If the paint-clothed man who claimed to be Ruan Zhen first came on stage, the spectators in the audience were only slightly shocked because of his completely different appearance methods - then, the next moment when he and the purple robe clasped each other fists and saluted, everyone's round mouths were even though they had eaten a large mouthful of yellow sand, but they never closed them again.

This is not because of the fuss and fuss of the people who have watched the battle of Qimen Martial Arts, but this lacquer-clothed Ruan Zhen has a murderous aura since the blade in his hand was unsheathed, and he stabbed the purple robe's heart with a sword! 's Qimen footwork, chasing after him, turned out to be a sword aimed directly at the throat of the purple robe!

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience held their breath and did not dare to come out. Although there is not much difference between victory and defeat and life and death in the ring, which is used to dance knives and sticks, but today's ring is a point-to-point competition to recruit relatives, how can there be a murderous thing like this lacquer clothes?

I don't know if this lacquer clothes don't know common sense or lack of tendons, he actually ignored the jaw-dropping appearance of the people around him, and still danced the pitch-black straight knife in his hand as usual, pressing on the purple robe, beckoning him to kill him. And Sima Xiande, who had lost the opportunity, could only continue to retreat around Taiwan at this time, and passed by the cold black blade again and again, struggling to support.

In an instant, the sword and sword on the stage killed the moves, and the audience was cold.

Zhong Liyan, who was in a white dress outside the crowd, still wanted to see with great interest how many catties and taels this purple-robed boy was, and whether he was as cynical as 'Mr. Bai' next to him said - this is good, but he was directly frightened and turned pale, covering his eyes and biting his lip, and he didn't dare to look at it at all.

And the 'Mr. Bai' Wang Manxiu was staring at the lacquered clothes on the stage, and the Qinghe sword in his right hand trembled slightly, and he didn't know if he couldn't help it, or was simply shocked by the strong killing intent on the platform.

Wang Manxiu first stared at the lacquer clothes and counted the swords, then quickly glanced at the purple robe a few times, and then closed his eyes for a while, quickly thinking about something in his heart. Then, his expression was no longer as nervous as he was just now, and he was a little relieved, and he should have seen that although Qi Yi's current cold sword momentum was like a turbulent flood, it was still difficult to overturn the purple robe that looked like a lonely boat - that is, Sima Xiande should still be able to swim for a while at this time.

Then, he looked at the two chairs behind the ring, wanting to see if the owner of the competition today had any moves.

Although I don't know what kind of face the bride has under the red hijab, it can be seen that she no longer sits on her back as comfortably as before, but sits up straight, and talks to her father, who is wearing a gorgeous robe. And the head of the Qin family also nodded immediately, and waved his hand to let the old steward next to the ring quickly trot over.

'Whew...... It seems that this Qin family is quite kind. ’

Wang Manxiu breathed a sigh of relief gently, and the Qinghe Sword in his hand gradually calmed down and no longer trembled.

He looked back at the ring, brushed aside the chaotic moves with his eyes, and looked at the lacquer robe in the ring again carefully and with the eyes of a person in the strange gate.

It was noticed that although the slender lacquer-clothed man was amazingly murderous, he could not see even a single strange look from his face, without resentment, without bitterness and hatred, without being as cold as ice, and without taking pleasure in it. The look on the face of this person who calls himself Ruan Zhen at this moment is the same as the expression of ordinary people when they eat tea and drink porridge at home, the corners of their mouths are not up or down, they seem to be smiling but not smiling, plain and bland, very natural.

And while releasing a terrifying murderous aura and locking his throat with a sword move in his hand, Ruan Zhen, who can maintain such a clear and water-stopping mentality, or at least in his expression, is so calm, obviously does not look like a person who has just stepped into the Qimen.

Wang Manxiu took a breath lightly, carefully carried the inside and outside of his body, and showed his best and only breath seeking technique that he knew, and began to investigate this Ruan Zhen's Qimen cultivation.

Although the white clothes standing at the outermost part of the crowd were about ten zhang away from the ring, and the wound in front of his heart began to sting faintly due to the flow of breath, relying on the experience of fighting against the Qimen Xuanshi in these days, coupled with the strong murderous aura released by the lacquer clothes themselves, Wang Manxiu still easily figured out the Qimen realm of this lacquer clothes.

It's about a big ten.

It is slightly higher than Sima Xiande's half-hundred-hundred-hundred-year-old realm.

But just this lost advantage has almost dissipated in front of the purple robe's 'No. 1 in the Western Regions' body.

Unless......

Wang Manxiu frowned slightly, looking at his dark eyes under the fluttering green silk.

He had never seen the pair of eyes glint with a strange light.

......

First a black light pointed at its collarbone, and then a dark palm stole its heart.

Sima Xiande, who was wrapped in a purple robe, hurriedly widened his eyes, flashed the black light with a sideways retreat, and then drew his sword against the dark palm, and then took a few steps back with his strength, taking the opportunity to breathe again, and once again cast the [Flying Technique], and swept away behind him.

This type of footwork gave it back a three-moment respite.

Sima Xiande immediately stood still, adjusted his sword grip posture with this precious three-moment effort, and locked his eyebrows to prepare for the next wave of attacks that were rapidly approaching. At this moment, although he still looks serious and calm on the outside, he has already complained in his heart, constantly complaining about how he met such a life-urging Yama. Outsiders may not be able to see that although the lacquer-clothed Ruan Zhen's moves in front of him are not as wide open and oppressive as Ni Honglong, but they are really more ruthless than the other, focusing on his ribs, heart, and abdomen, which are difficult to parry, but can kill with one blow, which really makes it more and more difficult for him to dodge.

If it weren't for the fact that this lacquer coat was wearing a red flower on his chest, Sima Xiande would have thought that he was going to send himself down to the Yellow Spring today.

'Well, that's all the matter. ’

Sima Xiande, who was already sweating, let out a long breath, and glanced at the red-makeup bride on the chair, hoping that she would quickly taste the taste of herself at the end of the crossbow.

Fortunately, this time, Qin Yugu sensed his signal and immediately quietly pointed to the old steward on the side of the ring.

I saw that the plainly dressed but very warm old steward was holding a gong in one hand and a small hammer wrapped in red cloth in the other, trotting to the edge of the ring, which seemed to be about to make the two of them stop singing.

Seeing this, Sima Xiande finally breathed a sigh of relief—although he couldn't be completely relieved, after all, whether the lacquer clothes that were rushing in front of him could stop his hand in time was another matter, but at least, as long as he could take his sword unharmed, he should be able to exchange for some rest.

Thinking of this, the purple robe held his breath again, concentrated, and looked back at him.

I saw that the lacquer clothes that came in a hurry suddenly turned his face sideways, and looked at the Qiu Yi steward who was holding a gong and drum, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Then, throw your left arm on the ground.

"[Yin Sui]!"

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