Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Song Si was almost powerless to fight back, and was pierced through the throat by Wei Xiu's sword.

The wine glass in Murong Chen's hand fell down, Zhuge looked stunned, and took a step forward, Ye Yunlin opened his mouth even wider, but Mo Liuli, the young man holding the sword, was extremely calm.

"Aha!" Song Si smiled indifferently, maintaining the posture of being pierced by a sword just now, the sword pointed at a point, and a sword qi shot towards Wei Xiu: "Is it vulnerable?"

Kindness?

Wei Xiu's complexion changed, and he recovered to normal in an instant, and he turned sideways to avoid the sword qi, but three inches of black hair fell to the ground. Looking at Song Si again, there is not a trace of blood on his throat, it is clearly unscathed, how is it possible?

Dressed in white, there is no wind to rise, this is a confrontation of murderous intent between the two sides.

"You're not simple, but that's the end of it!" His eyes were cold, his sword intent moved, and Wei Xiu's sword attacked quickly.

Song Si sneered, his figure turned into a shadow, and the sword qi under his sword finger was vertical and horizontal, but in a moment, the two of them had already made hundreds of moves.

"Wucheng Qinglian is fifth in the martial arts competition, not weak. I don't know how many places I can rank on the list of Qinglian in the Eastern Regions Continent?" Murong Chen had already withdrawn from the restaurant at this time, and sat on the roof of the opposite street with Mo Liuli and leisurely watched the battle between Song Si and Wei Xiu.

Mo Liuli didn't answer, just clasped the trembling hilt, feeling the sword intent and killing intent of Song Si and Wei Xiu.

"Someone who is not interesting. Murong Chen was helpless, so he took out a copy of "Twelve Palace Blue Lotus Lists" from Sifang Lou and flipped it up. This book records the information of each class of young masters who are eligible to enter the 12th sign of Qinglian, and will be published six months before the start of the trial.

Of course, each book is priced at a thousand lower grade spirit stones, relatively speaking, this price is very expensive, just with this book, Sifang Lou can enter hundreds of millions of spirit stones.

"Found it, thirty-seventh, Wei Xiu, twenty-nine years old, Chu Woman, the Great Ming Martial Cultivator of the Other World, the first swordsman of the younger generation of the Huashan faction, has a Qinglian Order. The battle record, Wucheng Qinglian ranked fifth, killed three martial arts cultivators in the Transformation Realm, fifteen foundation building monks, six Xuanzhao monks, and one monk in the early stage of fusion. It's just that what is this Chu Virgo? I don't understand, I don't understand. Murong Chen shook his head and continued to read: "Strange, there is no Song Si." ”

"Hey, there's you in the book. Third, Mo Liuli, twenty-three years old, from the Sword Domain. Details, unknown. The record is unknown. Is this a cheat? I don't know anything, and I dare to sell a thousand grade spirit stones, these copper-smelling cheap merchants! Pit the spirit stones of this king, and this king must recover the interest. Murong Chen gritted his teeth and patted Mo Liuli's shoulder helplessly: "I said friend, what is your unknown?"

"Boring!"

When Murong Chen was about to continue to ask, there was an explosion, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the strong qi hit the four directions, and the three-story restaurant on the opposite side collapsed in response, Song Si and Wei Xiu rushed out of the restaurant, each standing on one side, and looked at each other coldly.

"You surprised me!" Wei Xiu's tone was still arrogant, and his long sword was raised, using true qi to dissolve the sweat from his palms. Deeply feeling Song Si's trickiness, Wei Xiu recklessly lifted the true yuan of his body, increased his sword momentum, and his sword intent began to sublimate at this moment. As Wei Xiu's momentum rose, Song Si felt a trace of danger in his heart.

Don't dare to slack off, Song Si snorted coldly, dispersed the sword qi at his fingertips, and with a quick lead, the long sword was unsheathed, flying in front of him, and with a bang, the flying sword pointed at Wei Xiu, and the sword intent rushed into the sky.

"Okay! you finally have a sword!" Wei Xiu's face showed a trace of solemnity for the first time, just now Song Si fought with him without a sword, and now that the opponent's flying sword is out of the sheath, the next thing is the real hard battle.

However, as the rookie pride of the Huashan faction, if he can kill Song Si here, he will gain a great merit for Wei Xiu, and he can use this credit to get the permission of the elders to cultivate deeper swordsmanship.

"Song Si, today you are destined to be hated under my sword!" Wei Xiu shouted, flew up again, and attacked again with a fast sword.

Song Si raised the sword trick in his hand, the power of the virtual sword trick first appeared, and the flying sword was as fast as lightning, looming, if it was real, shuttling through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it clashed with Wei Xiu's long sword thousands of times.

One blow and one sword, hitting Wei Xiu's long sword, hitting Wei Xiu's proud heart, he is the first person of the younger generation in Huashan, and his strength is comparable to that of the Taishang elder of the Huashan faction. However, a year ago, he had been compared with him countless times by the Supreme Elders with Song Si's achievements, stimulating him and hitting his pride, which he would never allow.

Therefore, when he heard that Song Siwugong was abolished, he was very happy. However, regardless of whether Song Si is abolished or not, he Wei Xiu will kill Song Si and sweep away the demonic obstacles on the path of martial arts cultivation.

"Pole Sword Breaking Style!"

With a long roar, Wei Xiu's sword entered the treacherous way, and he directly broke through Song Sifei's sword in the void, knocking the flying sword away, the long sword in his hand, the sword spit slightly, and drove straight in, and he was about to pierce Song Si's throat with a sword.

Song Sifei retreated, it was too late to recall the flying sword, and in the crisis, he stretched out his hand, and the second flying sword in the storage bag fell in his palm, and the vertical sword was in front, blocking Wei Xiu's sword.

The sword turns!

Song Si swung his sword around, and the black and white Taiji diagram reappeared, skillfully unloading Wei Xiu's six-layer sword qi and resolving Wei Xiu's sword moves.

Purple qi comes from the east, no sword and no form!

The nine swords of nothingness reappeared, the unity of the two swords, the sword shadow was divided, and Song Si and Wei Xiu were staggered.

The dust fell, and Wei Xiu stood in the ruins with the support of his sword, his hair scattered, and his white clothes were covered with dust, red by blood. The pride of the past was completely shattered by Song Siyi's sword at this moment.

On the long sword, blood flowed down like a stream, pooling into a pool of blood in the dust.

Song Si stood at the other end of the ruins, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he didn't expect that this Wei Xiu would be able to switch his sword move and stab a sword at the last moment, almost destroying his left arm.

The blood stained the blue and white robes, dripping dust, Song Si frowned, it hurts, it's dangerous!

"I'm defeated!" Wei Xiu trembled, he gradually began to be unable to suppress the surging sword qi in his body, and the moment when he couldn't suppress the sword qi at all would be the moment when his life stopped.

"You're not bad. Song Si put the sword back into its sheath, and with a single move, after retracting the flying sword that was knocked away, he put a big point on his left shoulder to stop the injury.

"I'm unwilling!ah..." The sword qi rushed out from Wei Xiu's body, blood splattered, staining Wei Xiu's white robe, and with a clang, the sword broke and died. The last cry, the unwilling obsession, the figure of failure in vain is reflected in a pool of blood.

Far away, on the top of a nine-zhang tall tree, a middle-aged man wearing a hat took out a jade plaque and wrote a message: Xianjing, thirty-seventh, Huashan sent Wei Xiu to die in Song Si.

Putting away the jade card, the middle-aged man glanced at Song Si, turned into a star and disappeared.

"Well, it's too easy to die. Murong Chen put away the wine and looked at the bloody man in the dust.

Mo Liuli got up and jumped off the roof: "Because they are swordsmen!"

"Oh my God, my restaurant, it's all ruined, it's all ruined!" The old shopkeeper of the restaurant ran into ......the ruins with a roll, seemingly rushing towards Song Si, but actually crawling towards Wei Xiu's body, in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, Wei Xiu's storage bag was constantly enlarged.

It's a pity that just when he was about to grab the storage bag, he had already picked it up by one person, and this person was Song Si.

"How many spirit stones does it take to rebuild your restaurant?" The cold voice sounded in the ears of the old shopkeeper, and his heart trembled when he heard it, and he sat down on the ground.

Killing intent, this is killing intent, the old shopkeeper was also a dragon character who had mixed in martial arts when he was young, and he was particularly sensitive to killing intent. The one in front of him is a master who can fly to the sky, and a single sword qi is enough to harvest dozens of his old lives.

"No, no. The old shopkeeper looked at Song Si with tears, supported his body with his hands, and stepped backwards.

Frowning, Song Si threw out a cloth bag: "A hundred spirit stones, is it enough?"

"Enough, enough. Picking up the cloth bag, the old shopkeeper crawled and ran away.

"Friend, there are a lot of people here, let's go. Zhuge Yan and Ye Yunlin came to Song Si and guarded Song Si, just in case.

"Well, let's go. ”

After Song Si and the others left, two Huashan disciples wearing blue scarves and white robes came to Wei Xiu.

"Senior Brother Wu, do we really want to collect his body......?

"After all, we have a duel with his senior brother, Senior Brother Chen, and the sword master, and it is shameful to die in battle!"

Senior Brother Chen nodded, stepped forward to help Wei Xiu, put away the broken sword and left the ruins of the restaurant with Senior Brother Wu.

A day later, on the fourth floor of the Immortal Master Building in King Mu's City, Yun Mengxing stretched out his hands and hugged the sky: "My dear Song Si, you have finally appeared again, this seat is thinking about you for a long time, and I can't sleep at night!Ah, wait for me, tomorrow we will leave for Xianjing, Song Si, don't die, you belong to this seat! Hahaha......" Yun Mengxing laughed wildly, and the monks on the first, second, and third floors of the Immortal Master Building were terrified and fled one after another.

Since this madman entered the Immortal Master Building, there have been fewer and fewer guests in the Immortal Master Building, and the reason for this is that a few months ago, a fusion period monk on the fourth floor had a conflict with Yun Mengxing, and he actually abolished his cultivation and threw it on the street, tearing it apart in front of the onlookers.

The screams of this fusion stage monk before his death still make the mortals of Mu Wang City dare not recall it to this day, it is too terrifying!

However, just as the monks ran out of the Immortal Master Building, a mysterious man in a black robe and a white crystal ball in his palm strode towards the Immortal Master Building.

When the black-clothed guards in front of the Immortal Master Tower saw the black-robed people in front of them, they all showed a look of fear on their faces and retreated.

"Elder... Elder ......"

Ying Yi, who was busy and sitting on the first floor to temporarily avoid Yun Mengxing, saw the black-robed man in front of him, looked nervous, stood up, and wanted to run to the fourth floor.