The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one generation is stronger than the next. There is no shortage of young and promising people in the world with unique skills, but most of them are talented, or they finally bury their future because of blind confidence, and in the end they can only have a heart higher than the sky and a life thinner than paper.

The rise of every newcomer has to pay too much, but the last thing to do is to make the wrong choice at the wrong time, otherwise it can only be a flash in the pan, lamenting that everything started too early and ended too quickly.

All the Jianghu people present were stunned, they couldn't believe their eyes, no one would have thought that Zhong Ziling, who originally had an absolute advantage, would also fall behind, he had obviously suppressed the purple-clothed young man strongly, but he didn't expect that everything was an illusion.

No one thought that the hand behind the purple-clothed young man had such power, it turned out that he had not used all his strength from beginning to end, and the hand behind his back was his killing move.

Zhong Ziling gritted his teeth and looked at the purple-clothed young man standing opposite him in horror, he didn't believe that he would lose, let alone that he would be so embarrassed.

I saw him gritting his teeth, enduring the sharp pain that ran through his entire leg, looking at the young man in purple and asking helplessly: "Who are you? No nobody can take the trick I just had!" Indeed, no nobody can hit the leader of the Wanma Gang and the chief disciple of Huashan one after another.

"Defeat is defeat, why care if you are defeated in the hands of a nobody, you are too anxious and too self-righteous, so you will lose, it has nothing to do with whether I am a nobody. The young man in purple said without thinking.

"You ......" Zhong Ziling listened to the words of the purple-clothed young man, and suddenly felt embarrassed, he was originally arrogant and has now become someone else's defeated subordinate, which has made him lose face, but not only that, but now he has to face the number of others, which makes him lose face. Looking at the victorious face of the purple-clothed young man, Zhong Ziling couldn't wait to cut him with a thousand knives.

The purple-clothed young man turned around, looked at the martial arts people around him with a smile, and said slowly: "Who else is willing to teach?" As he spoke, his gaze swept over the faces of the surrounding martial arts people one by one, and no one dared to look at Zhong Ziling again, as if everyone had been completely convinced.

The martial arts people who were swept by the eyes of the purple-clothed young man all lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other, as if they were afraid that they would be called out. The two consecutive competitions are enough to prove the strength of the young man in purple, and it seems that it is only the tip of the iceberg, no one can be sure that he is the opponent, and no one wants to ruin his reputation here.

Zhong Ziling, who was standing on the side, looked at the purple-clothed young man who didn't take himself in his eyes at all, and hated the root of his teeth. Even if he was defeated just now, but now he is still standing here, it means that this competition is not over, and he has not yet admitted defeat, but the young man in purple has already thought that he has lost, and he is not even willing to look at himself more, what a shame is this? When did he suffer such humiliation when he had been held by the stars?

The more Zhong Ziling thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he thought about it, the more resentful he became, suddenly, he yelled, ignoring his already seriously injured leg, and frantically rushed towards the purple-clothed young man who was facing away from him, exerted all his strength, and slapped a slap fiercely, slapping the purple-clothed young man's heart!

Everyone didn't expect Zhong Ziling to make another move, and he was so hysterical, looking at Zhong Ziling who was crazy, they all widened their eyes, opened their mouths wide, and some even exclaimed. But it seems that not everyone is surprised, and someone seems to have expected all this, that is, the young man in purple.

At the moment when Zhong Ziling frantically rushed towards the purple-clothed youth, no one seemed to notice a sneer on the corner of the purple-clothed youth's mouth, a cruel sneer.

At the moment when Zhong Ziling's palm looked like it was about to succeed, the purple-clothed young man who was originally on his back suddenly turned around and threw a punch violently! It was the hand that had been behind his back!

"Don't!" Seeing this scene, Aoki Daoren once again spoke, but in the same way, it was already too late, because the heavy fist of the purple-clothed young man had already intersected with Zhong Ziling's palm.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that Zhong Ziling's palm was forcibly blocked, his arm was bent at a deformed angle, and the fist of the purple-clothed young man was against Zhong Ziling's palm, and it smashed heavily on Zhong Ziling's chest!

A stream of blood arrows spurted out of Zhong Ziling's mouth in an instant, and then I saw that he, like Ma Feng, the leader of the Ten Thousand Horses Gang, flew out quickly upside down and fell heavily to the ground. His arm had been broken in an instant, but this was not the most serious, the most serious thing was that his chest had completely collapsed like Ma Feng, and he was about to die.

The strength of the purple-clothed young man once again stunned everyone present, but he didn't expect him to defeat two masters in a row in the same way, no one knew how much power that seemingly ordinary fist had accumulated, it was so terrifying.

What frightened people even more was not the strength of the young man in purple, but his cruelty, although he never took the initiative to defeat anyone, but he never showed mercy to anyone who wanted to defeat him, even if that person no longer posed much of a threat to him. The two masters in succession were all severely injured by him, and if he didn't die, he was a waster, and the ending of all this seemed to be due to him, as if he had deliberately designed it.

Wuxin, who was standing in front of the pillar, lowered his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, he saw all of this, no trace of the slightest detail escaped his eyes, a faint murderous aura flashed from the bottom of his eyes, the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, and the knife in his hand was beating slightly.

At this moment, more than a dozen people rushed out of the crowd, screaming and rushing towards Zhong Ziling who fell to the ground, everything happened too suddenly, and these Huashan disciples who followed Zhong Ziling just reacted.

I saw that they rushed to Zhong Ziling's side in a panic, and kept shouting Zhong Ziling's name, but Zhong Ziling was already unconscious, and no one knew if he could wake up or not.

There are a few Huashan disciples who may not be able to stand such stimulation, maybe they usually have a better relationship with Zhong Ziling, seeing Zhong Ziling's immortal appearance, they glanced at each other, and invariably got up and rushed towards the purple-clothed youth, shouting in their mouths, and pounced on the purple-clothed youth like a hungry tiger.

But they were nothing in the eyes of the young man in purple, as soon as they saw their faces, two people had been kicked out by the young man in purple one by one, and fell into the crowd, causing a commotion.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the remaining few people who were carried away by anger were all knocked to the ground by the purple-clothed young man's heavy punch, wailing continuously. All this is seen in the eyes of all the martial arts people, although they can't bear it, but no one dares to say more, the momentum of coming to give up who is no one else has disappeared at this time, after all, no one wants to gamble on their own reputation.

"Stop!" A majestic voice suddenly sounded at this time, reaching the ears of everyone present, with a faint trace of indignation, and also stopped the respective actions of the two parties who were entangled in the ring.

The person who spoke was none other than Aoki, the head of Wudang, and I saw him take a step forward and stare directly at the purple-clothed young man standing in the field, his face seemed to be angry, and he said in a deep voice: "Young man, you must know how to stop in moderation." ”

Seeing that Ma Feng and Zhong Ziling were seriously injured one after another under the hands of the purple-clothed youth, Aoki Daoren finally couldn't bear it anymore. Those two are the mainstays of their respective sects, and injuring the two of them is equivalent to severely hurting the two sects, which is the last thing Aoki wants to see. Although the two of them took the initiative to use the killing move and took the lead in the killing intent, the purple-clothed young man's approach was too ruthless.

When the purple-clothed young man heard Aoki Daoren's words, a smile appeared on his face again, he put his hand behind his back again, glanced at Zhong Ziling who fell to the ground, and said casually: "Since it is a ring competition, then it is necessary to divide the winner and loser, and the fists and feet have no eyes, since they are standing in this ring, they should be prepared for this." The Taoist chief blames me like this, which is inevitably a bit partial. This remark is eloquent, reasonable, and well-founded.

"But Poor Dao said in advance that you are not allowed to hurt the other party's life, and you can stop at the point, but what about you?" said Aoki Daoren with a straight face, the attitude of the purple-clothed young man constantly looking for excuses for himself was about to completely anger him.

"Don't forget, Dao Chief, it was they who made the killing move first, I have just said, I am just seeking self-preservation, otherwise will I wait for others to kill me and not fight back?" The young man in purple was still explaining to himself unhurriedly, and what was strange was that the crowd of onlookers around him, who were also full of righteous indignation, actually echoed at this time, and some people actually agreed with the young man in purple.

Aoki coldly patrolled the crowd of onlookers, looking for who was secretly agreeing with him, but when he wanted to look for it, he couldn't hear it. I saw him glaring at the purple-clothed young man solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Even if this is the case, you can completely stop them, why do you have to seriously injure them and ruin their cultivation?"

Although Ma Feng and Zhong Ziling are still alive now, they are no different from the wasted, and their cultivation has also been wasted with the moment they fall, for a martial arts person, such an ending is actually more difficult to accept than death.

"As I have already said, if people do not offend me, I will not offend others, they will bring it upon themselves. If the Taoist chief is not satisfied with such a result, he can personally come up to seek justice for them, and accompany them at any time. The purple-clothed young man suddenly changed his words, and the smile that had been hanging on his face had disappeared, staring at Michito Aoki with a provocative look.

Aoki Daoren was stunned for a moment, and everyone present was also surprised, but he didn't expect that the purple-clothed young man who had always been polite would dare to talk to the head of Wudang like this at this time, it can be said that he didn't take the Wudang faction in his eyes at all.

"It's such a big breath, it's really terrifying. However, Poor Dao had already said at the beginning that the Wudang faction would not participate in the competition for the position of alliance leader, but with such a ruthless method of Your Excellency, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public, right?" Aoki took a long breath and said calmly.

Although he has been confronted by the young man in purple one after another, and even directly challenged him, he still tried his best to control his emotions, because he did say that Wudang would not participate in this competition, and he was the head of the dignified Wudang faction, and the measurement would not be so narrow.

But the purple-clothed young man didn't seem to want to let him go so easily, just as Aoki Daoren's voice fell, I saw the purple-clothed young man directly spread his hands, and said indifferently: "Since the Taoist leader is unwilling to fight with me, then I will admit defeat as the Taoist leader, so if no one comes out to challenge again, I will be the new martial arts alliance leader." ”

As soon as the words of the purple-clothed young man fell, Aoki Daoren's face was instantly gloomy, and some of the Jianghu sects present also accused the purple-clothed young man of saying a little too much, but he didn't expect the purple-clothed young man, who had always had a gentle attitude, to become so aggressive at this time.

"Okay, then the poor Dao will teach your Excellency's tricks!" Aoki Michito finally couldn't help it, flicked his sleeves, and said loudly. Originally, he was reluctant to make a move, unwilling to involve the Wudang faction in this dispute, but the young man in purple was pressing forward step by step, if he shirked it again, he would really be regarded as a cowardly warrior by others.

But the real reason why he chose to make a move was not because he couldn't get used to the style of the young man in purple, but because the young man in purple woke him up with a word, that is, if no one can defeat the young man in purple, then the new leader of the martial arts alliance is really a young man in purple, and he will not let a young man who has never heard of, seen before, and born out of thin air to succeed him, not to mention that this person's origin is unknown, and there is no distinction between friend and foe.

After speaking, Aoki Daoren took a step forward, raised his head, and motioned to the disciples to take Zhong Ziling and the other Huashan disciples who were still present away from the ring.

Several Wudang disciples quickly came to the ring and helped the few remaining disciples of the Huashan Sect to carry Zhong Ziling and the rest of the injured disciples to the top of the steps.

After one of the Wudang disciples settled the people in Huashan, he quickly came to Aoki Daoren, shook his head lightly at Aoki, and signaled that Zhongziling was too seriously injured and had no strength to return to heaven.

Seeing this scene, Aoki Michito's face changed slightly, originally he thought that Zhong Ziling would at least survive even if his martial arts were lost, but now it seems to be much more serious than he imagined, and he can't help but blame himself for not stopping it earlier.

Thinking of this, Michito Aoki no longer hesitated, took a step forward, and was about to jump into the middle of the field......