Knowing the rules very well, he killed Zhao Tingfeng, and the cloak man stood still in place, and asked lightly, "Who else?"

Looking at Zhao Tingfeng's head still on the ground, looking at the blood flowing into a patch, no one dared to respond to his words.

The first one went unanswered, and he continued to shout the second, "Who else?"

At this time, another person came out of the crowd, a man who was not too old, average-looking, and also had a knife hanging from his waist, but only in the early stage of the Xiaocheng realm.

His breath was quite calm, and there was a taste of death, and he strode over to the cloaked man and stood still, glaring at the cloaked man angrily.

Zhao Tingfeng was already dead, so Ji Qianjue asked the man in black to carry Zhao Tingfeng's body down, but the man shouted, "Stop, put him down!"

The man in black immediately stopped, and the two eyes that were exposed looked at the man suspiciously, not knowing what he meant.

The man said in a loud voice: "My name is Zhao Tinglei, his younger brother, if I can't avenge my brother, then carry our corpses out together!"

After listening to Zhao Tinglei's words, the men in black went to Ji Qianjue together to ask for his opinion, and Ji Qianjue clapped his hands with a smile and said, "Avenge my brother, have courage, I look forward to your fight!"

After speaking, he nodded to the man in black, and the man in black retreated together, leaving Zhao Tingfeng's body here.

Walking to Zhao Tingfeng's side, Zhao Tinglei took the knife in his hand, and at the same time pulled out the short knife on his waist that was almost identical.

Seeing these two knives, it is basically certain that Zhao Tinglei is not lying, he is indeed Zhao Tingfeng's younger brother.

The long sword slowly moved to his side, and the cloaked man stared at Zhao Tinglei with a cold light, and said word by word: "Are you okay?"

Starting with the double knife, Zhao Tinglei put on a charging posture, bowed with one leg behind him, and was ready to rush out at any time.

The black cloak was windless, and the long sword in his hand had a terrifying slight glow exposed, and the cloaked man stood in place, as if waiting for Zhao Tinglei to strike first.

After a stalemate, Zhao Tinglei finally couldn't wait, and roared like a beast in his mouth, and his body was like an off-string arrow, shooting towards the cloaked man.

After getting close to the length of his two arms, Zhao Tinglei stomped hard under his feet, and at the same time spread his arms, like an eagle, and the short knife shining with cold light in his hands was like the claws of an eagle.

"Die!"

The sound fell like thunder, although the strength is not as strong as Zhao Tingfeng, but Zhao Tinglei's momentum of seeing death as if he was at home is even stronger than Zhao Tingfeng.

With a movement of his arms, like rain, the double knives in Zhao Tinglei's hands stabbed down wildly, and in an instant, a piece of knife light stabbed out, almost impermeable.

At the same time as Zhao Tinglei made a move, the long sword in the cloaked man's hand began to block, and when the long sword provoked, it blocked all Zhao Tinglei's attacks.

For a while, the sound of swords and swords clanging was endless.

The two sides fought with all their might, between blocking and stabbing, forty moves passed in a blink of an eye.

When the bayonet entered the late stage, Zhao Tinglei's move changed, the short knife in his hand stopped, and the fierce stab pierced the heart of the cloaked man.

Zhao Tinglei was condescending and occupied the advantage of the position, and this stab was even more swift, but it was simply nonsense to use this move alone to defeat the block made by the cloaked man's long sword.

As soon as the long sword dangling in front of him stopped, a sharp qi that could bring a sharp stinging sensation erupted from his sword, and the long sword was silent, instantly piercing Zhao Tinglei's arm.

At this point, Zhao Tinglei was actually defeated, but not only did he not have the frustration of losing a move on his face, but more of a fanaticism, because his move was a plan.

The moment his arm was pierced by the long sword, the other short knife he had stopped on the side moved and slashed towards the cloak man's door.

This split was extremely ferocious, and if the cloaked man couldn't dodge, he would definitely be hacked to death by Zhao Tinglei.

If the cloaked man had two hands, maybe he could use his strength to crush it at this time and resist it with one hand, but he only had one hand!

The reaction was also fast, and the cloaked man immediately chose to give up the long sword in his hand, and his body pulled away from the rear.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't move beyond the distance of Zhao Tinglei's arm in an instant, and the knife still slashed at his face, splitting his black cloak.

The figure stepped back, and the cloaked man fell to his knees, his only hand pressing his face, blood gushing out, and a deformed roar coming from his mouth.

Beneath the cloak was a face I had never seen before, and now it was left with a horrific scar that almost split it in half.

Looking at this face, the familiarity in my heart has inexplicably increased, as if I really know this person who was stabbed in the face and could still get away with it.

With a hideous smile on his face, Zhao Tinglei pulled out the sword that had pierced his arm and threw it aside, regardless of the continuous bleeding from the wound, he took the short knife and walked over to the cloaked man.

The cloaked man seemed to be crazy in pain, just covering his wound and roaring, ignoring Zhao Tinglei who was standing in front of him.

Condescendingly, Zhao Tinglei raised the short knife in his hand high, and roared happily: "Brother, my brother has avenged you!"

As he shouted, he stabbed down with a short knife in his hand, stabbing the back of the cloaked man's neck.

Seeing this scene, I only sighed in my heart, it's over, Zhao Tinglei is finished!

Patronizing revenge, Zhao Tinglei, a fool, actually forgot that the other party was a high-level existence in the Xiaocheng realm, how could he be killed by him so easily.

When Zhao Tinglei passed, I already felt that the energy on the cloaked man was beginning to condense, and a rather powerful move had begun to brew, but Zhao Tinglei, who was walking towards death step by step, was unaware.

Before the short knife in Zhao Tinglei's hand was stabbed, a frenzied sword aura had erupted from the cloaked man's body, and his figure flashed into the sky, his fingers condensed, and a sword blade was condensed with his own blood.

At the same time as the figure retreated, the blood blade in his hand slashed down violently from above, and in the snort, it seemed to split the sky.

When his body finally landed, he fell to one knee on the ground, and with all his strength knocked out a groove on the ground, and the fine crack extended not far from all around.

The hand of the coagulated blade slowly hung down to his side, and the blood flowed out of his fingers, forming a picture made of blood.

And Zhao Tinglei, the arm that was originally going to be stabbed slowly fell, and the short knife bell in his hand was inserted into the ground with a bang, and his body fell to the ground like a rag bag.

Seeing the result of the competition between the two, no one present spoke, and finally Ji Qianjue's applause woke everyone up.

"Haha, wonderful, wonderful......"

In his admiration, the man in black who had retreated earlier came up again and moved the bodies of the two brothers away according to Zhao Tinglei's words.

Hearing this, everyone else sneered, or didn't know if they should laugh with Ji Qianjue.

With a roar in his mouth, the cloaked man slowly moved over, picked up the long sword thrown on the ground, stood up with his sword propped up, and said in a cold voice: "Who else?"

He probably didn't know that his voice was like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell just now, and the sound full of horror made people feel cold.

"Who else?"

The second time he asked, no one had the guts to fight this ghost-like person.

"Who else!"

Finally, after three questions, no one dared to talk, so the cloaked man won the first place among the one hundred and eight people.

Dragging his sword, the cloaked man looked like a wounded wolf, hunched over, slowly retreating to the side, his face and hands still flowing, dragging out two long lines of blood on the ground.

It seems that the death battle just now made many people frightened, and no one came up to compete for this second place for half a day.

After waiting for a while, Ji Qianjue seemed to be impatient to wait, and asked: "No one dares to come out to compete for this second place, I originally thought that there were many heroes in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that there were some people who were greedy for life and afraid of death!"

I don't care what he says, but a lot of people can't care.

"I'll be the second one!"

After the voice shouted, a thin man with a spear on his back appeared in front of everyone, his strength was comparable to the realm of Xiaocheng, as if he had just broken through to the realm of Xiaocheng, and he was still a little vain.

Sensing this man's strength, many people whose strength was at the high level of the Xiaocheng realm laughed, as if they were laughing at this man for not knowing life or death.

Indeed, ordinary people come here with the strength that has just reached the realm of Xiaocheng, which is tantamount to looking for death.

But when this man came up, my perception couldn't help but move, because this man gave me the feeling that he was a gun, a gun that stood proudly in the sky.

After standing in the center, an extremely tragic battle intent was released from this man, making those who laughed at him immediately put away their laughter.

"Who's coming!"

As soon as the words came out, the sound was like thunder, and it raised the man's fighting spirit to a new height, with an invincible charm.

As if stunned by this fighting spirit, no one in the audience spoke, and the man then let out a second voice, "Who's coming!"

At this time, a sturdy man who had previously laughed at the peak of the condensation realm and the half-step small success realm came out.

"I'm here, you're just worthy of Xiaocheng, see how I kill you in half a step!"

For this half-step Xiaocheng realm swordsman to come out, I also have a bit of a strange feeling in my heart.

Knowing that the other party has reached the realm of Xiaocheng, even if the foundation is unstable, it is still the realm of Xiaocheng, and he himself is still jumping out of this half-step Xiaocheng realm, and he can't find death!

However, I also think about it like this, since he dares to come out, there should still be hole cards, maybe this guy really killed those worse Xiaocheng realms with the strength of the half-step Xiaocheng realm before.

But this time he is facing this gunman, this very extraordinary gunman, and I am not very optimistic about him.

It is a good thing for a person to be confident in his own strength, but once this self-confidence is excessive, it is really not a good thing, but a big bad thing, or a bad thing that is easy to kill people.

Standing against each other from afar, the spearman shouted: "I am a nameless person who will not die under the spear, and report my name!"

The swordsman sneered and said, "Remember, the person who killed you is called Lu Mingfeng!"

After speaking, the sword on the swordsman's waist was unsheathed, and the aura on his body became sharp, as if a sword qi could cut the spear Luo Rulie in half.

After Lu Mingfeng took out his sword, Luo Rulie no longer looked at him, but slowly took off the spear on his back, and his movements were very solemn, as if he was carrying out a sacrifice that could not be disturbed.

I have a feeling that this Luo Rulie's spear has a soul, and when the spear is set up by his arm, the sharp intent on the spear merges with his own battle intent, and evolves into an uncontrollable killing intent.

It seems that as long as this killing intent lasts forever, he Luo Rulie will dare to fight with the sky.

Luo Rulie is a real spearman, even a more pure gunman than me, a swordsman.

For guns, he regards them as life, there is nothing else besides guns, he only practices guns, and only guns, without guns, there is no him, guns are in people, guns destroy people, and people die.

When I stood with a gun, the aura on his body was completely restricted, and when I felt everything about him deeply, it was like sensing a bloodthirsty beast, an extremely dangerous tiger wolf.

There was a strong murderous intent brewing in his eyes, Luo Rulie stared at Lu Mingfeng and shouted, "Kill!"

At the same time as he shouted, he had already stepped towards Lu Mingfeng and stabbed out with a shot.

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To be continued...... [.]