"Aren't you coming up?" Meng Yun lost the spear behind him. He didn't look at his opponent, and it was not arrogant. It was just that the opponent was indeed weak, and the figure in red had too many entanglements.

"Are you planning to use a sword?" Nan Jiu no longer had a cold voice, and even tilted his head, like a childlike child with expectations and admiration in his eyes.

"I promised the master and no longer use swords...Ha... to avoid embarrassing him!" Meng Yun was lost for a moment, and pointed at the long spear: "You used to always pester me to teach you, but it hasn't been seen for several years. Don't you plan to let your brother see your strength?"

"No sword? Don't you use a sword? Is that brother who once splits my confused sword without a sword? "Nan Jiu looked crazy and danced with his hands and feet, just like a person who had lost his faith. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and even didn't even know where to put his eyes. The dancing hands touched the long sword at his waist. Nan Jiu's eyes lit up and he raised the sword over his head with both hands.

"Brother, this is your sword, can you use him?" Nan Jiu had already prayed tone. He didn't know why he did this. Before he saw Meng Yun, he wanted to kill him and end the person who left a strong mark in his heart. But when he really saw him, he thought he would walk by like a few years ago, touch his head, and then say that he was not afraid of having his brother here.

Meng Yun saw his sword, the sword that had been following him since he embarked on the path of cultivation. In that great change three years ago, he lost his name as the number one genius in the sacred mountain, almost lost his life, and also lost it. His emotions in his eyes changed and finally returned to peace, like a dead pool.

When he closed his eyes, he wanted to stop it, but finally forced tears out of his eyes. When he opened it again, although his eyes were not confused yet, they became clear. Meng Yun smiled, the tears on his face were still there, his smile was relieved, and it was indescribable.

"I've given you a sword, a spear...I like it very much!"

The sword that Nan Jiu originally held in his hands fell to the ground, his face as if dead, exactly the same as three years ago, and said in a daze: "You said the sword is your faith, I said you are my faith, and faith can be abandoned like a piece of grass? If you don't want the sword, then... what else do I want to believe! Hehehe..." Nan Jiu's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and he grinned, his originally white teeth were stained with blood, as bright as his lips.

"Brother... I called you like this last time. I plan to give you the long sword... But... hehe... I plan to bury you with me!"

"What are you waiting for? Come up..." Meng Yun had a gentle smile on his face.

"No, no... My brother is not so easy to be killed. Even if he doesn't have a sword, I have to prepare well. Isn't there a next game?" Nan Jiu turned around and left, his back looked a little trembling.

Meng Yun's opponent did not interrupt them halfway, and he did not dare to or respect his opponent's idea. It was just that when he was about to have an attack, he saw the captivating gaze of the crazy Taoist, and did not dare to act rashly. No matter what the relationship between the two was, he saw Nan Jiu leaving, and said unhappy: "Can you start now?"

"Thank you for your waiting, and you will give you a decent result."

Coincidentally, Meng Yun's opponent also used guns today, but he used a pair of short guns, and was also an eyewitness in the first game of discussion. So he actually understood Meng Yun's strength very well. If he showed all his strength that day, he would be confident that he could win, and it was even quite relaxed.

Naturally, the battle cannot be humble. The man attacked with two guns, which was extremely cruel and straightened. Meng Yun did not retreat but advanced. When he was unable to make a move, he placed his spear horizontally, swung his two guns, and then swept the tail of the gun. Meng Yun's opponent now has two choices, retreat or fight hard.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, he had a short spear in his right hand to protect him, and his left hand was straight in his throat. If Meng Yun did not retreat, then he would take the shot himself and then penetrate his neck!

Meng Yun's gun tail came faster than he imagined. The gun tail swept on the man's short gun, and then slapped him on the waist together, leading him to the side. The short gun in his left hand also tilted together, without sucking his throat, but lifted up a strand of Meng Yun's drooping hair.

Without taking advantage of the victory, Meng Yun instead pulled back his gun, giving his opponent time to prepare.

"You will regret your kindness..." The obvious release of water, the man felt despised, and no one wanted to be despised.

A short gun came out of his hand, and another attacked with the man, blocking Meng Yun's retreat. He felt that Meng Yun had no way out.

After avoiding the shot that shot directly into the door, Meng Yun bypassed the intercepting short gun in a strange posture. Meng Yun passed by the man. Meng Yun whispered: "Just treat it as a reward for your grace that didn't interrupt just now, I will defeat you with the next move!"

The man was angry and reached out to grab the short gun that Meng Yun could dodge and slashed it backwards, while Meng Yun had already retreated.

"It's time to end..." Meng Yun whispered, and then rushed towards the man with a gun like a reckless man.

"Are you finally willing to use it?" The crazy Taoist nodded.

"Does he want to die? It's fine to break through the seal of my sacred mountain, but he dares to use it before crossing the heavenly rank. Du Chen... Is the head of your sacred mountain punishment hall just a joke?" Someone in the sacred mountain conference hall was the first to attack.

"The old madman left me a message last night. I think it's easy for him to kill me if anyone stops him and kills me, so I told the Lord of God, and the Lord of God agreed... If you are not afraid of being killed, you can try it... Hehe..." Du Chen, the leader of the Divine Mountain Precepts Hall, even the people under the hall were owed a look, but stared at the person on the right head of the Lord of God and said, "You have taught a good disciple. With the support of the old madman, you don't even use a sword. The reason is also the teachings of your good master. He is amazing... Hehe... amazing!"

"Although Yun'er was personally expelled from the wall of the door by me, my Zhan Tang lineage has always been a decisive word, hum..." The man stared at by Du Chen was Mo Yin, the leader of the Shenshan Zhan Tang, and Meng Yun's master, a master who has surpassed the heavenly rank.

The Shenshan Zhantang is the main force of the Shenshan to the outside world, loyal and powerful, while the Zhengtang is internal, crazy and cruel. The Zhantang is stronger than the Zhengtang, but it does not have the wisdom to stab the sword in the back of the Zhengtang, so they have deep grievances, which are what the previous Shenshan Lords hope to see.

Du Chen wanted to say something else, but saw that the battle was over in the water mirror, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Meng Yun's spear pointed at the man's eyebrows, half an inch away. No matter how he dodged, the tip of the spear was at this position, and even the distance had not changed.

The man threw down the short gun in his hand dejectedly, sighed, and closed his eyes with his fate. After waiting for a long time, he had not seen any movement, so he opened his eyes. Meng Yun had retreated outside the venue, and the rest were watching the fun, including his colleagues in the Wudao Academy.

The defeat in a row was a great excitement for the Martial Arts Court. They came to question the war and wanted to give the sage to the Caucus and told the later generations that even if the Martial Arts Court resurrected the Caucus, they could still kill it at any time, but the effect seemed to develop in the opposite direction.

There is still one left in the discussion today, and there is only one left in the three discussions that threatened the Cathedral. The first two discussions turned into laughter stocks is a fact that cannot be changed, but the method of reversing is also very simple, that is, killing people and killing all the only three disciples in the Cathedral... No matter how strong the Mad Taoist is, he promised to defeat him head-on, regardless of life and death, and he would not interfere. The dean said that although the Mad Taoist is crazy, he would not regret what he promised to do again.

Then the first person to die is Ye Yiming!

The people from the Martial Arts Academy first stepped into that circle. The one who came on stage was Jinlin, the new generation of strong men who were ranked first in the Martial Arts Academy, and Ye Yiming was just a new student.

Jin Lin had enough reason to kill people. Because of Xiao Qing and Wu Daoyuan, the people on the field had the same mentality as Jin Lin, waiting for Ye Yiming to come to the stage to die, but Jin Lin had no reason to lose. The three people in the Daoyuan, Wu Daoyuan had already checked them up to the sky. Ye Yiming's birth resume was placed in the dean's office, and Wang Lun also found out that he was from the north, and only Meng Yun was a little mysterious, and he could only find out three years ago, and the rest was blank. But it was just a mystery, because his affairs in the past three years were too clear, so it was not worth worrying.

The Martial Arts Academy establishes its authority and washes away shame, and naturally requires blood, so it starts with Ye Yiming, who has no secrets.

Ye Yiming also stepped into the circle, without drawing his sword, and quietly confronted Jinlin. His eyes were a little confused. He promised the Crazy Taoist yesterday that he would lose today. In fact, he didn't want to, especially the first two games were a joyful win. He looked at the excited martial arts academy people off the field. He understood their feelings, but could not empathize. He looked at the man who had just been defeated by Meng Yun. He did not shout with others, or looked at himself with contempt and hatred. There was only confusion and despair in his eyes. Ye Yiming chuckled, and he thought he understood.

"Did you have the awareness of death?" Jin Lin did not draw his sword, it was due to his confidence in his own strength.

"From the moment we were born, we were moving towards death, and we naturally had the awareness of death. But I think it shouldn't be today..." Ye Yiming stood there, his robe without wind.

Jin Lin is not a person who doesn't talk much. He asked Ye Yiming before that, as if he was asking him to leave his last words. Since he didn't leave any last words, then use blood to wash his long sword.

The sword pointed straight into the heart, Ye Yiming did not hide or block it, but just retreated with the coming of the sword.

"I lost..." Ye Yiming was already standing outside the circle, the sword was very close to his chest, but he did not stab him.

Jinlin really wanted to feed the sword forward, but he didn't dare. The crazy Taoist stood there with no expression on his face and no emotion in his eyes.

"Coward! Don't you even dare to fight me head-on?" It's okay to scold me.

"It's not that I don't dare... it's just... you came on the court to beat me. Didn't you win now?" Ye Yiming felt very calm.

"You insult me?"

"There is no such thing...Isn't there a next game?, we can continue..."

"Continue to hide like this?"

"It's possible, but I don't think it should..."

Jin Lin felt that he had been insulted like never before, and seemed to be unable to take revenge. He glanced at the mad Taoist man and left with everyone in the Martial Arts Academy.

"How does it feel?" The crazy Taoist asked Ye Yiming with a smile.

"I understand a lot of things... Thank you, Dean!" Ye Yiming bowed.

The mad Taoist actually just wanted to see Ye Yiming's nature. He remembered that a soul-devouring man was powerful and arrogant, and could not tolerate any failure. He was besieged by tens of thousands of people that day and could have escaped, but in the end he fought to death. The Taoist actually admired his integrity, but he was a demon after all.

Is it evolved or is it really different? Or is it a mistake in judgment? The crazy Taoist cannot judge, but he is reluctant to kill him. He wants to see again...
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