After a few fights, Bu Qianhuai's eyes became more and more cautious, he never expected that the first martial arts had such strength, this is only a swordsman, if all the martial artists in the world come to compete, then how terrifying, after all, it is to underestimate the world.

In the end, the winner turned out to be a woman who had just reached her first year, and she had such kung fu at such a young age, and she was afraid that there would be a big family and a big power in the future.

No longer paying attention, Bu Qianhuai also took a full breath, and Shan Feng did not turn into a maple leaf from beginning to end, but held it in his hand.

With the final Chu Wu leaving the field, all the days after the competition also silently took a step forward. Sweeping left and right, there are about sixty people, half of them are strong on the list, and more than half of them are not on the current list, but they are also the peak of cultivation the day after tomorrow, but they are just past their age. So Bu Qianhuai doesn't underestimate anyone. Although he doesn't underestimate anyone, Bu Qianhuai is not afraid of fighting, and he competes with swords, so he can't use his fists, an unwritten rule, but Bu Qianhuai still understands it.

Seeing a few people take the lead in entering, Bu Qianhuai also walked proudly, and when he walked to the edge, he also felt a trace of sword qi passing by, but when the true qi was mentioned, the feeling of discomfort was fleeting, and he stepped in directly.

Ten people, a full seven people on the list.

Eighty-two, Tibetan Sword Villa's 'sword does not smile at Cang' Cang Mo smiled.

Twenty-seven, Wuji Sword Sect's 'Tianhe Sword' Qian San.

Sixty-seven, the endless sword sea 'Night Rain Sword' Xiao Xiaosheng.

Fourteen, the gentleman Tianya Peak, the great Confucian, Hengming dust-free.

Fifty-three, scattered cultivation 'sword in the rain' rain without a sword

Thirteen, Gale Sword Sect, 'Little Wind Sword Monarch' Zhong Wuya.

Take out yourself, a total of seven contemporary people in the world. In addition, there are three others, all of whom are swordsmen at the pinnacle of the day after tomorrow.

However, the seven of them glanced at each other, and then looked at the three strong men who were not on the list very tacitly. Obviously, although it may be the list of the previous generation, or it is just that it is not listed in the list because of the late learning of martial arts, it is not a person of the same era after all, and it is naturally xenophobic.

Cang Moxiao took the lead in making a move, and a short sword stabbed at one person like the wind, and the three people were also forced to stand on the united front, and they shot one after another. Seven people shot one after another, but after ten breaths, one of them was defeated, but the swordsman was unyielding, even so, the last person was under the hands of seven people who received a total of more than a dozen moves before they were unwilling to drink defeat and withdraw. At the moment when the man withdrew, Bu Qianhuai jumped back, and suddenly a sword rubbed against his clothes. looked at it coldly, and it turned out that Yu Wujian was slashing horizontally, but after a moment's descent, he found that the scene was suddenly out of control, and the masters of the human list fought one after another, attacking the person closest to him, or facing each other, or three people twisting together.

"What a quick response...... Rain, Drift Zero!"

When the words fell, the long sword turned into water, and a water sword fluttered and slashed, accompanied by drops of water, and each drop of water had the full force of the peak of the first martial arts.

Bu Qianhuai was not to be outdone, the maple leaf sword suddenly drew its sword and fought, the blood-red qi was sprinkled all over the audience, the evil was very strange, the right hand secretly lucked the evil dragon, and the strength of the sword suddenly tripled.

"Hmph, blood evil sun!"

Rain and blood, clear and turbid, in a moment, the victory or defeat is already known.

Yu Wujian suddenly flew sideways outside the field, fell to the ground and protruded a mouthful of turbid blood, and then looked at his right hand that was a little trembling: "What the hell, born with divine power?"

And several other people were also shocked by the speed of Bu Qianhuai, and the ranking of the people list was low. After all, the last time he fought against dozens of acquired people, no one mentioned the matter of defeating Ling Yin Yan Pavilion's 'Qin Ming Sword Dance' Yue Jiuchen with one blow, so big and inherent, who cares about his acquired martial arts. Naturally, he only knew that Bu Qianhuai's strength was enough to shock Zhang He, who was originally seventy. But now it seems that it is not simple.

Cang Mo smiled, Qian San, and cooperated with Hengming Wuchen at the same time, while Zhong Wuya drew his sword and looked around, and nodded secretly when he saw Bu Qianhuai's gaze.

Zhong Wuya took the lead in the void and waved his hand: "Please!"

Holding the maple leaf that had not yet been sheathed, he also nodded: "Please." ”

Zhong Wuya slowly touched the long sword in his hand, but with a sound, the sword was like a sharp wind, whistling.

"Gale swordsmanship, the first sword!" "The long sword is like a long wind, the sword has not arrived, the wind has blown, and the cold sword stabbed with the cold wind, extremely fast, extremely ruthless.

With a wave of the Maple Leaf Sword, the true qi in his body burst out, and Xuan Binggang carried the blood-red qi vigorously, blocking the comer.

The tip of the sword and the blade of the sword intersected, and the two of them remained motionless.

"It's a lot of blood!" Zhong Wuya said with a smile.

Bu Qianhuai's eyes suddenly widened: "No!"

As soon as the word came out, I saw that Zhong Wuya's sword body suddenly burst out of several cold winds, straight through.

With a bang, Bu Qianhuai suddenly stepped back sharply, and the maple leaf sword in his right hand slashed into the distance of a finger on the bottom, and took a few steps back before he could barely stabilize his figure.

Zhong Wuya smiled again, his left hand condensed, and the long sword in his right hand turned around, and there was an inexplicable wind surrounding the sword.

"Gale Sword Technique, Second Sword!"

Bu Qianhuai's eyes were cold, and the blood evil penetrated Japan is the move of the knife technique, regardless of the others, the single-edged knife style, and the evil atmosphere was all around.

Raise your hand, the blood is vertical and horizontal, like a knife slashing, and the blood is evil!

Zhong Wuya put away his smile, his eyes narrowed, his teeth were bitten lightly, and when he turned around, the wind on the sword suddenly burst out of the sword, breaking out like true qi.

A sword slashed the wind, but Zhong Wuya didn't have any expression, but changed his sword and left hand.

"Gale Sword Technique, Eighth Sword. ”

Suddenly, Zhong Wuya's body was as ethereal as the wind, his sword was like the wind, and his body was like the wind. fluttering like a legacy and independent, feathering and ascending to the immortal.

Fast is the only thought in Bu Qianhuai's mind.

Gritting his teeth, he knew that his blood evil was absolutely useless, so he could only directly take out the pressure box martial arts.

Free hands, horizontal sword

"Triplicate...... Be careful!"

It's a kind of attention that has been acquired a long time ago.

Extreme fast, different swords, distinct martial arts, and a doomed ending, at this moment, it is even more very.

On the gray ground, a touch of red appeared, Zhong Wuya's sword pointed directly at Bu Qianhuai's throat, only a finger's width away, however, Bu Qianhuai's sword was inserted into Zhong Wuya's heart, a finger's width of the distance. It's not fatal, but it's heartbreaking.

At the same time, Zhong Wuya still smiled, but he was a little bitter: "Your Excellency, good skills! I really admire this last sword!"

Bu Qianhuai hurriedly shook his head and said, "If it weren't for this sword, I would definitely not be your opponent." ”

"I wish you good luck and prosperity. With that, he jumped straight and left the arena.