The eyes of the people were immediately attracted to it, including the warriors in the surrounding squares, who also unconsciously stopped fighting and looked over.

The Red Gate disciple snorted coldly, and when he looked at the other party's sword, he stood still.

At the last moment, he raised his hand, clanged, the swords and swords were opposed, and the sound was not loud throughout the audience.

Li Xingchen and the others looked over, and the two of them parted with a touch, and each took a few steps back.

"Look for death!" The senior brother of the Qingcheng faction let out a low shout, his toes tapped, his body soared into the air, and then he hid his sword behind him.

The disciples of the Red Gate disdain, they used this trick last time, didn't they grow?

"The sword is coming, breaking it!" With a low shout, the Red Gate disciple also rose into the air, the sword in his hand was like a phantom, making people not know that the handle was real, and it seemed to be real, controlled by him, dancing with him.

Ten thousand swords slashed at the other party, and the audience was in an uproar, amazed at the moves in front of them.

Li Xingchen immediately became interested.

"Pediatrics."

The senior brother pointed his sword at the sky, and then slashed downward, and the ten thousand swords dissipated, revealing his true face.

"Insect carving skills."

"Che, you think that's it?" The Red Gate disciple smiled evilly, as if he knew that the other party would break his sword moves.

He flipped his hand, hid the sword behind his hand, and when the person hit the ground, he jumped up violently, took out the sword in his sleeve, and stabbed it into the chest of the senior brother.

The elder brother's pupils shrank, and he retreated sharply, his sword qi was sharp, his clothes were torn, and his flesh and blood were splashed.

Fortunately, the dodge was timely, and it was only a minor injury.

The people applauded, it was so exciting! The blood stimulated everyone's attention and made this martial arts more ornamental!

The senior brother of the Qingcheng faction frowned, and his face turned slightly pale.

"You want to kill me?"

He wasn't afraid, but he didn't think that the self-proclaimed decent Red Gate would play insidious tricks.

Even if the court has no rules and can't hurt people, what about the morality of the rivers and lakes? Don't want the style of the orthodox sect?

Okay, you are unkind, I am unjust, and it is only exciting to fight hard.

Only in this way can the infinite potential of human beings be stimulated.

The senior brother let out a low shout, and the whole person rushed forward again.

"Tarzan is at the top." Senior Brother Hongmen suddenly jumped up, flipped three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, like a Mount Tai, and fell straight towards Senior Brother, making everyone stunned.

The little mystery brothers and sisters who were originally shouting and cheering for the senior brothers of their respective sects were amazed again and again, and they all looked at the senior brothers of the Qingcheng faction.

The senior brother seemed to be waiting for this move, curled the corners of his lips disdainfully, and stepped on the spot without any other movements.

The next moment, however, something surprising happened.

Just when everyone didn't know what he was doing, in the blink of an eye, the person appeared two meters away out of thin air, and at the same time, the sword in his hand rotated, and the sword in his hand suddenly broke, shooting towards the Red Gate disciple like slag, the speed was fast, ruthless and accurate.

The pupils of the Red Gate disciple who were still in the air locked suddenly, and a suffocating sense of crisis struck.

He used his qi as a springboard in the air, shouted loudly, and had to change his moves before he landed.

However, there were too many arrow slags, and he was hit in many places on his body, and after he landed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes stared at the senior brother of the Qingcheng faction darkly.

"That's it? Good means! But you're out of arms! The Red Gate disciple wiped the blood with the back of his hand.

"A true swordsman, no sword is better than a sword." The elder brother disagreed.

He knew that the disciples of the Red Sect could still say this to him, and it was not the first time to attack him, which proved that he was seriously injured, and it was estimated that many sword shatters were shot into the body, and if he was lucky, his internal organs should be damaged.

Taking advantage of his illness and asking for his life, the senior brother did not give the other party a chance to breathe, and quickly rushed towards him.

To the layman, it seems that the two are on par, but Li Xingchen can see through the Red Gate disciple at a glance.

When he jumped violently and lost a fight to the death, the senior brother stabbed the last remaining sword into his chest and pulled him down.

Man, straight down.

The winner is decided!

The scene fell silent, all stunned by this wonderful duel.

They thought that the senior brother had killed someone, but the Red Gate disciple slowed down on the ground for a while, began to cough dryly, spit out a mouthful of blood, endured the severe pain, sat up, and checked the injury!

Seriously injured!

It may not be cured!

Even if it is cured, the power will be wasted.

"Announce the results!" The elder brother looked sideways at the referee.

The referee came back to his senses and hurriedly rang the gong.

The people of the Red Gate were furious, staring at the Qingcheng faction at the other end.

The head of the Qingcheng faction was full of red light and didn't care.

He is worthy of being his big disciple!

The disciples also happily welcomed the senior brother back to the team.

The game continues.

Yes, the two of them learned from the past, and the warriors in the back let go of their hands and feet one by one, doing it with real knives and guns, playing with their lives, the scene became more tragic, and the knives were deadly, all with the attitude of the enemy to death and death.

Li Xingchen was very dissatisfied with this situation, and immediately ordered that killing people during the competition would be forbidden, otherwise he would be disqualified from the competition.

With this ban, the game quickly reverted to its previous, point-to-point state. Full of highlights, the climax is full of ups and downs, from sunrise to sunset, and after a two-hour rest, it goes from sunset to sub-hour.

However, Li Xingchen and the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs only watched it for a long time before returning to the palace.

The affairs in the palace are busy, it is impossible to spend a day here, and it is not easy to be in a high position.

Next, Li Xingchen will come in the last game, and those who must be able to survive to the last level are all elites, and the game will be more interesting.

At the end of the day's martial arts, the people who watched it at the beginning were crowded, like locusts, and then gradually decreased, because it looked like this, and the aesthetics were tired.

The deserted martial arts arena was even more deserted when it arrived.

The struggle between the various factions and the grievances intensified, and when they returned to the inn, they began to argue again.

Especially the Qingcheng faction.

The head of the Qingcheng faction has the blessing of blood ginseng, and now he looks at the heads of the various factions extremely unpleasantly, and feels that after a while, he will dominate the martial arts, so he has always looked at people with nostrils, and he is very proud.

Ministry of Rites.

A group of people worked overtime to count the results of the competition for the second round.

When the child was over, he was still working, and everyone in the Ministry of Rites complained, openly and secretly accusing him of not giving him an increase in overtime.

At this time, someone came over to tell him, saying that the martial arts people in the inn were inextricably fighting.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu was furious.

Originally, he looked down on the rural villagers, but now the Ministry of Rites is busy enough, and he is still engaged in moths, isn't this adding to people's blockages?

"Tell Your Majesty, let's go to the inn to stop it."

"Crazy?" The left waiter of the Ministry of Rites twisted his eyebrows and said, "Father, what time is it?" Your Majesty is rested.

It is common for the rivers and lakes to fight and fight, how can you disturb Your Majesty's rest for this trivial matter? ”

"Yes, Lord Shangshu, it is recommended to contact the Yamen, or Jing Zhaoyin will send troops to suppress it. There is no need to be polite with the rivers and lakes, whoever fights will be removed from the fight. ”

"But..."The waiter of the Ministry of Rites thought for a moment and hesitated, "This is a matter for our Ministry of Rites." ”