Xingyao was about to speak, but when he saw the wind relentlessly, he shook his footsteps, held a long sword, turned into an afterimage, and swept towards Xingyao again.

Xingyao shook his head helplessly.

For a while, the sword shadow was all over the sky, the gang qi was rampant, and the sword qi crisscrossed one after another, and the rain in the center of the ring was shaken into mist by the sword qi before it fell to the ground.

The sword light flickered for a moment, and then suddenly stopped.

Xingyao and Feng's ruthless bodies staggered again, and the center of the ring was quiet again.

I saw that the blade of the Xingyao Long Sword was full of blood.

At this moment, Feng Ruthless's right hand, left hand, legs, and waist already had more than a dozen sword marks, although they were all skin wounds, but they were constantly dripping with blood.

And the wind ruthlessly held the long sword tightly in his right hand and refused to let it go.

The two stood with their backs to each other, and Xingyao asked again, "Is it really that important to win or lose?"

"I just don't want to lose to you stinky men. The wind said coldly.

You just don't want to lose to a man?

The wind ruthlessly turned around slowly, and Xingyao slowly turned around.

The four eyes were facing each other, and the wind's ruthless eyes were still as cold as frost, they were cold and lonely eyes.

Feng Ruthless just wanted to swing the long sword in his hand, but heard Xingyao suddenly say, "I admit defeat!"

After speaking, the silver light flashed, and the long sword in Xingyao's hand was already in the sheath.

Admitting defeat, a real warrior admitting defeat, it takes a lot of courage, on the rivers and lakes, many people die in duels, why? It is because they do not admit defeat, they have to defend their dignity.

Now, Xingyao has admitted defeat, he doesn't know if he is right to admit defeat at this moment, because he is a coward?

No.

Xingyao knows very well that he is not a coward.

So why should you throw in the towel?

He didn't know, he just knew that he should throw in the towel at this moment.

There was a sudden silence around the ring for a moment, and then there was a lot of discussion.

"Waste"

"Coward"

"Actually admitting defeat to a woman for no apparent reason, or not a man"

"If you want to admit defeat, don't come to the competition"

"You don't deserve to be a swordsman"

The endless discussion kept ringing in his ears, hitting the depths of Xingyao's heart fiercely.

The rain is still falling, and it is getting heavier and heavier, and the whole ring is misty and rainy, and the whole Luosongpo is misty and rainy.

Feng Ruthless seemed to be tired, she saw that her body was full of red blood, so tired, she felt that she had no strength, the long sword in her hand gradually fell to the ground, and the person gradually softened, and she was about to fall, Xingyao flashed, supported her, picked up the soft sword on the ground, and then picked her up, walked slowly off the ring, and gradually disappeared into the vast rain and fog.

Under the ring, Guihai smiled slightly: "Xingyao won." ”

Originally, Xingyao could have won, but he admitted defeat. Hua Yuxuan smiled.

"No, no, no. Gui Hai shook his head with a smile: "Xingyao lost the game, but he won the person. ”

Hua Yuxuan thought quietly for a moment, and suddenly understood the meaning of Guihai's words, and frowned slightly: "Guihai head, please take care of your disciples, ruthless is the next head of the Yunxiao faction, she and Xingyao are impossible, you tell Xingyao that kid don't be delusional." ”

Guihai smiled slightly: "I never restrain my disciples, as long as they do the right thing, I will support it." ”

"You" Hua Yuxuan has been with you for a long time, and she didn't know how to refute it, so she had to flick her long sleeves and leave angrily.

In the ring, Elder Liu smiled slightly and said: "The luckiest No. 75 player in the first round is Jiangnan Light Sword, Mo Yulin, he will directly enter the next round of the competition, okay everyone, this sword venerable battle, the first round, is over." ”

It came quickly, dispersed faster, and a quarter of an hour passed, and there was no one around the ring anymore.

Baili Xingfeng took Beitang Feixue's little hand and slowly walked outside.

"Which inn are you going back to?" asked Baili Xingfeng.

"Where did you live?"

"Joy Inn. ”

Beitang Feixue shook her head: "There are too many people in Yuelai Inn, let's go back to the small inn, the nameless inn we used to live in is quiet there, there are fewer people and the air is good, you can cook and eat by yourself if you say hello to the cook." ”

Baili Xingfeng nodded: "Sounds very good, okay, go back to the small inn and go." ”

"Carry me. ”

"You're better at martial arts than me now, and you can run faster than me. ”

"No matter, I want you to carry me, no one will see it on the road anyway. ”

"Okay, come on, come on, wow, you're heavier than a little white pig. ”

"You hate"

The abyss is bottomless, and there is no life.

However, at the bottom of the cliff, there are dozens of houses, either magnificent, deep and dark, fresh and chic, or unpretentious.

Beitang Qiuhong moved lightly and slowly walked into a large deep room.

Looking at it, the purple dress is always so noble and elegant, but Beitang Qiuhong's walking posture is more elegant, the distance of each step is just one foot six inches, the steps are very light and steady, and there is no sound when the footsteps land.

"Is there any progress?" Beitang Qiuhong's cold voice slowly drifted through the room.

"See the Master!"

As soon as they heard this voice, the four men in black knelt on the ground and saluted at the same time, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"Get up. Beitang Qiuhong said coldly.

An old man arched his hand and said, "Sect Master, we have worked hard, but what can we do?"

"Bang!"

Beitang Qiuhong turned around suddenly, and suddenly a powerful coercion was released, shaking the old man out of the room.

Beitang Qiuhong stared coldly at the remaining three black-clothed people: "Within a year, refining the Life-Continuation Pill, maybe, I can't wait for a year, in short, the sooner the better." ”

The first of the three took a step forward, saluted Beitang Qiu Hong again, and said, "Sect Master, it's not that we don't work hard enough, but that the medicinal materials are not enough. "He joined the Heavenly Cult in recent years, his name is Yebei, one of the nine envoy pavilions, he is good at medical skills, and the twelve golden needles can bring people back to life, or they can kill people instantly.

"Not enough?" Beitang Qiuhong didn't frown slightly: "How many medicines are missing?"

Yebei said: "Four flavors." ”

"Which four flavors?" asked Kitado Qiuhong.

"Tianshan Snow Lotus, Ganoderma lucidum grass, hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, and Longdan. ”

Beitang Qiuhong frowned slightly: "Tianshan Snow Lotus, Ganoderma lucidum grass, and hundred-year-old mountain ginseng are not a difficult thing, but this Dragon Pill, where to find it? ”