After Cheng Lei heard what Chen Shenming said on the competition platform, he sneered at Wu Lang and said: "Wu Lang, you are also my inner disciple, what kind of trick did you make with an inner disciple of a flying knife soldier soul, are you an idle egg!"

"That's it, what skill do you have, what skill does the other party have, what identity do you have, what identity does the other party have?

"Bullying the small!"

"But that little one is really embarrassed, and he doesn't want to think about his identity, he dares to say such a big thing, even Senior Brother Li Hu doesn't dare to say it casually, he actually said it!"

"Yes, what is Senior Brother Zhang Hao's identity, what skills, and where does he get something. ”

"Wu Lang, let your cousin Zhang Liao teach him a good lesson!"

"The inner disciple should be low-key!"

The inner door ranking disciples all sneered at Chen Shenming, and looked at Chen Shenming on the competition platform with sarcastic and contemptuous eyes.

Zhang Liao looked at Chen Shenming and snorted coldly, and the power of the incomparably sharp divine weapon on his body was excited, spinning, roaring, and a bloody long knife slowly appeared in his hand.

The handle of this knife was six feet long, and there was a mad lion on it, and he opened his bloody mouth angrily, swallowing the foot-long blade in one gulp, and the blood flashed.

It's a lion-headed broadsword.

"Brush!"

Zhang Liao's lion-headed broadsword sword slashed the void, and said angrily: "Just rely on you, and dare to say the words to defeat my cousin within the move, today I, Zhang Liao, will let you know that you are dreaming in vain, grandstanding!"

"Void Splitting Knife Method!"

Zhang Liao shouted loudly, his body rushed forward suddenly, his right foot stepped on the ground, jumped several meters high, his body crossed a roar in the air, and the blood of the lion-headed broadsword soldier in his hand flashed again and again, which was very compelling, and the power of the powerful divine soldier swirled around, and the power of the divine soldier skyrocketed, and a knife split the air, with a domineering momentum, and went straight to Chen Shenming.

Zhang Liao's knife is swift and violent, and this move has many changes, which is much stronger than other inner disciples, especially Zhang Liao's soldier soul, the lion-headed broadsword, although the level is only red sè seventh, but the power is not covered.

Standing in the air, the sword light flickered, and the volley went straight to Chen Shenming, Zhang Liao's eyes were full of light, he had paid attention to Chen Shenming's competition before, so although his move seemed to be just a straight cut, but in fact, it was with another form of the Splitting Sky Knife Technique, sweeping thousands of troops.

Therefore, Zhang Liao's knife has actually locked all of Chen Shenming's retreat, and on the platform, with Chen Shenming as the center, within a few meters, all of it is the attack range of his knife.

"Splitting the Sky Knife Technique?" Under the platform, many inner disciples had already begun to exclaim.

The Sky Splitting Knife Method is a yellow-level art of war, which is very powerful, much stronger than the Wind Chasing Sword Method, and most importantly, the Sky Splitting Sword Method is a very suitable art for long knives.

On the platform, the golden clothes on Chen Shenming's body, which was shocked by the power of the powerful divine soldiers, shook again and again, looking at the knife that broke through the air, the expression on Chen Shenming's face did not change much, but the light in his eyes was very bright.

"A false sword?"

With a deep groan in his heart, the corners of Chen Shenming's mouth twitched slightly, he was not in a hurry or impatient, he did not choose to avoid in the face of this splitting knife, and at the same time did not choose to retreat.

"Whew!"

Chen Shenming's hands were clenched into fists, and his whole body slammed into a bow, like a full bow, gathering momentum, and at the same time, the power of the divine weapon in Chen Shenming's body went straight to the whole body, making a sound like a tsunami rolling, but unfortunately, it could not be heard outside.

"What's the situation? Senior Brother Chen Shenming still doesn't want to use the Soldier Soul?"

"Looking at the posture, Senior Brother Chen Shenming wants to use his body to deal with Senior Brother Zhang Liao!"

"Haha, I think Chen Shenming is poor in donkey skills. Don't forget, his soldier soul is just a red sè seventh-class soldier soul flying knife, how can he dare to go head-to-head with Senior Brother Zhang Liao's lion-headed broadsword?"

"Use your body to fight against Senior Brother Zhang Liao's splitting knife, this is also fatal!"

"Is there any mistake, it seems that in this scene, Senior Brother Chen Shenming is going to lose!"

"Not necessarily!"

Under the platform, many inner disciples were taken aback and let out exclamations, only a young man with crooked eyebrows in purple looked at Chen Shenming and said thoughtfully.

This scene made all the inner disciples on the Shenwu platform can't help but look over, and there are exclamations.

Seeing that Chen Shenming looked down on him so much, the anger on Zhang Liao's body was about to burn to the heavenly spirit, and in his eyes, there was a fierce light, wanton and excited.

"Do you want to die like this, do you? Then I will fulfill you!"

Zhang Liao's heart was so angry that the killing intent in his eyes was extremely obvious, Chen Shenming's actions were obviously to use his body to resist his own splitting slash.

If this is the case, if he can't kill Chen Shenming, then he really has to commit suicide in shame.

"Die!"

Zhang Liao roared, and the red light of the lion-headed sword soldier in his hand became more intense, and he slashed down angrily.

"Buzz!"

The lion-headed sword soldier soul slashed down in the void, and Chen Shenming's body suddenly vibrated with the power of the Dao Divine Soldier, and in an instant, his body emitted bright light, as bright as a diamond.

"Bell!"

An incomparably crisp sound sounded directly, and Zhang Liao's knife slashed at Chen Shenming's body with great ferocity, and the powerful force shook the platform under Chen Shenming's feet into several cracks, spreading like a spider's web.

The stone chips rose directly into the sky, filling the surroundings, enveloping Chen Shenming and Zhang Liao in it.

"I see how you can block my splitting slash!"

In the midst of the flying stone chips, Zhang Liao's extremely arrogant roar suddenly sounded.

"Did you win?"

"Senior Brother Zhang Liao has already won?"

Under the platform, many inner disciples looked at each other, wanting to see the final result.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of "bump!", and in the next second, a gust of wind swirled, scattering all the stone chips flying around.

"Whew!"

In the next second, all the inner disciples saw a figure rushing out of the stone chips, dressed in gold.

"Who got knocked out?"

At this moment, everyone looked towards the figure of Jin Sè who flew out upside down.

"It's Senior Brother Zhang Liao!"

"How is that possible!"

"It's indeed Senior Brother Zhang Liao!"

"I'm cāo!

"It seems to be!"

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed!"

"Touch!" sounded, a layer of dust was smashed on the platform, Zhang Liao's body fell to his knees heavily, his chest, the faint blue sè arc flashed again and again, and his chest, Jin sè's robe had been slapped out of a big mouth.

One palm!

Another palm defeat!

The stone chips scattered, Chen Shenming's face was expressionless, standing motionless, without the slightest embarrassment, very calm.

"The ninth group, the seventh game, Chen Shenming wins!"

Offstage, the law enforcement elders watched this scene, and even their voices became weird.

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