The people in the room are now boiling to the extreme, and they all want to fight the nose ring man named Ah Ba as soon as possible, and they all want to get the qualification to enter and leave the devil's domain freely.

"Gordon, it's already atmospheric over there!" Shiyu had just been attracted by this scene, and suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to Gordon's clothes.

But Gordon had already finished eating, and his eyes were now as straight as poetry at the duel between the two young men opposite.

Shiyu pouted, "When did you finish eating?"

Gordon said, "Just finished eating!"

Shiyu suddenly pointed to two people in the distance and said, "No, do you know those two?"

Gordon followed the poetic direction and looked at the two men. "Huh!" "Those seem to be the two treasures in 'Wanbao Zhai'!"

"What is it like!" Shiyu said embarrassedly: "Gordon, they were meant to be!" The two Shiyu pointed to were Zhuge Luyin and the old man behind him.

Gordon suddenly had a strange expression on his face, and said, "Why are they here?"

Shiyu pouted and said, "You ask me, I don't know." After she finished speaking, she turned her head again, indicating that she ignored him, and she wanted to see someone compare swords.

At this time, Gordon suddenly said listlessly behind her back: "Don't look at it, don't start crying again when you see blood." ”

Hearing this, Shiyu's upright body suddenly stiffened, and she suddenly turned to squeeze a smile out of Gordon. Then he stood up and walked over to Gordon, sitting on a stool with him. She reached out her jade hand again, looking for Gordon's hand.

Gordon sighed, freed up a hand, and gripped her jade hand tightly. Then he also looked at the two people in the field.

The room was neither big nor small, but the onlookers still chose to stand in the corner, at the edge. Enough space was made for two warriors competing with swords.

"Mu Yuanfeng, are you ready?" Ah Ba's nose ring rang, and he suddenly yelled.

Mu Yuanfeng sat in a green coat, pointed at his sleeves, and a light and agile sword was already in his hand. "Ready!"

Ah Ba looked back at Zhuge Luyin. Zhuge Luyin understood and announced: "The point is over, the sword competition begins!"

Ah Ba yelled, "Take it." As he spoke, he had already grasped the iron sword on the ground fiercely with one hand, dragging it towards the wooden wind. The iron sword was originally inserted into the ground, but now because of Ah Ba's huge force, it has cut a hole in the floor. Suddenly, the rubble flew sideways, so it was not amazing.

Mu Yuanfeng looked at the reckless man in front of him, his eyes jumping. This slash is too powerful, and the huge force on it is definitely not something he can stop.

Their Kunlun swordsmanship pays attention to the word "light and spiritual", and the swordsmanship is known for its agility and changeability, and it is not a domineering sword.

However, for this kind of reckless man, their swordsmanship is their nemesis. Slow movement is a common weakness of domineering swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, Mu Yuanfeng sneered, plucking onions on dry land, and it was already swept high. Just as he swept up.

Just as he was swept up, Ah Ba's domineering sword had already flashed closer. Ah Ba yelled

"Break—"

The black iron sword was suddenly copied by Ah Ba in his hand, and it slashed down into the air. This sword was only one centimeter away from cutting off Mu Yuanfeng's toes.

Mu Yuanfeng had already felt the cold wind coming from the soles of his feet, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. "What a fast swordsmanship!"

"Click-"

The iron sword slashed into the void, and the round table in the distance was cut into two parts, and it was instantly torn apart, shocking everyone.

"Is this sword qi?" someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

"It's so possible, at a young age, you can stimulate sword qi!"

"Sword qi, no, this is not sword qi, this is at most a sword wind. ”

"That's right, the sword qi is ethereal, like smoke and has not yet taken shape, this is not called sword qi to be exact!"

"Although he has not become a sword qi, he already has a sword momentum, and the old man is ashamed of himself for this," a white-haired old swordsman next to him sighed unwillingly.

Mu Yuanfeng was in the air, and before he fell, his face was already as pale as paper. With this trick, he already felt that he was far inferior.

He has been practicing swordsmanship in Kunlun Mountain for eight years, but the sword qi is still an ethereal existence for him, not to mention those realms that only record the flying of the sword, summoning the sword spirit, and the unity of the human sword.

He suddenly looked up at a young woman in the distance, his junior sister. She bit her lip, her eyes full of worry.

He smiled at her. For though he had only looked at her, his courage was suddenly there. In front of the woman he loves, admitting defeat to other men is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Senior sister, I won't let you down!" Mu Yuanfeng gritted his teeth, did a somersault, and landed on the ground with a slight touch of his toes.

A seat in Tsing Yi, a handsome person.

His junior sister was below, staring at his senior brother with his eyes unsmashed, and his two little hands were also rubbing his chest constantly, looking very worried.

"When you are competing for swords, you'd better not think about it!" At this time, Ah Ba suddenly sneered. The black iron sword had been carried on his shoulder at this time.

Mu Yuanfeng's face was pale, and he no longer had the calmness he had just now.

Ah Ba's face suddenly turned pale, and he slashed at him again, and his body followed, the iron sword flew over, and in an instant he slashed out more than twenty swords.

But they were all dodged by Mu Yuanfeng, and when Ah Ba made a move, he just hid, not shot.

"When—"

At this moment, only a loud noise was heard, and Mu Yuanfeng was shocked and took several steps back. A light and agile sword was also buzzed. Mu Yuanfeng himself also felt the hand holding the sword tingle.

"What a domineering sword!"

"Fierce and powerful!"

"Only an iron-like man can use such a swordsman!" the people around him sighed!

"That friend surnamed Mu, I think it's better to admit defeat! If you continue to fight, you're just wasting time!"

Hearing the shouts around him, Mu Yuanfeng's face turned even whiter like a piece of paper. He suddenly shouted, and when Ah Ba slashed into the air, he jumped behind his back and tried to give him a sword from behind.

This sword is obviously a sword that takes risks, fighting for his life, when he stabs this sword, he can only attack but not defend, if a sword does not stab the other party successfully, it will definitely fail.

This is a sword that has broken the cauldron, this is a desperate sword, but it doesn't seem to be suitable here.

The people around looked at this scene, and they were suddenly stunned and became silent, as if time had stopped at this moment.

When the tip of the sword was only one centimeter away from Ah Ba's shoulder, Mu Yuanfeng didn't do anything, and he kept aiming the tip of the sword at Ah Ba's heart. Because he knew that if this sword didn't inflict fatal damage on Ah Ba, he would lose in the end. So instead of that, it's better to kill him with one piece.

Winning or losing in this sword, everyone has already held their breath at this time.