"Ah!!h

With a scream, the battle in the field was quickly decided.

I saw an arm holding a sword flying high, a string of blood flowers flying, and a tall and thin figure took the lead in flying out and falling to the ground.

Fan!

This outstanding disciple from the Snow Flower Sword Sect was pale at the moment, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he gritted his teeth tightly and prevented himself from screaming.

He hugged his right arm and connected three big points to stop the bleeding.

Glancing at the three people who were still fighting in the field, he knew that he was the first to go out, and the outcome of this game had nothing to do with him.

A swordsman who lost his own hand holding a sword.

Is he still a swordsman?

What kind of left-handed sword, in addition to the natural left-handed, there are a few people in the world who can abandon their right hand and practice the left-handed sword.

Fan Fan looked at his broken arm on the stage, his eyes gloomy.

Offstage, the Great Elder of the Snow Flower Sword Sect, Yutai also sighed tomorrow.

Three to one, someone broke his arm, and his skills are not as good as others.

If he makes another move, he will be a little too much to say, others will definitely stop him, and if the Wuyue Sword Sect does not speak, it does not mean that they are blind.

He was about to call Fan Fan down, but when he saw the center of the fighting field, a sword qi didn't know if it was going in the wrong direction, and it shot directly through Fan Fan's chest.

Fan Fan's eyes widened, and the blood in his mouth poured out without money.

"Ahem......"

He tried to say something, but blood poured out, and his voice turned into a few coughs.

Bang!

Fan Fan's body fell directly, and the blood slowly spread out of the ring and flowed out of the stage.

Three days of fighting in the ring.

He was the first person to die on stage.

But definitely not the last.

Disheveled!

The sword qi turmoil in the center of the field dispersed directly, and only two figures were still standing.

One of them gripped his sword and smiled bitterly, while the other was empty-handed and indifferent.

Empty-handed is Nanaya, because his sword is already stuck in another person.

I saw that above the head of the figure who fell to the ground, there was only one hilt left, and a long sword actually plunged straight into his body from his Baihui acupoint, directly extinguishing all his vitality.

His eyes widened in disbelief as if he was dying.

Man will conquer the sky, and he will not overcome himself after all.

Worship the Sword Pavilion, Xu Yu, fall!

Qiye put his hands behind his back and said lightly towards the last person:

"Are you going to go by yourself, or am I going to send you away?"

Meng Tianran of the Sunset Sword Sect took two steps back, bowed slightly towards Qiye, and said:

"Thank you for giving me this last bit of decency, but I still want to give it a try. ”

"The Gate of Heaven, open!"

He didn't talk nonsense, and a mysterious portal above his head was faintly opened.

Open the Gate of Heaven.

Fight to the death!

"Don't!"

Offstage.

Meng Yihao's face changed greatly, and a long river phantom behind him condensed and formed, and the momentum swept the audience in an instant, and he was about to come to the stage to stop it.

But a sword stopped him.

"In the ring, life and death are fateful, Master Meng, do you want to break the rules?"

In front of Meng Yihao, a white-haired old man said leisurely.

"He's lost, we're throwing in the towel!"

Meng Yihao gritted his teeth and said.

The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "I have not admitted defeat, and this battle is not over." ”

"You want to kill me?!"

Meng Yihao said with a hateful expression.

"Since you are in the ring, you should have this preparation, or does Master Meng want to have a fight with our Wuyue Sword Sect here?"

The white-haired old man and the old god are in the way.

Dute has been waiting for three days, and finally sees the bloodshed, so if you can stop it, they won't have to mess around.

I've done a battle with the Wuyue Sword Sect here, but as long as there is no problem with the brain, they will not have this idea.

Meng Yihao had no choice but to nod hatefully: "Okay, I remember you." ”

The white-haired old man shook his head slightly.

The fury of the incompetent.

If the Wuyue Sword Sect was so frightened, they wouldn't have to mess around the rivers and lakes in the future, but he remembered this surnamed Meng.

Dare to disturb the rules of their Wuyue Sword Sect, really when they don't have enough swords?

Without Meng Yihao's interference, Meng Tianran's Heavenly Gate on the stage had been completely summoned.

Qiye didn't make a move, because he could see that Meng Tianran didn't want to fight with him, he wanted to take advantage of this last opportunity to break through.

This is also his only chance at the moment.

Breakthrough, raw.

Failure, death.

Naturally, he didn't know that even if he broke through, there was a high probability that he would not survive.

Since Seven Nights said that he would kill someone, he would not break his word.

It's no more than tea time.

The heavenly portal disappeared, and Meng Tiantian's long sword was pestle, and the blood and qi on his face had been drained, and he was as pale as snow at the moment.

He smiled slightly bitterly: "After all, it won't work." ”

Bang dang!

The long sword landed, and Meng Tianran fell on his back, closing his eyes permanently.

"Dad, I'm sorry......"

"Ran!"

Meng Yihao burst into tears, and recalled in his mind what Meng Tianran said to him when he went out:

"Dad, is the Heavenly Sword really that important? Without the Heavenly Sword, can't our Sunset Sword Sect become strong?"

It wasn't until after the loss that he knew how the Heavenly Sword could compare to his own son.

"Ran'er, I will definitely avenge you!"

He quickly gathered his spirits and looked at the white-haired old man who stopped in front of him with an expressionless face:

"My son is dead, do you want to stop me?"

The white-haired old man turned sideways.

Meng Yihao came to the stage and hugged Meng Tianran's body, and when he was about to get off the stage, he looked at Qiye and said:

"Pray, boy. ”

Kill him, and pay it back with a full door!

Qiye didn't lift his eyelids, and he wasn't frightened at all.

is this court, otherwise he really has to send him down and let their father and son reunite neatly.

As for the bodies of the other two disciples, they were also taken down by various sects.

They are not as sad as Meng Yihao, after all, it is not them who killed their son.

It's just that he secretly hates this swordsman named Xu Wu.

Without any background, he dared to offend their three major sword sects at once, and he really didn't know how the dead word was written.

Just wait to go down......

Without the restraint of the Wuyue Sword Sect, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, he couldn't stop them!

The white-haired old man did not return to his seat, but walked on stage and made a cameo appearance as the host:

"In this battle, Xu Wusheng wins!"

"But there is still someone who wants to challenge him? If not, today's challenge can be ended early, and the sixth sword will be his. ”