The heroic spirit burst out from Luo Wenwen and rushed into the sky. At that moment, the weak and beautiful Luo text stood between heaven and earth like a giant, which was frightening.

"What a strong sword! No wonder he is so confident."

Nanmen Feng\'s eyes were frozen and his face moved. He was not sure of winning this sword. If you summon the soul of qingjiao, he will win!

But it was a battle between sword and sword. Jianxiu\'s pride did not allow him to do so.

The sword hangs down the star river!

The crowd only felt that the sky seemed to be dark. A cold light fell in the distant sky, falling towards the ground under the traction of the long sword in the South Gate Maple\'s hand.

They both felt the other party\'s strong sense of war and shouted, "war!"

The sky and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon have no light.

The mighty spirit crashed into the cold light from the sky. There was no violent collision sound as expected. Only the sword spirit was raging, and the air was torn, causing "hiss!"‘ Hiss! " The sound of breaking the air.

The cold light was dim, the heroic spirit melted, the green robe was broken, the white clothes were ragged, the blood dripped slowly along the long sword, and Luo Wenwen\'s beautiful face was as white as paper.

"I lost!"

Luo Wenwen still doesn\'t believe it. How could his sword fail? But that\'s the truth. He lost!

Bijian, he failed for the first time in his life! And it was defeated by a man whose cultivation was lower and younger than him.

"Poof!" as soon as he was relieved, the injury in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and the blood gushed out. Lonely, staggering towards the stage.

"Da!" a drop of blood fell on the stage along the Xuanyuan sword. A light red stain appeared on the right arm of Nanmen Maple holding the sword, and then dyed the green clothes through.

In this war, it is very dangerous to win. If it had been put a month ago, the loser would have been Nanmen maple.

The crowd couldn\'t be calm for a long time. They couldn\'t be calm for a long time with a wonderful sword.

"Is this the strength that a warrior in the spirit realm should have?"

"Their understanding of the sword has gone beyond the scope of cultivation."

The crowd seemed to see two new stars rising slowly in chiyun country. As long as they didn\'t wither halfway, they would be powerful in the future.

"Nanmen Maple must die!" the second prince said secretly. When he grew up, it would be a hidden danger. He can\'t take risks. With the help of Nanmen maple, the odds between him and Yunhua will be one point less.

Nanmenfeng let the second prince Yunyan feel the crisis. Although it is a crisis that may not exist, Yunyan doesn\'t care. What he has to do is to erase all possible crises.

The inspiration of sudden enlightenment between life and death can often bring a qualitative leap. Nanmen maple, with this strength, let them understand.

"He has grown to this point." Xiang Yao whispered.

I still remember that he took pity on talents and brought Nanmen Maple into the inner door. Inner gate Dabi, Nanmen Feng became famous in the first World War of wanjianzong and stepped into the ranks of core disciples.

The demon king territory and his party even obtained the eggs of the purple thunder eagle that had not yet been hatched. Just then, they provoked the change of the clan and were expelled from wanjianzong. So far, in just three months, he has been favored by King Sheng, and his strength has grown to this point.

Perhaps, no one is his enemy in the real world of wanjianzong. It has only been more than half a year since I first entered the inner door.

In Xiang Yao\'s memory, the disciple of wanjianzong never grew up so fast.

"Zongmen is wrong this time, which is outrageous!" Xiang Yao sighed. The only thing that reassured him was that he was evergreen for a hundred miles. I just hope Nanmen Maple doesn\'t forget the kindness of hundreds of miles of evergreen. Otherwise, what kind of disaster will wanjianzong have when Nanmen Maple grows up?

Is he such a person?

Half an hour passed quickly. Nanmen Feng got up slowly, his eyes glittered, and his momentum was restrained. Although the wound has not healed, the battle is no longer a serious problem.

Xiao Fengyu didn\'t know when he appeared behind the second prince. "It\'s done?" the second prince asked in a low voice.

"Never fail." Xiao Fengyu\'s confident assurance can\'t reassure the second prince. The sword just now is too strong! There are few enemies in the spiritual realm.

If Xiao Fengyu had just seen the sword, would he still be so confident? The second prince doesn\'t know. He only needs to know one thing. Nanmen Maple has become a stumbling block for him. Even if it is only an insignificant stumbling block now, he is still determined to clean it up.

The road of imperial power cannot tolerate any mercy. Otherwise, when the butcher\'s knife is held in other people\'s hands, he can only be slaughtered.

On the platform three feet high, the young man in black stagnated in mid air and then jumped up. His figure is not natural and unrestrained, but it is very practical. He seems unwilling to waste his spare half of his strength.

His purpose is only to stage and kill, that\'s all.

Qiu wolf is not named Qiu, but the enemy of hatred. He was raised by wolves, so he was named Qiu wolf.

At the age of five, I witnessed a family being killed. Qiu wolf was hidden by his mother. From then on, he only had hatred in his heart and forgot everything, including his surname.

Revenge wolf wants revenge, so he needs to be strong. But in this cruel world, a child has no background and dependence. It is a problem to live. How can he become stronger?

Therefore, he chose to take refuge in the strong. Only with the help of the strong can he become strong and revenge.

Therefore, Qiu Lang became a knife in the hands of the second prince, a murderous and invincible knife. Today, this knife was used by the second prince again. The target is nanmenfeng.

Qiu Lang looked at the maple at the South Gate in front of him and disdained it. When does the martial artist on the seventh floor of the spirit realm need him to do it?

Being stared at by Qiu wolf, Nanmen Feng has a creepy feeling. It\'s a pair of wild animal eyes, only killing machines. He seems to live just to kill.

"How could such people appear here?" Nanmen Feng couldn\'t guess. The only thing for sure was that someone wanted to kill him! Who would have such hatred with him and choose to do it at the grand ceremony of King Sheng\'s admission. Aren\'t you afraid of Wang Sheng\'s anger?

"How could it be him?" the stone Xinghai in the crowd was a little distracted and murmured.

The eighth Prince Yunhua turned his head and said, "do you know him?"

"HMM." Shi Xinghai nodded and said in a deep voice, "his name is Qiu lang. no one knows his origin. He is famous in the University, but he is very low-key. The only few battles were killing his opponents."

"Oh?" the eighth prince said faintly, "how is his strength?"

After a little thought, Shi Xinghai said, "no one knows his strength. Qiu Lang never participates in the battle of the spirit list. However, people who know him know that Qiu Lang\'s strength can at least enter the top ten or higher of the spirit list."

"Moreover, even among the top ten people in the spirit list, no one is willing to fight with Qiu wolf. Fight him, life and death, regardless of victory or defeat!"

The eighth Prince frowned deeper. Relatively speaking, nanmenfeng was more valuable to him alive than dead. He hoped Nanmen Maple could win, but he was not optimistic about Nanmen maple.

Killing and fighting are two different concepts! The eighth Prince knew this very well.

"Who is he?" the eighth Prince didn\'t want nanmenfeng to die, at least not now.

Shi Xinghai was embarrassed and whispered, "I once suspected that he was the second prince. Now it doesn\'t look like him!"

"Well," the eighth Prince nodded, "my good second brother won\'t do such a stupid thing. I\'d rather be his man."

Wait and see what happens! Now, no one can change except King Sheng, but will he?

Qiu wolf\'s bloody eyes were red. He had no emotion except killing intention. Nanmen Feng couldn\'t help smiling bitterly. Such people are the most difficult to deal with. They seem to be born to kill.

"Fight!" the maple Xuanyuan sword in the South Gate pointed lightly, waiting for the enemy wolf to attack.

The blood red blade was fleeting. The enemy wolf stepped on it and quickly chopped towards the maple in the south gate. The killing opportunity was revealed without hesitation.

What a fast knife! Nanmen Feng\'s heart is cold. The sabre technique seems to have no rules to follow, but it\'s simple and fast. This is the sabre technique of killing people.

Nanmen Feng only felt the red light shrouded in front of him. The strong killing intention made him confused and timid before fighting. There was still a trace of Qingming in his heart. Nanmen Feng hurried to move his kung fu to wave away these negative emotions.

At this time, the blood knife was close to him. In a hurry, Xuanyuan sword cut out quickly. The knives and swords intersected. The body of Nanmen Maple was shocked and retreated wildly.

What a killing intention! Unexpectedly, Qiu Lang\'s killing intention can confuse the other party\'s mind. Just now, if the reaction is a little slow, Nanmen Maple has died under the knife.

"Eh?" Qiu Lang\'s red eyes showed a surprised color, "you are the first in the seven layers of the spirit realm."

Pressing down the rolling blood in his chest, Nanmen Maple said faintly: "if you want to kill me, you\'d better take out some books and bring them!"

"Really?" Qiu Lang smiled grimly at the corners of his mouth, licked his lips with his tongue, and said angrily, "then take a knife from me."

Who will win the war? If before, people did not hesitate to believe that Qiu wolf would win. There is a huge gap in cultivation, which is difficult to make up. It can be seen that after knowing the sword of Nanmen maple, it is difficult to predict who will win and who will lose!

"Kill meaning?" Wang Sheng frowned. The battle of Nanmen Maple was dangerous!

Nanmen Maple was more and more frightened during the Vietnam War. The hatred of wolves was completely a desperate play. The moves were fatal, which made Nanmen Maple very uncomfortable. Now it seems that there is no need to preserve strength.

"Fight!"

The maple in the South Gate suddenly accelerated, and its body shape was like the wind blowing, with residual shadows passing through the air. Qiu wolf suddenly retreated, opened the distance, and stared coldly at the South Gate maple, but where can you catch the figure of the South Gate Maple?

"It\'s interesting!" Qiu Lang smiled grimly, his eyes closed, his momentum dispersed, and his killing intention was like an invisible net intertwined in front of him.

Kill!

At the moment of the battle, Nanmen Maple finally defended for the attack. Xuanyuan sword drew a track and cut away quickly. The strong sword intention locked the enemy wolf from a distance.

With his eyes closed, Qiu wolf felt his forehead tight and his Qi machine pulled. A figure clearly appeared in his mind. The blood knife waved out, as if it had eyes, and met Xuanyuan sword exactly.

After the shrill sound of the intersection of knives and swords, Nanmen Maple retreated three steps. A killing intention invaded his body and hurried to resolve it.

At this time, Qiu wolf moved. The blood knife followed the trend and did not give Nanmen Maple a chance to breathe. The strong killing machine blew Nanmen Maple\'s long hair dancing and hunting in green.

There is no way to make up for the absolute gap in cultivation by virtue of body method. "Do you need to use the soul of the green Jiao?" Nanmen Feng gave up, not yet.

A sword startles thunder!

The rolling and dull thunder sounded, and Xuanyuan sword walked silently through the thunder. Qiu Lang first frowned and immediately showed a faint smile. The blood knife castrated unchanged and cut off quickly.

Boom!