At this time, the blood on Nie Wushuang's left arm had stopped, the wound on his shoulder had slowly healed, and the aura in his body had slowly calmed down.

Everyone gathered Nie Wushuang in a fan shape, each holding various blades, although there was hatred in their eyes, but also fear, and for a while, no one stepped forward to make a move, and they all looked at it in amazement.

Nie Wushuang's right arm was raised, and the long knife moved at will, and everyone took two steps back at the same time.

At this time, someone shouted: "But the third order of foundation building, the big guys are all on the same page." When the words fell, everyone's faces were growing with fear, looking at Nie Wushuang's majestic appearance at this time, no one stepped forward half a step, and the aura around his body was running, protecting himself, everyone was cautious, everyone was careful.

Nie Wushuang glanced at the thirty-seven people gathered around him, and said to the crowd: "You came to the stage, but you didn't do it?

The corners of the eyes of several of them twitched, Nie Wushuang's momentum was too strong at this moment, enough to scare everyone, this group of thirty-seven people, each with their own thoughts, but no one stepped forward, most of them kept flashing in their minds the cruel picture of Tang Minghu being killed just now.

Nie Wushuang had a smile on his face, this smile was neither mocking nor disdainful of this group of people, that is, he suddenly wanted to laugh, and he himself didn't know why he was laughing, maybe it was to ease the atmosphere, maybe it was because of his strong self-confidence, maybe it was because of his strong self-confidence, maybe it was ...... It's all there.

After killing Tang Minghu, Nie Wushuang knew what was happening today, and there was no way out.

Looking at the thirty-seven people who had been slow to make a move, at this time he smiled, his chest was full of pride, life and death had been put aside in his mind, and he didn't say much, his right arm was slowly raised, and the long knife slowly changed from vertical to horizontal.

Nie Wushuang just raised his sword, and the thirty-seven people who gathered around him retreated a few steps in a row, and everyone held their breath, at this time, Nie Wushuang was in their eyes, like a devil crawling out of hell, and like a killing god in a demon cave, everyone saw that Nie Wushuang's cultivation was not high, but when Nie Wushuang crossed the knife, no one stepped forward.

Nie Wushuang's Demon Suppression Sword was held in the air, his eyes swept over.

Someone in the crowd suddenly screamed, with the cultivation of the sixth order of the foundation building, and rushed straight towards Nie Wushuang, a broadsword in his hand was raised in the air, and slashed at Nie Wushuang, when he pounced, his eyes were closed, his face was distorted, and his mouth let out an irregular sharp howl.

Nie Wushuang felt the boundless aura surging, and he didn't know where he got his confidence, the long knife was motionless, his eyes turned, his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were fixed on the person who came.

Who knew that the person who pounced on Nie Wushuang stopped screaming, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes rolled, he looked left and right but didn't see anyone else making a move, and when he looked again, he happened to see Nie Wushuang's round eyeballs staring at him, so he woke up suddenly, screamed, the broadsword in his hand was withdrawn, and under the surge of aura, he suddenly knocked himself upside down and flew up, spurting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground, the man's eyes were extremely frightened, after being seriously injured by his own aura, Wu spontaneously trembled, his lips were white, the broadsword in his mouth fell to the side, his eyes widened, and he pointed at Nie Wushuang with one hand, and kept shouting something in his mouth, but he just made a strange sound of gurgling, and no words came out.

Immediately, dark red blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and when everyone looked at it again, this person's eyes rolled white, his body straightened, and he died on the spot, and his soul floated out of his body, and a ray of light flashed out of Zongbi Tai and escaped into the air.

Everyone was stunned, everyone up and down the Zongbi stage didn't see Nie Wushuang make a move at all, and the opponent who pounced on Nie Wushuang actually died on the spot in such a way, everyone trembled, and they all took a few steps back.

The people on the scene looked at this situation and looked at each other, and many people could see that the person who pounced on Nie Wushuang was obviously forcibly recruited after making a move, and was injured by the meridians and spiritual veins when he collected the aura, and after he landed, he was purely scared of himself, and he was scared to death by himself.

Nie Wushuang also saw it clearly, the demon sword in his hand just now didn't move at all, but he moved his eyes, but the opponent forcibly withdrew the blade and aura by himself, and between that release and retraction, he just hurt himself, but this kind of injury is obviously not enough to be fatal, but he didn't know what the opponent was afraid of, so he was scared to death on the spot.

Nie Wushuang shook his head slowly, he was sure that if the person's moves just now were exhausted and his spiritual power attacked, the injuries on his body would not be light, and if he wanted to dodge, although he would not die sideways, he would definitely have to pay the price of aggravated injuries.

If it comes to cultivation, any of the thirty-seven people in this battle will stand up and kill Nie Wushuang, at least Nie Wushuang, who is not healed from his injuries at this moment, will have no power to resist.

But these are no longer important, everyone gathered in the Kaiye Square was a little nervous at this time, the entire Kaiye Square seemed to have fallen into a particularly strange atmosphere, and Zongbi was floating around the fear, that fear had invaded the bone marrow of everyone on the stage, making the remaining thirty-six people even more solemn, cold sweat on their foreheads, it can be said that under such momentum, Nie Wushuang's previous performance had shaken their hearts to the extreme, no one dared to move around at will, and they didn't even dare to move their bodies slightly, their hearts have been speculating in their hearts that the next person Nie Wushuang is going to kill will not be themselves？

Affected by the increasingly frightened atmosphere on the Zongbi stage, no one spoke out in the entire Kaiye Square, only countless gasps came and went, the atmosphere was extremely tense, everyone looked at the Zongbi stage, although they did not go on stage, but they also felt a fear emanating from their hearts. There were people in the crowd who were wheezing unevenly, and there were people who were gasping for air......

"The knife does not cut, the artistic conception is to, and the knife is not to the realm. ”

This is the real artistic conception rule supernatural power.

Zongbi was lifeless on the stage, there was little life, and the eyes of the people gathered around Nie Wushuang became more and more frightened, under that fear, they began to panic and began to be overwhelmed, at this time, everyone wanted Nie Wushuang to quickly choose a target to do, so that he would have a chance to escape from this terrifying place.

Nie Wushuang's eyes closed slightly, and the aura of fear that diffused on the Zongbi stage was as peaceful and quiet as before a storm broke out.

Nie Wushuang's right hand was raised slightly, and the knife was slowly lifted upwards with his hand.

At this time, whether it was on the Zongbi stage or on the square, everyone saw Nie Wushuang make a move, and the fear in everyone's heart suddenly dispersed, and in everyone's eyes, there was only Nie Wushuang's long knife, and everyone shouted from their hearts, hoping that Nie Wushuang would stop, and everyone felt that the object of Nie Wushuang's move was themselves.

The long knife that was lifted slowly turned into a horizontal cut, except for the Jiedan monk and Ye Wuji on the viewing platform, tens of thousands of people actually made movements to cover their necks one after another, as if Nie Wushuang's knife was about to be close to their own necks.

Ye Xuanxin and the twelve Tangkou Jiedan monks got up together, opened their eyes wide, looked at this stunned scene in Kaiye Square, and looked at each other.

Tang Yurun's eyes burst out with an extreme anger, and only then did he understand that Nie Wushuang's sword skills were so terrifying, such a sword skill, he deliberately hid it clumsily, and lured his fellow disciples to be fooled, and his heart could be punished!

Under the knot, the only person who was still awake was Ye Wuji, and at this time, he looked at Nie Wushuang's performance, and the corners of his mouth flashed with excitement.

From the thirty-seven people coming to the stage to Nie Wushuang's long knife slowly slashing out, although the process was not long, but it was not short, everyone's reaction made Nie Wushuang himself more enlightened, at this moment he finally fully understood, what is the meaning of Mr. Knife Before Arrival.

Knife to flower death.

Whether it is on or off the stage of Zongbi, Nie Wushuang's knife cuts horizontally, as long as the cultivation is not passed, the fear in everyone's hearts turns into a sea of flowers, which is full of death, withering and decay, and the boundless death qi spreads in the Kaiye Square.

Since thirty-seven people came to power, Nie Wushuang's artistic conception was born, and now the dead qi has been extended, and in a short period of time, all the monks below the level of Jiedan have been affected by Nie Wushuang's artistic conception sword technique, and everyone's eyes are full of fear and panic about death.

Nie Wushuang looked around the Kaiye Square, the long knife was still slowly pushing, but his body didn't move for half a minute, there was no one within ten steps in front of him, so he didn't slash at anyone with this knife, when he saw that everyone seemed to have fallen into his sword technique, he knew that there was no point in doing it again.

Slowly recovering the Demon Suppression Knife, Nie Wushuang slammed the tip of the knife on the ground, making a 'pop' sound, and the sound spread, as if there was infinite magic power, piercing through all the fear and death that shrouded the Kaiye Square.

Up and down the square, the remaining thirty-six people on the Zongbi stage slowly came back to their senses, looking at Nie Wushuang, who was still injured and leaning against the wall, all of them showed an unbelievable look in their eyes, no matter what, they couldn't understand what was going on when they fell into an extreme death aura just now?

The only corpse in the stands was also a person belonging to Yuruntang, and when everyone looked at it, they found that the person was still flowing with infinite dead qi around him at this time.

Nie Wushuang glanced at the thirty-six people on the Zongbi platform, suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, and said slowly: "Let's all go down!"

Thirty-six people stood on the Zongbi platform without making a move, all of them looked extremely ugly, everyone looked at each other, and unconsciously slowly approached, and finally the thirty-six people held hands along the Zongbi platform, one by one held their breath and looked at Nie Wushuang.

Everyone waited for a while, watching Nie Wushuang not move, then they slowly walked hand in hand and slowly moved their bodies to the small door of the Zongbitai wall, no one dared to stimulate the aura again, everyone was cautious, they were afraid that Nie Wushuang would stab again, the threat of death felt after being shrouded in death under boundless fear, at this moment in the hearts of each of them was like a nightmare, lingering for a long time, no one wanted to experience that feeling again, so they had a tacit understanding and chose to step down at the same time.

Nie Wushuang just looked motionlessly at the thirty-six people who slowly walked down the Zongbi Stage, until they all walked out of the small gate of the wall and walked down the Zongbi Stage.

Nie Wushuang didn't deliberately use his artistic conception supernatural power just now, but he understood that this was the real artistic conception supernatural power, but he knew that what he had mastered was just the surface of this magical power.

When the flowers bloom, the flowers fall, and the flowers bloom again.

Flowers bloom and fall, life does not stop, death is endless.

Falling flowers are meaningful, flowers fall into the realm, from life to death, from death to life.

Flowers fall to die, flowers bloom to live.

This is the terrible thing about the trick of a pot of wine among the flowers, which is called the life and death realm between the flowers.

After Tang Minghu's death, the life and death realm of Huajian included everyone, and at this time, their life and death were no longer under their control.

Nie Wushuang is the living realm, and the others are the death realm.

Under the Yudan, as long as anyone makes a move against Nie Wushuang, the end will be death, but everyone may die in different ways.

With such an artistic conception of sword moves, Nie Wushuang can use the battlefield of the sect to comprehend it, it is really human luck, and the opportunity is against the sky.

Ye Xuanxin looked at the dead Kaiye Square, and muttered to himself: "Artistic conception rules." It actually appeared on a monk who was a beginner in the foundation building?"

When the thirty-seven people came to the stage in hatred, they would never have imagined that a moment later, one of them was scared to death in life, while the other thirty-six people did not make a move, everyone walked off the Zongbi stage with a nervous look on their faces, arm in arm.

The deacon of the sect had an embarrassed expression on his face, and muttered, "I have actually been affected!" As he spoke, he waited for the thirty-six people to walk off the Zongbi stage unharmed, licked his lips that were a little thirsty, and shouted loudly: "Nie Wushuang, win!"

(I saw that many friends rewarded today, and many friends called for more, so I spelled a chapter, whew, the code word is really a physical job.) Thank you for your great support. ）