Nie Wushuang's long knife moved, cutting straight and horizontally.

Tang Ming's tiger eyes were fast, the broadsword in his hand was the first to strike, and under the surging aura, a cheerful roar came out from the broadsword, and a cyclone condensed into the form of a descending tiger, heading straight for Nie Wushuang's long knife.

Each side makes a move.

Nie Wushuang was affected by the wrong use of the previous knife technique, and his mind was unstable, and the Demon Suppression Knife slowly cut horizontally, not only did not cut out any artistic conception, but also did not have the slightest killing momentum.

The sword was everything, Nie Wushuang knew that his move did not let the opponent enter, and the opponent's broadsword was wrapped in majestic spiritual power in an instant, he didn't dare to have any pause, and hurriedly flew back.

Tang Minghu's broadsword was full of sword energy, killing intent was flying, and the corner of his mouth sneered: "Want to run?"

Nie Wushuang flickered and moved, he could avoid Tang Minghu's first move, his brows furrowed, between the third order of foundation building and the sixth order of foundation building, only then did he truly realize how big a gap there was between the first level of foundation building he had cultivated and Tang Minghu's sixth order of foundation building.

If he really started to do it, Nie Wushuang felt that he would definitely not be able to hold up ten moves.

So, when he was dodging, Nie Wushuang slashed backhand, and the Demon Knife slashed out again.

Tang Minghu was originally a little defensive when he saw Nie Wushuang slash with a knife, but when he looked at it again, he found that the opponent's sword was unexpectedly surging without aura, and the speed was slow; he sneered in his heart, slowed down his body, and deliberately raised his chest to slash at Nie Wushuang, allowing this knife to cut horizontally.

There was no aura in the knife, and when Nie Wushuang cut it out, he found that the knife still failed to cut out the rules of artistic conception.

The sheer arm strength and blade, even Tang Minghu's placket was not cut, and Tang Minghu could only be heard laughing: "The power of this knife is so amazing, it really impresses me." As he spoke, he flicked the broadsword in his hand, and a sword light flashed.

Multiply!

With a sound, Nie Wushuang's left arm was slashed off by Tang Minghu's sword from bottom to top, and suddenly the flesh and blood on the outside of Nie Wushuang's left arm flew sideways, and the spiritual power in the sword qi poured into Nie Wushuang's hands from the wound, which suddenly made the originally quiet aura in his golden spiritual vein become hot.

Where did Nie Wushuang dare to try again, and flew back.

Tang Minghu shouted: "Where to run!" The broadsword was raised, Nie Wushuang couldn't dodge, and was hit in the back by the broadsword, and with a bang, he flew out, and hit the wall of Zongbi Tai alive, spitting blood from his mouth, and fell from the wall.

Thanks to Tang Minghu's sword, it was to block Nie Wushuang's escape, between escaping and chasing, the orientation of the two changed greatly, and the change in direction just now caused the blade of the broadsword in Tang Minghu's hand to be unable to cut the opponent, and his eyes were fast, Tang Minghu directly used the sword body to slap Nie Wushuang's back.

Fortunately, this sword was slashed rather than slashed, otherwise if this sword was slashed on Nie Wushuang's back, I was afraid that he would lose half his life if he didn't die.

Although it was not a sword blade, the aura in the broadsword drilled into Nie Wushuang's body, stirring the hot and surging aura in Nie Wushuang's body into a pot of porridge, at this time, Nie Wushuang got up from the side of the wall, extremely embarrassed, the aura in his body was chaotic, the blood in his mouth flowed, and the flesh and blood on his arms were already blurred.

Tang Minghu slowly walked towards Nie Wushuang, who was leaning against the wall of the formation, and said as he walked, "How is it?

Nie Wushuang's eyes widened, and he said sharply: "It's either the first or the death!"

Tang Minghu shouted: "Either the first, or die, it's really arrogant and ignorant, then I'll send you to die." As he spoke, he slashed his broadsword, the blade of the sword went from bottom to top, and with a sword, he cut off the flesh on Nie Wushuang's left arm.

Nie Wushuang snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood again, at this time he couldn't hold it anymore, he shook it for a while, his whole body was close to the wall of Zongbitai, and the whole person leaned against the wall, looking at Tang Minghu coldly.

Tang Minghu smiled, stepped forward slowly, stood in front of Nie Wushuang, and said, "Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame Fu Xuesong, who asked him to promote you to the deputy hall master? Tang Minghu said, the long sword pointed to the top of the leaf square, and said: "Look at this square, do you know how many people envy me at this moment? Haha!" When Tang Minghu's words fell, suddenly the long sword slashed again, and the strip of flesh on Nie Wushuang's left arm was cut down again, and at this moment, on the outside of Nie Wushuang's left arm, there were only white bones left, and blood kept pouring out of the wound.

Fu Xuesong was on the viewing platform, frowning.

Nie Wushuang stared at Tang Minghu, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

Tang Minghu suddenly shouted: "Nie Wushuang, just a handyman, you are also worthy of being the deputy hall master of one of the thirteen halls of my Open Leaf Gate?" Think about the last time I was in Lingtian, if it weren't for the presence of Yun Qian Ruoyun girl, I would have killed you a long time ago." As he spoke, the hilt of the sword in Tang Minghu's hand turned, and the sword body slapped on Nie Wushuang's cheek with a snap, and the aura spit out, and half of Nie Wushuang's cheek suddenly swollen.

At this time, Nie Wushuang was already powerless to resist, the three life techniques in his body suddenly worked, and the chaotic eye suddenly mobilized the chaotic qi, and began to repair the injuries on his body as quickly as possible.

Tang Minghu smiled strangely and said, "Hey, come, let me see, what's wrong with your arm? I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, hurt you like this? Tsk, this hand, the bones are exposed, but it's okay, I'll change sides later, I don't have any other hobbies, my favorite is to cut meat and cook soup, especially human meat strips, the soup is delicious......"

Nie Wushuang looked at Tang Minghu in front of him, he saw an incomparably satisfied pleasure in Tang Minghu's eyes, that kind of happiness, as if in Tang Minghu's eyes, Nie Wushuang, the position of the deputy hall master, had already belonged to him Tang Minghu.

Nie Wushuang suddenly asked, "You seem to be very happy?"

Tang Minghu was stunned, and laughed: "Of course, of course, haha, you must know that the reward of you, the deputy hall master, will be my Tang Minghu's immediately." ”

Nie Wushuang's voice was soft, and he asked, "Really?" When the words fell, Nie Wushuang held the knife and held the right arm of the left arm with a wave, and the blade cut horizontally towards Tang Minghu's neck, this knife was castrated very slowly, Tang Minghu looked at the knife cut out by Nie Wushuang, he didn't even dodge at all, his eyes showed incomparable mockery, and he laughed loudly: "You still don't give up?" Haha, this knife ......."

Suddenly, Tang Minghu felt that the space around his body suddenly turned into a pure blue, in this blue world, an orchid suddenly flashed out, the flower was butterfly-shaped, slowly opening in front of his eyes, when the flower opened, the fragrance of the flower overflowed, a feeling of happiness, joy, and satisfaction arose, he seemed to see that he had won the first place in Zongbi, as if he had received the rich reward, his eyes were full of happiness, without a trace of sorrow.

The Demon Suppression Knife in Nie Wu's hands became slower and slower, and when his Demon Suppression Knife approached Tang Minghu's neck, Tang Minghu's laughter was even louder.

On the square, everyone was stunned, and everyone looked at Nie Wushuang's knife and Tang Minghu's reaction in disbelief.

"Minghu!" Tang Yurun's originally smiling face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he gasped for breath in his mouth, got up in shock, and shouted.

It's a pity that Tang Minghu's eyes saw nothing but the phalaenopsis orchid, he only felt that happiness was getting closer and closer to him, wrapping his whole person, he couldn't wait to reach out, hug the phalaenopsis into his arms, and slowly appreciate it.

Nie Wushuang was expressionless, his knife was slashed out, and the artistic conception was full, and Nie Wushuang himself could feel that the artistic conception of this knife move quickly enveloped Tang Minghu.

However, he was seriously injured at this time, and the spiritual energy in his body was scurrying around in the spiritual veins, so that when Nie Wushuang had just slashed out the sword move, a few traces of spiritual energy drilled into the blade body.

The artistic conception of the knife move, the realm of flowers, does not need to infiltrate the aura, but after the artistic conception is generated, the opponent falls into the knife realm, and the person who makes the move needs to deploy the aura into the knife according to their own needs, so as to control whether the knife move needs to kill the opponent.

Obviously, Nie Wushuang's knife was slashed out, and the aura entered the knife too early, resulting in everything becoming out of Nie Wushuang's control after the knife was released.

Tang Minghu's fascinated expression, the satisfaction on that face was by no means pretended,

The knife was attached to his neck, and Tang Minghu was still laughing.

In Nie Wushuang's chaotic aura, fortunately, there were only a few traces of aura that surged into the Demon Suppression Knife, so he didn't cut off Tang Minghu's head with a single sword.

But it was precisely because there was too little spiritual energy to enter, and Tang Minghu's physical body was stronger than the sixth order of the foundation, and those few traces of spiritual energy could only slowly pull left and right on Tang Minghu's neck.

Tang Minghu didn't realize that the Demon Knife was pulling left and right to cut his neck, at this time he was still in the illusion of Nie Wushuang's long knife, he was still laughing, his mouth gradually laughed and bleed, the blood on his neck flowed down the knife, he coughed violently a few times, still laughing hard.

Nie Wushuang was completely awake this time, and it was precisely because of his sobriety that he really saw the terrifying thing about the artistic conception of a pot of wine among the flowers, he just leaked a few traces of spiritual energy into the knife when he came out of the knife, and as soon as the knife move came out, he became uncontrollable.

But Nie Wu held the handle of the Demon Knife with both hands, and clearly felt that the Demon Knife was urging with a trace of aura, producing a feeling that he would not cut off the other party's head and would not give up.

The speed of the knife was extremely slow, and Nie Wushuang saw that it was obviously his own hand holding the hilt, but it was not his own intention at all that caused the Demon Knife to slowly pull left and right, and this kind of knife move that was completely out of control made Nie Wushuang extremely uncomfortable.

Squeak, squeak! Nie Wushuang clearly heard the sound between the blade and the human bone, and the sound was piercing.

Blood had been sprayed all over Nie Wushuang's face, and looking at the continuous cutting of the Demon Knife, Nie Wushuang wanted to stop, but he couldn't control his actions at all.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang's eyes were also full of horror, and he did not deny that he wanted to kill Tang Minghu, but he never thought of pulling the other party's neck like a blunt knife, this kind of killing method of constantly pulling the demon knife back and forth on Tang Minghu's neck was definitely not what Nie Wushuang wanted.

The wound on Tang Minghu's neck was getting bigger and bigger, his laughter was getting more and more miserable, the laughter was completely incoherent, blood kept gushing out from his neck, and his face, which was still smiling, was already covered with his own blood.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ha ha...... Cough......

Nie Wushuang's pupils contracted sharply, and he was completely out of his control, his right arm was pulling the Demon Knife, and it was still cutting, and Tang Minghu's neck blood mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

Above the open leaf square, there was a silence.

Tang Yurun had already flown out, his body hit the wall of Zongbitai heavily, and was bounced back into the air, his eyes were extremely sad, a mouthful of blood spurted wildly, and he shouted loudly towards Zongbitai with a crying voice: "Nie Wushuang, Nie Wushuang! Woo woo, spare him! spare him! woo woo ......"

Nie Wushuang also wanted to control it in his heart, his consciousness was sober, if he could, he would rather cut off Tang Minghu's head with a knife like he had done when he killed He Qingshan, but at this time, he couldn't control himself, the demon knife in his hand kept pulling left and right, and the blood had been sprayed everywhere on the Zongbi platform, and suddenly a black light overflowed from Tang Minghu's body.

Before Nie Wushuang could react, the blade of the Demon Demon Suppression Knife in his uncontrolled right hand flashed, and a white light flashed, instantly turning Tang Minghu's soul into nothingness and strangling him in mid-air.

When Tang Minghu's soul was killed, the hand that had been pulling the Demon Knife suddenly stopped at this moment, Nie Wushuang was stained with blood, sweating profusely, blood and sweat were mixed together, and he couldn't tell what was what, at this moment the movement in his hand finally stopped, and the Demon Knife also stopped cutting, looking at the opponent in front of him, Nie Wushuang was also stunned: at this moment, Tang Minghu's face full of blood still had an extremely satisfied smile, and his neck had been cut by the Demon Knife to the point that only a trace of flesh on the back of his neck was connected to his body.

Nie Wushuang was wrapped in blood, at this moment he had Tang Minghu's blood on his body, as well as his own blood, the chaotic qi in his chaotic eyes didn't know when to drill out, and he began to repair the injuries on his body non-stop.

Nie Wushuang's eyes were shocked, his pupils contracted violently, and he controlled his right hand to suddenly withdraw the Demon Suppression Knife, Tang Minghu's smiling head instantly fell to Tang Minghu's back shoulder without the support of the Demon Suppression Knife, the thin flesh skin hung on his head, leaning back, at this moment, Tang Minghu had already died thoroughly.

Tang Yurun sat on the ground of Kaiye Square dejectedly, tears rolling out of his eyes, a sad face, and his eyes were dull looking at Tang Minghu's body that fell to the ground and the head that was attached to the flesh and skin on the Zongbi stage.