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Lin Tian also felt a little weird. The old man Xue Xiao didn't watch the competition, but kept staring at him. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned, otherwise he would have blushed like a little girl.

"Master of the Blood Sect, what are you looking at me for?" Lin Tian asked uncomfortably.

"I heard from my granddaughter that you are very powerful. Not only did you kill my law enforcement elder, but you also rescued people from the Gu Wuwen family under my nose. You are quite capable." Xuexiao said with a smile.

Lin Tian smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Xue Ning is so complimentary. I'm just lucky."

"Luck is also a part of strength." Xuexiao said: "Let's do this. After this incident, you will be married to my granddaughter, and it will be a worry for me."

"this……"

"Don't do this or that. If you don't agree, I won't kill you. I'll kill all the Jiang family disciples behind you." Xuexiao said with the muscles on his face twitching violently.

Lin Tian smiled faintly, but did not agree to anything. He just raised his head and looked at the two people in the field. He is very close to Bei Youran now. I wonder if he can defeat Wang Yuyi's third son Wang Yang.

Seeing that Lin Tian did not kowtow to him, Xuexiao was very satisfied with him. Everyone was afraid of death, and also afraid that his fellow disciples would be killed, but Lin Tian did not beg for mercy from him, which shows that he is an upright man.

man.

Only such a man can be worthy of his bloody granddaughter.

Then, Xuexiao said nothing more and turned his attention to the competition field.

Both Bei Youran and Wang Yang were freed from the poison of Purple Red Luo. When they heard that the two of them were going to fight, they were both shocked, but they understood the current situation very well. Many ancient martial arts disciples were

The people of Yinmen are under control. If they don't kill each other, more people may die.

Finally, the two stood in the middle of the competition venue.

"Senior Brother Wang Yang, I'm offended." Bei Youran pulled out the long sword from his waist. He is now at the late stage of the Earth Level and can deal with any disciple with ease. Moreover, he has already mastered the last move of the Qijue Sword.

, ordinary disciples really cannot do any harm to him.

Moreover, Bei Youran is also very familiar with the cultivation of Wang family disciples. This Wang Yang is Wang Yuyi's third son. He is usually used to being pampered and has practiced ancient martial arts for more than ten years. Now he only has the cultivation and strength of the late Xuan level.

But it's not like he's not on the same level.

"You're welcome, just take action. Life or death matters." Wang Yang also drew out the long sword from his waist. Although he was not very clear about Bei Youran's cultivation, he had heard his father Wang Yuyi say before that Bei Youran came to the Wang family.

After that, Bei Youran only practiced the sword moves of the Qijue Sword, and Bei Youran never learned the last move.

The Qijue Sword is only an intermediate sword technique, not an advanced sword technique. Wang Yang has practiced it for a while, and although he is not very proficient, he is still very familiar with the sword moves of the Qijue Sword.

Now he met Bei Youran, who only knew how to use Qijue Sword. He felt that he had a better chance of winning.

Suddenly, Wang Yang held a sword in one hand and rushed straight towards Bei Youran. Then he raised his long sword and stabbed towards Bei Youran's throat with a sharp sword light.

A cold light flashed in Bei Youran's eyes. But he didn't take a step back, and faced him with the sword in his hand without hesitation.

Ding dong…

The two long swords collided together. They made a light sound, which seemed very light. However, the surrounding air was dispersed by the inner energy burst out by the two people.

Then, Wang Yang's body flashed, and several clear afterimages instantly appeared. The long sword in his hand whizzed out, turned into dozens of sword lights, and shot towards Bei Youran.

Each ray of sword light was like a real sword blade, and the moment it pierced the air, a fierce explosion broke out.

Bei Youran did not panic, and used the seven unique sword moves. He raised his hand and waved, dozens of sword rays scattered out, intersecting with Wang Yang's sword rays, sparking countless sparks.

Gradually, the two men stood at full height, and their bodies turned into afterimages. Everyone could only see the dancing wind and the sparks of flying swords on the field, but they could not see the number of attack paths or who had the upper hand.

Wang Yuyi, who was outside the court, kept paying attention to his son, with sweat on his forehead. If Wang Yang lost, his life would be at risk.

But seeing that his son was able to fight Bei Youran fiercely, he felt at ease because Wang Yang knew the sword moves of Qijue Sword very well. No matter how Bei Youran used his moves, he could easily resolve them, but Bei Youran could not defeat him for a long time.

Wang Yang must have been so impatient that he lost his sense of control. At that time, it was a good time for Wang Yang to fight back.

Although his cultivation level is much higher than that of Wang Yang, Bei Youran has been dealing with Wang Yang carefully. From the duel, he can see that Wang Yang is very familiar with the sword moves of his Qijue Sword. No matter how he changes his moves,

Wang Yang can easily resolve it.

And now, he only has the last move of the Qijue Sword that he has not used, but he does not dare to use it easily. If this move is broken by Wang Yang again, he will really have no chance of winning.

With a thought on his mind, Bei Youran suddenly withdrew his sword move.

Wang Yang raised his brows and hurriedly drew out his sword. Pfft... the sword pierced Bei Youran's shoulder. Suddenly, Bei Youran's snow-white robe was dyed red with blood.

"The Heartless Sword Style." Bei Youran suddenly shouted. Before Wang Yang could pull out the long sword from his shoulder, he used the last sword style of the Qijue Sword at extremely fast speed.

In an instant, countless sword rays penetrated Wang Yang's body directly, and blood spurted out violently. In just a few seconds, he became a bloody man.

Wang Yang's face turned pale, he stumbled back, and then fell to the ground with a plop, staring at the blue sky, and blood foam kept coming out of his mouth.

"Yang'er." Wang Yuyi rushed over, picked up Wang Yang, wiped the blood from the corner of Wang Yang's mouth, and cried: "You don't want to die, I won't allow you to die."

"Dad..." Wang Yang's body kept trembling, and he used his last strength to grab Wang Yuyi's arm and said, "You want to avenge me..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yang's hand struck down, but his eyes did not close, and he refused to close his eyes!

"Yang'er." Wang Yuyi cried bitterly while holding her son's body.

Bei Youran gritted his teeth and pulled out the long sword that pierced his shoulder. Looking at the dead Wang Yang, he felt no regrets. Just like he said before the competition, life or death is determined by fate!

Snap!

Xuexiao clapped his hands and walked over and said with a smile: "Master Wang, what a wonderful showdown. Although your son has some abilities, it's a pity that his sword is just one move away. If he wasn't in a hurry to win, he would stab forward recklessly.

With that sword, maybe he won't be killed."

Wang Yang did not lose because of his strength, but because of his scheming. (To be continued)

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