Chapter 75

The man in black looked very gloomy and said in a low voice, "I'll make you regret it!"

"You?" Nanmen Feng laughed, "it only takes a sword to defeat you!"

Nanmen Feng deliberately amplified his voice, and the crowd under the stage heard it clearly. The man in black looked warm and angry, and almost burst out fire in his eyes. When was he so despised?

What's more, they both have three levels of cultivation in the real world, and it's hard to predict whether they will win or lose.

"What is this man, so crazy?"

"Hide your head and show your tail. When you wear a cloak, you are shameful. Your tone is not small."

"Don't be cut off by someone else's sword later. That's funny."

The crowd was talking, but Nanmen Feng turned a deaf ear. He was not arrogant, but deliberately created an atmosphere. King Sheng told me that it was very difficult to kill with one blow and leave no survivors!

Nanmen Feng said that he didn't give himself a way back, nor did he give the other party a way back. In full view of the public, the man in black wanted to prove himself. He had no way back except to go all out to take the sword of Nanmen Feng.

If he dares to avoid the sword of Nanmen maple, even if he muddles through, it will leave him an insurmountable barrier in his life. I'm afraid the way of martial arts will come to an end.

"Come on!"

The man in black shouted angrily and took out a dark, simple and long sword.

"You also repair the sword?" Nanmen Feng smiled, "that's even easier." Xuanyuan sword came out of thin air. Zhenyuan moved, and the golden awn was shining in the sun.

As Ao Shan said a word, the man in black took the lead in moving. The ancient long sword burst into a dark blue light, and there was a tearing sound of Zhenyuan in the air.

Nanmen Maple's eyes were indifferent and motionless. Just when the man in black's long sword was less than a foot in front of him, the South Gate Maple suddenly moved. The man in black only felt a flower in front of him and disappeared.

Frightened, he quickly turned and looked. He saw Nanmen Maple long sword standing in his position.

"You lose..." the man in black was shocked to find that he could no longer make any sound. There was a light blood mark on his neck. Suddenly, the blood sprayed out of the blood mark. The man in black dilated his pupils and his eyes were full of horror and unwilling.

Dead!

The crowd under the stage was in an uproar. Just now, they didn't see what was happening at all, but the figures staggered, and the man in black was killed.

Only a few people can see clearly the sword just now. It's just an ordinary sword. The only difference is that it's fast, extremely fast.

He didn't even notice that the man in black was stabbed.

"My God! How could he be so fast!"

"Who is he? I've never heard of him."

"His strength is so strong. I'm afraid only people in the middle of the real world can stop him."

At this time, a proud man in white on the west side of the stand looked at the South Gate maple on the stage and murmured, "it could be him. How did he come out? After three years, he is stronger."

Similarly, a gray man in the west side flashed doubt in his gray eyes, "can it be him? No way, he has been killed in the emperor's tomb by me. Besides, even if he survived, he can't get out of the emperor's tomb. Just what's the matter with the sword?"

Ao Shan glanced at the man in black lying on the ground and said coldly to the maple in the south gate, "continue to challenge or rest?"

Nanmen Feng said with a smile, "I'm tired. I'd better rest later." then he turned and walked down the stage.

"Wait!" Ao Shan drank Nanmen Feng and said, "what's your name and make a record."

name? Nanmen Feng said in secret: the news that he was out of the emperor's tomb must have spread at this time. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I'd better use a pseudonym.

"Wan Jianzong, ye Liangchen!"

Nanmen Feng did not return to the stand, but stood among the crowd under the stage. Now that he understood their intention, the rest would be easy to do.

At this time, at one edge of the stand, an old man in a plain robe frowned behind him and asked, "when did zongnei have such a talent?"

The two young men behind the plain robed old man looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. There are no more than three people under the age of 25 who can have three levels of cultivation in the real world. They are all the key care objects of the sect. There is no such one at all.

A man flew out of the crowd onto the platform and took away the body of the man in black. His cold eyes swept the crowd and searched for the figure of 'ye Liangchen'.

As Ao Shan said, "the challenge continues." the battle continued, but at least the presence of the second floor of the real world came to power this time. Obviously, the death of the man in black calmed many people down.

The three floors of Zhenjing were all killed by one sword. Their strength is not enough. They can only die in vain.

Ten wins can enter the final selection, so no one is willing to fight hard with the martial artists on the third floor of the real environment. For a time, no one took the stage to challenge.

A moment later, suddenly, there were more and more martial artists on the first and second floors of the real world on the stage, and the result was the same defeat. In the blink of an eye, the white warrior has won eight games.

Nanmen Feng knows that he can't wait any longer. The purpose of King Sheng's letting him come to power is to make trouble. As long as there are no ten winners, the new emperor of Baiyue sect will become a joke in Yunzhou, which is a warning to those forces who want to rely on Baiyue sect.

The body moves, the platform is ten feet high, and the maple steps in the South Gate step lightly and soar upward.

"You are finally willing to go on stage!" the warrior in white saw the South Gate Maple coming on stage and his killing intention burst into his eyes.

Nanmen Feng was surprised and said, "are you waiting for me?"

The martial artist in White said coldly, "dare to make trouble with me and die!"

At this time, Nanmen Feng suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not participating in the selection of Wuhuang disciples at all. He came to the stage just to kill himself. The later things can continue as they arranged.

He shook his head with a bitter smile. The roles of hunters and prey often change unconsciously. The key point is who is stronger.

"It seems that they have confidence in you!"

"It's enough to kill you!"

Aoshan looked at the martial artist in white with some dissatisfaction. You can know something, but you can't say it. The young man is still too proud to hold his breath.

"Start!" Ao Shan directly interrupted their conversation, so as not to embarrass the people under the stage.

The green awn crossed and drew a blue peak in the air, whistling towards the maple in the south gate. The cold momentum blew the clothes and robes hunting.

This man is so strong! The peak of the third floor of Zhenjing is not far from the fourth floor of Zhenjing.

This time, the first floor of the nine day alchemy ceremony was completed, and the power of the divine soul was nearly quadrupled. Nanmen Maple now has a keen sense of breath, whether it is human or in the air.

The maple in the south gate was moving, his figure was flashing, and the Xuanyuan sword stabbed out. It was the first move of throwing the wind.

Boom!

Qingmang directly cut to Xuanyuan sword, and the sound of Zhenyuan bursting came from the air.

"But so!" the martial artist in white laughed, and the green awn shone again and cut at the South Gate maple, no slower than the sword of the South Gate Maple just now.

"Really?" Nanmen Feng said faintly, "it's just some appetizers. Try it."

The Xuanyuan sword moves again and cuts down like a storm. One sword is faster than another. As soon as the white warrior's face changed, he quickly took back the long sword block.

For a time, Nanmen Maple attacked madly, while the white warrior could only defend passively. Nanmen Maple had an absolute advantage in speed, both in body method and sword skill.

The warrior in white was more and more frightened during the Vietnam War. I didn't expect his speed to be so fast.

"Let's see what is the real sword repair!" the white warrior shouted angrily. His momentum changed and a cold breath came out.

As soon as Nanmen Maple retreated, he smiled and asked, "sword meaning?"

"That's right!" the martial artist in White said proudly, "only when you understand the meaning of the sword can you be regarded as real sword cultivation. What can you do faster? Everything is vain in front of absolute power."

The swordsman in white has a strong sword intention, which is about to take shape. No wonder he is so confident. Even those who are really martial arts, there are not many people who understand the meaning, and there are fewer people who condense the meaning and integrate the meaning into the true yuan.

Nanmen Feng hasn't integrated his intention into Zhenyuan now. He just uses the advantage of throwing wind and cutting to make it faster. If he can completely integrate his intention, the person in front of him can't stop his sword.

"Then I want to teach you how powerful the so-called real sword repair is!"

"Go to hell!" the white warrior whispered. The cold sword intention vomited gently along the long sword, and the virtual shadow flashed, which was about to condense into a substance.

Nanmen Feng sneered, "if you want to kill me, you'd better change someone."

Xuanyuan sword suddenly burst out a sharp and incomparable sword idea, and there was a gray smell in the dazzling golden awn. The martial artist in white shrunk his eyes and exclaimed, "the sword is frozen!"

The martial artist in white was surprised. He never thought that Nanmen Feng not only understood the meaning of the sword, but also was stronger than him. There was a trace of wind intention in the previous sword technique, but now it is sword intention. What kind of metamorphosis did you encounter. At the same time, to understand the two artistic conception is to condense the meaning of the sword.

"It's over! There's no doubt that the war will be lost."

At this time, the warrior in white no longer thought about how to kill Nanmen maple, but how to save his life under this attack.

It's a long story. Everything just happened between lightning and flint. The martial artist in white doesn't have much time to think. Bite your teeth, crazy urge the whole body Zhenyuan, just want to be able to survive this sword.

Aoshan, standing at the corner of the platform, obviously found the crisis of the martial artist in white, but he was not easy to openly favor in public. He had to wait until this move was over and rob people from the sword of "ye Liangchen".

Boom!

The collision between Jianyi and Jianyi made the warrior in white scream, and his body was directly blown off the stage. Still in mid air, someone flew to catch it.

Nanmen Feng smiled coldly and turned to walk under the stage. Just now, Nanmen Feng completely blasted the sword into the other party's body. When the warrior in white flew out of the platform, Nanmen Feng noticed that the vitality in his body was rapidly collapsing.

Unless there is a strange medicine such as Yuye Shengji powder, you will die. Will the worship of the moon cost such a price on a disciple?

The crowd looked at the fallen Nanmen Feng and was full of horror. I'm afraid no one would be his opponent in the early stage of the real world.

He came to power twice to kill two people who were about to win ten, and then stepped down. Everyone knows that Nanmen Feng definitely has the strength of ten wins, but why did he do that?

The only answer is that he is deliberately making trouble to prevent the emergence of ten winners.