"I'm signing up!"

The three words rang like a dusk drum and morning bell, exploding in this sunset city. The staff who packed up the tools were stunned, stopped what they were doing and looked at Fengshenxiu.

Curious!

Astonished!

Not enough.

"Huh!"

There was wind on the soles of his feet, and Feng Shenxiu immediately smiled apologetically at the staff. stepped forward and wrote his name in full view of everyone.

Fengshen Show!

The three large characters are folded and shining on the white paper, and they shine even more brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun. The three characters are clear and beautiful, written in the block script of the ancient Chinese country, and the whole name involuntarily exudes a huge atmosphere.

This is the accumulation of time and the accumulation of a long and prosperous civilization, which is the hardness in the bones of the people of a big country. Feng Shenxiu glanced at the three big characters that jumped on the paper, smiled slightly in his heart and raised his head.

"This student, I'm sorry that we have already closed the registration. Just when Feng Shenxiu was triumphantly waiting for everyone to marvel, the cold voice hit the bottom of his heart like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, extinguishing the burning heat in Feng Shenxiu's heart in one fell swoop.

His face turned blue in vain, and Feng Shenxiu couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. In the afterglow of the setting sun, it looks demonic, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth hide an earth-shattering murderous aura. Feng Shenxiu's eyes flashed and looked at the middle-aged man who had just spoken, and said coldly, "Why?"

Anger is growing, murder is gathering.

Feng Shenxiu was unwilling, and he did not hesitate to risk entering the 100,000 mountains for the sake of the Hundred Sect Dabi, and was attacked by killers and dead soldiers. It can be said that for the sake of the Great Comparison of Hundred Sects, Fengshenxiu has gone out, and even his life can be ignored.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's words were like ice water pouring down from the top of Feng Shenxiu's head on a hot summer day, and it was cold from head to foot. Feng Shenxiu's eyes were filled with the aura of blood killing, staring at the middle-aged man deadly, and the killing god in his hand was hanging tightly.

There is an urge to draw a sword and kill the enemy without giving a reason.

Feng Shenxiu was angry at the moment, and reason struggled with the last trace of clarity. The square under the sunset is very quiet, only a few scattered people are wandering, infatuated or nostalgic for the glory of the hundred sects.

"The time has passed, please go back after the registration is over!" The tone was stiff without the slightest turn, extremely domineering, and the straight-throated Feng Shenxiu was speechless. The middle-aged man who was packing up his things stopped what he was doing, and looked unscrupulous.

"The sun was still setting, and there were still three quarters of an hour before the end of the fifth day. Feng Shenxiu glanced up at the position of the sun and turned his head to say, and then said to the middle-aged man in a calm tone: "Could it be that the teacher regards the heroes of the world as nothing, or is the teacher the dean of the Broken Sword Academy, and can directly decide everything?"

The tone was cold, and it was completely right. Feng Shenxiu didn't expect things to come to this point, but since both sides had already torn their faces, Feng Shenxiu didn't need to save face for each other.

Feng Shenxiu will not do stupid things to make others comfortable and suffer themselves, since he chooses to be hostile, since you don't let me feel better, I don't care who you are, don't say it's a teacher, even if it's the king of heaven Lao Tzu Feng Shenxiu will draw his sword in anger.

"Presumptuous, you're just a little teacher, dare to stop Ben Shao from participating. Feng Shenxiu's eyes were cold, and the anger rising in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he shouted angrily at the middle-aged man. Hearing the angry reprimand, the middle-aged man's face turned red and then turned iron-blue.

The middle-aged man didn't expect things to happen to this point, and he just said a word according to the unspoken rules, which caused a strong backlash from the other party. Feng Shenxiu's reprimand made the middle-aged man kill suddenly, and there was no room for the slightest turn between the two.

Either you die or I die!

"Zheng!"

The sword in Fengshenxiu's hand exuded an astonishing murderous aura, and his body stood straight like a sharp sword piercing the sky, revealing its edge and not being able to hide it.

A domineering, chilling qi machine pressed directly on the middle-aged man opposite. "Kill!" This is the answer given by Fengshenxiu, since you don't let Ben Shao get better, Ben Shao will definitely not let you down. The sword qi swept through the nine heavens, stirring the heavens and the earth.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came, like the thunder of heaven and earth domineering and sharp indestructible. A cold snort broke Feng Shenxiu's defensive state of mind and shook his heart of killing. Feng Shenxiu also knew that the strength of this middle-aged man was unfathomable, and his possibility of surviving was infinitely close to zero.

"Poof!"

The cold hum is like the sound of an ancient yak sweeping the sky and suppressing it. Feng Shenxiu's eyes flashed, and the sword of killing gods in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, with a huge murderous aura as the foundation, and the demonic power as a means to resist the pressure brought by the other party.

"The light of rice grains also dares to compete for the glory of the moon!"

Seeing Fengshenxiu's strong performance, the middle-aged man was furious. In his opinion, as a teacher of the Broken Sword Academy, he was taken care of by someone before and after the saddle wherever he went. No one has ever been able to disobey him, even if he is strong enough to treat himself with a little politeness and respect.

Unexpectedly, this ignorant teenager dared to resist himself, and the mood of the middle-aged man can be imagined. If it weren't for the teachers around him, the middle-aged people would have the idea of killing Feng Shenxiu in their hearts.

In the face of Feng Shenxiu's persecution, the middle-aged man exuded a monstrous momentum that enveloped Feng Shenxiu. At this moment, Feng Shenxiu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he really moved to kill this person.

I said goodbye to my father and brother, went on the road alone, was assassinated and survived in the 100,000 mountains, and struggled on the death line for what. Isn't it all just to participate in the Hundred Sects Competition, seize the Hundred Sect Emperors and humiliate Feng Binglan's eyes, and wash away the shame he received at the beginning.

All the efforts were vetoed by the middle-aged man, and in an instant, Feng Shenxiu was murderous and irrepressible.

"Die!"

I couldn't stand the suppression of the momentum, and the killing sword in Feng Shenxiu's hand stabbed straight out, and there were no fancy moves, simple and direct, and it hit the throat of the middle-aged man.

This trick is only to kill the enemy.

Feng Shenxiu knew in his heart the consequences of killing this middle-aged man, the Broken Sword Academy had been established for hundreds of years, and thousands of students had been cultivated, which was absolutely innumerable, far from what Feng Shenxiu and the Feng family could resist at this moment.

Knowing and knowing, Feng Shenxiu's murderous heart is as solid as iron, without the slightest wavering.

The warrior is strong and straight, and he must not damage himself sharply!

The killing sword came out silently, but it was the pinnacle blow of Feng Shenxiu at the moment, and the killing machine was convergent but very deadly. The middle-aged man on the opposite side didn't expect Feng Shenxiu to be so bold and bold in a few words. Although he was surprised by Fengshenxiu's ruthlessness and determination, he smiled contemptuously in the face of Fengshenxiu's peak sword, which was ironic.

"Whew!"

Feng Shenxiu knew that his peak sword would not achieve much, and at most he could only contain the enemy. Seeing that the sword of killing gods was getting closer and closer to the middle-aged man, the flying knife in Feng Shenxiu's hand came out of his hand, and eighteen flying knives shrouded the middle-aged man's vital door from eighteen directions.

"Bell!"

The smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth had not yet subsided, so he naturally stretched out his hand and grabbed the Killing God Sword. Destroying Feng Shenxiu's attack, Feng Shenxiu's heart is changing at the moment, this middle-aged man is too strong and his ordinary means can't defeat it at all.

Then that's all there is to it!

Feng Shenxiu's soul power penetrated through his body and appeared in all directions, blending into the flying knife and then cutting off the connection. Looking at the flying knife that was about to approach the throat of the middle-aged man, Feng Shenxiu said softly.

"Change direction!"