The sudden and sudden death of Qiu Bing'e caused the audience to cry out in shock.
Mei Yinxue showed a trace of sorrow, and finally sighed slightly, took off the cloak behind her, and gently spread it on Qiu Bing'e's body, which can be regarded as fulfilling the righteousness of a disciple.
There was a sound of quarreling in the direction of Youlong Gang.
After several coordinations at the martial arts conference, the verdict was announced loudly: "Qiu Bing'e committed suicide and died, which had nothing to do with the martial arts competition. The winner is Sushang Gongmei Yinxue."
This sentence has not stopped yet, on the other side of the silent competition arena, there is a sudden exclamation——
A touch of purple clouds filled the sky.
Cheng Buyi covered his face and backed away while screaming, his eyes were dripping with blood...
"You, you... how is it possible, how is it possible..."
Cheng Buyi had an expression of disbelief, but unfortunately he was blind and could no longer move.
He lost, lost beyond belief.
From the beginning to the present, the two sides seem to have not moved a single bit, but the aura of the two has been confronting in the void, evenly matched.
It's a pity that when I heard that Qiu Bing'e was defeated and died, there was a gap in my mind for an instant, and Ning Huiru caught it in an instant, just for an instant—
"Zihuang" suddenly appeared!
And with an absolutely unimaginable sword move, he hurt his eyes.
This move is the unique skill of the sword god - [One sword light coldly shines on Kyushu].
Unbelievable, yet natural.
The mouths of the 100,000 fighters who watched the battle swelled a bit.
The wife of the Sword God, who had always been rumored to be at odds with the Sword God, actually used the famous stunt of the Sword God at the juncture of the martial arts competition. This kind of change is really too dramatic.
Ning Huiru looked indifferent, Zihuang sword slowly returned to its sheath, and said softly: "Brother Cheng, I have offended you."
"Ning Huiru... hello, you're fine!" Cheng Buyi raised his thumb, gnashing his teeth when he said this.
But no matter how much he hates in his heart, it is difficult to reverse the unfavorable situation.
With the support of the gang, Cheng Buyi slowly walked to the backstage.
"The winner, Xifeng Pavilion Ning Huiru."
Before recovering her strength, Ning Huiru followed Dingyi's will and named the sect "Xifeng Pavilion".
In three contests, he won two in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, no one was on the stage to challenge, and everyone's eyes were on the duel between Li Muru and his son.
"Bitch!"
When the verdict of Ning Huiru's victory came, Li Muru's face was ferocious, and he cursed angrily.
A flash of anger flashed in Li Daozong's eyes, and he asked coldly, "In your eyes, do all the people in Yijian Villa deserve to die?"
"That's right." Li Muru's face was ferocious, he suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice, "You, Ning Huiru, your uncle, your good-for-nothing third uncle, and... and your mother who is also a slut, Damn it all!"
"Why?" Li Daozong looked at his once loving father in disbelief.
"Because you blocked my way!" Li Muru's eyes were red, and his mood became a little hysterical, "My way is the way of the world's number one swordsman."
"Li Muchan, when Li Muchan was alive, he always overwhelmed me. My father couldn't see my hard work, my mother couldn't see my dedication, and the world couldn't see my talent... All of them only had Li Muchan in their eyes, only Li Muchan. asshole… "
"I hate, I hate, I hate! I hate everything I can't get, and even more I hate that all these things I want belong to my brother... fame, wealth, women... even your bitch mother , Li Muchan was actually thinking about it!"
"Okay, it's okay now. Li Muchan is dead, everything will be mine, mine..."
Li Muru laughed, pointed at Li Daozong with his long sword, and said solemnly: "Now, it's time for me to accept everything. Anyone who stands in the way will die, including you!"
"You have become so incorrigible, you deserve to be called 'a gentleman in the sword'?" Li Daozong was heartbroken, and couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "It's a shame!"
Li Muru shook the sword in his hand, the air was buzzing, and the extremely gloomy voice rang out: "'Gentleman in the Sword'? Hehehe, this reputation is good! How decent and fascinating. The world People are stupid enough to praise Li Muchan to the sky, if I don't make good use of their stupidity, how can I get to where I am today?"
His face became ferocious, Li Muru leaned forward a little, and said in a low voice, "You know? With this identity, you can do many things without being suspected... For example..."
"For example... what?" Li Daozong's sword hand began to tremble.
A sinister smile emerged from the corner of Li Muru's mouth.
He knew exactly which truth this son in name wanted to know.
The truth, right next to his mouth, is like a sharp knife in his hand, wantonly playing with Aiko's heart.
Li Muru did it on purpose.
Because he found that this son is even more difficult to deal with than he imagined. His genius and his ability to use a sword are exactly like his biological father, his eldest brother Li Muchan!
Jealousy scorched his soul like a raging flame, and he couldn't get rid of it.
Therefore, he wanted to make Li Muchan's son lose his mind.
Then kill him!
Kill him recklessly, and then kill Ning Huiru and Li Youlan's mother and daughter, so that all traces of Li Muchan will disappear from this world, disappear...
he laughed.
Giggling like a winner.
"Say! Like what..." Li Daozong growled in a low voice, his eyes tearing open.
"You know, of course you know." Li Muru gently moved his fingers in the air, the light on his fingertips condensed, and the image of a woman was vividly presented, exactly like Li Daozong's mother.
Li Daozong's breath suddenly became short of breath, and just as he was about to question again, a ray of light shot into the woman's neck, overflowing with brilliance, and the originally dignified woman withered like a decaying flower...
"It really is you, it really is you..."
Li Daozong suddenly broke out and roared: "Bastard, I will kill you!"
boom!
The blazing platinum air soared into the sky, as sharp as a sword that could break through the sky.
Li Muru laughed wildly, "Hahaha, you want to kill me? You want to kill me? I am your father, if you kill me, you are treasonous, you are a beast, a little beast!"
Click—
The soaring sword vigor slashed down!
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Li Muru's mouth...
not good!
Ye Qingxuan, who was watching the battle from a distance, suddenly stood up!
Boo—
A touch of blood flashed across.
The huge arena was split into two halves by Li Daozong's resolute sword, and the two halves were neatly divided.
But under the sword marks, there was no trace of Li Muru.
Li Muru stood in Li Daozong's position, with his hands behind his back, looking proudly under the ring.
His right hand, fingertips were stained red with blood.
Li Daozong fell there, in Ye Qingxuan's arms...
A mouthful of blood spewed out from Li Daozong's mouth, and a smear of Yin Hong continued to expand on his chest.
"He, he has practiced... he has practiced... Sure enough, sure enough..."
Ye Qingxuan kept penetrating life-type qi, and said in a deep voice: "I know, I know... don't talk, don't talk!"