"See others?" In the outer door, in the extremely luxurious residence, the majestic man splashed ink at a white scroll, and asked the man holding the sword who had just come in without looking back: "How do you feel?"

"I'm a good opponent," the man holding the sword replied expressionlessly.

The majestic man kept asking, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" the man holding the sword said firmly.

"Very good," the majestic man put down the pen in his hand, looked at the work in front of him with satisfaction, and then turned around and said, "Then go, I believe your sword will not disappoint me."

"yes!"

On the other hand, the competition for newcomers of Biyou Sect continued, with people constantly being eliminated, and people constantly breaking out of the siege and entering the next stage.

In the rotational confrontation, soon the top 16, top 8 and top 4 were decided. Xie Feihong, who had killed a veteran outside disciple and Li Yu on the Shanhe List, also won one of the top 4 places as everyone expected, and became one of the players entering the semi-finals.

However, what disappointed many interested people was that most of the opponents Xie Feihong met before were not strong, and the strongest one was just about the same as the muscle-strong man Xie Feihong had met before. In addition, there were still many who had various considerations to abstain directly, so they did not test the depth of Xie Feihong's strength.

With Biyouzong responsible for managing the outer door, he just repeated the rules of the competition again, especially after the focus of mentioning the rules that cannot kill people for no reason, the semi-finals officially began.

As the semi-finals, the people who watched the game far exceeded those knockout matches before. In this environment, Xie Feihong and his opponent also officially made the appearance. This opponent has always used the cold-faced sword-holding man who stared at him like a thorn on his back.

"Do you want to kill me?" Xie Feihong raised his eyebrows at the man holding the sword in front of him.

The man holding the sword couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly, and then he said, "Why do you say that?"

"People can lie, but swords cannot lie," Xie Feihong said lightly: "Your sword wants to drink blood, your sword is eager to taste death!"

"Do you know the sword?" The man holding the sword was silent for a moment and spoke.

"I understand a little bit," Xie Feihong recalled: "I once had a very good friend, a friend who had been with him for a very short time but was intimate. He understood swords, no, he should be said to be a sword."

"Are a man a sword?" The man holding the sword narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you know his name?"

"Is that necessary?" Xie Feihong chuckled.

The man holding the sword flashed for a moment and then said, "...it's true that's not necessary."

"Do it," Xie Feihong pressed his hand on the hilt of his knife and squinted his eyes: "I believe the people behind you can't wait."

"...It seems," Hearing Xie Feihong mention the person behind him, the man holding the sword flashed again, and then said, "You know a lot."

"No, I don't know," Xie Feihong chuckled, "I don't need to know either. I just know that today the person behind you will receive a corpse, a corpse that has not yet been cooled."

"Did anyone tell you that you are very confident?" The man holding the sword narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and the sword in his hand slowly unsheathed. The cold light of the EMU and the stern sword energy burst out instantly, making all the spectators cold, as if they had already entered the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month!

"There are many," Xie Feihong said lightly: "But I just believe in the knife in my hand."

"Then I'm afraid your knife will let you down today!"

As the words of the man holding the sword fell, the three-foot green hair in his hand, which was like a pool of autumn water, instantly spoke a little cold star, and instantly crossed nearly a hundred steps away, and stabbed directly into Xie Feihong's throat with a dead aura!

Likes and dislikes!

As the sword in the hand of the man holding the sword was unsheathed, everyone who looked at the sword in his hand was swung, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and dizziness, and at the same time it seemed that his divine thoughts were polluted!

So fast!

Most of the spectators in the audience did not see the movements of the man holding the sword clearly, and then found that his figure disappeared in front of him!

Even the outer deacon on the stage who was responsible for maintaining order only caught a vague shadow in his eyes. When he completely chased the figure of the man holding the sword, the tip of the sword in the man holding the sword was about to pierce Xie Feihong's throat!

not good!

"Damn it! How dare he!"

When the outer deacon heard the conversation between Xie Fei and the man holding the sword, he didn't care because it was just two middle-aged boys pretending to behave. However, when he saw the man holding the sword, he realized that what Xie Feihong said before was true.

The man holding the sword was really going to kill someone, and there was no mercy under the sword! This is simply a murderous sword!

Regardless of what the audience in the audience is about to the sword-holding man, when he sees his sword, he will be stained with blood and pierce Xie Feihong's throat directly, the face of the outer deacon in charge of the arena changes instantly.

After all, if a disciple is killed under his nose, let’s not talk about how to deal with the murderer. The person he is responsible for must be the first to take the lead.

If the dead person is related to the inner sect like Xie Feihong, and the relationship is related to his lineage, then his ending will be even worse!

Therefore, subconsciously, he wanted to take action to stop everything that was about to happen, but he saw that the arrow in the man's hand was too fast. Although the martial arts cultivation skills of the outer deacon were much higher than those of the man holding the sword, it was still a little late!

For a moment, a trace of despair flashed in the eyes of the deacon of the outer sect, and the murderous intent of the man holding the sword began to worry about his future.

Just when the deacon of the outer sect thought Xie Feihong was dead and was about to hide his hatred under the sword man's sword, a dazzling cold light suddenly burst into his eyes. Then, under this beautiful and deadly cold light, the dazzling sword light in the sword man's hand melted away like ice disintegration!

Then maybe it was a moment, or maybe it took a long time, the captivating cold light finally dissipated, and a person's clothes were completely dyed red with blood. The vitality in his eyes was also like a candlelight in the wind, as if it would be destroyed at any time!

"Good knife..." Youxin continued to say something, but it was obvious that the man was already a little helpless. His mouth opened slightly, his body shook and fell directly to the ground, and his soul returned to the nine springs.
Chapter completed!