After the three left the ring, the joust continued.

In the next competition, there was no competition of real masters at all. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, all kinds of soaring acting skills, only need to defeat three people. No master is willing to use a real killer move, otherwise, he will lose the opportunity in the real battle later.

Yan Shan squinted his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Suddenly, an extremely strong murderous aura struck, and Yan Shan couldn't help but shudder, and instantly sobered up. He looked up at the ring, and saw a man in a white robe standing there lazily, his delicate face full of bohemian smiles. He held a sword in his hand. The old scabbard and the satin wrapped around the hilt were just as old, and there was nothing special about it. But Yan Shan had an intuition that the sword in this old scabbard must be terrifyingly sharp. His opponent is Li Yuncong, a master of the younger generation of Wudang, who has won two games.

The man in the white shirt smiled and said, "You have to go all out against me!"

Li Yuncong smiled lightly: "I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"

The man in the white shirt said softly: "Wang Baorong." Let's shoot!"

Li Yuncong said with a smile: "It's better for Your Excellency first!"

Wang Baorong sighed lightly. The figure flickered, and he had vanished from the spot. In a trance, the sword shadow flashed, and an extremely strong murderous aura was fleeting. The next moment, he was still standing there lazily, holding a sword in his hand. The old scabbard and the satin wrapped around the hilt were just as old, and there was nothing special about it. But everyone present knew that the sword in the old scabbard was terrifyingly sharp.

Li Yuncong fell down slowly, and there was a shallow blood mark on his throat. His face was full of horror, but there was a trace of remorse in his eyes.

At the World Heroes Conference, the first person to die in battle fell, but it will never be the last.

"Yun Cong!" With a heart-rending shout, a man in a green shirt with a majestic figure jumped into the ring.

The man in the green shirt is named Li Yunyi, and he is Li Yuncong's senior brother. The two have grown up together since childhood, are close and like brothers.

"Yunyi, come back quickly!" On the seat of the Wudang faction, an old man in a green shirt with a fairy wind and bones was anxious.

Li Yunyi didn't look back. He remembered the happy times he had spent with his junior brother, and the pictures kept coming back to his mind, lingering and becoming clearer. He stared at Wang Baorong, his gaze gradually becoming cold, full of killing intent.

Wang Baorong smiled bitterly: "I think, you should listen to your family's words, go back quickly!"

Li Yunyi was furious, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's take your life!" Before the words fell, he stabbed out with a sword, and his momentum was majestic.

Although this sword is strong, it is full of flaws. How can you be so confused in the battle of masters?

Wang Baorong shook his head slightly, and sighed softly.

Yan Shan was horrified, this Wang Baorong's speed was simply terrifying. Move to your opponent's side like a ghost, draw your sword, slash, sheath, and return to your original position. This series of actions is completed almost instantaneously. At the moment of slashing, the murderous aura was fleeting, and the sword body seemed to exude an extremely terrifying aura.

The next moment, Wang Baorong was still standing there lazily, holding a sword in his hand. The old scabbard and the satin wrapped around the hilt were just as old, and there was nothing special about it. But everyone present knew that the sword in the old scabbard was terrifyingly sharp.

Li Yunyi also fell down slowly, falling beside Li Yuncong, and there was a shallow blood mark on his throat. His eyes widened, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger. But so what?

At this time, a lonely voice muttered: "Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor." The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. What an immortal sword! What a Wang Baorong!" I don't know where it comes from, but it seems to sound directly in the depths of everyone's heart, and it has a power that shocks the soul.

Wang Baorong's heart trembled, looked at the seat of the Wudang faction, and said in a deep voice: "Wudang really lives up to its reputation, there is such a young master! Why don't Your Excellency go to the stage to fight?"

Before the words fell, the figure flew by. A handsome and handsome man in a green shirt landed lightly in the ring without making a sound. This man in green shirt is Zhang Sheng, the first master of the young generation of Wudang, who is only twenty-two years old, and he can compete with the elders of various factions, and his martial arts cultivation can be imagined.

Zhang Sheng held a wooden sword, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and said indifferently: "I didn't want to make a move, but if you kill two of my fellow disciples, it's too vicious!"

Wang Baorong smiled lightly: "Those two people, one is self-righteous and careless, and the other is emotional, impulsive and reckless. Even if I don't kill, sooner or later I'll die at someone else's hands, what do you think?"

Zhang Sheng said lightly: "In your eyes, is human life so arbitrary?"

Wang Baorong said with a smile: "The moment you step into the ring, you must be ready to accept death. So do I. Your martial arts cultivation is indeed higher than mine, but I am confident that even if I can't win, I can protect myself. ”

Zhang Sheng shook his head slightly and said, "Let's fight!"

Wang Baorong knew in his heart that this opponent was unfathomable, and if he killed the opponent like he did just now, it would definitely be looking for death. His intuition told him that his opponent was strong, terrifyingly strong. However, with the Immortal Sword in his hand, he has nothing to fear.

A sword of immortality, forged by thousands of years of dark iron, is not a masterpiece of a famous artist, and it has been unknown for a hundred years. Later, a martial artist armed with an immortal sword carried out a bloody killing. Since then, the Immortal Sword has become famous. It was meant to be a sword of killing.

The sword in the old scabbard had been pulled out, faint rust, faint blood, and there was faint blood-colored sword qi surrounding the sword. It is not good-looking, but it has a chill that goes straight to the heart, exuding an extremely terrifying aura. Wang Baorong's body suddenly jumped out, like an arrow off the string.

Zhang Sheng's expression was indifferent, and the wooden sword in his hand slowly slashed across the sky, and his every move was clearly visible. The tip of the sword crossed, and the trajectory formed an arc.

The lightning-fast sword stabbed at it, but it happened to pierce on this arc, which was really weird.

Wang Baorong's body turned rapidly, and he stabbed several swords in a row.

Zhang Sheng is as immobile as a mountain. The wooden sword still slowly slashed across the sky, no matter how fast the Changsheng sword was, every time it stabbed, there would always be an arc to block it.

Under such a disadvantage, Wang Baorong is not afraid at all. Only at the critical moment of life and death can the potential of the Immortal Sword be unleashed. The speed at which he swung his sword became faster and faster, and it rained down on Zhang Sheng like a rain of swords.

Zhang Sheng's heart is as calm as water. The wooden sword was still slow, but it no longer crossed the sky, but went straight from one point to another, without the slightest trajectory or interval. The arcs were intertwined into a net in front of Zhang Sheng, which was indestructible. Suddenly, this net spread out in all directions, and each arc turned into a circle of ripples, and the sword qi spread away.

This rippling sword qi seemed to be slow, but it was instantaneous.

Wang Baorong's eyes became cold, his expression was indifferent, and a terrifying murderous aura protected his whole body. The Immortal Sword stabbed out, and the blood-colored sword qi soared, like a violent wind, more like thunder, frantically surging towards Zhang Sheng.

The ripple sword qi was extremely sharp, leaving several bloody scars on Wang Baorong's body. The Immortal Sword was unstoppable, breaking through the net. The two swords struck each other, the wooden sword broke, and Wang Baorong's body was shocked and flew out and fell into the ring.

Zhang Sheng looked at the broken wooden sword in his hand and was silent.

Wang Baorong's figure flashed and disappeared into the crowd.