The sarcastic words were like thin needles, piercing into the depths of Luo Xiaosang's heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What is it? What is it? swirling in the mind.

Young man, a deep longing rose from the depths of his heart, and this longing spread like a weed after the rain, and instantly spread throughout his heart.

For the sake of not being cold-spoken, but not for being reckless and competitive, just for an old man to smile happily.

There was a chill from his right hand, which went down his arm and instantly entered the bottom of his heart. What is it? What is it?

It seems that the roar from ancient times is just mixed with unwillingness and hatred in the roar.

I don't know when, the crowd of onlookers found that Luo Xiaosang had an extra black ruler more than two feet long in his hand, and the black body of the ruler could reflect the sun.

Suddenly, someone laughed, causing laughter all around. "Oh my God, this can't be his weapon, can anyone?

"What kind of weapon is this? one, a mosquito ruler, or is it used to pass the ditch?"

"Haha, I'm laughing to death, this kind of weapon, when it comes out, it is either stinking or smoked. ”

Luo Xiaosang held the black ruler in his hand, and there was a feeling of flesh and blood. In the practice, I don't know when the black iron ring that was originally worn on the right wrist can be turned back into a black ruler according to one's mind.

It's just that every time he holds the black ruler in his hand, Luo Xiaosang's heart throbs, as if there is a voice in his heart that is unwilling to shout, struggling, wanting to destroy everything.

The disciple of Qingxuguan on the other side was shocked, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and finally couldn't help laughing, and then felt that it was inappropriate, held back his laughter, and said: "Hehe, I'm sorry, this junior brother, I really can't control it, this, this is your weapon?"

Luo Xiaosang just didn't answer, it wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but at this time, the arrogant voice was getting louder and louder in his heart, and it was ramming around. When everyone was unaware, the black ruler in his hand slowly, slowly rose up the black mist.

The Qingxuguan disciple slowly smiled, for some reason, the instinct of practicing for many years made him feel that there was a chill coming from the young man's body, he couldn't tell it, he didn't know the way, he just felt cold and sinister.

So he raised his long sword and said, "The name of this sword is 'Hufeng', please teach my junior brother." As soon as the words fell, I saw a whirlwind blowing on the test bench for no reason, blowing the clothes of everyone present, and in the whistling sound, it pointed to the young man who was holding a black ruler in his hand and still struggling in his heart.

The whirlwind was coming, and I saw that the young man was just instinctive, raised his arm, and took a black ruler to block it. With a "dang" sound, the black ruler left his hand, and the "bang" was inserted on the test table on the marble floor. The boy was hit hard in the chest, flew backwards a few feet away, and fell to the ground.

There was a "commotion" in the audience, and then there was a lot of discussion. How could a disciple of the Heavenly Sect who could enter the second round of interviews not be able to catch such a simple move, and fall so ugly.

Among the crowd in the audience, only Gao Feng and a group of juniors sneered proudly. He did not hesitate to let Mei Feng's disciples give up a place in the competition, and this is what he wanted.

"Haha, this is an apprentice taught by a master, and he can't catch such a simple move. "Admit defeat and forget it, don't be embarrassed anymore. "The face of the Heavenly Gate is about to be lost to you. ”

A young man in light blue clothes squeezed out of the crowd, and after a glance at the situation on the stage, not only did his face look melancholy, it was Lan Ling'er.

It turned out that she walked past the competition platform and found that this side was not like other competition platforms, and the crowd of onlookers cheered and cheered, but there were bursts of laughter, and she was curious, so she squeezed in to watch. Unexpectedly, I just saw Luo Xiaosang flying to the ground after being hit by a move.

Lan Ling'er looked at Luo Xiaosang worriedly, but wondered in her heart, how could this fool get on the stage to participate in the competition again?

The referee elder frowned, the move just now was obviously just a temptation, just by dodging, it could be easily dissolved, this disciple didn't know which peak it was, he was stupid enough to block it. Even if it is blocked, it is not difficult to resolve the stamina of this move.

As soon as he stood up and wanted to go over to confirm whether Luo Xiaosang could continue to compete, he saw that in the midst of the boos of the audience, a teenager was struggling and slowly stood up from the ground. So he motioned for the competition to continue.

Perhaps the most surprising thing in the audience should be Qingxuguan disciple Qingmingzi in the battle, not that he had no power to fight back against Luo Xiaosang's tentative move, but found that after Luo Xiaosang flew upside down in the move, for some reason, there was a cold and terrible meaning from the tip of his sword, as soon as he touched it, his whole body was bloody and rolling, he wanted to vomit but did not vomit, he was very nauseous, and he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand.

The disciple of the Chaos Heaven Sect in front of him is very strange, and he should have the strength to enter the second round of the competition, but he can't even catch his own tentative move, but he can make himself tumble after hitting a master's move. Isn't it that he hides his strength and waits for the opportunity to move?

Thinking of this, Qingmingzi no longer dared to retain his strength, stepped on the seven stars, sang in a low voice, and then stood up, and after dancing a few dances in the air, after a "wind rises", a hurricane suddenly blew on the test platform, accompanied by a roaring sound, the wind Xuan actually brought thunder and lightning, this move was so strong that everyone in the audience gasped.

The hurricane instantly wrapped Luo Xiaosang in it, and Qingmingzi, who was in mid-air, saw a young man in green clothes in the eye of the wind, dancing with a black ruler that he didn't know when to return to his hand, and was struggling to resist the raging hurricane.

The greater the pressure, the boy's face was flushed with pain, and the place where the clothes on his body came into contact with the wind had already been cut into rags.

Qingmingzi was overjoyed, and with all his might, the young man really couldn't catch it. With a soft shout, he jumped down from mid-air, and the long sword in his hand turned into countless spots, pointing directly at the struggling young man.

Seeing that the long sword was about to hit, Qingmingzi clearly saw that the strange black ruler suddenly rose up in black mist, and in the black mist, the young man who was struggling was staring at himself with blood-red eyes, and his face was hideous, just like the evil ghost who had just climbed up from the depths of the Nine Hells.

Qingmingzi felt the evil coldness again, his whole body was churning with blood, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a sea of corpses and blood, and there were screams in his ears, as if he had fallen into the eighteenth layer of hell.

Qingmingzi was shocked, no matter what, he never imagined that he would encounter such a strange scene, but he wanted to withdraw at this time, but he couldn't, the cold bones followed the shape, and he couldn't get rid of it, and he wanted to gnaw until his bones were gone.

"Bang", the black mist emitted from the black ruler, like a flame, emitted a trace of light smoke, lightly touched on Qingmingzi's chest, Qingmingzi was suddenly hit hard, and the churning essence and blood all over his body spurted out of his mouth as if he had found a catharsis point, and after a loud roar, he flew sideways to the ground.

The black mist spurted blood when it came into contact with Qingmingzi, and it sneered and expanded a lot, as if it was cheering and leaping more and more. It's just that the black ruler's body flashes with gold, red and black, like an invisible hand, tightly grasping the black mist.

After a while, the black mist was sucked in little by little by the black ruler, and finally disappeared without a trace, but the unwilling roar was like a roar from the abyss of hell, which made people shudder.

From Qingmingzi's powerful move to his light drink, all this happened in the thunderous whirlwind.

Originally, everyone in the audience jumped down with joy on Qingmingzi's face, thinking that he had a chance to win with one move. But he didn't expect that after he jumped down, he roared backwards and flew out, and after the wind dissipated, he and Luo Xiaosang both fell to the ground, this change was unexpected.