Xue Tao couldn't help but frown. She said to Don't Cry Master, "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to suddenly change the rules. Moreover, this kind of life and death battle will lose the sect's purpose of seeking talents. "
Don't Cry Master made a bitter face and sneered, "Sect Master Xue is good in every way, but you're too soft-hearted! If you can't even see through life and death, what right do you have to cultivate and seek the Dao?! Only the fittest survive in natural selection. My Lingyun Temple and Beastmaster Camp don't need cowards and mediocre people. What we need are outstanding talents who can bring glory to the sect. Fellow Daoists, is this Venerable's consideration really inappropriate? "
Tianyuan Sect's Song Jiang was calm and composed, as if he hadn't heard anything. He had a slight smile on his face as he closed his eyes and rested. The other sect masters looked at each other and didn't say anything.
Ling Ye Lai looked at the group of lowly outer hall disciples below the stage. She stretched her hand to her forehead and tidied up her elegant hair. She said indifferently, "So be it. There's nothing to hesitate about."
Don't Cry Master laughed, "Sect Master Ling may be young, but her knowledge is much greater than some people's." His laughter wasn't much better than crying, and it sounded like the howling of a mountain elf.
Xue Tao was good-natured, so she couldn't be bothered to bicker with him when she heard his mocking tone.
Don't Cry Master said loudly, "Time's up! Those who haven't left will immediately start the match. "
Two of the sixteen people had left the competition, leaving fourteen people. There was even a woman among them who hadn't left the competition. At this time, everyone was afraid that others would hurt them, so they all spread out.
Zhao Yun picked up a longsword from the weapon rack and hurriedly glanced at everyone in the arena. Young Master Feng didn't leave the arena, as if he had nothing to fear and was immensely proud of himself. He stood in the west corner.
This was exactly what Zhao Yun wanted. She thought to herself, "I'll kill you first to take revenge for that day." She leaped and pounced toward Young Master Feng. Because the arena was vast and had a circumference of three hundred meters, Zhao Yun had to leap a few times to reach the west corner.
Zhao Yun was in the air, just as she was about to descend, she suddenly felt a sense of danger. Startled, she lowered her head. Two streaks of black light brushed past his neck at a high speed. Just a little bit more and his soul would have been scattered!
"A stab in the back! You are courting death! " Because she had been plotted against several times, Zhao Yun hated concealed weapons. Now that someone was plotting against her, she was furious.
Zhao Yun hurriedly landed on the ground. She did not have time to check who had plotted against her. The cold air behind her was oppressive, and a large saber came slashing at her from both sides. Zhao Yun felt something in her heart. It was as if she had a pair of eyes on her back and could see everything clearly.
He lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and leaped high into the air. Then, with a flip in the air, he landed on the ground like a rapidly falling plank. His feet were firmly stuck to the red carpet, and he was already behind the sneak attacker.
The two assailants were from the External Hall martial arts class. They knew each other and formed a temporary alliance. When they saw that Zhao Yun was a cripple with a broken arm, they thought of him as a soft persimmon and wanted to beat him before anyone else could. How could they know that Zhao Yun was not a soft persimmon, but a hard iron plate!
The two assailants' concealed weapons and sabers missed one after another. They only saw a white shadow flash in front of them, and the cripple disappeared without a trace. They could not help but look at each other in shock. One of them said, "Brother, that cripple …" Before he could finish, his eyes suddenly popped out. He choked on his words and could not breathe.
The person next to him shouted, "Wu Ling, what's wrong with you?" Just as he spoke, he felt a sharp pain from his back. He looked down in shock, only to see a sword point growing out of his chest for no reason. The sword point was snow-white and flawless. It was unprecedentedly bright.
His body swayed. When he struggled to take his last breath to look at Wu Ling, Wu Ling had already fallen to the ground and was motionless.
He was still in a daze and did not understand. His chest tightened, and the treasured sword flew away like a flying dragon. His heart immediately turned cold, and he lost consciousness. He collapsed on the red carpet and did not even close his eyes.
Zhao Yun quickly killed the two assailants with two slashes. This was his first time killing someone, but he felt that it was a matter of course and did not feel conflicted. Instead, he felt a faint sense of pleasure. He thought to himself, "You're courting death. You can't blame me."
Due to the speed of the attack, the sword was only stained with a drop of bright red blood. It was like a drop of blood on the tip of a crane, bewitching and eye-catching.
When the Don't Cry Master saw this from the high platform, he laughed loudly, "Hehe, I didn't expect someone to die so quickly. That one-armed brat's technique is not bad. He kills without batting an eye. Not bad, not bad. "
Ling Ye Lai's beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation as she looked at the one-armed youth. She gently bit her lower lip, but no one knew what she was thinking.
Since she had entered this killing trap, there was nothing much to say. She just needed to kill with her sword. Zhao Yun had always been willful and reckless. He did as he pleased and would not be soft-hearted. At this moment, he held his sword and slowly walked forward, slashing at anyone he saw. In the blink of an eye, he had killed another person.
Another two assailants were fighting in the middle. One of them was using a sword, while the other was only using his palms to fight. Zhao Yun was unwilling to take advantage of the situation. He held his sword and waited at the side, waiting for the battle to end before he made his move.
When the two assailants were in the midst of their battle, the one using his palms shouted, "Toppling Mountains and Splitting Earth!" Immediately, the one using the sword fell to the ground. The one using his palms quickly went forward, picked up his treasured sword, and cut off the assailant's head. He laughed maniacally, "Haha, you overestimate yourself. Do you think you can defeat my Buddha's Palm?! "
Zhao Yun had waited for a long time and was already impatient. At this moment, he heard the arrogant words of the one using his palms. He laughed contemptuously and said, "This young master will fight you."
That person was complacent. When he heard such a sentence, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He was afraid that someone would secretly stab him. He hurriedly turned around and saw a thin, one-armed man standing in front of him with a sneer on his face. He was so weak that he could not stand up to a gust of wind.
He could not help but laugh until his stomach hurt. He could only press his stomach with both hands and said vaguely, "Haha, little brat, you haven't even had enough milk. You came here to court death. I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you go. Quickly admit defeat and get off the stage. "
Zhao Yun just sneered. He threw his sword casually and stabbed it into the red carpet with a "whoosh". "You're acting recklessly. Quickly get ready and take my palm! "
That person said, "What's there to prepare for?! I can push you down with one finger. "As he said that, he gave Zhao Yun the middle finger and said with a smile," Brat, quickly bring it on. "
Zhao Yun was two feet away from him. At this time, he did not fly in front of that person. Instead, he got into a horse stance. The Jade Fire True Qi circulated throughout his body in an instant. He stimulated infinite power from his dantian and rushed to the meridians in his hands. He exerted his strength, and his palm was suffused with a green phosphorescence. He gently pushed his palm, and the True Qi was like a poisonous dragon, pouncing over with a whoosh.
That person only felt the pressure of Mount Tai hitting his face. Only then did he know that the situation was bad. He hurriedly exerted his strength and shouted, "Toppling Mountains and Splitting Earth!" Sure enough, there was a huge mountain pressing down, and the ground cracked. Then, the person fell on his back, and the back of his head hit the red carpet heavily. Immediately, his brain splattered and blood flowed.
The most lamentable thing was that this person's hands were still in the Toppling Mountains and Splitting Earth posture. His eyes were bulging, and he looked very unwilling.
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