"It's Qu Baishan!" someone exclaimed.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time by the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect completely exploded at this moment.

The name of Qu Baishan was cheered in bursts, if it weren't for the judge and elder of Shushan who were in the way, I am afraid that they would have rushed over long ago.

The waste rocks were piled up, and there was no one left, and everyone's eyes were searching, but they never saw the person.

The elders of the Dragon and Tiger Sect naturally showed a hint of joy at the corners of their mouths, but before this smile could fully unfold, they froze on their faces.

Qu Baishan turned his swaying body, his pale face was completely incredulous, looking at the falling boulder.

In the open-air square of the Shushan Sword Sect, there was silence, and they all looked at the person who walked out of the stone pit in amazement.

On the cloud platform, the thunder real person of the Dragon and Tiger Sect was pale, and he looked at the person who was still carrying the knife without saying a word.

On the Kunlun Sect's side, there was an earth-shattering shout.

looked eagerly at the man covered in blood, at his slightly trembling steps, and his knife was still tightly gripped.

Qu Baishan once again lifted the Cloud Entering Sword in his hand, and his sword was already raised.

"Kunlun!" he roared desperately, stepping forward.

And behind him, there were tens of millions of voices, and those two words echoed with countless sounds, shaking the entire Shushan Sword Sect.

On the gimbal, Wushi Zhenren was no longer calm this time, he got up and looked at the young man who was raising his knife forward.

Not only him, but the six major sects, including the eighteen sect masters, all stood up one after another, staring at each other with different faces.

He ran wildly with his knife in his hand, and with every step he fell, there was a blood-colored footprint, and his hair was red with blood, flying wildly behind him.

Qu Baishan's sword was there, and he looked at this evil ghost that seemed to have crawled out of hell, and his ears were full of shouts about the word "Kunlun".

Thinking of the white-haired old man standing on the cloud platform, looking at himself earnestly, as well as those fellow disciples who had hope for themselves, the cloud sword once again burst out with a ray of thunder, and jumped without a trace of hesitation.

A knife, a sword in mid-air, once again fighting desperately, the sword intent is like the wind, the sword intent is like ice, and the air is constantly sparkling.

There is no throwing the sword into the sky, there is no integration of the body and the sword, and there is no drawing the knife to cut off the water, the backhand knife shadow is covered with a thousand layers, only instinctive fighting.

Returning to the primitive instinct, the sword light and sword shadow, the power burst out from the muscles, and the blood mist on the wound was tearful, and the eyes were about to kill the other party.

This is no longer a fighting method, there is no longer a Taoist immortal wind and dao bones, it is more like two opposing battles on the mortal battlefield, either you die or I live to the death.

Whether it is above the gimbal or under the ring, they are all shocked by this life-and-death battle that only has instinct and no gorgeous Taoism.

Li Xiaoyi is a demon who crawled out of hell, his hideous face, and his eyes flashed with madness.

Qu Baishan seems to have already fallen into the devil, the bloodthirsty side of human beings is no longer hidden, even if he is stabbed several times, from beginning to end, he will not retreat.

The disciples of the two sects did not shout, and there was no cheering or cheering under the ring, and the scene in front of them had long exceeded all their imaginations.

Li Xiaoyi can't retreat, and he won't retreat, at this moment, his mind is empty, no longer for Kunlun, just for himself!

Years of displacement, years of humiliation, years of compromise, all in his every knife.

It was the release of anger that had been suppressed for years, the bloodlust of a madman, his knife getting faster, faster and faster, and the buzzing sound was not noticeable.

"It's too slow!" Li Xiaoyi was already red-eyed, and cut under Qu Baishan's left rib cage with a knife.

"Too slow!" is another knife, reversing and smashing on the left retreat of Qu Bai Mountain!

Li Xiaoyi is getting faster and faster, more and more ruthless, and the knife is red, but it can't satisfy his bloodthirsty desires.

With a knife, Qu Baishan didn't know how many knives he had been hit, and the blood had already bathed his whole body, but he still didn't take a step back!

Gritting his teeth, holding his body, he used the sword that was getting slower and slower, and there was only one thought in his heart, he couldn't retreat! He couldn't retreat! The Dragon and Tiger Sect must not retreat!

"No, no! no! no!"

Li Xiaoyi's every sound seemed to hook the soul and chase his life, and every sound had sword light and blood, until there was a light sound of shattering, and the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect who stopped behind Qu Baishan all changed their faces.

It was the moaning of the armor in its weakness, the wail that could no longer be resisted by the merciless sword.

Li Xiaoyi, whose face was covered with blood, showed a hideous smile like a ghost, from top to bottom, the snowy blade of the knife shone with a touch of crescent.

There was blood floating in the air, warm and delicious, he stuck out his tongue and licked it on the blade of his sword, Qu Baishan remained motionless.

The Izumo Sword slipped weakly from his hand, his gaze became hollow, and just when everyone thought that this was finally over, the moon in the well once again shone brightly, from the netherworld.

"You dare!" the elder of the Dragon and Tiger Sect snorted loudly, and was about to fly up.

Qu Baishan's hands, and he didn't know where he got the strength, suddenly stretched forward and grabbed Li Xiaoyi's arm.

His eyes were shining again, and he glared at Li Xiaoyi with a bright eye: "It's not over yet! I'm not dead yet!"

The disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect were already full of tears, he couldn't see it, he just glared at Li Xiaoyi, and hissed: "The Dragon and Tiger Sect can't retreat!"

The Judge Elder of Shushan, who wanted to get up to stop this game, and the elder of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, were all stunned.

The thunder real man raised his head silently and did not say a word.

This is the child of the Six Sects, the children of the Six Sects of the Dao Sect, not the Six Sects of the Dao Sect that can be compared to any other sect.

Their pride has long been melted in their blood, they are born with arrogance, and the children of the Six Sects will never beg for mercy and admit defeat, even if they die in battle!

Li Xiaoyi smiled, weird as a ghost, there were blood stains on Sen Ran's white teeth, this time no one shouted Kunlun's name again, and there would be no more smiling Yan Luo, floating in the sky of the Shushan Sword Sect.

There is only fear, the fear of killing bloodthirsty.

Li Xiaoyi's figure suddenly took three steps back, and the huge strength made Qu Baishan, who was already exhausted and discouraged, unable to react, and his chest was exposed in front of Li Xiaoyi without any obstacles.

Some people couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned their heads, but Qu Baishan was fearless, he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, as if he was roaring his unwillingness.

stepped forward, Li Xiaoyi did not hesitate at all, the snowy blade was just like the bright moon in the nine days, and the knife was silently and silently cut off the water.

Just when everyone thought that the man would be cut in half, in an instant, thunder exploded, and the thunderbolt rang non-stop, and everyone stared at it.

I don't know when, there was a tall figure in the ring where the rocks collapsed.

The man's face was as majestic as a thunder god, his robe was cooping in the wind, and his hand was surrounded by electric light, which was just pressed on the blade of the snowy sword.

It's not a thunder real person, who can there be.

There was a cold light in his eyes, and he squinted at this crazy madman, looking at the blood stains on his face, and his heart was full of anger.

And just when Kunlun's Dao Lin and Daojing Zhenren wanted to fly to the stage, a fair-skinned slender jade hand poked out out of thin air.

Thunder Zhenren was startled, the hand that pressed on the knife shrank, and he took Qu Baishan, who was already unconscious behind him, and at the same time retreated sharply, his body was horizontal, and Huo Ran disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Only one sentence full of anger was left: "Murong Daoyou, this time the deity has written it down. ”

Everyone was shocked and looked at the ring in disbelief, and a white light slowly opened like a curtain.

A woman dressed in white like snow, with a face as white as jade, and light makeup, slowly walked out of the white light.

"Murong Yunyan?"

"She's Murong Yunyan?"

"Murong Yunyan, who is known as the first person under the real person who robbed the law?"

The crowd of people who were talking about it all wanted to catch a glimpse of this legendary strange woman, but the flower in front of them disappeared again, and when they reappeared, they had already appeared on the cloud platform.

I saw her salute with a smile and said: "Kunlun Murong Yunyan, I have seen the Wushi Sect, so I really had to do it, and I hope that the real person Haihan." ”

Wushi returned the courtesy, and his face had already returned to its original calmness.

"It happened suddenly, Daoyou don't need to be like this, Thunder Daoyou is also distressed, and I hope Murong Daoyou will forgive me. ”

Murong Yunyan chuckled and said, "How dare you." ”

Under the cloud platform, the judge elder of the Shushan Sword Sect saw that the real person in charge of the sect had already nodded, and then turned around and shouted in front of everyone: "Kunlun Li Xiaoyi, against the Dragon and Tiger Sect Qu Baishan, Li Xiaoyi wins!"

The Kunlun disciple had already reacted from Fang Cai's surprise and rushed into the collapsing ring ring desperately.

Daojing Zhenren didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and stuffed the elixir that had been prepared into Li Xiaoyi's mouth.

Because the victory came too suddenly, he was no longer crazy when his body and mind were relaxed, and he suddenly felt pain all over his body like a left volcano, and he couldn't help but lie on the ground.

Seeing this, Daojing Zhenren and Dao Ping'er hurriedly helped him up and rushed to Kunlun's residence.

On top of the cloud platform, after Murong Yunyan and the other real people in charge of the sect saluted one after another, they turned around and said goodbye.

I never thought that I was actually killed by the neon of the Forgetting Worry Sect, and said: "Sister, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years, so why don't we sit with my sister?"

"My sister also saw how badly my junior brother was injured, I have to go and see how much I am, and I will bother my sister another day. ”

Neon Death wore a veil on her face, and she also chuckled, but she still couldn't help but say in a very disappointed tone: "Then my sister, I have to wait for you to come." ”

Murong Yunyan didn't say much, and while he disappeared, Mr. Miaoke was on the side, looking at the neon with ambiguous eyes, but he was smiling in his mouth.

Neon Yin turned around and sat down invisibly, and Dao Lin had a strange look, but then he thought of Kunlun's victory, and his eyes were full of joy that could not be concealed.

However, Murong Yunyan's sudden arrival surprised him very much, could it be that the sect has changed? His face remained unchanged and he pondered, making it impossible to see the true thoughts in his heart at all.

On the other side, Wushi Zhenren turned his head to look at the Masters of the True Sect: "Then let's discuss the results of the last game." ”