"Stop!"

Duck-like calls.

The two and a half children, one big and one small, ran up in a rage, and the loud ones were loud.

Table ...... Cousin...... Dead?"

The younger man looked at the dead man on the ground with his eyes wide open and his eyebrows in his arms, and he was a little frightened.

The older one was also taken aback, remembering his mother's explanation, he raised his head, stared at Qiu Ju murderously and asked, "Who did it?"

Qiu Ju's face turned pale, and she hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Young Master Yao, Young Master Xing." ”

After the salute, Qiu Ju kept her head down and was silent.

"I ask you, who killed the man?!" roared the ram.

"It's me. ”

A faint voice came from above the two of them.

The two brothers were heartbeat, looked up, and were shocked, this person was the nightmare of their family of four, the father was pressed, the mother did not dare to step out of the back house, and they were like rubble in front of him.

"Come in!"

The wind is light, but there is no doubt about it.

Ram Xing's body trembled, and he approached his brother, Ram Yao gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage and walked into the Tongque Terrace, and Ram Star timidly followed behind his brother.

The two young masters were shocked when they saw everyone on the stage, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Ram Yao (Ram Star) has seen my brother, my third uncle, and my brother Yue." ”

"Come up, sit down!" Ram Chen said, waving his hand at Qiu Ju, the dead body was too ugly and too eye-catching.

The fat girl nodded slightly, stepped forward, and kicked out, and the corpse rose and fell slightly, landing right in the center of the shroud.

Qiu Ju bent over, pulled the b, and kicked again, rolling, and the package was perfect, the girl let out a sigh, smiled slightly, grabbed one head with both hands, threw it up, carried it on her shoulders, and shook off the Tongque platform.

The needle drop on the Tongquetai can be heard, the musician forgot to play the music, and everyone was stunned, such a fat girl, the work of collecting the body turned out to be so neat.

Practice makes perfect, skill is diligent!

They all thought of these two words, but the meaning behind the word 'diligence' carried a cold chill.

The eyes of the two people did not linger on Qiu Ju.

Ram Chen and Liu Wanqian have been watching Ram Changgeng and Jinyi Gongzi compete with each other.

At this time, it was already a sword qi confrontation, the brocade boy stabilized his position, slowly set things right, and should be in the palace, his sword is the same as his people, pleasing to the eye, extremely beautiful, Yuehua sword qi, swaying freely, pure sword qi, obviously like the moon.

The white steel sword of the ram long ploughing is still elusive, but he can't get close easily, and his sword qi is dimmed to the extreme under the bright moon, like a firefly, how to talk about competing for glory.

Ram Huang, Liu Wanshan, and Liu Wanqian have all seen the results.

The sword of the boy in brocade is a famous sword, and the white steel sword of the ram Chang Geng is just an ordinary sword of hundred refinements, the difference is too far, the sword in the hand of the sword cultivator is always part of the strength, and if the sword is bad, it will be suppressed.

The sword qi technique cultivated by the young man in brocade is even more sophisticated, not to mention the last sword qi of the ram's long cultivation, even the eight-grade Spring and Autumn sword qi of the ram clan is slightly inferior in front of him.

The sword is a famous family, a person is born in a family, this must be the son of a seven-grade family, with a lofty spirit, extraordinary bearing, and the posture of heaven and man, and everyone secretly praises it.

Ram Huang's father and son, and Ram Yao's brothers, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the young man on the main seat, but he was a little disappointed, but the young man was still indifferent, with a smile on his lips, and looked at the sword competition over there with relish.

The ram is not as good as a man, the sword qi is not as good as a man, and the swordsmanship is not as good as a man, but he wants to win, win back his status, win back his rights, and win back the trust of the young master.

With his ingenuity, he can naturally see that the identity of the person in front of him is extremely high, but only such a person can reflect his loyalty and courage.

His sword is the same as his people, he walks the treacherous way, the treacherous sword, the yin damage, the treacherous person, the yin ruthless, he is cruel to others, and he is also ruthless to himself, if you stab me with a sword, I will also stab you, you let me lose my flesh, I also want you to bleed.

The ram Changgeng was bleeding like an infusion, and the boy in brocade clothes also hung up the colors, brocade clothes were a little more guarded, less attack, and the defense was impermeable, he would not fight with an outlaw, and the madman in front of him who didn't care about it reminded him of the dead man of the family, such a person can no longer be regarded as a person.

So he is ready to retreat with his whole body, whether to kill this person or not, it is meaningless, if he kills, he will splash his blood, he is the son of a daughter, fighting with such a person has dropped the price, he should compete with the person sitting on the high platform, in line with his identity.

Airplanes!

A sword of ice thrust in.

"The ram is ploughing! Who gave you the dog guts! Dare to hurt the son of Zhan Tai!"

Three feet of white practice, straight to the head of the ram long cultivator, the person who came out of the sword was extremely fast, and he shot with hatred, and he wanted to kill with a sword.

"Stand down!"

The cold voice swept away the despair in Ram Changgeng's heart, and he quickly retreated.

A sword came from the west, sprinkling a green dot, and the irresistible sword qi Bai Lian was instantly decomposed, dispersing into wisps of cold qi.

The sword, passing through the air, countless shadows, green shadows, green sky, only see the sword but not people, his sword is too fast, quickly hidden, a piece of greenery covers the moon of the bright sky, covers the three-foot white practice, nothing can be seen.

Everyone on the bronze bird platform stood up in shock, a wind, when the patriarch appeared, an unstoppable wind blew overhead, the wind passed without a trace, there was no one there, and there was an extra sword in the west.

The vultures stood there stunned, he didn't see the sword in his hand, and he didn't see how the young master left.

Liu Wanqian's eyes were amazingly bright, his whole person was radiant, he saw a famous sword, a unique famous sword, not a sword, but a person, can you collect it?

"Little ...... Miss ......"

The little girl looked incredulous, ...... That...... Is that him? ...... He...... Isn't he dying?

The woman in white looked at the green in a daze, the light in her eyes flowed, such a fast sword, such a delicate swordsmanship, a hundred swords in an instant, not a swing, but a sword, a continuous sword, a sword that is extremely fast, each sword is a set of swordsmanship, dizzying, she has never seen such a sword, nor has she ever seen such a person.

The woman looked at it for a while, her brows furrowed slightly, what was he doing?

After looking at it for a while, the woman understood, and then she smiled, and her eyes were dyed with a smile, interesting person.

He was practicing swords, and he had no scruples about trapping two high-level spiritual warriors to practice swords, except for himself, I am afraid that no one knew his intentions, and even his opponents thought that he was going to kill, because he had just killed someone, talking and laughing and killing, so the two trapped stunts were exhausted, and they did not dare to be careless.

A quarter of an hour...... Two quarters of an hour...... Half an hour......

When the robes of the gray-clothed guards and several people on the bronze bird platform were soaked, the greenery was dispersed, the ram was sweating profusely, his eyes were blank, but he was unharmed, and the Zhan Tai Gongzi had a little red on his eyebrows, a little red on his Adam's apple, a little red on his chest, a little red on his heart, and a little red on his abdomen......

The tip of the green bamboo sword in Ram Chen's hand was a little red.

"Go back!"

"Yes. ”

One master and one servant, one before and one behind, step by step to re-ascend the bronze bird platform.