As soon as Jing Wuming finished speaking, all the disciples of the other three sects changed their faces. After a while, a reckless man rushed out, making a big move, and slashed down with three knives. These three knives shot extremely fast, and the blades pointed at them were all vital to the person, and once the three knives passed, they had covered Jing Wusheng's upper body. When Jing Wuming saw him slashing, he didn't even look at it, and casually walked through the knife net and grabbed the man's waist. In the midst of everyone's exclamations, they only heard the man's scream, his body flew out upside down, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and he died after only two gentle convulsions. As for how Jing Wuming made a move, no one could see it clearly. Jing Wuming stood up and said coldly, "Who else is coming?" There was no one in the audience to answer for a long time. Several masters who were eager to try before were also like being clicked on the acupoints at this time, and they no longer dared to take half a step forward.

In fact, even the dozen or so senior masters of the Qingzi generation outside the field were silent at this time. The dozen or so people looked at each other, and thought to themselves: "If we want to kill him and hurt him, it will be very easy, just use a 'Five Thunder Technique' or 'Fire Separation Spell' to kill him instantly." But now that it is said that it is a big competition between the disciples of the disciples, how can we make it difficult for us to make it difficult for us? But if we test martial arts, how can a person who cultivates the truth of my generation not cultivate his physique, but how can he be his opponent?"

Jing Wuming stepped forward slowly, and said to the Qingxu Zhenren: "What size is the Dan, the divine weapon, I don't care about it." I came to the Shangqing Palace to cultivate the immortal path and ask the Fa for immortality. Teaching a real person, Jing Wuming has a request, and asks the real person to agree. The expression of the pure void real person remained unchanged, and he still said kindly: "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Jing Wuming nodded, gave a deep bow to Qingxu Zhenren, and said: "Jing Wuming is brave today, and he wants to give up the reward of today's competition, and only want to compete with the inner disciples. If I win today, I will ask the real person to agree and allow me to join the inner door, starting from the small house that does chores and sweeps. If I fail, I'm willing to leave and never set foot in the mountain gate again. ”

When everyone outside the audience heard this, they were all overjoyed, and everyone thought at the same time: "This kid is crazy to become an immortal, and he actually said such things." Don't say that you lose and have nothing, even if you win, the inner door is just one more handyman with strong martial arts. As for apprenticeship, hum, we have dragged on for a hundred and eighty years, and we will consume you to death, so what is there to be afraid of?" Thinking of this, everyone was relieved, and a few people shouted at the moment: "Brother Zhang, this young man's courage is commendable, you might as well let him give it a try." "Yes, this young man is already so powerful in martial arts at a young age, so he is naturally a person with excellent talents. Even if he is taken under his disciples, it will not disgrace the reputation of this faction. ”

The pure and real people listened to the words of the crowd and never said a word. After half an hour, he said to Jing Wuming: "Okay, since all the junior disciples have no objections, then I will give you a chance." Jing has no life, we can't take advantage of you, whether you want to use force or fight, it's all up to you. As long as you win the competition, I will accept you as a disciple of Nagato. With that, he pointed his right hand to the disciples of the two academies and slowly returned to his seat. As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar.

You must know that almost everyone present has a body of mana. If it is a school spell, I am afraid that any disciple who has practiced qi at the fifth or sixth level can easily defeat him. But when it comes to martial arts, although there are many people present, how many of them are his opponents? Everyone thought of giving him a great opportunity for nothing, and they all shook their heads and sighed in unison.

Jing Wuming turned around, and two lines of cold lightning flashed over the disciples. Everyone made eye contact with him, and they couldn't help but lower their heads one after another, for fear that they would accidentally become someone else's substitute for the dead. Jing Wuming sneered slightly, and suddenly a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he pointed at the ordinary from afar and said, "I'll choose him!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned. After a while, a deafening burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the sidelines. There is contempt, contempt, and even a bit of schadenfreude waiting to see a good show. Gu Feng watched coldly, and secretly liked it in his heart: "It's best for this kid surnamed Jing to be ruthless and slaughter this thief surnamed Ping." In this way, there will be no one to compete with me for Senior Sister Shen anymore. Even if the surnamed Jing can't kill him, it's good to be able to cut off his hands and feet. ”

After a long time, the laughter on the sidelines stopped. The disciples were even more like they had received the emperor's amnesty, and they all let out a long sigh of relief. In the crowd, a shrill voice suddenly came out: "You two, one doesn't know the height of the sky, the other is stupid and stupid, but you are really a good pair of opponents, haha, haha!" Jing Wuming heard this, his face turned red, and he looked ordinary and said: "You, are you not comparable?"

Before he could speak, he heard Shen Qingli say hurriedly: "Seventeen, you fool, you are a disciple of the Qi cultivation period, and you have never learned spells seriously, you are definitely not his opponent, you better admit defeat quickly, lest you give your life to the innocent." After a pause, he turned his head and shouted to Qingxuan Zhenren: "Uncle Qingxuan, there are so many senior brothers in the foundation building period under your door, why don't you let them play? This competition is not fair!" Qingxuan Zhenren turned his face away, but he didn't hear it. Shen Tianhe, Meng Feiyan squinted at Qingxuan, and couldn't help sneering slightly. Shen Qingli snorted lightly, turned his head and said to Pingfan: "Seventeen, if you drink him well and compete in the last game, you may not lose to him." ”

When Ping Fan saw Jing Wu's method of killing the enemy with one move, he had been uneasy all the time, and his heart was like a small drum, and he couldn't stop "knocking". At this time, I heard that Shen Qingli was willing to intercede, for some reason, suddenly the fear was gone, and the pride in his chest suddenly rose, and he thought: "By the way, at most, I can beat him, and he killed him, so why be the turtle with the shrunken head and want them to look down on me?"

In fact, at this moment, what Ping Fan was thinking in his heart was neither the third senior brother Chen Qingyun, nor the sixth senior brother Lu Qingdu, who was the best with him, nor even the master and sister. In his heart, the only thing that came to mind at this time was the senior sister Qingli who was affectionate and ruthless to himself. He didn't care what others thought of him and looked at him, but what really made him care was that he couldn't let Shen Qingli down.

Thinking of this, the ordinary heart suddenly calmed down, and he didn't say much at the moment, and walked straight to Shen Tianhe and Meng Feiyan, and "dong dong dong" kowtowed three times in succession, and then jumped up and swept into the heart lightly. Pingfan arched his hand and said, "Senior Brother Jing, please!"

Jing Wuming nodded, grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slowly drew the sword. Ordinary concentrating on luck, quietly waiting for Jing Wuming to make a move.

It was a long sword, pitch black.

The sword was four feet long, and it shone faintly with a black light. The black sword did not open, and the tip of the sword was also a blunt semicircular iron ball. However, no one would doubt the power of that black sword. Jing Wuming lifted his long sword and gently swung a foot from top to bottom. The tip of the long sword suddenly burst out with a brilliant cyan light about four feet long. Jing Wuming's right hand shook, and the green mang's expansion and contraction were uncertain, like a poisonous snake that chose people to devour. Someone outside the arena recognized it at that time and shouted: "Jianmang, Jianmang!"

Jing Wuming laughed fiercely, and the sword shrank suddenly, and then it came straight to the ordinary man's chest like a sharp arrow with a string open. The appearance of this sword was really faster than lightning, and the blade of the sword passed by, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. only heard a soft sound of "snort", and the ordinary sleeves were brought by the sword qi, and a long opening was broken. I don't know if Pingfan was so frightened that he couldn't even think of dodging. When everyone in the audience saw it, they all thought: "If it weren't for Jing Wuming's mercy, where would you still have your life?"

But they were wrong.

Among the many people present, only Jing Wuming knew that the ordinary one had indeed avoided it. Although it looked a little embarrassed, it was still dodged after all. This surnamed Ping looks like a wooden man, how can he have such a ability? Could it be that he is deliberately pretending to be stupid? Thinking of this, Jing Wusheng couldn't help but be shocked and angry, and when he let out a long roar, he took two steps forward, and the long sword was like having eyes, and went straight to the heart of the ordinary. This sword was fierce and fierce, and the sword aura was directive, covering his whole body. A bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of Jing Wuming's mouth, and he thought, "Aren't you dead this time?"

However, he was still wrong.

At this moment, Ordinary was like a ghost, getting out of Jing Wu's sword net, and then his body pounced, falling straight to the ground, just avoiding the sword that followed. Ordinary didn't wait for his body to land, his hands were propped up to the ground, his right foot flew up, and with a "poof", Jing Wuming kicked a somersault. Jing Wuming fell down, and when he landed, his face was covered with dust, and he looked extremely embarrassed. When everyone saw him, they couldn't help but be happy, relieved, and laughed again.

Jing Wu's life missed, but he made a big ugly appearance in front of everyone, and the anger in his heart was really beyond words. I heard him shout violently, swinging his sword and slashing as if he was crazy. However, the ordinary body is like the wind, and the whole person seems to have turned into a very faint figure, interspersed in the sword net. The two chased and fled, and in the blink of an eye, they turned more than ten circles in the ring. But seeing the sword qi passing by, the ordinary placket and cuffs turned into fragments one after another, falling in the wind. However, these countless swords are like headless flies, and they can't touch the ordinary body. Seeing that his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were red, he was like crazy. When everyone saw it in the audience, they all secretly called it lucky: "Fortunately, it was this stupid stinky boy who competed with him." If it were me, I would be afraid that he would be stabbed with several transparent holes in one face, and no matter how strong the algorithm was, there would be no chance to show it. ”

Among the people present, only Meng Feiyan thought: "What Seventeen is doing now is clearly that set of Moon Shadow footwork. I saw that he was steady, his steps were light, and he was not only skilled in footwork, but also improved a lot in his cultivation. Although this kid's qualifications are poor, it is rare to be willing to work so hard, which shows that diligence can make up for clumsiness, which is indeed an unbreakable reason. When the competition is over, I should teach him the spell. ”

In just such a short time, the two of them on the stage turned seven or eight circles. Ping Fan inadvertently looked back, only to see Jing Wuming's eyes red and his face full of hideousness. All of a sudden, Ping Fan felt a wave of anger filling his chest, and thought: "If I only run away now and don't fight back, isn't it tantamount to admitting defeat? If my husband dies, how can I teach him to look down on me? No matter what, I have to fight with him." "At such a moment's moment, the black sword carried the sword qi of Sen Sen, and came straight to the eyes of ordinary people!

This sword is unpretentious, there is no cumbersome foreshadowing, there are no dazzling tricks, there is only one sword. However, the sword intent of the black sword had already reached its peak.

An invincible sword!

The name of this sword is "Indomitable"!

The next moment.

Pingfan stretched out his middle finger and slashed it towards the blade.

All the spectators outside the venue were already holding their breath at this time.

(PS: This chapter is the last game before the fight, the only competition.) Let the pig's feet show their faces first, and the next chapter, the whole courtyard will begin, and then there will be 20 chapters in a row. Each fight is absolutely completely different, and the characters from all sides take to the field one after another to compete for the final top-level magic weapon reward. Well, that's all. ）