one expected that the genius duel that everyone had been looking forward to for a day would be gone with just one move, no one would have imagined that Tang Minghu, who could cross the level and kill the sixth order of the foundation, and Nie Wushuang, who could make the thirty-seven people on the Zongbi stage fall into the illusion at the same time, faced Ye Wuji, he was seriously injured and defeated without making a move?

Ye Xuanxin sat on the viewing platform, expressionless, looking at Zongbi on the stage with his eyes like a torch.

Tang Yurun's face was flushed, and after he suddenly got up, he wanted to shout loudly, but he was afraid of Ye Xuanxin, so he had to sit back in the chair, trembling with excitement.

Fu Xuesong's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

Someone from the other hall masters spoke: "This demonized ice blade is really powerful. "Yes, Wuji hasn't made a single move, and with the demonization blade alone, Nie Wushuang is not an opponent. "Wuji's cultivation seems to have made progress, if he steps into the Yudan one day, I'm afraid that we, the hall masters, will not be enough to see in front of him." "What does it mean to step into Yudan, even now, I am not Mowgli's opponent. "I'm afraid this Nie Wushuang is just lucky, right? This sect is the first, it must be Mowgli." ”

The deacon of the sect stepped forward and clenched his fists, and said respectfully to Ye Xuanxin: "Sect master, do you announce the results of the competition?"

Ye Xuanxin shook his head and didn't answer, and the deacon of the sect slowly retreated aside.

On the Kaiye Square, everyone was in an uproar to discuss.

Ye Wuji stood on the Zongbi stage, looking at Nie Wushuang who was healing with his eyes closed, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Wushuang, show some real skills, otherwise if you continue to fight like this, you will definitely die." ”

Nie Wushuang slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ye Wuji, and did not answer.

Ye Wuji opened the folding fan in his hand, gently fanned himself, licked his lips with his tongue, and said, "In today's battle, either you die or I die." This is the greatest respect for you and me. What Zongbi, what reward, it's all bullshit. If you have something unfinished, after killing you, I can do it for you. ”

Nie Wushuang's eyes flashed, and he said as if to himself: "It's better for me to do it myself." When the words fell, Nie Wuji slashed across the demon knife in both hands and cut horizontally towards Ye Wuji.

This knife is extremely slow, and this knife is extremely ordinary.

Ye Wuji's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his face instantly turned flushed: "The rules of artistic conception are supernatural." As he spoke, he felt a strong intent of death enveloping him.

Yikes!

With a scream, the folding fan turned into a golden roc again, shining with golden light, and rushed forward.

Nie Wushuang's knife was still slowly cutting flat.

The golden-winged Dapeng rushed towards Nie Wushuang like a sharp arrow.

On the Kaiye Square, everyone was breathing rapidly, and unlike what they felt yesterday, the Demon Suppression Knife on Nie Wu's hands was full of life.

Suddenly, the artistic conception turned into reality, and the gray and dead qi rolled out from the Demon Suppression Knife, instantly forming a wall of dead qi in front of Nie Wushuang's body.

"Bang!" only heard a sound, and in mid-air, the golden-winged Dapeng bird that shot out crashed into the wall of dead qi emitted by Nie Wushuang's Demon Suppression Knife, and the whole body thumped, and even rolled and flew back, Ye Wuji frowned, and quickly drew a circle on his chest with both hands, and a glittering golden qi blade was condensed in his hand, and with both hands, he pushed it and blasted towards Nie Wushuang.

"Bang!" There was another loud bang, and the golden light qi blade also hit the death qi wall, and it burst open in an instant.

And the dead air wall was not affected by half a point, and it shrank smaller and smaller.

The dead air around Ye Wuji became thicker and thicker, but in a moment, a round ball condensed by dead air appeared around Ye Wuji, and the ball wrapped Ye Wuji in it, and kept shrinking in the middle.

The demonized blade and Ye Wuji rushed forward at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the inner wall of the ball where the dead qi was condensed.

With a bang, Ye Wuji and the demonized blade were bounced back by the inner wall of the ball at the same time, and the boundless dead air dispersed, Ye Wuji was hit by this dead air, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the golden-winged Dapeng bird landed on the shoulder of Ye Wuji, who was half-lying on the ground, and the light all over his body dimmed a lot.

Looking at the ball of dead qi that was shrinking smaller and smaller, Ye Wuji's face showed incomparable excitement, and he shouted: "It's good! This is interesting!" As he spoke, the aura around him soared, and with a lift of his left hand, he pinched the claws of the golden-winged Dapeng straddling his shoulders, and shouted: "Chop!"

The golden-winged Dapeng bird grabbed Ye Wuji with his left paw, and suddenly took his entire body into the air, Ye Wuji's right hand rubbed his palm into a knife, and his aura condensed out, and his eyes were round.

The Demon Knife was still slowly pushing flat, Nie Wushuang's face was slightly pale, and the corners of his mouth were still bloodshot, but he was expressionless, slowly pushing the Demon Knife.

Ye Wuji crossed his knees with his feet in mid-air, and his right palm knife slashed out one after another palm knife qi, slashing at the dead qi wall.

The golden-winged Dapeng bird suddenly raised its head and roared, and spit out a piece of qi from its mouth, its head swayed left and right, and the qi mangpi practiced left and right on the inner wall of the death ball, and the crackling sound was loud.

After a burst of crazy qi attacks, Ye Wuji found that the death ball was shrinking smaller and smaller, and the qi in the beak of the golden-winged Dapeng bird and his hand knife qi showed no sign of breaking the death ball at all.

Ye Wuji's heart was crossed, and he shouted: "Break it for me!"

When the words landed, the golden-winged Dapeng bird and Ye Wuji's aura skyrocketed, and they rotated wildly, forming a pale yellow aperture, and above the aperture, countless qi rays escaped, forming a pale yellow qi knife with a handle.

"Rush!" The Golden-winged Dapeng Bird and Ye Wuji merged into one, and the pale yellow circle of light formed by their frantic rotation went straight towards the inner wall of the Death Sphere.

The pale yellow aperture rotated wildly, and the pale yellow qi knife formed around it kept slashing at the death wall ball condensed by Nie Wushuang's sword qi.

I could only hear a crackling sound and a burst of sounds.

Suddenly, the ball condensed into the dead qi was cut through countless cuts.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the entire ball of dead air burst open.

Ye Wuji and the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird, who were in the center of the sphere, were knocked upside down by the bursting breath and flew far away, almost falling off the Zongbi Stage.

Rolling to the ground, Ye Wuji adjusted his body for a while and half sat up, he found that the spiritual power in his body was not flowing smoothly, and the light blue robe on his body had already been cut out of countless small holes, and blood oozed out of the small mouths, and at the same time, the qi and blood surging in his mouth made him unable to suppress it, and suddenly opened his mouth, and a blood arrow spewed out, a rain of blood.

The Golden-winged Dapeng Bird was even more embarrassed, and countless feathers on its body were knocked off, flying around in the air of Zongbidai, and countless wounds on its body were oozing blood.

Looking at Nie Wushuang not far away, Ye Wuji's face was hideous, his tongue stretched out and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said, "The artistic conception is really worthy of its name." ”

Nie Wushuang also had qi and blood tumbling in his body, his brows furrowed, and the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand seemed to have encountered a great force to block it, and it couldn't advance for half a minute.

Ye Wuji got up suddenly, and after the golden-winged Dapeng turned into a folding fan and fell back into his hand, he wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and shouted at Nie Wushuang: "It's enough to taste! Nie Wushuang, I will fight with you today, and I will not regret life or death!"

Nie Wushuang was originally trying his best to suppress the tumbling blood qi in his body, but when he heard Ye Wuji speak, he wanted to speak, but when his mouth opened, the qi and blood in his body suddenly churned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there was also a rain of blood in front of him.

Although he was injured, Nie Wushuang also felt that this battle was very refreshing, with a hint of excitement on his face, and he shouted loudly: "What a life and death without regrets!"

At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed, and Ye Xuanxin's figure instantly fell between the two, only to hear Ye Xuanxin say slowly: "Stop first." ”

The corners of Ye Wuji and Nie Wushuang's mouths were bloody, and they looked at Ye Xuanxin with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Ye Xuanxin frowned slightly, glanced at Nie Wushuang meaningfully, shifted his gaze to the stone staircase outside Kaiye Square, and said word by word: "There is a distinguished guest coming to the door." ”