Nie Wushuang stood on the Zongbi platform, leaning against the protective wall of the Zongbi platform, the tip of the Demon Demon Suppressor was pointed on the ground, his face was full of blood, and he couldn't see his expression at all.

In the entire Kaiye Square, except for the sound of Tang Yurun crying, there was a dead silence.

Ye Xuanxin stood up and looked at Nie Wushuang, who was covered in blood on the edge of the Zongbi Terrace wall, his eyes tightened.

Fu Xuesong's eyes widened, staring at Nie Wushuang.

On the entire square, in the east and west clusters of people, there were all stunned people, countless people showed frightened looks on their faces, countless people also showed unbearable looks, everyone focused their eyes on Nie Wushuang, no one spoke.

After a while, Tang Yurun slowly stood up from the ground, and when the sect miscellaneous servants stepped forward to carry Tang Minghu's body down, Tang Yurun rolled up his long sleeves and rolled Tang Minghu's body over, and flew back to the viewing platform.

The tears were withdrawn, Tang Yurun hugged Tang Minghu's body with one hand, pointed at Nie Wushuang on the stage of Zongbi with his right hand, and shouted bitterly: "In the foundation building realm, whoever kills this person for me, I, Tang Yurun, will give this person the position of deputy hall master of Yurun Hall, and ensure that he sits firmly in this position." At this time, there was a dead silence in the square, and Tang Yurun's sharp voice was particularly harsh.

Ye Xuanxin frowned and didn't say a word.

When Tang Yurun's voice fell, he withdrew his right hand, held the corpse of Tang Minghu full of blood, without saying a word, and slowly walked to his seat, at this time he was full of tears, holding Tang Minghu's corpse with both hands, and slowly put the corpse on his seat, and then put Tang Minghu's head upright, standing at the neck, and turned the chair in a direction, so that Tang Minghu's corpse was in front of the sect, and then took out a handkerchief from his arms, poured spiritual tea on the handkerchief, rubbed it, gently and slowly wiped the blood on Tang Minghu's face, and finally broke Tang Minghu's closed eyes with his fingers。

At this time, Tang Yurun's lips trembled, tears in his eyes, his body was murderous, and he half-squatted and said: "Son, even if you die, you should watch the enemy be dismembered before you can look at it and cheer up! ”

After speaking, he didn't say much, suddenly got up, supported Tang Minghu's body, stood aside, and stared at Nie Wushuang on the Zongbi stage with anger.

A burst of exclamations finally erupted in the square, and in that exclamation, countless people sighed and countless people scolded.

"What I want is to cut him Nie Wushuang into pieces!" Tang Yurun suddenly shouted loudly, and after shouting, he raised his head to the sky and roared.

The whistling sound reverberated throughout the Kaiye Square, echoing between the peaks and valleys for a long time.

When Tang Yurun's words fell, hundreds of figures hula hula flew up and landed at the small gate of Zongbitai's wall, holding all kinds of blades in their hands, rubbing their hands; everyone looked at Nie Wushuang, who was seriously injured on Zongbitai, and their eyes were shining.

Nie Wushuang leaned against the wall of Zongbi Tai, closed his eyes tightly, and kept mobilizing the chaotic qi to repair the injury, the blood on his left arm had already stopped, and new flesh slowly appeared.

At this point, no one doubts the fake fight, Nie Wushuang used the foundation building primary level cultivation as an extremely cruel cut off the head of Tang Minghu, who was the sixth order of the foundation building, what else is there to doubt?

"It's a fraction of a thousand miles, ask yourself why this is the case. The little fat man said.

Nie Wushuang didn't answer, his mind kept recalling the battle just now, and at the same time, he kept thinking about how his sword move was used wrong.

The Demon Suppression Knife didn't listen to his call, and killed Tang Minghu in such a cruel way, which scared Nie Wushuang himself a lot, but after such a battle, he felt that he had touched the door of the artistic conception of sword skills.

The black-clothed deacon's body trembled slightly, and he stepped forward slowly, shouting in a staccato voice: "Deputy Hall Master of Cedar Hall...... Build the foundation of the first order Nie Wushuang!Please ...... May I ask Nie Wushuang, deputy hall master, if you choose to continue to defend the ......" After saying that, he was bitten on his tongue by his own teeth, and a burst of pain came, interrupting what he was about to shout.

Nie Wushuang suddenly took a deep breath, thinking in his heart: The matter has come to this, it is useless to think too much!

So he shook his head suddenly, asking himself not to think about the scene of the battle with Tang Minghu just now, nodded at the black-clothed deacon, and spit out two words in his mouth: "Go on." After speaking, his eyes were slightly closed, listening to the countless shouts coming from the square, and he actually had a feeling of enlightenment on the spot.

A short man stood at the front of the team, his face was full of anger, two short hammers in his hands, steel barbs stood upright on the hammer body, the golden hammer handle was shining, he pointed at Nie Wushuang with two hammers, and shouted: "Today I will sacrifice your head to my junior brother." As he spoke, he took a step, and was about to go to the stage when Nie Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hand at the person who had just taken a step, and said, "Please wait a minute." ”

The short man shouted angrily, "How are you doing?"

Nie Wushuang looked at the nearly two or three hundred people at the small gate of the wall, all of them were sixth, seventh, and eighth order monks who had built the foundation, his eyes suddenly rolled, and he said to the hundreds of people: "No matter what the reason, since you are here, you want to compete with me Nie Wushuang." ”

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Nie Wushuang, you are so cruel, you are not worthy to be my disciple of the Open Leaf Sect!" "Nie Wushuang, you are simply a devil." "Nie Wushuang, you'd better win a few more battles and wait for me to avenge Senior Brother Minghu." "Nie Wushuang, I will kill you. ”......

The deacon of the sect stood at the small gate of the wall, although the door was already noisy, his eyes were still looking at Nie Wushuang, as if he had almost forgotten his duty and did not say a word.

Nie Wushuang supported his body against the wall of light, his right hand held the handle of the Demon Sword, waved his arm, and the long knife was horizontal, and he shouted to the people at the door of the wall: "Today, I killed Tang Minghu without intention, whether it is intentional or not, the wood is already in the boat, I will not explain much, after all, the facts are there, and I am not allowed to explain; since you are lining up here, whether you are teased by someone, or whether you have the intention to take my reward, I am afraid that everyone is trying to kill me and then hurry! Speaking of this, Nie Wushuang's Demon Suppression Knife pointed at the people queuing at Zongbi Terrace, full of momentum, and said word by word in his mouth: "The people in line, one is counted as one, let's go together!"

Three or four hundred people, who were still making a lot of noise, suddenly quieted down when they heard Nie Wushuang's words, and looked at Nie Wushuang on the Zongbi stage, dumbfounded.

The little fat man shouted in Nie Wushuang's mind: "Okay!"

Ye Xuanxin couldn't help but take a step forward, with a look of surprise on his face, nodding and smiling, his eyes looking at Nie Wushuang.

Tang Yurun was originally looking at Zong Bitai with angry eyes, but when he suddenly heard Nie Wushuang's words, his eyes contracted violently, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

Fu Xuesong patted his chest and shouted, "Good boy, well done!"

On the Kaiye Square, everyone was stunned, no one would have expected such a scene, hundreds of foundation building monks, Nie Wushuang would have to fight these hundreds of monks at the same time with the strength of one person? If it weren't for the fact that Nie Wushuang was still on the Zongbi platform, many people really wanted to go up and ask Nie Wushuang how dare he be so bold?

"Are you sure?" asked the little fat man with a chuckle.

Nie Wushuang shook his head and said to himself: "Today is either the first or the dead! If you continue to fight like this, there will always be people who will come up to challenge; early and late, one by one, anyway, there is no difference between fighting one and fighting hundreds." ”

The little fat man giggled twice, and said no more.

Nie Wushuang looked at the crowd and muttered, "What about hundreds of people? What about thousands of people? Since God has made me understand the artistic conception sword technique, then I will also let it go: either first! or die!"

Three or four hundred people stood at the small gate of Zongbitai's wall, originally many of them came up to grab the position after listening to Tang Yurun's words, but many people saw that Nie Wushuang was so full of pride, and their hearts suddenly retreated, and for a while, a voice in the crowd shouted: "Hmph, I don't care to bully more." "Yes, Nie Wushuang, when you win, I will fight you alone. "It's really unbelievable, challenging hundreds of people, hysteria, right? I really don't care to do it. "Gone, gone, in such a situation, how can this son survive?"

When the big guy spoke, two or three hundred people retreated into their phalanx one after another, some people naturally felt that so many people came to the stage to challenge a third-order Nie Wushuang, who had built a foundation, and they had lost the fun of the challenge, while some people thought that Nie Wushuang must have hole cards, after all, Tang Minghu's example was there, but some people thought that Nie Wushuang was just bent on death, and what was the point of hundreds of people going up to kill such a person? Some people thought that so many people went up, even if they went up, they would not get any reward.

So, some of the hula people withdrew from the line, and when the crowd had almost retreated, there were still thirty-seven people still standing in line.

At this time, almost ninety percent of the people left behind were filled with righteous indignation, shouting revenge one after another, and some of them showed greed, and followed the others to shout.

Nie Wushuang looked at the thirty-seven people who slowly stepped onto the stage, and a sentence flashed in his heart: Although tens of millions of people are gone!