The fungus does not know the obscurity, and the cockroach does not know the spring and autumn.

Pei Ye held the hilt of the sword, the corners of his mouth were red and not dry, and his face was still pale.

For the teenagers, this is not an easy battle.

He had been suppressing his anger and had taken it most seriously.

The Golden Autumn Wubi is really something he has been preparing for a long time and looking forward to for a long time. This is the first formal test in his life, leaving behind those things that can allow him to win without suspense, and fighting in a down-to-earth and serious manner is not only a respect for Wubi, but also a responsibility for his own practice.

Of course, the world is unpredictable, and sometimes he has to give up his original plans for something more important.

Sometimes not.

Above the ring.

As the words fell, Shang Huaitong's eyes suddenly turned red, and his gaze almost bit Pei Li's face. This sentence was like a hammer to the heart, and the boiling blood that squeezed out violently flooded his brain. He struggled to stand up like a bouncing live shrimp, but as soon as his strength was condensed, he was once again violently crushed by the blazing fire in his chest and abdomen.

But the next moment, the man's hideous and distorted face froze.

He was cold and saw that the white blade that had just brought the world-shattering sword did not stop at all, and the sharp edge flashed in his field of vision, and the bloody meaning in it made his neck feel a terrifying chill at first!

Pei Ye slashed at Shang Huaitong's throat with a sword.

Shang Huaitong's pupils shrank to the tip of a needle, and his heart suddenly clenched into a frozen ball.

He's going to kill me!!

All the anger was extinguished by the ice water at this moment, Shang Huaitong withstood the burning fire in his injured body, and his true qi broke out in his body desperately, and he really got out of control from the young man's feet for a while.

But the sword was much faster than him.

Shang Huaitong looked desperately at the tip of the sword against his throat, angry, frightened, and incredulous. Countless emotions squeezed together and exploded in the heart.

Why?!

It's in the ring!!

He really couldn't figure it out, but in terms of life and death, any "unreasonable" would not have a chance to do it again. The young man in front of him did not hesitate at all, only expressionless, indifferently wielding his sword.

He didn't show his killing intent in the sword just now, but waited until the battle was over and everyone's mood was down, and he suddenly attacked, obviously not improvised, but prepared.

This sword is too fast, too unexpected, Luo Defeng suddenly slammed into the chair rail and shrank his pupils down, and a teacup had already taken the wind and thunder and flew over, but the weak old man moved no slower than him.

Raising the sword and flying, a sword qi smashed the teacup first, and exploded a surging qi wave in the sky above the martial arts field, and the descendants had stopped in front of Luo Defeng.

Luo Defeng was almost injured to death, his eyes protruding from Li Weiru's blockade, but the moment before he stepped into the ring, the tip of Pei Li's sword had already passed through Shang Huaitong's blocking hand and forced him to his throat.

Although it is the grandmaster who has stepped into the realm of Xuanmen, he is powerless to return to heaven at this time.

But in an instant, another teacup, silent and as fast as a soft light, floated across the distance between the high platform and the ring.

With a slight snip, it struck on Pei Li's long sword, forcing it softly and unstoppably aside.

The old man had time to stop Shang Huaitong at that time, and naturally he had time to stop Pei Li at this time.

On the high platform, Sui Zaihua said: "Victory or defeat—"

Pei Ye suddenly let go of his sword and stepped on Shang Huaitong, who had just come out of his feet, and the fire surged in, but in the next moment, the teacup had once again pressed against his chest, forcing him away.

"—divided." Sui Zaihua's tone was visibly condensed.

On the ring, Pei Ye indifferently looked at the man who fell to the ground with his eyes bulging, his mouth wide open and his voice in pain, and shook his sword body.

Shang Huaitong's entire right arm was already as red as blood.

The audience was silent.

It was only at this time that the enveloping artistic conception faded from the sky, the white clouds were high, the daylight was bright, and the breeze combed over the face, it was an ordinary afternoon in autumn, and those thrilling wonders just now were like a dream.

Countless people looked at the two figures standing and lying on the stage, so quiet that they didn't move.

The man curled up on the ground with his arms folded, his sword scattered, his face was in disarray, and he could no longer stand up; The figure of Qingfu stood with a sword, and the blood was still stained on his placket, but the young man stood like a bamboo.

Everyone remembers everything that just happened.

Shang Huai used the true sword of artistic conception, and the already complete Netherlife Realm showed everyone its true strength, the kind of irresistible will that withered together and almost made people lose their resistance. And all of this overturned towards the crumbling teenager.

It was supposed to be an end.

Shang Gongzi, who lost face twice, should have regained his strength and grace in this sword.

However, the colossal secluded realm fell like the sea, and the power of the mysterious Mo Yu was like a fairy, but under the simple sword of the young man, it collapsed.

Everyone was completely speechless by this scene.

There is no more magical power, and there is no more powerful sword move, it is a single sword in light clothes, and when a sword is pointed, everything collapses, and when the heavy dark and cold sea falls in front of him, it has turned into countless light floating flowers passing by.

No one could see how this change had happened, but they all felt the stiffness and collapse of the netherland, as if they had been stabbed in the heart.

However, before this, no one had ever felt any heart and joint in this artistic conception.

It is so powerful, so vague, so irresistible, how can there be such a fatal weakness?

But the boy just saw it clearly and cut it with precision.

This almost represents one of the most obsessive charms of the sword - facing the sea with a sword, facing the mountain with a sword, a lonely and fragile body, a thin and slender sharp weapon, in the face of an irresistible force, there is no stronger force to hit hard, but floats through the body, the placket is not stained, and the mountains and seas have collapsed.

It is precisely because the flesh is really fragile and ordinary, and it is easy to collapse at the touch of a button, and it is precisely because the long sword is really ordinary and made of iron, that the calmness of the sword when it dismantles these mysterious and powerful is even more heartbreaking.

Such a sword representing the supreme art of swordsmanship amazed everyone, and this young man really, with the cultivation of four lives and an ordinary sword, won this victory that everyone thought was impossible.

Not every victory can be immediately cheered by the audience.

It's okay when you're four wins, and it's even better when you're four wins and six wins, but after this segment is over, you have to give the audience time to be stunned.

And when many people came back to their senses and were about to roar several times with joy, they first burst out of their throats with a broken exclamation.

——Shang Huaitong's sudden sneak attack sword slammed everyone's hearts!

Obviously, the winner has been decided, and the test is over!

The young man broke the sword of intent, obviously relying on his artistic conception, relying on his person's sensitivity to the sword and the ghost, and stabbed the key point of the sword of the ghost, which was broken with ingenuity. Now that the artistic conception has been broken, he is physically injured and tired, how can he deal with the outburst of Liusheng so close?!

No matter from physical strength, from true qi to injury, of course, he would not be able to defeat Shang Huaitong over and over again. But in the ring, there is only one time, as long as it is once, it is enough to end - if you are in the field of life and death, this time, you Shang Huaitong will have no life!

But such shamelessness is to appear in the ring, and the young man who has just brought infinite admiration to people is about to be stabbed.

Then, in the next moment, a completely mesmerizing and soul-snatching scene covered the sky.

After many sessions, when the people of Fenghuai watched the martial arts competition, they would still be mediocre in all kinds of amazing swordsmanship, and they were obviously powerless, but their expressions were really weathered.

If you hold a sincere inquiry after stepping down, even the lady who sells eggs in the city on weekdays will hold her sleeve and say: "Your trick is quite good-looking, but. I haven't seen the snow and ice. ”

Without a secluded raft, no one would have seen the bitter winter in the middle of the night.

Deep to the clear night sky, countless of the purest and icy whites descended from the sky, everything shrouded in the secluded realm was stripped inch by inch, the cold moon covered the snow, the feathers mixed with the snowflakes fell, and the sky and the earth suddenly became a sharp white.

Yijian.

A more complete, stronger, and more unquestionable sword!

Countless people are obsessed with this, and when the real world reappears in front of them, Shang Huaitong has been stepped on the throat by the teenager.

The audience was even more silent.

Therefore, it is never the weak to defeat the strong.

It's not a dangerous victory, nor is it the favor of luck, this young man named Pei Ye has always stood at the top of this martial arts competition!

If you say that he has an amazing teacher and a mysterious background, now he has won everything with a four-life body; If you say that defeating the strong with the weak is only an occasional danger, then now he has clearly shown it to everyone, he has always been the first to be the first from the beginning to the end!

This is the leader of this year, from the inside out, without water, without question!

On the high platform, the officials had already been locked in by this duel, and the county magistrates sighed again and again with a helpless smile and threw their hands to the old man in white official uniforms.

On the other side, Li Weiru was silent and sighed softly.

Gu Yunfu had already sat back in his seat, leaning on the backrest without saying a word. If the victory of four wins and six just now has made him sigh to himself, then at this time, the boy has completely jumped into the level of "genius" in his heart.

Holding such a powerful sword in his hand, the young man had already shown the dexterity of using the sword before, and now the man saw his terrifying talent for learning and understanding. When Gu Yunfu took the letter and looked down at the name "Pei Li", he really didn't expect this name to have such weight.

So he couldn't help but look at the desktop behind him again - due to Luo Defeng's flying move, the paper on it fell a little, but it was the preface that Sui Zaihua laughed at when he took his seat.

Above is the old man's vigorous handwriting, exactly:

Pei Li, Shang Huaitong, Yang Yan, Zhang Junxue.

In the stands on the west side, more than a dozen or twenty children had already exploded and become a group of crazy screaming small balls, and Master Huang, who was surrounded by them, opened his mouth and subconsciously looked left and right, as if he wanted to find someone to say something, but he was suddenly slightly stunned, and for a long time, he raised his hand and wiped his ruddy eyes.

Li Yiqing's heart seemed to bloom like a gardenia.

From the first time she met in the martial arts hall at night, she was caught by the sword temperament of the young man, and now, this amazing is all revealed to everyone, and the girl's heart rises with pleasant and inexplicable satisfaction.

It was only at this time that she clearly knew how sincere and honest the boy was when he said, "I won't use stronger swordsmanship on you".

Now it's going bad.

But at the same time as seeing this sword, another more elusive emotion inexplicably flooded up from the bottom of my heart, and the bright gardenia seemed to be buried in the mist.

The seventeen-year-old girl was very unfamiliar with this feeling, and she looked down at her hand slightly blankly, only to feel that she was a little angry that the young man had been hiding the sword from telling her.

Zhang Junxue also stood up, in fact, the woman could sit on her own, but Shen Qi still supported her in the back.

The woman's gaze was stiff.

When she saw the young man stepping on Shang Huaitong's throat, the woman's body shook subconsciously, as if a person who was cold in winter had walked into the warm furnace room. And when the black sword completely fell to the ground and curled up with her arms curled up and wailed, the woman's teeth clenched tightly, although there was no movement, everyone felt the fierce and irrepressible emotion.

There were literally tears rolling down my eyes silently.

Even though she had long understood what the boy meant, this was the first time she had stood in the boy's shoes.

Yes, in his eyes, a bed bug like Shang Huaitong is not as good as half a finger of a friend. She could almost imagine that if she had stubbornly not apologized to him, he would grit his teeth and squeeze them out of his mouth before he could get up.

- "Zhang Junxue, let me tell you, why is he not important. ”

But after doing what she wants to do, women have always been able to gently echo all the opinions of others.

She never expected Pei Li to understand the "important" in her heart, in fact, her friend's anger and gaffe for her safety was a thing that made the woman feel warm and happy.

At this time, when she saw this scene, she untied the knot in her heart.

Zhang Junxue will never regret that she gave up everything and stood in the ring, even if her relatives and friends betrayed. But after the end, she was really entangled in her last death-like knife.

It's obviously completely hopeless, and you have to put on your own arm, the knife path of your future life, and make your friends angry and sad. The most important thing is that as Pei Ye said, if Sui Zaihua didn't block that blow, she would have lost her arm, and she would have completely lost the opportunity for revenge.

In the next six months, a year, five years, ten years, she absolutely, absolutely regretted this move.

But now looking at this scene and feeling the emotions that exploded in her heart, Zhang Junxue figured it out.

- If she hadn't swung that knife, it would have been impossible for her to be in a good mood at this time.

You have to really do something that you regret in order to prove that you are not self-defeating.

Zhang Junxue admits that she made mistakes and was impulsive, but even if she clearly knew the consequences and pros and cons, she would still swing that angry knife if she did it ten times or a hundred times.

This is a hurdle for women who must pay a price to overcome, but sometimes, friends will hold her tumbling body.

She looked at the cyan figure, and the young man was returning his sword to the sheath, looking this way.

Li Yiqing, Zhang Junxue, Yang Yan, Qi Zhaohua, Fang Jidao, and Zhang Dingyun The next moment they saw the excited smiles of their friends and the struggling arms waving, the young man's cold face melted into a happy smile.

Xu Sigong's clear voice finally surrounded the audience again, outside the Bafang martial arts field, hundreds of egrets flew through the sky, and one hundred and twenty red silks flew up from the stage at the same time, but they fell one after another, only the most central one swept the entire martial arts field and hit the huge golden ball hanging high in the center of the ring.

Unkempt unfolded.

Flower petals, colored satin, silver leaves and golden feathers, countless floating magnificence shrouded the entire ring, in the hysterical roar of 50,000 people, Xu Sigong's words forcefully penetrated everything, and inexorably entered everyone's ears:

"In the year of the lock scales, Bowang Jinqiu Wuxiu Dabi, the leader-"

"-Bong Huai Pei Li!!"

Again a wave of cheers drowned out everything.

(End of chapter)