Leng Wugui is a swordsman.

The no-return knife he cultivated, the knife is called the no-return knife, so his name is also called no-return.

No return knife method.

No return knife.

In this life, he has no return, and he has given everything to the knife and the knife.

Leng has no return, he has absolute confidence in himself, he doesn't want to go to the Kingdom of God, he wants to go to the Taishang Dao in Zhongzhou, go to meet people in other places for a while, and see what kind of sword technique they use.

See whose knife is faster, more poisonous, and spicier!!!

There is no return to the cold.

He glanced at Ye Bai with slanted eyes, and said in an extremely pious voice: "All wishes come true, sincerity is in the sword, and the sword and body can be harmonious, if you are not sincere, how to practice the sword? ”

He was very contemptuous of people like Ye Bai.

In his memory, knives were supposed to be sacred, and it was inferred that any weapon should be like a knife, sincere to the fog. And before he used the knife, he had to burn incense and bathe, and change into his favorite black clothes.

For him, the only way to do this, the moment the knife is released, he can feel the pulse of the knife, the fluctuation of the knife, and everything from the knife.

Ye Bai walked up from the stage.

Leng Wugui wanted to kill Ye Bai, because Ye Bai's sword looked very good, but the scabbard was pinned diagonally around his waist, and the scabbard shook when Ye Bai walked, all of which were wiped on the ground, and I don't know how much dust went in.

How can such a person be honest with a sword, and how can he break the law with a sword?

So Leng Wugui felt that he had won by himself.

It's inevitable.

Now everyone thinks like this, the old man didn't come today, and the disciple didn't come either, it was Wu Zibo who came, and the teacher had let him rescue them in the kingdom of God back then.

"You're dead, your sword, I'll put it away for you, I won't let it be with the dust like this, I'll give him a scabbard with the best of the best. ”

It's rare to say such a thing.

The voice was full of pity, which was already a reward for him.

He felt that when he said such a thing, the whole person's understanding of the knife was constantly deepening, and he couldn't help but think about his knife, and the knife was almost perfect, at least he felt very satisfied.

He was under the impression of it.

Ye Bai should suddenly realize now, and then hand over the sword to him first, silently withdrawing from here is the only way to live, but Ye Bai smiled and said, "You are wrong." ”

Leng Wugui became angry for no reason.

This is not the script he wanted.

His eyes moved, and his eyebrows, like a knife, were slightly upturned upward, like a hook, more like a knife that had been chopped off.

Razor-sharp like no other.

"He's dead. ”

The old woman in the top room whispered, her voice was disgusted, anyone who did not follow the rules would die, her dim eyes looked at the other side.

On the other side was the handsome young monk.

"Anyone who doesn't follow the rules and tries to challenge this world should die, this is a long-standing truth, how can there still be people who are paranoid?" said the old woman, although her eyes looked down, but in her words, there seemed to be a point.

The little monk's little ears moved.

It seems that the sound is very slow, and the whole person is in a state of stagnation.

He shook his head.

He didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't seem to bother to argue with the old woman.

The old man next to him coughed and said, "Taishang Dao soulless real person, I really understand it."

This old woman's name is Soulless.

The old man seemed to know that his voice was actually a little respectful.

The old woman nodded and said, "The real person of Lingshan still recognizes the old woman." "

"Three hundred years ago, at the gathering of immortals here, a real person took a flying needle, and no one remembered the name of the first one who stabbed him to death, but the soulless real person did not dare to forget that the old man also came out here, but the ranking was too low, and he was only able to enter the spiritual heaven path after entering the miracle and obtaining some insignificant things. ”

Lingshan real people.

Soulless real people.

Both of them are people who have formed the Dan Dao cultivation, and they can be called real people.

The two of them touted it, as if they had forgotten the Ye Bai below, or Ye Bai was already worthless to them, in their eyes, Ye Bai was already a dead person, a dead person was useless

The cold no-return knife is out.

The sword light turned into a cold light.

The cold shines in Kyushu.

The monks around were all shocked, they had never seen such a fast knife, the cultivation of sword techniques is extremely simple, one year to learn the sword, ten years to learn the sword, a lifetime to refine the gun, but to learn, does not mean that they can be proficient.

The knife technique is like this, it is easy to learn and difficult to master, but if it is refined, if it is practiced, it is enough to cut what he thinks in his heart. Wherever the sword is pointed, it is slashed.

There is no return to what I think now.

It's Ye Bai.

Ye Bai looked at the sword light and muttered in a low voice, "Slow!"

Ye Bai actually said such words, indicating that he could be faster.

Because those who are slow cannot see fast.

His fingers wiped down on the sword, and then raised it again, he didn't even defend, he didn't go out of the knife first, and Ye Bai came out later, but Ye Bai didn't mean to defend at all, but used a more brazen way to make a knife.

Wu Zibo below frowned.

A little damp sweat began to appear in the fingers of the fat back again, pinching his fingers, he looked at it and muttered in a low voice.

"Be careful. ”

The knife turned into a white light.

The sword is very slow.

but

Some people don't see it that way

A flash of electric light appeared on Lei Kong's eyes, and at this moment, he said in a low voice: "So fast!"

He was a little surprised.

But he was just surprised, Ye Bai's swordsmanship was only a part of the way of the sword, and it had not yet reached a higher level, and there was really no threat to him, he was a little underestimating Ye Bai, but so what.

No return will still kill him.

The sword made a sword sound.

Yes, in the sight of everyone, in the ears of everyone, what they heard and saw was completely different, it seemed that after the sword came out, there was the sound of the sword chirping for a long time, and the sound of the sword sounded faintly, it seemed to be a clear spring, and it seemed that the mountain wind was blowing.

Such a feeling is a feeling of being cold and homeless.

The monks below, including the monks of the Dan Dao above, just felt that this sword was a little faster, they couldn't feel what this sword represented, this is a feeling that only those who face this sword can have, it is real.

It's not a good feeling.

Such a kendo.

It's scary.

It is really terrifying, the person who uses such a sword is terrible, and the person who faces such a sword is even more afraid and afraid.

That's the case with the cold no return now.

In fact, there are a lot of words, but time is only a breath, and even less than a breath, how fast the sword is, how fast the knife is, how fast the time is.

Fast.

The two of them are really a model for all these monks in this regard.

The knife fell.

Everyone around looked at the Taishang, they wanted to see what they wanted to see, and whether the game was won or lost, it was enough to surprise the monks.

Ye Bai coughed bloody.

A long blood-red mark appeared on the neck, extending to almost the entire arm, and the entire arm was hanging from the shoulder, if it was that sword qi, if it was a little bit later, Ye Bai would even be cut down.

Starting from the neck, half of the body is broken.

The intestines flowed all over the stomach

The referee looked at Ye Bai, and looked at it with his eyes again, where he was uninjured and stood arrogantly.

He looked at Ye Bai with contemptuous eyes.

For people like Ye Bai.

He was very annoying, because he was from Lingtian Miaodao, such a sect, and he always had a kind of contempt for Ye Bai who had no sect for loose cultivation.

So his voice was very annoying, with a sharp mockery, and said, "There is no way to win." ”

Of course, this is also the reason for using leaf white.

Ye Bai was so embarrassed that his whole body was covered in blood.

The blood kept flowing, Ye Bai was silent after hearing it, he looked at the cold and homeless who had been standing there, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "You are a sword-wielder, I am a sword-wielding one, if you want to be faster, then I will accompany you to be faster, otherwise, it will be too boring." ”

Ye Bai's voice was unheard by no one.

When everyone heard that Leng had no way to win, they didn't know why, some people breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't want to watch Ye Bai win, they didn't even want to watch Ye Bai live, they thought that Ye Bai was the same person as them.

How can people like them soar to the sky?

As always.

If some of them can soar into the sky, then they will just feel jealous, and sometimes they will even take action and pull them down.

Now.

Ye Bai was knocked down from the altar and fell into the dust, which is what they like.

Ye Bai ignored it.

With gloating eyes around, Wu Zibo walked up and said in a low voice: "Let's go., it's good if people don't have anything." "

Ye Bai was supported by Wu Zibo.

Just now he was still a little too big, and he was injured a little.

The referee looked over there.

Puzzled: "You win if you don't return"

As soon as the words fell, his voice became trembling, as if he had been stimulated by something, the referee's entire face showed a touch of horror, and the faces of the audience around also became a kind of fear, and they looked at Ye Bai's back.

With a little bit of incredible.

Can't believe it's true.

When Leng Wugui was called by the referee, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing from a distance, and Leng Wugui's head, as if it didn't have the slightest weight, fell straight from the top of his neck.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Blood began to splatter indiscriminately across the vast pitch-black ring.

It was like a blood-colored rose blooming in the ring.

Thump.

Leng Wugui turned his head down, and fell to the ground at once, he died, in the foundation building period, he could not be cut off his neck and still survive, his head grunted and rolled in the ring, I don't know where he rolled down and was stepped on by a few feet, and where he was kicked again

The referee watched.

He naturally knows who won, not only who he knows, but all the monks below, all the immortal envoys sent by the sects above know who won, and naturally they can win if they survive, and those who die have no chance to win.

This is the first time a referee has encountered such a situation

Yes.

After the verdict is pronounced, it is known who loses and who wins.

It's a lot of fun.

For the audience under this scene, their faces were slightly red.

Ye Bai seemed to be so powerful that even the things they decided could be changed.

Inside the top room.

The two who had praised each other continued to tout, and when they heard the referee say that there was no way to win, they both looked over there, with a sense of common hatred, and they felt that if the people in the room did not speak, it meant that they did not agree with their views.

Now they have won, and they can win in this regard, and they feel that it is something to be proud of.