Except for those who were concentrating on their own affairs, no cultivator would not fail to pay attention to the peak duel between two world-class martial arts cultivators.

Lu Ping and Qi Weibian, neither of them were people who would go head-to-head with other cultivators, but this time they both knew that if they wanted to kill each other, a head-on battle was the most direct and fastest way.

Whether it is Wu Qingqian, who has his worries written on his face, or Guan Zhiyao, who is looking at the battle situation with an expressionless face, but the hand holding the sword is already clenched, or he has transformed the thousand machines into a crossbow form, and he has asked for an ice bullet from the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and is aiming at Lu Linxi there, the whole body and mind will be drawn by the changes in the battle situation in an instant.

They all wanted to contribute to the battle between the two, but they all knew in their hearts that with their current state, it was impossible to have any impact on the battle between the two.

Lu Ping's fingers were no more than two inches away from Qi Weibian's eyebrows.

The broken wooden handle in Qi Weibian's hand also forced a crack in the linen cloth.

Victory or defeat will be decided at any time.

However, there are always some people who will do things that are out of place, such as Feng Wuxuan, who had just been discussing softly with the Northern Meditation Cultivator for a long time, had already stood up at this time and looked at Song Cihe, who was watching the battle.

The previous discussion between him and the Northern Meditation Cultivator was not a casual chat, but he still made a certain analysis of the current situation...... Maybe so.

But at least there was one thing, and both he and the Northern Meditation Cultivator thought they should try it.

Song Cihe was seriously injured first.

According to Lu Linxi's words, this master of the Underworld Gate is the core person who controls the business of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain in the human world, and no one in the Underworld Sect has been able to do it as easily as he is. Lu Ping will definitely not let Song Cihe die, Qi Weibian should not be too embarrassed Song Cihe, of course they are not good to kill Song Cihe directly, but it is always a risk to let him continue to stay here intact.

His feather dart was used to deal with Song Cihe, which was very suitable.

So now, Feng Wuxuan was different on the surface, but he was actually ready to shoot a feather dart, and he was confident that his shot would be absolutely hidden, and he would definitely be able to make Song Cihe fall down obediently by surprise.

But the moment before he made a move, he suddenly saw Song Cihe have an extra smile on his face.

Song Cihe's face has always been annoying, and he is kind and kind, but now, this smile that should be warm has a strange sense of coldness, as if a person who has been longing for something for a long time has finally got what he wants, so he is a little crazy.

Feng Wuxuan suddenly shuddered, and then felt that his hands were a little soft.

But he didn't think he was a person who would be afraid of Song Cihe, when he was a snitch in his early years, he was close to the first dangerous person in Ouchi - Cao Renjie and Cao's father-in-law were fifty feet around, and Song Cihe was harmless to humans and animals compared to the chief of Ouchi.

And when his feet also went soft, he thought of a possibility, and hurriedly looked at Bei Mingxiu, who was already seriously injured and difficult to get up, lying on a rock, and after seeing Bei Mingxiu's slight bow with a wry smile at him, he scolded his mother in his heart, and then the whole person fell to the ground.

Unconsciously, he was actually hit by some kind of drug, this kind of drug was different from the liquid medicine on his feather dart, he could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his body stopped flowing in an instant, and his whole body soon lost any strength.

Colorless and tasteless, but the medicinal effect is so strong, and it can also retain the complete consciousness of the recruiter, this medicine is a bit interesting, maybe it shouldn't be considered a drug, but a poison...... No, this must be poison.

If it was you who had this poison, how good would it be, and it should be able to be used on the feather dart...... It's a pity that daydreams can be done, and now it's himself who has fallen victim to this poison.

Feng Wuxuan thought with a wry smile, wanting to turn his head to see the situation of the others, but his gaze could only stop in the direction of Song Cihe.

At this moment, he heard the sound of something falling, followed by a muffled sound, and Feng Wuxuan quickly judged that it was the friend of the family owner who used a strange stick to fall.

After a while, the crisp sound of a long sword falling to the ground came, and he didn't have to think about it to know that Guan Zhiyao could only fall, but the sound of him falling to the ground was indeed light, worthy of his previous heroic posture of looking at death as home.

However, Wu Qingqian's scolding also came at this time, which made his scalp a little numb - if he could still feel the touch of his scalp.

"Song Cihe, what are you doing!"

After shouting this sentence, Wu Qingqian no longer had any strength to move, so he could only stare at Song Cihe with eyes full of anger, eager to eat him alive.

Song Cihe looked happy at this time, showed Wu Qingqian the small medicine bottle in his hand, and replied, "I'm poisoning." ”

His answer was very casual, as if he was casually talking about his current actions to his friends, and the last word Ah was even more frivolous.

"You don't know, I've always been the head of the gate?"

Song Cihe smiled happily, gradually moving his gaze to the battlefield, and his smile became more and more pleasant: "But to be precise, I am the one who wants to become the head of the sect." ”

With his words, the two figures on the other side also collapsed, and in the entire mountain forest, he was the only one left standing.

Song Cihe shook the folding fan lightly and shouted at that place: "Are the two of you satisfied with the taste of this 'drunken autumn wind'?"

......

Lu Ping's fingers could no longer point at Qi Weibian's eyebrows, and the wooden handle in Qi Weibian's hand also fell.

No matter how fierce the confrontation between the two was just now, now they could only lose all their strength under the medicinal power of the drunken autumn wind.

But that's not the worst of it.

Originally, the fight between the two had reached the point of life and death, and the spiritual power of the meridians in both sides was circulating at full speed, but the drunken autumn wind released by Song Cihe directly suppressed their spiritual power, and part of the uncontrollable spiritual power ran wildly in the bodies of the two, and suddenly the two of them were shocked away by the circulating spiritual power, and they were both seriously injured internally, and they no longer had the ability to resist for a while.

Lu Ping coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and his tone was still majestic: "Song Cihe, do you want to rebel?"

When Qi Weibian was still dealing with Guan Zhiyao with Wu Qingqian, he found Song Cihe, as a pawn buried in Qi Weibian's camp, but now it seems that he understands Song Cihe's ability, but underestimates his ambition.

Song Cihe still had a kind smile on his face, and said, "Rebellion? I'm actively practicing the Yellow Spring of the Eight Gates of our Ghost Domain." ”

Lu Ping said coldly: "I said, I'm still alive, and stepping on the Yellow Spring has long ended." ”

Song Cihe shook his head and said, "You forgot, at your funeral, several of our sect masters decided to step on the implementation of the Yellow Spring together, and you didn't jump out to stop it." ”

At that time, the position of the head of the gate was vacant, and everyone agreed. Song Cihe looked around and said with a smile, "Since the seat of the head of the gate is vacant, why can't I sit there?"

His words were echoed with a scornful snort.

The cold snort came from Wu Qingqian's lips, which were still slightly upturned.

"I know that my cultivation talent ends here, and it will be extremely difficult to go any further, any of you can kill me casually, and you will all treat me as an object that can be pinched to death at any time. Even when I first started to set foot in the Yellow Spring, none of you regarded me as a candidate to compete for the head of the sect. ”

Song Cihe said as he walked towards Wu Qingqian, reached out and pinched her face, and kneaded it twice vigorously, as if he was kneading the dough.

Feeling the soft touch on his hand and Wu Qingqian's murderous gaze, Song Cihe's heart was even more happy, and a little madness appeared on his face.

Wu Qingqian, the ever-changing master of the Night Pyloric Sect, is now just a plaything that he can play with wantonly.

Song Cihe looked at Wu Qingqian's unwilling expression condescendingly, and felt even more happy, and said, "You have never looked at me squarely, have you ever regretted it now?"

Wu Qingqian gritted his teeth and said, "I will only use these dirty methods." ”

"People like us, shouldn't we use dirty means?" Song Cihe asked with a sneer, reaching out and slapping Wu Qingqian's face, he was a member of the Fa Sect, and his strength was no different from ordinary people, but he still hit Wu Qingqian's cheeks were swollen.

He looked at Wu Qingqian coldly, and the smile on his face had a little more evil taste: "More dirty things, do you want to see it?"