Xie Yu looked around, and the husband was in charge.

Of the remaining Broken Sword Sect disciples, a few even showed desperate looks.

A disciple holding a mandarin duck knife half-knelt on the ground, looking at Xie Yin, as if he had seen the scene of Feilong trampling himself under his feet and torturing his body and soul all these years.

Nightmare, at this moment, like the flying dragon, is a nightmare that lingers in everyone's hearts!

......Shh ......Shh ......Shh

Suddenly, a rhythmic sound of sharpening knives resounded here, breaking the peace.

Everyone looked over and saw a short-haired man, who had been seriously sharpening his knife from the beginning to the present, sharpening the broken blade in his hand.

Knife Nine.

But he never likes others to call him this code name, he prefers others to call himself, Li Ding'an.

A son who does not regret a knife.

From the beginning, Li Dingan did not participate in this siege, and quietly sharpened his knife in the corner.

When the senior brothers were in infighting and arguing over who would take the "head", he was sharpening his knife.

When he was invited to thank him and surrounded by everyone, he was sharpening his knife.

When Xie Yu slaughtered the Quartet and defeated several brothers in a row, he was sharpening his knife.

This is a broken blade, and the blade of the knife has been cut by someone, and there is only a short section.

The blade is even more unpretentious, like a long-rusted color.

It's like the color of Li Ding'an's current body.

The bronze color was black, and the whole person was silent, seriously sharpening the broken blade in his hand.

"Lao Jiu, it's too noisy!"

It seemed that he was noisy by Li Ding'an's knife sharpening, and he was shocked by the domineering spirit before Xie Invitation, and the knife with his eyebrows all shaved walked in front of Li Ding'an, and scolded: "Still sharpening the knife? You have sharpened your knife for more than ten years and have not seen you dare to assassinate the flying dragon once, you have sharpened your knife for more than ten years, you have not seen you swing your knife and cut people, you have sharpened your knife for more than ten years, and I didn't see you go up to fight just now? Daojiu, you're a coward......"

Before the word "husband" in the mouth of the knife fifteen could be spoken, the whole person suddenly appeared all over the sky with spider silk.

A flash of sword light seemed to pierce the sky, from the bottom to the top, obliquely appeared in front of the knife fifteen.

This spatula is like a sip of spirits, which makes people intoxicated.

In the blink of an eye, the knife turned into a zongzi.

Knife fifteen, out!

I saw that the broken blade in Li Ding'an's hand was connected to a thick chain, one end was tied to the handle of the knife, and the other end was tied to his arm, and it was wrapped layer by layer.

The whole person and this broken blade are truly indistinguishable from each other.

Weird knives, weird people.

The sword light and sword shadow appeared, and the sword fifteen was just a blink of an eye, and it was defeated in Li Ding'an's sword.

As soon as Li Ding'an's whole person rotated, the knife momentum shrouded Dao Fifteen, and the knife mangs strangled the posture to make Dao Fifteen out of the game in an instant.

Li Dingan pulled the red mang after the knife was out of the game in one hand, and swallowed it when he opened his mouth, like a person who had been hungry for three days and three nights.

While devouring the red mang, the whole person bent down, and the broken blade in his hand was dragged to the ground under the drag of the iron chain, bringing out a series of sparks.

Li Dingan did not choose to swing the knife at Xie Ying, but waved the knife in his hand to his senior brothers.

Sharpen the knife Huo Huo to the senior brother!

The remaining disciples of the Broken Sword Sect did not expect that Li Ding'an, who had always had no sense of existence, would dare to swing the knife at him, and in the shadow of the invitation just now, the remaining nine people did not have much resistance.

The whole person seemed to be stunned.

"Daojiu, are you crazy?"

"Are you the first vein of the Broken Sword Gate or the first vein of the Aurora Ancient Fist Method?"

"Damn! Dao Jiu, you are hiding so deeply!

Suddenly, the knife flashed.

Li Ding'an is like a lone wolf running in the grassland, aiming at the prey is the most accurate fight, the broken blade locked by the chain is like setting off a storm in Li Ding'an's hands, and the broken blade slashes towards the remaining few people at various weird angles.

Where is this knife.

It's a flying sword!

One inch long, one inch strong, Li Ding'an's broken blade was tied in the chain, and within more than ten meters of Li Ding'an, his sword was shrouded.

On the one hand, the remaining disciples of the Broken Sword Sect experienced the fight just now, and their hearts were covered with a thick shadow.

On the other hand, it was Li Dingan who sharpened his knife for more than ten years and never drew his knife, and the extremely strange knife technique opposite everyone was slaughtered like cattle and sheep.

Li Ding'an's realm is also deeper than that of his brothers.

People are ruthless, and knives are fast.

Chop melons and chop vegetables.

These brothers and sisters often raised their knives to block, and their bodies were shocked, and the knives were taken off in Li Ding'an's hands, pulled by the iron chain, and slashed towards the neck and other fatal positions.

Rice dumplings wrapped in spider silk are formed.

A wisp of red light was taken down by Li Ding'an.

Li Ding'an's killing power is not inferior to Xie Yue.

However, in just two minutes, the eight remaining brothers were all out of the hands of Li Dingan.

And the last person left, standing with a long knife, looked at Li Ding'an, with a miserable smile: "Daojiu, you hide well, hide well!" ”

"More than ten years of sharpening knives, now Jiaolong goes to sea, Lao Jiu, I first congratulate you on spreading your wings and flying high in the elite center!"

"I want to slaughter the head of the flying dragon with my own hands, but it's a pity that our brothers and sisters are not as good as you combined, I didn't expect you to hide the deepest, the knife is the fastest, and the person is the most ruthless, good, good!"

"I won't bother you to bother with your efforts, take the invitation and give out your anger for the brothers."

"I'll go first, Dao Jiu!"

After this person finished speaking, he directly wiped his neck with a knife, and the little spider judged that the other party was out, and immediately tied it into zongzi.

Li Dingan stepped forward step by step and took the red mang.

From the beginning to the present, Li Dingan finally spoke and said the first sentence.

"I'm not called Daojiu, I'm called ......"

"Li Ding'an!"

Whoa!

Li Ding'an waved the chain in his hand at Xie Yin, and the long chain, with a straight broken blade, flew towards Xie Yin.

Xie Yu remained silent, allowing the broken blade to fall to his nose, and the knife cut off a few strands of his long hair.

Between the two of them is a straight chain, the broken blade and the length of the chain are not enough, and they are only a finger's distance from Xie Yue.

"Why didn't you just make a move?"

"With you doing it for me, what will I do?" Xie Yu put on a posture of "please", "Defeat you, isn't what you gained just now all mine?" ”

On the foreheads of the two of them, the red rays at this time had been condensed, and they were only one step away from the full moon.

The red mangs absorbed by the two of them have already exceeded a thousand!

The fiercest dragon and tiger fight is about to begin!

……

When Xie Yu and Li Ding'an were preparing to fight, the entire Red Moon Small Rift had already started a battle that was a hundred times more cruel than before.

The red moon receded, and the symbiotes were hidden, leaving only the trainees fighting each other.

Even the classmates who were still hooking their shoulders on their front feet were already fighting together with their back feet.

What is competing for is the red mang that everyone absorbed before, the red mang that has no negative energy at all, and the red mang that can be infinitely improved.

In each other's eyes, it is chance and treasure.

In less than thirty minutes, most of the candidates who were originally close to 6,000 disappeared directly.

In the entire small rift of the Red Moon, the remaining candidates, less than two thousand, are all brave and good at fighting.

On average, each person absorbs at least 200 wisps of red mang.

The most tragic battle has begun.