Second Brother Guan, who appeared outside the arena, was so depressed, how could he not think of how he died in his heart? He could only tell himself that he was careless and did not open the Martial Emperor Domain, if he opened the Domain, the other party would be an ant, and he could definitely kill Bai Butong in seconds. This battle is too sad and aggrieved. Second Brother Guan's hatred in his heart! If God gives him another chance, he will definitely seize this opportunity and kill him with a sword at the first opportunity! No, the shame in battle must be washed away by fighting, and I will still fight with you, Kansai roared: "Bai Butong, I don't accept it, we will fight again." ”

However, when Kansai came back to his senses and was ready to fight again, he found that it was too late!

Because on the arena, someone has already gone up.

"This battle is a virtual competitive competition, the two sides of the battle: left, Hu Shi Niang, Ten Star Martial Emperor, right, Bai Butong, Seven Star Martial King, the battle begins, until the opponent admits defeat, or dies to win. Bai Butong is also a little embarrassed at this time, he often sees beautiful women throwing himself into his arms, but he has never seen a girl come to challenge desperately, it is really depressing, not to mention this girl, no, I'm afraid it's a grandmother, she is already a ten-star martial emperor, and she is about to be an emperor-level figure, why is she so self-respecting?

In the face of such a female madman, Bai Butong also felt quite helpless, since he was already standing here, how could there be anything to say? Bai Butong looked at Hu Shi Niang opposite with serious eyes, and slowly gathered all the essence and spirit of the whole body, released the spiritual power within the surrounding ten zhang, and clearly felt the grass and trees, the sand and stones, every cent of vitality and necromantic qi in the air, everything was so kind, just like his own eyes and ears, gradually integrating his spiritual power into the heaven and earth, and feeling the traces of its path. If it weren't for fighting Hu Shi Niang, Bai Butong would have been intoxicated. With the help of everything around, their spiritual power has built an invisible micro-world, although, there is no attack at all, and there is no defense at all, but it can be done through them, the knowledge of oneself and the other mentioned in the mountain swordsmanship, it can be said that it is the best partner of their own swordsmanship, with the prying eyes of this micro-world, their own Hanshan sword will be like a fish in water, and it is easy to swim, which is bound to make their swordsmanship to a higher level.

Feeling the majesty of Hu Shi Niang's body, Bai Butong used his own micro world to spy little by little, wanting to find some undetectable flaws in Hu Shi Niang's body. In order to add a little insignificant chip to his next battle. Feeling Hu Shi Niang's words and deeds, predicting Hu Shi Niang's habitual moves.

The two of them stood quietly on the spot, staring at each other, touching the blades in their hands, their fingers trembling slightly, and every muscle and bone in their bodies seemed to be brewing a terrifying tsunami. The silence before the storm was thick and low, and the atmosphere was very oppressive, so that the surrounding spectators were breathless, and everyone's eyes were round, and they did not dare to blink their eyelids, for fear of missing the most exciting battle if they were not careful.

The two of them are like a pair of lovers who are in love with each other, just staring, motionless, focused and sharp. It's like a beast ready to forage, quietly waiting for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow. Although they were not assassins, and they were not invisible, the evil aura exuded from their bodies shocked everyone, so people knew that these two people crawled out of the pile of dead people, and they didn't know how many bloody battles they had gone through, how much tempering they had gone through between life and death, and how much the world of blood and fire had experienced. Every hair, every look reveals unpredictable danger and murder. This is the temperament that only a regular visitor to the real necromantic realm can have. Although, the battle is very boring, or even no battle at all, however, all the warriors, real warriors, know that this is a real battle, maybe not as good as other battles, but the most exciting battle is about to appear, and everyone who watches has such thoughts.

Although the atmosphere is heavy, the audience is also watching with relish, and the two of them are becoming more and more cautious, and they always have to be full of strength for unknown opponents to find an opportunity to seek a decisive blow. Perhaps, in the end, it will only be those three moves and two styles that will decide the outcome of the battle, but it is definitely the most exciting moment of his own blow. At this time, accumulating combat power, finding flaws, and adjusting the physical and mental state have become the whole of the battle. The momentum is even more restrained, and the realm of the Martial Emperor has not been used, there is no doubt that although Hu Shi Niang knows that Bai Butong is very powerful, but she is confident, but she does not think that Bai Butong has the strength to let her open the realm. Alas, the strong man of the Martial Emperor is so conceited, so capricious, why bother? Bai Butong said in his heart. You don't need to be restrained, you just need to attack with all your might, and you can easily defeat it. Therefore, Hu Shi Niang still underestimated the enemy. However, Bai Butong also did not use a lore blow, and his soul skill could not be easily issued, because it was his trump card. The moment of fighting for his life is his real stage. At this moment, Bai Butong is just a swordsman, the next generation descendant of the old man of Hanshan, and a cultivator of Hanshan. With the sword in your hand, you must win battles again and again to promote the glory of being a swordsman.

Since, neither of them has the idea of desperately, and regular battles are not their style, so there is this incredible scene, fighting without a fight. Like a poisonous snake in the jungle, quietly looking forward to it is the state of mind of the two people at the moment.

The temptation of the eyes ended, the two began to swim, the two of them were like dancing, around the arena, rotating around the center together, Bai Butong's sword has been pulled out, the spiritual power is ready to go, always lock Hu Shi Niang, Hanshan swordsmanship is also constantly brewing in the heart, although there is no fight, but in the mind has made countless possible attacks, there are countless times overturned by their own observations, the opportunity is not good, rash attack will startle the snake, and there is a possibility of falling into the trap of the other party.

Countless possibilities were imagined in their minds, but they were all turned into impossible, so the two of them decided to move and see whose fighting instincts were better in the battle of lightning and fire.

The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, ten, nine, and eight...... until you enter a square circle. At the beginning of the battle between the two, Hu Shi Niang made a pair of snow-bright cold moon double knives, the two short knives were no more than half a meter long, about a person's arm, so it could be easily slipped inside the boots. Thickened alloy handguard, with blood grooves on the blade. Only a few inches in front of the tip of the knife is sharpened, which is conducive to vertical penetration into the human body. Double knife dance, left and right loop, is good-looking, like wearing flowers and butterflies, fish in the water, one static and one moving, one left and one right, echoing before and after, painting a circle around the square, or bending in or straight to take, two knives and one attack and one defense, one up and one down, one fast and one slow, one yin and one yang, two slender and slender hands, this cold moon double knife as if alive, suddenly up and down, the knife light flashes, with a wave of light, like a circle of water lines, beautiful people can't help but indulge, double knife dance, deduce a tear-jerking story, in the moonlight baptism, the protagonist in the story, turned into a fluttering butterfly, passed away with the wind。

Two people with a single sword, a pair of knives, one blow and go, never nostalgic, just like the master of the rotten Ke, take one step to see three steps, do not wait for each move to change the move immediately, ever-changing, a change to meet several changes, you are like this, I deal with it immediately, in short, just like a painter of the abstract school, the comparison is consciousness, what you see is thought, at this moment, fight to the wonderful. The two of them no longer keep their hands, and put all they have learned into play, although they are silent and silent, recruiting and recruiting, but almost all of them are spelling moves, strange or dangerous, there is no trick that is not wonderful, no trick is not whimsy, it can be said that both of them have devoted their talents, completely forgetful, and the moves used are all flying immortals outside the sky, different from before, not like the earth.

The sword is shining, the dragon and the phoenix dance the sword without a trace, the sword moves of the two people are like clouds and mist, and gradually a layer of white fog has risen on the arena, the fog is kind, and the swords of the two are lingering, but there is endless killing power, making it impervious to wind and rain, and splashing water. The fog is getting heavier and heavier, gradually covering the figures of the two people, and the sword light and sword shadow have also become illusory, from which the dragon, tiger and leopard emerge, where the sun, moon and stars appear, as well as the mountains and seas, the clouds and the clouds, the Qionglou Yuyu, the overlapping peaks, the colorful waterfalls, the birds, the beasts, and gradually the space appears illusory world, the world built by the sword light and sword shadow, the two people are no longer warriors, but artists holding brushes and holding guqins, splashing ink, indescribably chic and comfortable, high mountains and flowing water, high and low.

Suddenly, on the top of the mountain, suddenly in the palace of the moon, stepping on the wind of the nine days, stepping on the snow of the mountain, crossing the crystal clear corner of the sea, to find the mysterious end of the sky, the two of them have surpassed the moves, and have become the battle of artistic conception, this is the source of the world, this is the ladder to enter the martial emperor, I don't know if it is because of Hu Shi Niang, or that Bai Butong. In short, this is the creation of these two people, this is the miraculous reproduction of the Tao, in the dangerous arena, the two of them have super high understanding, and they have crossed the threshold that many people can't step in a lifetime in the world that leads to Emperor Wu.

On the arena, two people are fighting endlessly, in each other's artistic conception, the artistic conception of the knife and the artistic conception of the sword, merge with each other, penetrate each other, you only have me, I have you, just as a generation of immortals, Zhao Mengfu and Guan Sheng, the martial saint couple's poem said, "You and I are nong, you are passionate, and the love is hot in many places." Put a piece of clay, twist a you, shape a me. Break the two of us together, mix with water, pinch you again, mold me again, I have you in the mud, you have me in the mud, and you are born in the same coffin, and die in the same coffin. ”

The artistic conception of Bai Butong and Hu Shi Niang's swords is exactly like this, "I have you in the mud, you have me in the mud", which has become an inseparable whole, I have seen a strange world, but I have never seen such a strange world. The two of them can be said to be chess opponents, and they will meet good talents. Here, there is a fight.