On the competition platform, the wall of the protective array was overflowing, and Nie Wushuang in the protective array was wearing a dark red hall master's robe, which was extremely eye-catching, he stood against Mo Qingyu, the demon sword in his hand flipped over, and sneered: "Mo Qingyu, didn't you want to kill me a long time ago? I'll give you a chance." ”

Mo whispered a three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand, sneered on his face, and said slowly: "Nie Wushuang, last time there was Fu Xuesong to protect you, this time no one can save you; ”

As soon as Nie Wushuang heard this, thinking of the conversation between Mo Qingyu and Bu Yanyun in the woods, thinking about the torment that Bu Yanyun had endured, boundless sadness and boundless anger suddenly welled up in his heart, and his eyes looked at Bu Yanyun who was placed in a coma by Fu Xuesong on the viewing platform, his chest was depressed, the hand holding the knife slowly trembled, and the sadness and anger suddenly spread all over his body.

Nie Wushuang took the lead.

Mo Qingyu didn't make a move, in his eyes, people like Nie Wushuang were just under the care of Fu Xuesong, most of them were improved by the elixir resources of Cedar Hall, since he was able to beat Nie Wushuang into a state of serious injury and death last time, then in just nine days, he was just as confident as he could kill the other party. So in the face of Nie Wushuang at this time, Mo Qingyu was disdainful, and he didn't even have the pleasure of doing it.

Nie Wushuang, who was immersed in sadness, had in his mind the miserable appearance of Bu Yanyun just now, and the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand waved out, slashing at Mo Whispering.

Mo Qingyu watched Nie Wu's hands lift the Demon Suppression Knife, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed boundless ridicule, and his eyes were full of mockery, and Nie Wushuang's knife was like child's play in Mo Qingyu's eyes, the blade had no aura to infuse, and the speed was so slow, just like chopping vegetables and wood, it was just a knife drawn at will.

In the eyes of Mo Qingyu, this way of stabbing was no different from that of a fool, so the three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand did not even move half a minute.

Rumble!

In an instant, before Mo Qingyu could react, he suddenly felt that the knife seemed to have changed, and the overwhelming sadness came out from the time Nie Wushuang raised the knife, every inch that the knife moved, the more intense the sadness became, Mo Qingyu's eyes were full of sadness, and in the midst of that grief, a twin flower floated out, and the two stamens on the petals seemed to be clinging to each other and entangled with each other, but they kept biting each other and fighting each other.

The grief in Nie Wushuang's heart kept rolling, and his mind was full of Mo whispering's words just now: "...... ...... with smoke clouds The joy of the big wedding", even if a knife is swung, Nie Wushuang himself is endless.

Mo Qingyu looked at the void in front of him, the twin flowers were obviously the same one, but they wanted to fight each other, the regret and sadness in his heart suddenly surged, and tears rolled out of his eyes silently, among the tears, there were endless suffocations, he couldn't wait to turn himself into a stamen, devote himself to it, and give up himself for the growth of the other half of the stamen.

The artistic conception of flowers!

Above Nie Wushuang's blade, the artistic conception of the flower was simulated by him under this extreme sadness, like a whimsical and no trace.

When tens of thousands of eyes on the square looked at Zongbi Tai, they all showed extremely puzzled looks, in the eyes of everyone, Nie Wushuang on the competition platform was just a slow horizontal knife, slowly cutting towards Mo Qingyu, and even everyone could see that Nie Wushuang did not use spiritual power at all;

Under everyone's attention, Mo Qingyu stood motionless, tears flowing from his eyes, that expression, as if something had happened that made him feel extremely sad, he didn't make any action at all to respond.

"Such a slow knife, not even the aura is infused, is Mo Qingyu crazy? Sun Feihu, Fu Yixue, Tang Minghu, Ye Wuji and others were full of questions in their minds.

Ye Xuanxin looked at the competition platform and chuckled to himself: "Huh, an interesting knife." ”

Nie Wushuang's knife was still so slow, extremely slow.

In everyone's amazement, Nie Wushuang's Demon Knife slowly rested on Mo Qingyu's neck, the blade was attached to Mo Qingyu's neck, and a slight blood mark was revealed from Mo Qingyu's neck, and the Demon Suppression Knife was not cut off after it was on Mo Qingyu's neck.

Mo whispered's eyes, the sad expression disappeared at this time, and was replaced by a blank, he didn't feel how the other party made the knife at all, but the other party's knife was already on his neck, in his opinion, if Nie Wushuang's spiritual power was spit out, this knife was completely enough to cut off his own head.

Nie Wushuang looked at Mo Qingyu, feeling that this knife couldn't cut into half a point for some reason, this feeling also appeared when he was refining his sword skills, but now that he was fighting for life and death, if Mo Qingyu attacked, I was afraid that his Nie Wushuang would also be unable to save his life.

In this way, Nie Wushuang's long knife stopped at Mo Qingyu's neck so unbelievably, and Mo Qingyu felt that the boundless killing intent locked him on the spot, as long as he moved slightly, the long knife would cut off his head.

So the two remained motionless.

Mo looked at Nie Wushuang softly, his face changed one after another, with his grudge against Nie Wushuang, he didn't understand why Nie Wushuang's knife was just holding like this, but there was no movement at all. Although his eyes were full of doubts at this moment, he knew in his heart that he had lost, if it weren't for the mercy of the other party's subordinates, his head would have been cut off to the ground, and with the unacceptability of defeat in his heart, he couldn't help but murmur out in his mouth: "How can I lose? How can I lose?"

Nie Wushuang still felt that the long knife in his hand could no longer be cut.

At this time, there was a strange picture on the fighting platform, the winner's knife was on the neck of the loser, but it was not cut off.

Fu Yixue said to herself: "Stopped? It's really strange." ”

Tang Minghu's eyes flashed: "Hey, you don't move?" Hmph, that's just right, keep it for me to come." ”

As the son of the master of the door, Ye Wuji also seemed to see a difference, and frowned slightly: "This knife seems to be a little strange? Is it Nie Wuji's mercy with both hands? It doesn't look like ......"

Fu Xuesong was stunned and said to himself: "Hey, one doesn't kill, the other doesn't move, it's interesting." ”

Tang Yurun shouted: "Master Fu, your hall mouth is such a fake fight, should this be your hall mouth practice?"

Li Xudong, the master of the Criminal Law Hall, suddenly got up and said: "Door master, there are ghosts in this competition, please show the door master." ”

Ye Xuan's eyebrows squeezed inward, trying his best to think about something, and when he heard the words of the master of the Criminal Law Hall, he waved his hand and signaled him to leave it alone.

"Do as the master commands. Li Xudong sat back on the chair and looked at the competition platform with a righteous face, as if to say: "Dare to fake a fight in the big competition of the sect, when I open the door rules of the leaf gate, it will not be able to set up!"

Mo Qingyu only felt that a huge killing intent was gathered on Nie Wushuang's long knife, as long as he moved a point, he would be cut off by this long knife hanging on his neck, so he stiffened, and shouted to Nie Wushuang with an angry face: "Do it!" Compared to death, he felt that the mercy of Nie Wushuang's subordinates was a greater insult to him.

Nie Wushuang saw that the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand was already on Mo Qingyu's neck, and he also wanted to make a move, but he didn't know why, but this knife couldn't be cut down, in this case, it was obviously a mistake in the use of the knife when the knife was released. He simply stopped using this knife move, and directly issued an order, wanting to mobilize the aura in his body.

But he gave the order in his mind, but found that the aura in his body was completely solidified, and he couldn't mobilize a single inch at all, in this case, Nie Wushuang was also very puzzled, he knew very well that if the Demon Demon Knife was not infused with spiritual energy, purely relying on the sharpness of the knife itself and the strength of his arm, at most it could only cut the skin on Mo Qingyu's neck, unless he kept cutting back and forth, Mo Qingyu stood still and let him cut without resisting, but how could this situation be possible?

If the blade does not have aura, and the ordinary blade wants to cut through the monk's body, it can only be cut back and forth. This is also one of the reasons why the demonized blade is so popular in the Yunmeng Continent, because the demonized blade itself is transformed by demon cultivators, and it is full of aura, so it doesn't matter whether the blade is infused with aura or not.

Mo Qingyu's feeling was also very strange, he obviously felt the rolling killing intent on the blade at his neck, but he found that the other party had no next move at all, and he was puzzled, and when he was about to raise a gun to attack the other party, he found that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't use it at all, and he was shocked, he knew that he would definitely die today, so he simply closed his eyes and let Nie Wushuang slaughter.

I saw Nie Wushuang's long knife suddenly turn, and the back of the knife slapped heavily on Mo Qingyu's face, making a snapping sound, and then hearing Nie Wushuang shouting: "Spare your life today." !"

Where does Nie Wushuang want to spare Mo Qingyu's life? It's just that his whole body spiritual power can't be mobilized, and he knows that relying on the strength of his physical arm alone, he keeps sawing and cutting back and forth to see if he can cut off Mo Qingyu's head, but people are good, and a fool will stand in place and let you slaughter it, so as a last resort, he can only take this method and pretend, so it seems that he really spared Mo Qingyu's life, but in fact, Nie Wushuang knows that he is suffering.

After being slapped on the back of Nie Wushuang's knife, Mo Qingyu's face suddenly turned red and white, how could he not mobilize his spiritual power, and Nie Wushuang was extremely weird after the knife just now, so he no longer delayed, for fear that Nie Wushuang would change his mind and cut it down, so he hurriedly rolled to the side, got up and said to Nie Wushuang: "There is a day when you regret it." After speaking, he didn't stop, and directly admitted defeat and quit Zongbitai.

(Looking at the collection falling one by one, it is estimated that it is not well written, hey, no way, the level is limited, everyone will just look at it.) ）