After a long time, Zhang Sheng picked up the broken sword on the ground and put it in his arms. Then, he gently picked up the two corpses in the ring, and with a sweep of their figures, the figures flickered, and disappeared into the crowd.

On the seat of the Wudang faction, the old man in the green shirt with a fairy wind and bones saluted everyone, and then chased after him with light skills. The rest of the Wudang disciples also left.

At this time, a black-robed man flashed into the ring. He was handsome, but there was a three-inch-long scar on his jade-like face, and a cruel smile in his eyes. In his hand was a knife with a black scabbard and a curved hilt.

In a trance, everyone present felt a throbbing in their hearts, which was an indescribable strange feeling. They had a gut feeling that this sword was even more terrifying than the Immortal Sword.

The black-robed man said loudly: "Today, as long as there are still people willing to challenge on stage, I will take them all." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar. This is a blatant challenge to the heroes of the world, so arrogant, it is tolerable, which is unbearable!

"Huangkou Xiaoer, let Lao Tzu teach you a lesson!" When the sound arrived, a bearded man with a height of seven feet and a round waist jumped into the ring. He opened his clothes and held a mountain-opening axe in his hand, like a god descending into the world, mighty and extraordinary.

The black-robed man smiled and said, "It's a man! Remember, my name is Cheng Pei." ”

Before the words fell, a black shadow quickly swept towards the bearded man. The bearded man was just about to swing the axe in his hand to meet the attack, but it was too late. A cold light flashed, and the bearded man's life stopped. In the last moment of consciousness, the bearded man seemed to see a headless body that was exactly like himself.

At the moment when the cold light flashed, the people present seemed to be in the eighteenth layer of hell. It's terrifying, it's terrifying.

The bearded man's head fell into the ring, and his body slowly fell, leaving only a small pool of blood.

Beigong Duange's face changed suddenly, and he said in a deep voice: "The Western Regions Demon Knife, Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and he was born. ”

That used to be just a legend.

A sheathed knife, a black scabbard, a curved hilt. The blade is green, green as a distant mountain, as green as a spring tree, and as green as a lake in the eyes of lovers. The green sword light, curved, seemed to be a crescent moon at the beginning, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow, even if it was not unsheathed, it could reveal a compelling murderous aura.

The full moon scimitar didn't look strange at first glance, but once its owner cast that magic knife, it would show a strange aura that made people dizzy and confused. The Full Moon Scimitar is the treasure of the devil, it has a demonic nature, and whoever has it will feel its demonic nature. Except for those who are wise and wise, except for those who are most affectionate and sexual.

In the eyes of the world, it is a very fast sword! An evil knife! A knife has the power of earth-shattering! It is an invincible full moon scimitar, the sword of the demon god that is feared by the world, and the divine knife that shocks the world. The knife is engraved with the poem "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight". Since then, these seven words seem to have a demonic nature, which makes people all over the world stunned.

Suddenly there was light, moonlight, and a full moon in the darkness.

Beigong Twilight's heart was surging. He had an urge to fight this full moon scimitar, a desire that stemmed from the depths of the heart of the strong.

Seeing this, everyone present was shocked.

At this time, Wanyan Xue'er whispered in Yan Shan's ear: "He is quite similar to you, and he also likes to kill." Why don't you go and meet him?"

Yan Shan glanced at Yan Xue'er and snorted coldly: "I haven't lived enough!"

"Core!" Wan Yan Xue'er snorted.

Yan Shan only shook his head with a wry smile. When he encountered such a terrible opponent, his heart longed for a fight, but he also had fear. This is an opportunity for breakthrough, but it can also be the impermanence of the soul.

"Who else?" Cheng Pei looked indifferent, still with that symbolic cruel smile in his eyes.

"Give back my eldest brother's life!" Before the words fell, four bearded men jumped into the ring at the same time.

"Good time!" the black figure swept out again.

The four bearded men had already set up their positions. Unexpectedly, the cold light passed everywhere, and it was indestructible. The black figure shifted shape, and four cold lights flashed, passing through the axe body and submerging into the body.

With a few sounds, four mountain-opening axes that were broken in two fell to the ground. Two bearded men were cut off at the waist, one was split straight down from his forehead, and the other was cut in two diagonally. His death was horrific. But in such a way of dying, there was still not much blood left on the ground.

At this moment, there was chaos in the venue. Roars came and went. There were many people whose stomachs were churning and they couldn't help but vomit. There are also many people who are eager to try, but finally give up.

Wan Yanliang calmed down and said loudly: "This son, according to the rules, you have killed five people, you can enter the next round, please!"

Cheng Pei chuckled: "According to the rules, I can also continue to stay and accept the challenge." ”

Wan Yanliang hesitated slightly.

At this time, a tall gray-shirted old man jumped into the ring and said loudly: "Don't be rampant, the old man will eliminate the demon today!"

Wan Yan Liang was just about to say something to stop him.

"I can't recognize myself!" Cheng Pei sneered, and the figure had already swept out.

The gray-shirted old man looked calm, his palms swept through the air, and he instantly condensed a gossip-shaped protective energy in front of him.

The cold light flashed, and it was submerged in the gossip energy, leaving a two-foot-long blood mark on the gray-shirted old man's body.

Blood splattered, and the gray-shirted old man flew backwards and landed in the ring.

Cheng Pei sighed lightly and said to himself: "I actually blocked this fatal blow, and there are still two more hits." ”

The venue was completely boiling. This old man in a green shirt is the head of the Bagua Sect, and he has been defeated in one move, which is really unbelievable.

Wan Yan Liang was just about to speak, but there were already two more figures in the ring.

A young man in a coarse cloth shirt, his delicate face was slightly immature, and his blazing eyes had an indomitable spirit. This young man is none other than Yan Shan.

The other figure was a young monk dressed in a moon-white monk's robe. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, clear facial features, and a temperament that is not angry and self-assured. He folded his hands and looked calm, without a trace of waves in his gaze. This young monk is called Wuhua and is the first master among the younger generation of Shaolin disciples.

Cheng Pei's face changed slightly, but his heart aroused a stronger fighting spirit.

Yan Shan looked at Wuhua and smiled awkwardly.

Wuhua nodded slightly. He turned, swept slightly, and returned to his seat in Shaolin.

Cheng Pei looked Yan Shan up and down, his eyes stopped on the rusty long sword, and he couldn't help but say, "This sword is so good!"

Yan Shan smiled and said, "What about your knife?"

Cheng Pei replied: "It depends on whose hands you hold it. ”

Yan Shan smiled and said, "As far as you and me are concerned?"

Cheng Pei shook his head slightly and said with a wry smile: "It's hard to say." But there will be an answer soon. ”

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, and stabbed out with a sword, straight to the opponent's throat. Cheng Pei's expression was calm, and the cold light flashed, and he met the rusty long sword. The swords rang out, and sparks flew everywhere, but they were not damaged in the slightest.

Only then did the people present see the knife clearly, the blade was green, green as a distant mountain, as green as a spring tree, and as green as a lake in the eyes of lovers.

The two figures, one black and one gray, are as fast as ghosts, constantly changing positions. The rusty long sword body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura. The cyan scimitar blade was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura. The two lights and shadows, one black and one green, crisscrossed each other, attacking against attacking, fast against fast, and gradually intertwined together.

With just one cup of tea, the two have fought nearly 100 moves. Chess meets opponents, evenly divided.

Cheng Pei knew in his heart that that magic knife could never be used easily. If you can't get it in one hit, you will inevitably reveal a flaw.

Yan Shan's expression was calm, and his heart was as calm as water. In his eyes, the shape, length, and trajectory of the scimitar were clearly visible. The killing range of the blood-colored knife qi and the trend of the scimitar can also be roughly judged. He's waiting for his chance, a one-shot chance to win. In this battle, he overcame his inner fear and believed that he would win. However, this does not mean that this battle is a sure victory. He didn't dare to show the slightest flaw to lure the enemy. Because in this level of competition, life and death are only in a thought, and revealing flaws to lure the enemy is looking for death.

Perhaps, this will be a tough battle, comparing physical strength and internal strength, fighting for will and determination. However, Cheng Pei couldn't afford it. Today, he has made too many enemies and has no help, and once he is exhausted, he will never leave this place alive. He had no choice, he had to do it, and the outcome was only a matter of thought.

Suddenly, a strange aura appeared, and a terrifying aura that seemed to come from hell hit.

Yan Shan's heart trembled, and there was a momentary stagnation between the moves. At this moment, the flying rainbow-like sword light was already close at hand. If you dodge, you will be wounded, and you will definitely be defeated.

Yan Shan's expression was indifferent, his mind was firm, his heart was like stopping water, a sword stabbed out, and he regarded death as home.

In a trance, time seemed to stop. Putting it to death and then being born, between this life and death, the sword killing sword technique actually broke through. The bottleneck at the peak of the fifth layer broke through and entered the sixth layer. Yanshan stepped into a wonderful situation.

The flying rainbow-like sword light slashed at Yan Shan's chest, not breaking in two, but disappearing in place. It turned out to be just an afterimage.

Cheng Pei was horrified in his heart, but the knife in his hand was not chaotic. He was slightly sideways, swinging his knife to meet the attack, but it was still a little late. The rusty sword stabbed into his left arm, but if it hadn't been for that timely stab, it would have pierced his throat.

Blood splattered, and Yan Shan retreated with one blow.

Cheng Pei let out a long roar, and the full moon scimitar slashed across the sky at great speed, and the flying rainbow-like sword light crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and the momentum was terrifying.

Yanshan dodged and moved along the wonderful trajectory.

The next moment, the sword light dissipated, but Cheng Pei was gone.