Listen, this cowhide is blowing, one is more mysterious than the other!

There was a whistle outside the competition, and in the field, the chief manager, as the referee, didn't have time to listen to their war of words, so he waved his arm directly and shouted: "Start!" After speaking, he withdrew from the field and watched from the wall.

For him, it doesn't matter who wins or loses these two people.

It's best to end up together.

Originally, he was more inclined to Wen Bin, after all, he was the 'escort student' appointed by Zhong Lao, but later, when he knew that this kid was a parallel commodity at all, what 'talent is outstanding, and his cultivation is excellent', he is simply deceiving people!

As for Murong Zheng, he has always felt that it is right for this kid to die early and surpass life early.

Horizontal and vertical are not good goods, and it is best to lose both.

At that time, he can find a random reason to drive the remaining one out of the half-immortal village.

After making up his mind in his heart, he casually found a place next to him, picked up his arm, and watched coldly.

The duel has begun!

Murong Zheng was like a meteor chasing the moon, suddenly rising from the ground, a tiger leaped, and shot over, the long sword in his hand turned into a cold light, stabbing straight into Wen Bin's heart!

Zheng!

In an instant, Wen Bin reacted keenly and made a side flash, and at the same time waved his arm to shoot the knife, and the two white lights struck head-on, with a sonorous sound!

Murong Zheng flipped his hand and stroked his arm for a long time, and the sword was like a spirit snake, slashing insidiously towards Wen Bin's neck.

Wen Bin followed the blade of the sword, leaned back to dodge, and then, with a clever sliding step, he struck a clever step, and lightly went around to the right rear of Murong Zheng, his body was unstable, and the speed of the war knife in his hand had skyrocketed, like a lightning flint, from the bottom to the top, slashing out obliquely, and slashing through!

Murong Zheng was taken aback, he suddenly looked back and saw Wen Bin's cold, quietly smiling face close at hand.

In those dark and bright eyes, there was an amber, bewitching and happy light!

In an instant, it was obscured by a brighter sword light.

Hmmm――

Murong Zheng's sword that he resisted in a panic, in that staggered moment, suddenly the blue light skyrocketed, and a green spirit like a giant spirit god erupted from the blade, like a moth to a fire, spread his arms, and took the fatal blow of Wen Bin!

Then the swords and swords and shadows clashed, and the two of them each retreated three feet away.

Cha!

Inadvertently, the long sword in Murong Zheng's hand quietly burst out with a slight crack.

"Ahh

The blue light on the long sword curled, and the disappeared green spirit was called out again, but at this time, its body was shaky and broken, and it had lost its left arm.

As an outer disciple, it is not uncommon for ten years of cultivating immortals and enlightening the Dao, to be able to communicate with the soul of the magic weapon in his hand, and to call out the soul in it to fight side by side with him.

Even a young man like Wen Bin, who had become a monk halfway, knew that it was an offensive and defensive technique in immortal arts that a person could cultivate after he had reached the 'Immortal Realm Third Order'.

Wen Bin hasn't had time to learn this yet.

He spent all his time cultivating the 'Thousand Evil Sword Technique'.

"Ahh

In an instant, Murong Zheng's eyes widened with anger, like a hungry wolf, bursting with blood-red light, and the two eyes were like sharp blades, shooting towards Wen Bin!

I saw Wen Bin standing opposite him unscathed, and raised his left arm and made a strange gesture.

Before Murong Zheng could react to what he meant, the young man on the opposite side had already burst out and flew over!

threw the war knife in his hand to Murong Zheng's chest with all his might!

The sword turned into a streamer of light in midair...,

You're looking for death!!

Murong Zheng jumped forward angrily, holding the sword in both arms, and slashed at the war knife thrown at Wen Bin!

Between the two, he suddenly saw a white light appear above his right, and slashed down with lightning speed!

What is it?

Between the lightning and flint, he couldn't help but think too much at all, and he just, after a sword picked up the battle knife in front of him, in order to save his life, he turned around and swung his sword to meet the cold white light.

It wasn't until this time that he saw clearly that the so-called 'white light' was actually a war knife!

It's just that the overall length is slightly shorter than the handle in Wen Bin's hand.

He saw the war knife hanging in the air, without the slightest external force, so strangely towards himself!

Cha!

Swords and swords and shadows are striking!

A hideous smile gradually appeared on Murong Zheng's face.

Hmph, you want to sneak up on me?

It's not that easy!

The smile was still condensed on his face, and before it dissipated, he saw that the war knife that should have fallen after the battle with the long sword, as if it was a ghost, drew an arc in the air lightly, pressed against the junction of his shoulder and right arm, and gently swiped it-

Burst!

A canopy of blood mist erupted!

Murong Zheng's eyes widened in surprise, and he saw with his own eyes that his entire right arm was detached from his limbs, and he fell out weakly with the canopy of blood mist.

At the same time, Wen Bin, who swooped in, was close at hand!

In his hand, at some point, a new war knife was 'born'.

The corners of his mouth, with a smug smile, the young man looked peaceful and serene, and at that moment, there was a kind of calm and indifference that Taishan collapsed in front of him and his face did not change.

The light of the knife swept by gently.

From here to there.

cut Murong Zheng in two sections.

Blood, splashes.

It fell on the young man's face, on his body.

Shocking!

At this time, the arm that fell out first had not yet landed.

Murong Zheng's whole person looked as if he had been mutated and distorted, and he was treacherously divided into three sections.

On his face, surprise was written, and a smile that had not yet dissipated was contorted.

Then, like a decaying and empty building, it collapsed without being able to return to heaven and earth.

In addition to Wen Bin, there is also the war knife suspended in the air.

Close combat makes people have a kind of bloodthirsty madness.

Wen Bin stood there, calmly raising his head and looking out.

The corners of his lips are still pouting with that smile like a spring breeze.

It was as if there was a kind of violent and terrifying power contained in the underworld, and as far as the eye could see, everyone around the martial arts arena felt a thrilling tremble!

Demon......

That's a demon!

Bloodthirsty madness, horror to the point !!

In the crowd of people, those who are mentally stable can still be self-controlled, and those who are a little timid and afraid of things have begun to be unable to stop their feet from becoming weak and want to retreat......

And at this very time.

"No!!"

A frenzied shout burst out from the crowd, like a thunderstorm!

A figure, like a madman, broke through the crowd and rushed towards the competition platform!

Sword, Tiger!

Wen Bin narrowed his eyes and raised his left arm abruptly.

The sword hanging in the air, like a psychic, shot out with a clang.

"Xiaowen!"

"Senior Brother Wen!"

At the same time, under the arena, two more familiar voices came.

Yan Jing and Shi Haidong broke through the crowd and flew to the front of the competition platform, trying their best to intercept the sword tiger who had become crazy because of the death of his master!

Sword Tiger's cultivation is completely different from Murong Zheng's, this guy has profound skills, and he can pull out a thousand pounds, according to Xiao Jing's speculation, his strength is about the late stage of the 'Immortal Realm Fifth Order'. ...,

Wen Bin is only now at the beginning of the 'Immortal Realm: Third Order'!

If he was allowed to pounce like this, wouldn't the boy be eaten alive by him?

Even Du Yong, who didn't have any good impression of Wen Bin at the beginning, began to gradually become biased after confirming that he was not a 'parallel import', and when he saw this, he couldn't help shouting: "Stop!"

It's a pity that he didn't plan to intervene in this life-and-death duel in the first place, and his position was too suitable for 'watching the fire from the other side', so that now he wants to run over in an emergency, which seems a little farther away.

And at this moment, like a white horse passing through the gap, the first to hand over to the sword tiger that shot head-on was the half-suspended war knife!

The sword tiger picked up the board axe, and in just one round, it flew out, half into the middle of the competition platform, and swayed.

The strength is so great that Wen Bin can't even pull it out if he wants to pull it out for a while.

"Boy, come here!!"

Sword Tiger held a pair of half-moon mountain axes, opened his arms, and swooped towards Wen Bin!

What a speed!

Wen Bin was secretly frightened in his heart, and while jumping back and sliding, he threw the war knife in his hand head-on again!

Insect carving skills!

Even Murong Zheng can take the trick lightly, so how can he stop the sword and tiger?

Block it with ease.

Wen Bin couldn't be allowed to escape, and in an instant, the sword tiger was close in front of him!

A pair of mountain-opening axes brought up two waves of white qi and smashed down towards the top of Wen Bin's head!

Boom!!

At the last moment, Wen Bin faced a condescending axe, shifted his center of gravity back, steadied his horse, and erected a shield in front of him that was one and a half feet high, more than three feet wide, and one inch and three points thick, like an iron wall!

"Huh?"

Sword Tiger didn't expect that there was such a thing hidden in this kid's body, so he was stunned for a moment, and then there was another cruel laugh!

A pair of mountain axes smashed on the shield, in an instant, the soul went out of the body, turned into a vivid three-eyed saber-toothed giant tiger, and let out a high-pitched tiger roar, trying to cross the shield and tear Wen Bin to pieces!

The saber-toothed giant tiger, with a huge physique, eyes like copper bells, sharp claws, and sleek, slender, suddenly appeared, which really surprised Wen Bin, who was hiding behind the shield.

The sword has a soul, and so does the axe.

One is stronger than the other!

"Go!"

Just when Wen Bin was at a loss, a white light flew diagonally, piercing the head of the saber-toothed giant tiger from the side, bounced on Wen Bin's shield, and jumped away.

Before the saber-toothed giant tiger could show its might, it died in an instant, and after a mournful roar, it turned into a canopy of green mist and retracted into the mountain axe.

And at this time, Sword Tiger suddenly found that a flash of sword light quietly shot from his left hand!

Turning around and throwing his arm, the axe opened and closed, and he slammed it over.

Before the two soldiers could touch, the sword fell abruptly.

Sword Tiger was stunned.

Burst!

Before he could make any countermeasures, another war knife had turned into a streamer and pierced his chest from behind!