Standing on a high place, the sun sprinkled warmly on Jiang Ming's body, but he couldn't feel a trace of warmth, that slender and poignant figure had already quietly sunk with his heart, even if he was standing in this ring at the moment, he was a little excited.

I'll throw in the towel......

He slowly raised his head and suddenly looked at it, the person in front of him was a little familiar, it should be called Peng Bo, when he signed up just now, he didn't hear it.

Jiang Ming suddenly smiled sadly, remembering that the woman was embarrassed by a group of people, so he went to help her out of the siege himself, took her hand, and walked through the layers of people.

Peng Bo couldn't help but feel a little angry in the face of his weirdness, and his tone was much heavier, "I'm Peng Bo, please advise!"

Looking at Jiang Ming, who had no reaction, as if full of contempt, Peng Bo's face changed, and he said in a deep voice: "That day, you made me lose face and became the laughing stock of all my senior brothers, I will not show mercy today!"

After speaking, a sword was swung out, and the long sword emitted a brilliant light and swept away.

That piece of light was reflected on Jiang Ming's indifferent face, and there was no trace of pain, and instead, his whole person was swallowed by the light for a long time!

The next moment, he fell out heavily, and the cheers from the audience came to his ears. No one will cheer for themselves, and no one will feel sorry for themselves.

It turned out that here, he was the only one left in the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Wang Qingshan slapped his thigh and asked, "Is this ...... Why does this Elder Li's disciple look wrong, lifeless!"

There was no sound around, no one answered, only a cold and beautiful woman with a slightly sad expression, and she had already guessed a few points.

At this time, Peng Bo was ecstatic in his heart, what about holding the divine weapon?

The dazzling light with the incomparable sword qi came in an instant, and hit Jiang Ming's abdomen again, under the huge force, he bent over, like a dead dog, and fell to the ground, only a slight amount of dust lingered around him.

Jiang Ming's face was already pale, he struggled to get up, and what caught his eye was a little bit of dried blood, but it was so dazzling on this green mountain table!

Whose blood is that?

Is it hers!

He raised his head blankly, looked around, and his body shook violently, and there were spots of blood in his eyes, little by little, one drop, like a miserable firework.

That poignant figure......

He was on the ground, and no one could see his distorted face and the redness that flashed in his eyes.

Why is it that a person who is so important to himself is different from others, and how can he bear to do it with his heart when he is so liked......

He seemed to be in the eternal ice and snow, full of coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and only the dust sword in his hand was hot and hot!

Suddenly, a yellow mang, with bursts of screams, slashed down from mid-air, terrifying, even though the opponent was very strange, but Peng Bo did not hesitate at all, his eyes were blazing, and the yellow light between his movements became more and more vigorous, slashing towards the poor man on the ground!

Jiang Ming Huo Ran raised his head, what kind of eyes were there, his eyes were red, extremely empty, and in the face of this overwhelming yellow mang, he couldn't see a trace of fear, but he just stretched out his hand slightly, grabbed the front dust sword, and went straight up.

At this moment, the entire ring was filled with a scorching feeling, and the disciples who were close to it couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the power was so great that everyone changed their faces.

"Boom", the dim and dull front dust pierced into the incomparable yellow mang, making a sound like thunder, deafening.

At the banquet, everyone couldn't understand why all of a sudden, a person had changed so much, from being slaughtered by others to a monstrous fighting spirit, only Yu Xinshuang frowned tightly and stared at the front tightly.

Peng Bo in mid-air faced the sudden resistance, gritted his teeth, the yellow mangs were incomparably bright, and the contrast with the dark and heavy dust was huge, but the long sword could not advance at all, so he had no choice but to accept the offensive and retreat.

In a fight, Peng Bo had already sensed that the other party's mental method was not profound, but in the face of the famous Qianchen Immortal Sword since this competition, he was careful everywhere.

I don't know when a breeze came, with a hint of heat, blowing Jiang Ming's hair, his face was slightly hideous, his eyes were faintly red, and Peng Bo, who was closest to him, trembled in his heart.

"Why are you bullying her too!"

Jiang Ming's voice was low and hoarse, Peng Bo was stunned for a while, thinking back to the events of that day, it was indeed his own frivolous words first, and he also stopped him from leaving, but during the battle at this time, he must not admit his mistake, so he forced himself to say: "Bullying is bullying, what can you do!"

The fairy sword of the front dust suddenly lit up, and the red light filled the sky, startling the air flow in all directions, and in the midst of that violent wind, a young man, looking up to the sky and roaring!

Peng Bo's heart was shocked, looking at the monstrous momentum in front of him, he actually gave birth to a trace of the idea of retreating, but when he thought of retreating like this, he would definitely be laughed at, and his heart was horizontal, and the yellow light of the long sword flashed, and he rushed forward against the sword in front of him.

Jiang Ming's body jumped into the air, and Chimang was like a giant snake that chose to devour people, spitting out a scarlet tongue, picking up a hot wind, and whistling away.

Everyone was shocked, they all thought that Jiang Ming had relied on the fairy sword in his hand to enter the finals, but now this momentum in his gestures would never be able to be played without the support of his profound heart.

Before the wind and thunder were in front of him, Peng Bo led the decision with one hand, and the long sword stood horizontally in front of him, condensing into a yellow barrier in a moment.

Peng Bo can stand out in the competition, and naturally he is not an ordinary person, this yellow barrier looks deep and strong, and there is a strange light flowing on it, and there are air vortices on it.

The front dust sword roared in, colliding with the yellow barrier, making a huge sound, and then the front dust sword red light continued to beat, and the intersection of the sword body and the barrier gradually spread a white mark, and then made a squeaky sound, seeing that this posture was about to break.

Peng Bo's face changed, and he quickly put away his long sword and dodged to the side. The unhindered Qianchen Sword suddenly moved forward and chased after him, and at this moment, the steaming heat came, which actually touched his mind, and a Shura scene suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, Xiao Suo, sad.

At this moment, the Qianchen Sword roared, rushed straight out, and the flickering red light swept by, hitting Peng Bo's chest, and flew out.

Jiang Ming let out a long roar, as if he had moved the Immortal Sword of the Former Dust, and suddenly chased after the figure that flew out upside down with unparalleled momentum, and the sound of breaking the sky was endless.

In the middle of the crisis, Peng Bo forcibly resisted the hot air that was coming, so as not to be disturbed again, and in mid-air, he suddenly flipped his body, and the long sword was horizontal, blocking the tip of the sword that stabbed at the front of the dust.

With the sound of "dang", the two swords collided, which could have defused the offensive in the future, but the Qianchen sword was against all resistance, stabbing forward vigorously, and it looked like it would not give up until the goal was achieved.

At this moment, Peng Bo was in pain, his whole body was suspended in the air, and he was pushed backwards quickly, his eyes flashed, and he saw that the person in front of him was expressionless, his eyes were numb, and he couldn't help but be frightened in his heart.

Between the lightning and flint, there was a sudden muffled sound, and he was heavily planted on the pillar of the ring, coughing up a mouthful of blood, not waiting to slow down, only to feel a heat coming, and subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand to block.

The red mangs of the Qianchen Sword flowed and quickly slashed downward, and after being blocked by Peng Bo, Jiang Ming raised Qianchen again, slashing away one sword after another, making a crisp sound.

Sword after sword!

Everyone was shocked, and everyone held their breath.

Under the continuous slashing of the sword in front of the dust, bursts of huge force came along the arm, and then entered the meridians, and the qi and blood surged continuously, and in a moment, with Peng Bo's muffled voice, the corners of his mouth were already overflowing with a trace of blood, and his hand holding the sword was gradually lowered with the continuous chopping, but he never dared to put it down, because the eyes of the person in front of him had no emotional fluctuations.

In the blink of an eye, Peng Bo's breathing had weakened, and the sword that was close to breaking was still held mechanically, the corners of his mouth were covered with blood foam from time to time, and his body trembled slightly.

Everyone was stunned, only Yu Xinshuang was expressionless, and said flatly: "Master Wang, Peng Bo is obviously powerless to resist, it is better to end this game here, so as not to add more casualties." ”

"Okay, okay!" Wang Qingshan suddenly reacted, and then seemed to remember something, looked at the sides with a smile, and said, "Jiang Ming won this game of Heart Cultivation Palace, do the two elders have any objections?"

"I have no objection. Wu Xiang said directly.

After a while, another elder named Zhang Zhiming said quite reluctantly: "No." It seems that this Peng Bo is his person, and he can only sigh that the disciple is not angry.

Wang Qingshan was still unaware of the situation on the field, so he was about to call a stop, but was stopped by Yu Chenshuang.

In an instant, a blue light traveled to the high platform, and in the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, it was actually embellished with the dome out of the sheath, and the slender five fingers and the sword trick came out, only to see the blue light coiling out, going directly towards Jiang Ming.

The red light on the Qianchen Sword was already weak, but at this time, it was like a resurrection, and it suddenly flickered, and it forced towards the blue light with teeth and claws, and the two were like two silk threads, intertwined with each other.

Yu Xinshuang frowned, she really didn't expect this anger to be so fierce, not only was she not afraid, but she pounced directly, and the blood-like red tide was slightly hot, with a manic aura, faintly stirring her mind.

She was surprised, her hand shook, and the firmament let out a clear sound, and the cold blue light was even more prevalent, and it was pressed down in an instant, and the light on the front dust sword seemed to be full of unwillingness, flashed twice, and finally dimmed.

All this happened in an instant, under the blue light reflection of the dotted sky, Jiang Ming's movements were suddenly stunned, only to feel a cold breath surging, the originally boiling manic blood, suddenly calmed down, he looked at Peng Bo who was dying in front of him in shock, and suddenly felt a weakness in his body, a painful look flashed on his face, and then his eyes turned dark, and he actually fell backwards.

Yu Xinshuang subconsciously stretched out her hand, she looked at Jiang Ming who was unconscious in her arms, her expression was complicated, and then she took a deep breath, and she didn't care about everyone's eyes, she rose up, accompanied by a clear blue light, and gradually disappeared.

At this time, everyone in the audience was stunned, obviously not relieving themselves.

The people in the banquet have been practicing for a long time, and their vision and experience are naturally not comparable to ordinary disciples, and they vaguely feel something, but they don't understand it after careful study.

Wu Xiang was surprised for a while, sighed, and said: "This former dust immortal sword is really powerful, and it is reasonable to stand out among these people, Peng Bo is not unjustly lost." ”

"Hmph! What a powerful match, I think it's very strange, don't you all feel a trace of murderous aura!" Zhang Zhiming looked angry, and his tone was a little heavier.

"Elder Zhang is angry, I'll just say it casually. Hehe, besides, isn't it normal for the two to compete and fight, even if there is murderous energy. It's not that your disciple has lost and has a grudge in his heart, in this case, it is naturally understandable for us to wait. ”

Wu Xiang, who is not good at speaking on weekdays, actually said that the head was the Tao, and the smile on the corner of his mouth all revealed the meaning of schadenfreude.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiming blew his beard angrily and glared, pointed to his hands, and said, "You...... You're using strong words!"

Seeing that the two were arguing, Wang Qingshan looked irritable, "Oh, don't quarrel anymore, I'll go to the Heart Cultivation Palace, and the two elders will be troubled by the rest of the matter." ”

After Wang Qingshan walked away, Wu Xiang and Zhang Zhiming both snorted coldly and looked aside.