On the sixteenth day of July, there was no need for the people of the Qingyun Sword Sect to inform them that morning, countless young cultivators had already gathered in the Dragon Elephant Square in the early morning, and Nie Wushuang was of course no exception.

"Continuing yesterday's game today, remember the selection rules, otherwise, huh. A cold voice appeared in the ears of countless cultivators.

Nie Wushuang's face did not change at all, he knew that Dao Yuan Huanxi was not an ordinary person, but a real peerless demon, and he came here only because of some mysterious mission, and he believed that he would leave soon.

A hundred opponents appeared in the fifty rings in an instant, and the fight was extremely fierce, after all, the selection conference of the Qingyun Sword Sect was only recruited once in five years, who didn't cherish this opportunity.

"Brother Li, it seems that there will be a lot of geniuses in the selection of the Qingyun Sword Sect this time, you look at that dragon spear Donghua, I heard that it is the young city lord of Donghua City, only sixteen years old is already a consummation of the mortal realm, a dragon spear is like a dragon snake, it is really a young genius, this time at least it can enter the top ten." A young man in Tsing Yi and an ordinary appearance stood in front of Deputy Commander Li Lin in Yushu and talked lightly.

"It's really good, but compared to our Qingyun County who only killed you on the first day, it's weaker than I don't know how many times the Dao is weak. Li Lin is also rare to laugh at once and kill no life.

Suddenly, Kill Wusheng snorted and stopped talking.

Killing no life, the first outer disciple of the Killing God Palace, with a mysterious origin and unpredictable personality, is a close friend of Li Linnai.

Li Lin, born in Qingyun County Mansion, was already the deputy commander of Ziyuewei in Qingyun County at the age of twenty-five, with unparalleled qualifications, thoughtfulness, and an excellent reputation.

Of course, they are talking about the secret transmission wrapped in their own true yuan, and others don't know anything about it, at this time, Nie Wushuang is already standing in the third ring, and his opponent should not be underestimated, he is a big man at the level of refining the marrow, but his face is relatively honest.

"Nie Wushuang, please. Nie Wushuang said politely.

"Will Xuanwu, please. "The honest man is not young on the outside, in fact, he is only sixteen years old, he is born with infinite strength, develops very fast, and is also a good hand.

The monks of the Qingyun Sword Sect looked at the two of them like eagles, staring directly at the two of them, their eyes were indifferent without the slightest emotion, and they were both a little uncomfortable.

This is the third time that Nie Wushuang has stepped onto this ten-meter-sized green steel ring, the ring is a kind of refining treasure made of green steel, it is very hard, at least it is difficult to break this ring in the mortal realm, Nie Wushuang and General Xuanwu wandered around the ring, looking for their respective weaknesses.

Nie Wushuang didn't wait any longer, and kicked the green steel ring with both feet, and suddenly the green steel ring shook slightly, and two marks of only two centimeters appeared under his feet, which was enough to show the strength of this kick.

Seeing Nie Wushuang rushing towards him, he arched Xuanwu's back slightly, and his hands appeared with a cyan light, especially the fist was obviously larger, and a punch as fast as lightning attacked Nie Wushuang's face.

Nie Wushuang's mind has been completed, and the scene he saw was a few seconds slower than it actually was, his head was slightly tilted to the left to dodge Xuanwu's fist, and then grabbed his shoulder that he didn't have time to change his body shape is a powerful punch, this circle, Nie Wushuang didn't spare his hand at all, the fist wrapped in black primordial true qi was not much better than a Vajra hammer, and he directly punched Xuanwu to bleed internally.

After stumbling several long steps, he couldn't help coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Nie, thank you for your mercy." Then he went down without any loneliness, and it seemed that the Xuanwu heart was very unusual.

Nie Wushuang nodded secretly. "Nie Wushuang wins, and the next game begins. "The Guardian Monk reminded Nie Wushuang that it was time to get out of here, but not to affect the others' competition.

There was nothing to do with Nie Wushuang for the next two hours, and after taking the time to eat, Nie Wushuang continued to fight, because there was either no master or the opponent was too slow, there was no need for Nie Wushuang to use real means until the appearance of the Wind God Barbaric.

At this time, there were only a hundred people left on the field, and it seemed that after several rounds of selection, some of the indiscriminate guys were driven out.

Ring 10.

"In Xia Nie Wushuang, Brother Wilderness, in Xia Jiu Yang Daimyo, please. "Nie Wushuang watched several battles in the Wind God Wilderness, all of which were one move to solve the opponent, and the speed was unparalleled.

"Nie Wushuang, I also know that you killed Xuanwu in seconds, you are really a genius, and you can't stop Xuanwu, please." The two exchanged a polite look and were finally ready to fight.

This time, since there are only 100 people left, in the final battle, each ring has added a guard master to ensure the fairness of the selection.

Under the nod of the indifferent young referee, Nie Wushuang no longer hesitated, he knew that the Wind God Wilderness was really not something he could compete with in terms of speed, so he prepared to strike first.

Nie Wushuang took out the black iron broadsword that he had never used, and the extremely skilled black cloud knife technique covered the front and back of the wilderness, leaving and right, without giving him any chance to dodge.

However, the black sword light was always a foot away from the wilderness, and he could no longer move forward, Nie Wushuang finally knew the horror of the speed flow of the Dao, and immediately retreated, he knew that the Dao could not be hit with a blow, and he would definitely have to bear the blow of the wild storm.

Sure enough, the barbarian incarnation of a cyan tornado attacked and killed Nie Wushuang, and even the savage in Nie Wushuang's divine mind was just a faint cyan shadow, one can imagine how terrifying the wind system ** of the barbarian cultivation was. Countless sword shadows attacked and killed them in the upper, middle and lower three deadly places.

Nie Wushuang's speed was not a wild opponent, but it didn't mean that his attack speed was slower than his, and in an instant, the black iron broadsword was slashed horizontally and vertically by Nie Wushuang into a black light and shadow, which was worthy of blocking the attack of the wild cyan long sword.

Nie Wushuang knew that he couldn't continue to consume with him, otherwise he would be the unlucky one. Suddenly, a black divine light lit up on his back, which is a unique sign when the master of refining the marrow urges the bone marrow, and suddenly the stored energy in the body is violently consumed, countless blood cells are produced, and the blood is boiling, blooming, boy.

Nie Wushuang shouted inwardly.

The sound of blood rushing in Nie Wushuang's body was like a great river, countless vitality was instantly transported by blood to every part of the body, Nie Wushuang's body was faintly raised by more than ten centimeters at this moment, the original true qi was more than doubled, and the black vortex was born in his eyes, and he was shocked when he saw this vision, other refining cultivators did not have such complex changes, it seems that they really have to be careful, otherwise they will really capsize in the gutter.

It feels good. Nie Wushuang finally clearly saw every movement of the wild and fast, this speed is at least 100 meters per second, the ten-zhang size of the ring, there are wild shadows everywhere, Nie Wushuang also turned into a black sword light, under the lock of his divine thoughts, the wild can no longer dodge Nie Wushuang's violent attack.