The icy raindrops fell sparsely on the ring, and the crowd exuded a faint chill, which made everyone present a little more sober.

Every time a person dies, there will be a brief silence around the entire ring, and this time is no exception, when Yu Wenyu's body was carried away by the people of the Luosong Inn, there was gradually a discussion around him.

Few people know that Yuwenyu is a member of the Heavenly Cult, so Yuwenyu is dead, and some people still feel that it is a pity, which is really ridiculous in the eyes of the Seven Great Sects.

Maybe too much time has passed, and many people have forgotten about the Heavenly Cult, after all, the last time the Heavenly Cult was in turmoil, it was 300 years ago, and in the past 300 years, too many changes have taken place, people are changing, things are changing, and the rivers and lakes are changing all the time.

However, the Seven Great Sects knew that the appearance of the Heavenly Cult in this Sword Venerable Battle was just the beginning, and it would not be long before the people of the entire Jianghu would think of the Heavenly Cult.

Guihai's shocked face once again appeared worried, two months ago, he asked the Seven Great Sects not to come to Chang'an, and even told them to let the disciples of the Seven Star Sect stay in the Seven Star Rock well, who knew that everyone did not listen to the persuasion, and the Seven Great Sects came.

In previous games, they were all point-to-point, even if there were casualties and accidents, but in this game, more than a dozen people have died, and this seems to be just the beginning.

The sky was gloomy and there was no light in sight, and such weather did not seem to bode well.

"Contestant No. 3, enter. ”

Yuwen Ying's figure flickered, turned into an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the center of the ring, at this moment, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of resentment, as if he was extremely angry.

Immediately after, a sturdy swordsman in Tsing Yi stood opposite Yu Wenying.

"Point Cangpai, Liu Wansong. ”

Yu Wenying's eyes were cold, he gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "You are also from the Seven Great Sects, very good, very good, I will take your head to worship my brother's spirit in the sky." ”

Liu Wansong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Your brother? It was your brother who died just now? In this way, you are also the dog thief of the cult that day." ”

"Bold!" Yu Wenyu snorted coldly: "Little nameless rat generation, you dare to insult the prestige of my Heavenly God Sect and seek death!"

I saw Yu Wenying flick his hands, two cold lights flashed, and the two short swords were already in his hands, exuding a cold and piercing cold air.

At the same time, Liu Wansong also swished out the long sword behind his back, and between the long sword dances, the sword light is swirling, and the sharpness is compelling.

When the so-called enemies meet, they are very red-eyed. Needless to say, the two of them rushed towards each other with a wave of anger and momentum.

"When !! 呲呲呲"

The two swords are intertwined, sparks are shining, unexpectedly, they can also make sparks appear in the rain, which shows how strong these two swords are.

A long sword, a short sword, made a piercing grinding sound.

The two swords intertwined, and the bodies of the two also staggered, but both of them turned around instantly, and in the blink of an eye, they swung several swords.

"Ding Ding Ding"

A series of collisions sounded, Yuwen Ying made it a short sword, the most suitable for close combat, only to see his two swords waving, leaving a sword shadow in front of him, and it was impossible to see which of his swords was real and which sword was fake.

Sitting in the distance watching the battle, the eyes of the hundred miles of Xingfeng condensed, this Yuwenying's swordsmanship, and the ghost swordsmanship of the Helian Flying Tiger are quite similar, all of them are expensive in a fast word, so fast that the opponent can not distinguish, fast enough to swing a sword when ten swords, but true and false, false and true, the true and false, the true and the true, the shape of the ever-changing, the ever-changing and the unchanged, any swordsmanship has more or less a flaw, as long as you can find out that flaw, it will be the critical moment to decide the victory.

"Boom"

A violent roar sounded, and the sword shadow in the sky instantly turned into nothing, and the bodies of the two were instantly separated.

The corners of Liu Wansong's mouth overflowed with a hint of red, it seems that in order to crack Yuwenying's fast sword, Liu Wansong still paid a certain price.

The corners of Yu Wenying's mouth, who were standing in the distance, suddenly flashed a hideous color, revealing a cold smile.

Liu Wansong's heart suddenly missed a beat, and a hint of ominous premonition came to his heart.

I saw that Yu Wenying's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and around Yu Wenyu's body, an invisible murderous aura instantly permeated, and his hair suddenly spread out, weird and evil.

Baili Xingfeng's face changed slightly, could it be that he went mad? But it wasn't like it, because Yu Wenying was still sober. Wait, sober-minded madness? What's the situation? Even if you are calm, you only feel that your brain is a little messy at the moment, and you are sober when you go mad?

Liu Wansong on the other side also shrank his pupils, feeling incredible, Yu Wenying actually went crazy, is this going to commit suicide? However, he seems to be awake. What is going on? Liu Wansong looked puzzled, this was completely beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

However, the head of the Seven Great Sects changed color in an instant, and they suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating in the rivers and lakes for a long time, it is said that some people in the Heavenly Cult can turn their eyes red, as if they have gone mad, but they are not going mad, because their minds are sober, and at this time, their strength will be instantly raised to another height.

Around the ring, Beitang Qiuhong and several old men in black cloaks showed a knowing smile on their faces.

"Unexpectedly, there is another talent in my teaching. Beitang Qiuhong's face unconsciously showed a faint smile.

After Yu Wenying's eyes turned into a strange scarlet, a bloodthirsty cold smile suddenly flashed at the corner of his mouth, and then his toes touched the ground, instantly turning into an afterimage and swept towards Liu Wansong.

Liu Wansong held the long sword in his hand, and just wanted to swing the sword, but his pupils suddenly shrank.

Because, Yuwenying is gone.

"Uh!" Liu Wansong suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked down, he suddenly saw a three-inch sword blade piercing out of his chest.

The people around the ring were amazed, what a fast sword!

It turned out that Yuwenying was not gone, but the speed was too fast, so fast that it couldn't be seen clearly.

The corners of Liu Wansong's mouth overflowed with a hint of red again, and then slowly fell to the ground.

After Yu Wenying stabbed out this sword, he also sat on the ground weakly in an instant, gasping for breath, as if he had collapsed.

Everyone suddenly found that Yu Wenying's eyes had returned to normal, and they were no longer the weird scarlet.