Swish!

As soon as the words of the city lord of Bishui City fell, the body of the black-clothed young man was like a sharp arrow, directly hitting the young man Song, and the sword light was awe-inspiring.

Song Qingyun snorted disdainfully, didn't take out his sword, stepped back slightly, and slammed out with a palm.

Bang!

The powerful shock wave swept in all directions, and a whirlwind of spiritual energy blew on the martial arts square, and the young man in black did not expect this sword to hurt the other party, and after dodging, his body rose into the air, and the three swords were fired together.

"I can't help myself. Song Qingyun sneered, his figure shook again and again, easily dodging the attack of the black-clothed young man, and with a flip of his palm, another True Yuan blasted out.

The face of the black-clothed young man remained unchanged, the long sword in his hand was horizontally defended, Song Qingyun's palm slammed on the sword body, the air twisted violently, and then, a strong qi exploded, and the two of them distanced themselves again.

However, the young man in black retreated again and again, blood spilled slightly from the corners of his mouth, but Song Qingyun fell to the ground lightly, his breath was slightly disordered, but he was not as embarrassed as the man in black.

On the roof outside the venue, Mo Wudao shook his head lightly, and said secretly: Although this black-clothed young man's cultivation is not much different from Song Qingyun, he also has a lot of combat experience, and his momentum is not weak;

But Song Qingyun is a disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect, the exercises are subtle and advanced, and the sword yuan power is more pure and destructive than that of the black-clothed youth.

This young man in black will definitely be defeated!

"You're very strong!" the young man in black gasped slightly, shook the long sword in his hand, and shouted, "However, I really need that high-grade spiritual weapon!"

After saying that, he swung his sword again and slashed at the opponent, Song Qingyun smiled coldly, and mocked while fighting: "Stubborn, I can defeat you without a sword, admit defeat quickly, otherwise I will not be polite." ”

"Very, do you really think I'm vulnerable?" A flash of determination flashed on the face of the young man in black, the long sword in his hand shook, and he pounced on Song Qingyun again without fear of death.

"Sword Qi Condensing Mountain!"

A black fierce sword aura suddenly shot out, and a big mountain seemed to loom in the air, slashing towards Song Qingyun with a thousand powers.

Song Qingyun was careless for a moment, and a sword qi cut off a sleeve between dodging, and he was scared into a cold sweat.

"Break my clothes, look for death!"

Almost injured, Song Qingyun was furious, he was actually injured by a small minion, he suddenly felt his face dull, and suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him, "Let you see my peerless sword technique of the Wuji Sword Sect!"

A fierce sword momentum appeared out of thin air, lingering around Song Qingyun, and the audience was suddenly shocked, this disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect was really powerful.

"I didn't expect this Song Qingyun to have realized a trace of sword momentum. Mo Wudao was slightly surprised, but it was only a hint of surprise.

"Chop!" Song Qingyun gently spit out a word, and a dazzling sword flashed.

Poof!

With a soft sound, everyone's eyes gathered in the center of the field, only to see the black-clothed young man standing in place stunned, the long sword still maintained an upward blocking posture, and a red line slowly appeared on the neck of the black-clothed young man.

A head rolled down the square, and the body of the young man in black also fell, and the blood stained a large area of the ground.

The sword is out, the head is down!

"Hiss~"

Everyone gasped, this Song Qingyun of the Infinite Sword Sect only used a sword to cut off the opponent's head, which was terrifying.

"Amitabha, sin, sin!" The little monk clasped his hands together and said a Buddha name.

Song Qingyun on the stage sneered, standing on the field very enjoyably, listening to the bursts of exclamations around him, quite satisfied.

easily won the first place, not only can he get a high-grade spiritual weapon, but his reputation of Song Qingyun will surely spread from then on, and he will gain both fame and fortune.

Accepting everyone's congratulations, Song Qingyun greeted the audience around him with a smile, his head slightly raised, very proud.

However, when his gaze inadvertently swept over the roof of a building, he found a figure that made him very unhappy, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

At the end of the competition, the city lord of Bishui City smiled and took out a magic weapon with a haunting red light from the storage ring.

Everyone's breath stagnated slightly, and their eyes focused on the city lord's hand, although they couldn't see the specific appearance clearly, but the momentum emanating from it, everyone understood.

"Superior Spiritual Weapon!"

Song Qingyun's face also showed a hint of joy, although the Wuji Sword Sect did not lack top-grade spiritual weapons, but with his current cultivation and status, he could not get the top-grade spiritual weapon-level magic weapon rewarded by the sect.

This time he went down the mountain, but he didn't want to be able to obtain a high-grade spiritual weapon-level magic weapon in such a small place as Bishui City, which made Song Qingyun's breathing slightly short.

The several masters beside the city lord of Bishui City were also staring at the magic weapon tightly, with an undisguised greed in their eyes.

"Slow down, I have one more thing I want to ask you to testify!"

Suddenly, Song Qingyun, who had gained both fame and fortune, raised his voice and said, causing the monks who were about to disperse to stop and look at Song Qingyun suspiciously.

Mo Wudao on the top of the building frowned slightly, his eyes jumped slightly, and his gaze moved to the martial arts square below, thinking that he wouldn't be so unlucky!

The little monk smiled faintly and said, "Amitabha, Mo Daoyou, it seems that someone wants to embarrass you." ”

Sure enough, Song Qingyun's gaze stopped at Mo Wudao's body through the crowd, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Mo Wudao, since you looked down on me Song Qingyun and my Wuji Sword Sect before, then now in front of all kinds of geniuses, dare to take my challenge!"

On the roof of the building, Mo Wudao stopped, his eyes flickering, Song Qingyun's challenge was not unexpected by him.

"Fight! Fight!"

A group of monks who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement coaxed, and suddenly everyone's eyes moved to Mo Wudao, and Fanxin gave Mo Wudao a helpless look and stepped aside.

"Who is this person?"

The eyes of the city lord of Bishui City lit up, and his sharp gaze stared at the young man standing faintly on the roof of the building in the distance, and with a little interest, he opened his mouth and asked a Confucian man in green clothes behind him.

The Confucian in Tsing Yi held a special jade plate in his hand, constantly flashing with light, and replied: "I don't know, according to the news below, this young man's name is Mo Wudao, who entered from the south gate two days ago, and has been living in Sanxiao Building these days, and has had a verbal conflict with that Song Qingyun, and the specific origin is still being investigated." ”

If Mo Wudao heard the words of this Confucian in Tsing Yi, he would definitely be surprised, and in less than ten breaths, his whereabouts in Bishui City were discovered, and it can be imagined that this city lord's control of Bishui City has reached a terrifying level.

The masters in the VIP table were also asking each other about Mo Wudao's origin, and soon, they also obtained some information.

However, they didn't care too much, a monk of unknown origin didn't look like a great character, so they didn't care too much.

On the square, Song Qingyun smiled proudly, the other party has to fight now without fighting, otherwise how can he have the face to mix in the cultivation realm in the future.

He just wants to defeat the other party in front of everyone and teach this boy a lesson that doesn't know the height of the sky.

"Do you want to humiliate me in front of the world?"

Mo Wudao sneered in his heart, lightly touched his toes, flew down, pulled out the purple bamboo sword, and stabbed towards Song Qingyun in the square, plain and unhurried.

Song Qingyun looked at the purple bamboo sword stabbed from a distance, with a faint disdain in the corner of his eyes, tightened the flying sword in his hand, and waited for it.

Everyone was also slightly disappointed, originally thinking that the one who could accept Song Qingyun's challenge must be extraordinary, but now looking at the situation, he is simply an ordinary fusion period monk.

Only on the roof of the building, the Brahmanic monk, who was familiar with Mo Wudao, muttered in a low voice: "Amitabha, someone is going to be unlucky!"

"Draw the sword!"

The speed of Mo Wudao, who was falling in the air, increased suddenly, and a purple light pierced the sky, and the purple bamboo sword was at an incredible speed,

Slash, slash again······

Song Qingyun's pupils shrank suddenly, only to feel that the purple light flashed in front of him, and his head seemed to be broken by a sharp blade, and he instinctively raised his sword to block it.

Before everyone's eyes could keep up, Mo Wudao appeared in front of Song Qingyun almost at a ghostly speed like teleportation, and the purple bamboo sword in his hand slashed again and again within half a breath.

"Click!"

The flying sword in Song Qingyun's hand was broken into two, and then Mo Wudao's right foot was also imprinted on Song Qingyun's chest.

When everyone's eyes moved to the square, they saw Song Qingyun, a disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect on the stage, stepping back more than ten steps and kneeling on one knee.

Holding a broken sword in his hand, he saw Song Qingyun's face turn pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Senior brother!"

The faces of the other two Wuji Sword Sect disciples in the audience changed greatly, and a few of them dodged and ran towards Song Qingyun.

"What?"

"How is that possible? What's going on?"

The onlookers who didn't know the truth exclaimed again and again, and everyone looked at Mo Wudao on the stage in a daze.

Without giving the others much time to be shocked, Mo Wudao put away his sword and looked at Song Qingyun coldly, "One sword is enough to deal with you!"

Song Qingyun's face turned from white to red, and then from red to black, looking at the broken sword in his hand with some disbelief, he was actually defeated.

didn't even take the opponent's sword, and the defeat was inexplicable, and the defeat was a mess.

"I'll kill you!"

Hearing Mo Wudao's taunt, his anger suddenly surged, Song Qingyun's face sank, and he pushed away the two junior disciples, the true yuan on his body surged, the sword qi lingered, and he rushed towards Mo Wudao with a murderous aura.

If you don't kill the other party, where will he put his face!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a red cloud fell from the sky, enveloping the arena of the square in the astonishment of countless people, and a terrifying demonic aura also stirred up in the square.

"What's going on?"

The city lord of Bishui City and all the heads of the VIP seat looked at each other with a sinking gaze, stood up from their chairs, and looked at the competition platform vigilantly and suspiciously.

The face of the city lord of Bishui City was a little ugly, and a terrifying cultivation gushed out, and he shouted domineeringly: "What kind of demon, come here to be presumptuous!"

"Assert ······"

There was an ugly laugh from the red cloud, and then everyone felt a block in their chests, and the red cloud on the test table suddenly exploded, and the strong and terrifying energy dispersed to all sides.

More than a dozen of them were relatively close, and the monks with low cultivation didn't have time to react, so they were knocked out by the qi, and the internal organs of the meridians were shattered, and they died.

"Ahh

A terrible scream sounded, and the faces of the two disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect changed greatly, it was the voice of their senior brother Song Qingyun.

"Boom!"

A whirlwind blew, and a red light rose from the exploding red clouds, flying towards the outside of the city with a demonic aura that soared to the sky.

The city lord of Bishui City flickered his eyes for a moment, stopped his subordinates who were about to go in pursuit, and looked at the young man on the competition platform, his face was full of fear and his face was pale.

"Look, only Song Qingyun is left on the stage, and the young man in white is gone!"

"What?"