The waning moon floats boundlessly in the western sky, the thin stratus clouds bear below, as if sleepy and sometimes cover up and no longer deliberately cover the moonlight, the night gradually becomes brighter, the breeze slowly blows open the lake, the microwave sparkling light, the shore is mixed with the sonorous sound of heavy armor rubbing, the noise within a hundred steps of the dragon has disappeared at this moment, groups of guards continue to salvage a human body from the lake, and I don't know whether it is dead or alive, the fire of the eight rows of low buildings is restored as before, and the traces of people from the promenade to the pontoon bridge are finally emptied; , those who have participated in such a chaotic brawl will definitely be disqualified.

"Where's your clothes?"

A guard with a knife walked into a row room, and looked at the panicked martial artist with a sour face, constantly rummaging through the inch-sized row room for the martial arts clothes he had been distributed.

"I... The little one didn't know! Fang was still asleep in his clothes, and he heard the noise outside, and when he got up, he found that his upper body was naked, and the big one! The little one really didn't take advantage of the chaos to participate in the brawl!" The burly martial artist could only cry like a village woman at this time, only hating himself for sleeping too hard, and when he was stripped of his clothes, he didn't know it, and now if he was convicted of group beating, he would not only miss the qualification for the competition, but even drag him out and get a few big boards.

The guard saw it in his eyes, the corners of his mouth moved a little, and after thinking for a while, he still motioned to the people who were traveling behind him to take the martial artist away.

"I'm not leaving! I'm wronged!" The martial artist was close to the corner of the wall and began to play a scoundrel's deed, "I said everything, I didn't get out of the house to fight, why did you take me out!"

"Poof!"

A cold light flashed, and the cold touch from his neck calmed down the martial artist a lot, although he gave up resistance due to the prestige of the government, he still muttered three words in his mouth, 'I am wronged!'

The guard put away his sword, watched the martial artist being taken out of the dragon for a hundred steps, sneered and said, "I can't even look at my own clothes, can I stay here and continue to die?" and then stepped into another room.

On the other hand, in the room where Lu Qiming was, a guard was standing in front of the room with his head bowed, with a very pious attitude of waiting for orders, and he did not dare to disturb Lu Qiming, who was bandaging his wounds in the room.

"How? have you caught the attacker?" Lu Qiming repeatedly confirmed by candlelight whether the wound was coated with medicine, and then carefully let his men bandage it.

"Hui Lu Gongzi~ I haven't found it yet!but..."

"But what?"

"However, it has been ascertained that the torch was pulled down to the lake by successive silk threads, and the silk threads are the textiles of this competition.

"That's it! How can ordinary people use their own clothes as their hands and feet, even if they are caught, I'm afraid they will be scapegoats! I'm going to rest, you go to clean up the aftermath!" Lu Qiming waved his hand, he was still young, he frowned like his father, and squeezed his eyebrows to make a tired gesture.

"Yes!" the guard secretly rejoiced that the powerful little lady did not embarrass himself, and hurriedly turned to leave.

"Who could it be?" Lu Qiming thought about it and looked up at the central main hall where the dragon walked a hundred steps, looking at the candlelight reflected in the window, his eyes were obviously full of longing...

At this moment, the fifth floor of the main hall has long been dilapidated, the broken porcelain and residual wood are clearly visible, the windows of the four sides are open in vain, and the evening breeze crosses through; Wei Guiqi and Yan Siqiu are standing opposite each other in the center of the main hall, the two of them are facing each other, Wei Guiqi is still biting the dagger and grinning with a smile, his hands are pinned behind him from beginning to end, and sometimes he touches the position of the brush in his sleeve to ensure that it is still there.

On the other hand, Yan Siqiu was much calmer than at first, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the ups and downs in his chest could be seen that he couldn't use his physical strength, but he pretended to be calm on the surface, and he didn't use his mouth to pretend to breathe evenly, relying on his own strength, Yan Siqiu waved the sidecar in his hand for an hour, which is rare in the world today, but it's a pity that Wei Guiqi's pace is too weird, no matter how Yan Siqiu accelerates the attack, he can always be cleverly dodged by Wei Guiqi.

"Senior Wei~ If you ascend to the position of the chief of the ghost city by dragging others to death and then committing murder, I think it is really a victory, right?" Yan Siqiu changed from holding one hand to two hands, and the tip of the knife was pointed at Wei Guiqi and wanted to attack again.

Wei Gui's evil smile became more and more arrogant, the dagger never launched an attack in his mouth, the advantage of this is to let the other party retain a trace of defensive strength, so that his situation is not so dangerous, in the face of Yan Siqiu's questioning, Wei Guiqi did not answer a word, when the strength is not good, disturbing the other party's mood is also a hidden interference.

Yan Siqiu looked at Wei Guiqi's smile, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became, in his opinion, Wei Guiqi was not only playing with himself, but also had a trace of vain appearance, and his heart slowly turned from reverence to hatred.

"Wei Guiqi~ In Yan's opinion, you are not worthy of seeing my master!" After a light snort, Yan Siqiu's figure disappeared in place in an instant, and when the sound of breaking the air reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Wei Guiqi, "Wei Guiqi, suffer death!"

The sword light suddenly appeared, and a sense of oppression suddenly appeared around Wei Guiqi, this was not the imprisonment caused by Yan Siqiu's secret release of internal force, but the strength field produced by the swordsman's extreme practice, just like the killing intent emitted by the killer, ordinary people will be shocked when they feel it, and the swordsman's domain is like an eagle falcon above shallow water, no matter how flexible the fish is, they want to escape.

Seeing that the blade continued to fall downward, the candle smoke floating in the air was instantly agitated by this force, and the air seemed to have a burning smell, facing the 'glimmer of heaven' that appeared in the pupils, Wei Guiqi slowly put away his smile, and his right hand behind him kept turning the brush and waiting for this moment.

"Tai bones are in vain and brute muscles, it is better to dagger Yi Shui Han~ Yan Siqiu! Your name is worthy of the old man's memory, but for taking people's lives, you... It's not as good as the old man!"

"Boom!"

The sound of cracking from the fifth floor of the main hall to the first floor, and then down, a huge wave of regression surged up from the bottom of the lake, and the impact spread sharply to the bottom of the main hall and then spread sharply around, and the whole dragon walked a hundred steps in an instant, but no one dared to go out of the room to find out, and they each secretly leaned on the window to look at the central main hall, guessing what was happening.

"Does your bell jar still work?"

A scene on the fifth floor of the main hall, if it is seen by outsiders, it must not be possible to see the clues, only to see Yan Siqiu empty-handed, bowed and standing in the center of the main hall, Wei Guiqi was behind him, stepping on Yan Siqiu's waist socket, holding a brush over his shoulder against Yan Siqiu's front neck, the dagger in his mouth was close to Yan Siqiu's back neck vertebrae, both of them did not move at the moment, they were waiting for the other party to signal the lower part of the action.

"Eh~ Senior Wei, saliva is dripping on my neck~" Yan Siqiu said lightly after a while.

"Are you convinced?" Wei Gui said inarticulately, and sucked in by the way, "Slip~"

"Convinced!

The playful dialogue between the two spread to the upper and lower floors, all of which made people confused, and the woman who played the guqin beckoned to Wei Guiqi through the gap in the wooden plank, as if she was happy with Wei Guiqi's victory from the bottom of her heart.

Wei Gui spat out the dagger in his mouth, ignored the woman downstairs, jumped off Yan Siqiu's body and loosened his shoulders, pointed to the top and asked, "Wei can only go upstairs, can't leave, right?"

"Hmm~" Yan Siqiu made a gesture of invitation and nodded.

Although this confrontation is not allowed to fight with internal force, Yan Siqiu still loses, because the life gate he has practiced is at the right neck, which is the acupuncture point blocked by Wei Guiqi with a brush, although he doesn't know how to be seen through, but Yan Siqiu himself understands that as long as the life gate is lightly pressed by Wei Guiqi, the eight veins and twelve meridians will stop turning inward, and his shield will be self-defeating, and the dagger against the back of the neck vertebrae behind him can easily paralyze his whole body, no different from the living dead...

"Yan still doesn't understand, how did Senior Wei see through where my life is, and still be able to easily escape from the Sword Domain below?" Yan Siqiu couldn't help but ask Wei Gui, who was on the stairs.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Wei Guiqi's mouth, "Let's go to the bottom of the lake and pick up your knife first!" and then strode up to the sixth floor.