Limitless Sword God

The second game will be held the next day. After all, some people are not as easy as Su Yun. Moreover, after someone fights, they can’t fight because of their own injuries. If they rush to the next game, they will have some talent and talent. People are unfair.

Wang Chongshan and others are still fighting, and Su Yun roughly glances at it to see who has good strength and will become a potential threat.

However, before he looked at it, there was a commotion in the head.

Su Yun stunned and looked at the source of the commotion, but saw several repairers rushing toward it.

The crowd spread out automatically, and there was a blood man lying on the edge of the platform.

The **** people are all wounds, the skin is fleshy, the horror is horrible, and the heads are somewhat sunken and miserable.

"Who is this? It’s so embarrassing."

"The head is rotten"

"I don't know if I am dead."

"Death? What kind of punishment is it for killing people at the event?"

"I don't know."

"Look at what the referee said."

There are many people talking about it. Although most of the spiritualists standing here have seen the storm, but such a cautious scene falls into people's eyes, and many people on the scene are numb and have goose bumps.

Several repairers wearing masks and whites walked over, took out the pills and quickly stuffed them into the **** mouth, and then one person delivered a breath to his chest, and the other two examined the person's injury.

After a while

"Not yet dead, but the head is badly wounded, fearing that there will be amnesia, and repairing and talent will also go backwards."

A repairer raised his head and said to the referee.

Everyone heard the words, all of them chilled.

It hurts so badly.

The referee thought, nodded and thought for a moment, looked at the man on the platform, and then shouted loudly.

"The winner of this ring is: North Xuanming!"

"How about the injury of this person?"

Someone immediately pointed to the **** hostage and asked.

"After judging, the player Bei Xuanming is not intentional. This mountain river list competition is to completely relax the competitors' strength, so that they do not clench their hands. Therefore, the harm to the unintentional behavior is to maintain an acceptable attitude. No punishment."

The referee sounded calm.

"What?" Everyone is ashamed.

"Other people's talents have been destroyed, and even memory loss is not to be punished. Is this too inhuman?"

"There is no eye, the sword is ruthless, and the game is carried out in the form of fighting. Anything that happens will be unpredictable. As long as it is not intentional, it will be regarded as nothing."

"So, killing is OK?"

"If you intentionally kill, you will be punished according to the laws of Qinchuan. If you are guilty of murder, you will not be held accountable."

The referee said slowly.

As soon as the voice fell, the audience boiled.

So, the stadium is killing!

"What is the basis for judging whether it is a manslaughter?" Someone swallowed and asked quickly.

"There is no basis, only judged by the referee!"

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The repairers set up the blood man and left the field. People stayed here for a while, then they dispersed.

Su Yun on the side looked at this scene quietly, and there was a trace of complexity in his eyes.

Yes, the blood man is Shen Hao, and the reason why he is like this is naturally related to his opponent Bei Xuan.

"No cloud brother, it seems that you are easily promoted to the snake group!"

North Xuanming jumped from the ring and smiled at Su Yunwei.

"It’s quite awkward."

Su Yun said.

"Oh, generally."

Su Yun did not speak again and turned to other Fujianese.

North Xuanming swaying folding fan, smiling at the back of Su Yun.

Su Yun is like a horse, and shuttles between the platforms. His eyes glance at the top and bottom of the ring. However, most of the battles in the ring can't attract his attention. In the end, it is the first campaign. There are still many impurities. The real exciting game is only I am afraid that I will come to the end.

Boom!

Suddenly, a muffled sound was uploaded from the side of the ring.

Looked at the sound, but see a light and white figure standing in the center of Fujian and Taiwan, and his opponent, now at a moment, fell to the ground.

"White fan?"

Su Yun looked a condensed.

He secretly urged the gods of the scales and looked at them.

Spiritual soul four products

Although it is not among the top players in the entire Shanhe list, it is extremely amazing among the spiritualists of this age. After all, she is still young, many elders of small forces. However, this is only a repair.

"I didn't expect the progress of the white scorpion fan to be so fast. I haven't seen it for a while. It is already a spiritual product. It is worthy of the talents cultivated by the Shenjian School."

He stood under the stage and looked at it quietly.

The people on the platform climbed up and looked at the white fan who looked at himself. He bit his teeth and rushed over.

But look at the white fan and light feet, gently jump back, then lift the white palm of your hand toward one.

Hey.

The sabre inserted into the scabbard at her waist flew out and slammed a few laps, then killed the man.

"Well?"

Su Yun’s eyes narrowed.

Yu Jian kills the enemy? When will the Shenjian faction have such a move?

"Is this the new sword of the swordsmanship? It looks very powerful."

"I heard that the swordsmanship of the Promise Swordsman makes the Excalibur faction very embarrassing. The sages of the Shenjian faction will study the swordsmanship hard and finally let him realize the technique of killing the enemy by the sword, but even if the sword is sent The skill of this practice is superb, but it can only control a sword. It is not like a sword, and it can control hundreds of swords at the same time."

"It turned out to be."

The people next to them talked about it.

Su Yun’s ears are moving, and his heart is also awkward.

It seems that the things that I have done in this world have changed a lot. In the last life, he has never heard of the magical swords.

The white enamel fan is powerful, the mysterious technique is exquisite, and the opponent is easily defeated. In the praise and surprise of everyone, she walks slowly, like the warrior who returns from the triumph.

Su Yun swept his eyes and whispered, and quietly left.

The word on the token has become a snake, the mark on the arm is dimmed, the event will open tomorrow, the imprint will re-light, and give yourself some event information. Now the players are going to be prepared.

Su Yun took a little step and left the competition area and went to his own cave.

however.

The person just walked out of the Hu competition area, but saw a gentle and graceful shadow that gently passed through the aisle and went to the Qinchuan amateur not far away.

"Dragon fairy glass?"

Su Yun stunned and looked forward.

In the heart, he didn't know what it was like to have a relationship with Long Xianli. It was only on the peak of the unparalleled peak. Long Xianli always had to kill himself on the surface, but he could see that the woman was secretly everywhere. He is merciful, otherwise he will not be able to leave as easily.

"The disciples of the Shenjian School are still not finished. She is an elder. How can she leave Qinchuan? Where is she going?"

Su Yun did not understand, with full of doubts, stepped up.

Because of the purpose of the sky scales, Long Xianli did not know that there were people behind him.

Qin Chuan did not restrict the entry and exit of the contestants. The masked Su Yun carefully followed the dragon fairy glass, and the two quickly left Qinchuan.

But look at Long Xianli raises the white sword in his hand, and the gentle petite body steps on the sword body, then flies up and carefully advances in the sky.

"She is tracking people?"

Seeing Long Xianli carefully looking at the ground, Su Yun immediately understood.

However, although Long Xianli is a master, this tracking technique is not really good.

But watching the white sword carrying people jumped over the mountains, crossed the mountains, and finally entered a small volcano.

It’s been a hundred miles away from Qinchuan.

The dragon fairyly carefully landed, and the spirit of the spirit was surrounded by the body, covering the breath that it radiated, and then proceeded carefully with the help of the big stone.

The same is true of Su Yun at the back.

He glanced at the dragon fairy glass hundreds of meters in front of him, thinking for a while, along the place where Long Xianli looked, and provoked the **** of scales.

In an instant, Su Yun’s vision skyrocketed, and the distant scene immediately caught sight.

But there are two men and one woman next to the crater in the distance.

The men and women are rushing to the front of a man wearing a blood-red robes and a blood-red hood. This pair of men and women dress more normal, men wearing luxurious costumes, squatting tassels, raw swords eyebrows, handsome, while women are a little weird, wearing half of the face, the other half is pale, lips Some are black and the body is slightly bloated.

Su Yun brows locked.

Female, he does not know, but the man is clear, because the man is the Prince Susu!

"How can the Prince Fusu appear here? And who is the woman next to him? Who is he kneeling to?"

Su Yun is completely confused.

Such a rich blood, non-devil and non-devil, I do not know what it is.

"Who!"

Just then, a cold drink burst open.

Su Yun stunned and looked at the other side, but saw Long Xiangli slowly walked out from behind the big stone and went to the threesome.

The trio found the dragon fairy glass hidden in the dark, and all of them were shocked, but soon, the woman with the stubborn face smiled: "Who is my way? It turned out to be the famous dragon elder in the Shenjian school." Ah! Elder Long, you are not going to look at the group of little guys of your Shenjian faction, what are you doing here?"

Long Xianli did not rush to answer the woman's words, and looked at the man in front of the woman in the Ming Dynasty, but she noticed that the man was full of blood and gas, and the blood was very stinky and disgusting.

"Who are you in the end?" Long Xianli calmed his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

"What do we have to do with you?" The woman said with a smile, a pair of eyes glanced at the perfect shape of the dragon fairy glass, she licked the cracked lips, and flashed a hint of light in the depths of the scorpion.

"Your mask!" Long Xianli pointed at the woman's face, Shen asked: "This is the mask of the Promise Sword Respect? Why is it in your hands? Do you know the whereabouts of the Promise Sword?".

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