"Presumptuous!"

"You are responsible for your actions!"

Instantly pulled out the splendid knife on his waist, the knife light flashed, and the dazzling knife light hit everyone's faces, and everyone present only felt that the killing intent was coming, and their cheeks were shaved painfully.

"Ding!"

The swords intersected, and the bright sparks splashed, although in the daytime, the sparks were not dazzling, but they still let everyone see clearly.

The splendid sword viciously blocked the swordsman's must-kill sword.

That sword, the sword qi was mixed with a strong killing intent, and it came straight to the head.

It's a pity that the splendid knife that symbolizes the rights and honor of Ningguo happened to stop above the head.

The swordsman could not advance an inch, holding the sword with both hands, the swordsman shouted angrily, and the powerful sword pressed down.

At the same time, Wang Cheng's iron fist set off a whistling fist wind and hit head-on.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Die!"

As soon as the words fell, the other palm slapped out quickly.

Baihu beat slowly and quickly, and at the last moment, he slapped Wang Cheng's chest hard.

Wang Cheng's fist failed to hurt Baihu in the slightest. Instead, he was hurt by hundreds of households!

"Poof!"

The huge force collided with Wang Cheng's body, the qi and blood surged, his throat was slightly sweet, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out.

"Stampede... Stride, stomp..."

Wang Cheng's figure retreated again and again, until he retreated to the disciples of the Wuji Holy Sect, and he did not stop.

The disciples immediately stepped forward to support Wang Cheng, which made Wang Cheng stop his figure.

"Fatty!"

Song Zhong exclaimed in surprise and immediately drew his sword and retreated.

The swordsman's star-deep eyes were filled with anger.

"Brother... I... I'm fine... Put... Heart..."

Wang Cheng smiled, his white teeth stained with blood.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."Wang Cheng sat on the ground dejectedly and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the gap between a second-rate martial artist and a first-class master is still too big. ”

Song Zhong's expression softened slightly, and said, "Pay attention to your body, I'll clean up this guy." ”

"The mayfly shakes the tree!"

The head of the mirror Si Baihu brandished the splendid knife and cut it down with one sword.

Song Zhong's face changed greatly, and the light skill "Breeze Blowing Willows" was displayed, and he immediately dodged to the side.

"Bang!"

With a miss, the reverse slash fell to the ground, cutting a deep knife mark on the ground.

The scars spread and stretched to Wang Cheng's feet.

Wang Cheng took a deep breath and looked at Song Zhong's figure, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

The 100 households in charge of the mirror division are really strong!

Maybe it's just a little worse than Shan Xiongxing!

Shan Xiongxing's terrible behavior directly made people have no idea of doing it.

Although the 100 households in charge of the mirror are strong, they do not make people lose their fighting spirit.

But...

Can Song Zhong really win?

"Boom!"

In a hurry, the majestic "Qin Family Sword" was displayed.

The fat man hiding in the crowd saw that it was clearly his master's swordsmanship, but he didn't expect it to shine in Song Zhong's hands.

The Qin family sword has a sense of justice in it, and in the face of the Mirror Division, which is not the Demon Dao but is better than the Demon Dao, he has a natural sense of oppression.

Even if the Mirror Leader Si Baihu is a top first-class master, he can't directly dispel this oppression.

After all, the Mirror Division is indeed doing bad things, and he is ashamed in his heart, and he has no shame to face this righteous sword.

"Dang!"

The swords collided, shaking the swordsman's arm in pain, and the tiger's mouth cracked, spilling blood.

The swordsman showed a frightened expression on his face, on the other hand, the hundred households in charge of the mirror were breezy and calm, like a child playing at home.

The breeze blew the willows, and the figure immediately drifted to the other side.

Staring at the figure of the mirror Si Baihu, the swordsman felt tricky.

It's tricky.

These hundred households are really not ordinary people, and they are far from being comparable to Fang Zongqi.

Fang Zongqi is a piece of garbage, although there is some force, but he is just an ordinary master!

And these hundred households, the martial arts are very high.

How tall it is, Song Zhong doesn't understand.

It is probably three points weaker than Shan Xiongxing, five points weaker than Xiao Yiwen, and six points stronger than Fang Zongqi.

The swordsman was helpless.

It seems that only that sword can be used!

The swordsman's eyes were firm, his sword was raised above his head, and the whole person flew out like a wild goose, and the sword was the claw of the wild goose.

The wild geese in the deep mountains and old forests are the natural enemies of many creatures. It soars between heaven and earth, and its sharp claws become a sharp weapon of prey, proud of all things.

Ordinary creatures can't stop the claws of wild geese!

Ordinary warriors can't stop the Yan Hui Sword!

The wild goose returned to the sword, and the momentum on his body suddenly became stronger.

The muscles on the face of the Mirror Commander Si Baihu twitched, obviously surprised by the sword.

This sword, I'm afraid it has the power of "Xuan-level" swordsmanship, right?

But that's not enough!

The mere "Xuan-level" swordsmanship can only tickle him.

Suddenly, the head of the mirror Si Baihu shouted.

"Flying clouds!"

The blade of the splendid knife is filled with a free and easy artistic conception, and it has a free and easy atmosphere.

cut out with a knife, hoping to hack Song Zhong to death, but also hoping to cut off the shackles in life and achieve a free and easy state.

"Dang!"

The bright sparks were dazzling, so dazzling that it was impossible to look at them directly.

"Bang dang. ”

The sound of sharp weapons falling to the ground is crisp and pleasant.

Everyone present looked and saw that the sword in the swordsman's hand was broken!

It is a sharp sword, but also the claws of wild geese, symbolizing invincibility!

But it broke!

Cut off by the stronger side!

Where the sword is broken, the incision is smooth and smooth, which shows the depth of the opponent's skill!

The swordsman was dazed, lowered his head and found that the sword body was already lying quietly on the ground.

He was defeated after all.

There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Defeated, defeated!"

"No matter how strong a second-rate martial artist is, he is just a second-rate martial artist!"

"Damn, you dare to bully our senior brother in the funeral hall, let's do it together and beat him to death!"

"No, you can't do it, this will lead the Holy Cult to destruction!"

"Brother, run, I'll stop him!"

Wang Chengfen didn't care about his body and was about to rush forward, but he was grabbed by his limbs tightly by everyone and couldn't move.

"Noise!" Shan Xiongxing scolded.

Shan Xiongxing has been watching the battle, he didn't make a move, waiting for the moment when the head of the mirror Si Baihu killed Song Zhong.

Seeing that the 100 households in charge of the mirror were about to kill Song Zhong, where was he willing to give up this great opportunity!

Shan Xiongxing said in a loud voice: "The disciples of the Holy Sect listen to my orders, don't do anything! Song Zhong ignored the canons and dared to make a move against the Mirror Division, he provoked the imperial court, he should die! Whoever dares to do it, he will be punished to think about the cliff face! Those who commit the most heinous crimes will be given death!"

The disciples lowered their heads, and Shan Xiongxing, as the hall master of the White Tiger Hall, still had a great say in the Holy Sect.

For a while, the disciples did not dare to have any more objections.

"Bastard, you old shitty thief! You don't fucking die!"

Wang Cheng stared at red eyes, tears in his eyes, and was very emotional.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the person next to him immediately hit Wang Cheng on the neck, and Wang Cheng's eyes were dark and he fell into a coma.

"Boy, a first-class master is always a realm you can't imagine!"

The tip of the knife pointed directly at the place where Song Zhong's heart was, and the head of the mirror Si Baihu once again showed an arrogant expression.

Song Zhong laughed and said, "Don't come over to help, this matter starts because of me, and it is most appropriate for me to end it." But... If I am lucky enough not to die, I also hope that the Shan Hall Master must pay attention to his body, the floor of the Holy Sect is too slippery, I am afraid that you will break your leg one day, which will make me very sad. ”