The fierce battle between the two on the martial arts arena aroused the onlookers of many sect disciples.

Many people are very curious about who dares to have an argument with Liu Niantong.

Seeing that it was a new disciple aroused everyone's interest even more.

Liu Niantong's ruthlessness is well-known among the sects.

Many people were injured under Liu Niantong's hands, and they could only suffer because of the strength of the other party.

The two people on the field come and go, and there are only hooks and shadows in the space, and the sword aura is like a rainbow, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

Liu Niantong's ruthless way is decisive and extraordinary. The long hook in his hand brought a gust of wind, and every attack showed indomitability.

Ruan Ruan waved the butterfly dance sword, which was full of brilliance, like a surging river, endlessly.

There were more and more crowds of onlookers, and many people came to hear the news and have a special look at the fierce fight.

Song Ke and the others were a little anxious, and they couldn't intervene to help, and they didn't dare to break the rules in front of everyone.

It's just that against a new disciple, Liu Niantong has not yet shown a defeat under Liu Niantong's repeated attacks, which is completely inconsistent with their previous expectations.

"Stand aside, if you don't want to die, stay away. Song Ke saw the crowd surging and began to maintain order.

He was dissatisfied in his heart, and he could only take his temper out on others.

Human curiosity is so strange.

The more I don't let me see it, the more itchy it becomes.

The crowd not only watched, but also kept pointing and pointing.

"This newcomer is so fierce, he can collide head-on with Senior Brother Liu and hold on for so long. Someone stroked his hands and sighed.

"Senior Brother Liu is fierce and fierce, and it seems that he has not used all his strength, presumably he has a back hand. "Some people boast of their brilliant vision, and they do not hesitate to praise them.

"I think the newcomer is just a mortal soldier in his hand, so he shouldn't be so shabby. There were also careful people who found the weapon in Ruan Ruan's hand and raised a voice of doubt.

Liu Niantong heard everyone's discussions, and the long hook attacked in a round, wanting to solve it quickly.

It occupies the advantage of cultivation, and the magic weapon in his hand is far superior to the other party, if he is entangled for too long, he will inevitably be despised.

Ruan Ruan was not in a hurry to see the move, and the butterfly dance sword in his hand indulged in it, not allowing the long hook to have a chance to break through the defense line.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought to hundreds of moves.

Liu Niantong's ruthless way, when he encountered the other party's affectionate swordsmanship, it was like a dragon boat, caught in the ocean.

The surrounding water waves are calm, seemingly unfrightening, but endless, and the shore is not visible.

The power released by the long hook was gradually absorbed by the opponent's sword intent, and the swing was not as agile as before.

Liu Niantong was a little uncomfortable with this feeling, he attacked violently, and he couldn't attack at all, and there was a kind of sluggishness and slackness that he couldn't force.

The crowd around him seemed to be looking at him with a questioning gaze, which made Liu Niantong feel irritable.

A phantom of the waning moon appeared on Liu Niantong's forehead, which was the essence of his Taoist intentions, and it was also his strongest killing move.

The waning moon is like a hook and parting in the air.

The long hook in Liu Niantong's hand turned into a waning moon and hung upside down in the air. The bleak moon shadow, like a mournful music, played the pain of parting.

Where there is a reunion, there is a parting.

The happy time is always short, but the taste of parting is in my heart.

The waning moon in the sky stares coldly at the warmth and coldness of the world. High above, indifferent and cold.

The Tao is ruthless but affectionate, amorous and empty hatred since ancient times.

The waning moon is cold, which is to cut off the grievances of the world, and many kinds of things in the world are all karmic obstacles born in the heart.

Ruthlessness is also a type of emotion, but it is more transcendent.

Cut off three thousand troubles, and there was only one person on the avenue.

Liu Niantong's Tao is to override other avenues and use parting to preach.

The brilliance of the waning moon, with boundless loneliness, is lonely and desolate, like a cold winter.

The world has completely lost its color in Liu Niantong's eyes, and only black and white are distinct.

Black is death, white is life.

All that is left for the opponent is darkness and boundlessness, and only oneself enjoys the light on the avenue.

The space is full of sadness, as if the misfortunes of the world are condensed in it.

The pain of parting is heart-wrenching.

The huge waning moon, projecting a breath of silence, turned into a cold blade, to cut off the return of the red dust.

An incomparably tyrannical storm, gathering the restlessness of the elements of heaven and earth, whistled through.

Ruan Ruan's eyes were clear, and the emotional lines on the butterfly dance sword also bloomed with dazzling brilliance, containing a heavy red dust love, forming a colorful sword shadow.

Two huge lights and shadows collided together, and the white light within dozens of zhang was dazzling, making it impossible to look directly.

Boom, boom, boom.

Like two monstrous waves, bombarding each other continuously.

The surrounding people were pushed back by the fluctuations of energy, and they couldn't help but retreat until they withdrew from the range of the storm.

The grass, trees and rocks in a radius of dozens of zhang were all turned into powder, and in the center of the energy impact, two figures loomed.

The storm gradually subsided, and the scene in front of me returned to normal.

The tiger's mouth in Liu Niantong's right hand was completely cracked, and large drops of blood gushed out, forming a poignant pattern on the ground.

"Senior Brother Liu seems to be injured. Someone whispered.

"The kid on the other side doesn't seem to be much better, and you can see that there is a wound on his chest. "There are sharp-eyed people who have observed Ruan's soft situation.

"This time it's a head-to-head clash and the two are tied?" Others speculated about the outcome of the match.

Liu Niantong's expression was complicated, and a chill rose in his heart.

The fight between the two does not seem to be bargaining.

But the magic weapon in his hand is genuine, and what the other party is holding is just a non-advanced weapon, and in this direct confrontation, he has not been able to crush it.

If this person is holding the same magic weapon, then the injuries he suffers will not be as simple as a crack in the tiger's mouth.

The scar on the other party's chest was only a tear on the outer clothes, and the other party's body was not harmed.

This kid who has just entered the sect is definitely not as simple as he seems on the surface.

Liu Niantong held the right hand of the long hook, and hesitated, not knowing whether he should continue to attack.

"Brother Liu was a step ahead and won the competition. Song Ke shouted beside him.

The group of disciples brought by Liu Niantong also shouted with Song Ke.

"Senior Brother Liu is powerful and powerful, and he is actually the first person in the sect. A person behind Song Ke said flatteringly.

"Of course, Senior Brother Liu won, if it weren't for Senior Brother Liu's mercy, the kid on the other side would have died a long time ago. ”

These are all people who took out the domain stone to support Liu Niantong's gambling contract, and shouted happily around Liu Niantong.

Liu Niantong was silent, obviously agreeing with these people's statements.

"This competition is not completely over, you have to make a noise. Yuqing exclaimed angrily.

Yuqing understood in her heart that Ruan Ruan didn't even use the Xinghang Sword, how could she lose.

In order to win the domain stone, these people do not hesitate to reverse black and white, which is really a raccoon dog.

Yuqing's opening was not ignored by Song Ke and the others.

The onlookers also shook their heads, they knew that Liu Niantong and his group were confused. Even if they rely on the strength of the crowd to forcibly distort the facts, no one dares to stand up and make accusations.

Yuqing's little face was flushed with anger, it was the first time she had seen such a shameless person.

"It's shameless, you're still a man, have you given your conscience to the dog. Yuqing was emotional and spoke mercilessly.

"Little girl, I see you're getting impatient. "Song Ke has a fiery temper, how can he endure the rudeness of a low-level monk to himself.

Song Ke's eyes widened, and Pu fanned his big palm, and he fanned it towards Yuqing.

It's just a little girl in the early days of the Yuan Infant, and she dares to speak disrespectfully to herself, and she doesn't know where the courage comes from.

Song Ke is tall and has long arms, and this palm carries a heavy palm wind, if it hits Yuqing, I am afraid that it will not die immediately.

Yuqing's realm is far inferior to the other party, and she can't avoid it at all, her little face turned pale, but the stubbornness in her eyes remained the same.

Shui Yunxi and Wu Changli didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant, and they would do it directly if they didn't agree.

Their realm is limited, and they don't have time to make a move, so they can only watch Song Ke's big palm fall on Yuqing's body.

Syllable.

A slap in the face rang out.

Song Ke's body flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

A clear palm print appeared on his face, and a mouth full of teeth had fallen out of the way.

Who is it!

If you dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu, you have to cramp and skin him.

Song Ke's eyes were full of gold stars, and this slap came suddenly, making him a little foggy.

He struggled to get up from the ground, and a delicate face appeared in front of him.

Ruan Ruan squatted down and looked at him coldly, with a chill in his eyes.

"Say, what kind of death do you choose? ”