"Don't act recklessly. We will deal with it after this matter is over. Don't act impulsively now and ruin the reputation of the righteous sect and the important things here!" Master Jie Wen said in a deep voice, rejecting the opinions of the crowd. He folded his hands and said to Wang Tianyou and others: "Sword God, fellow Taoists, my uncle is in a different condition and cannot be here. I apologize here. Let's go!" As he said this, the monks helped Master Kule to leave. "Wait a minute!" "What's wrong with Mr. He?" "What my fifth brother learned was indeed not your sect's Daluo Diamond Sutra but the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. Although our martial arts were taught by Xingtian Palace, we can't choose them ourselves. So if we want to take back your sect's secret book, we can only go to Xingtian Palace." He Long paused and said, "Moreover, in today's battle, regardless of the victory or defeat, our eight tribes will draw a clear line with Xingtian Palace. I hope you will know." "I...I...I know." .... In the third game, although the righteous sect won two games in a row, the head of Zhang Yun fell into such a miserable situation, and Master Kule was almost crazy again. It was really hard to make people happy, and the gloomy atmosphere enveloped Baidang Mountain. "Evil demons are evil demons." "This group of monsters is really evil." "Did Xingtian Palace really rob Shaolin Temple?"... For a while, the audience was talking about it. At this moment, a man suddenly jumped more than ten feet high and landed steadily on the ring. He held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, clasped his fists on both sides, and said to Wang Tianyou: "I am Qiu Shumin of Dushan Sword Sect. I would like to ask He Long of the Eight Divisions if he dares to fight?" He Long still looked ahead with his eyes blank. He was really like a wax figure, without any breath of life. I saw a person behind him flying lightly, like a feather in the wind, like a fish swimming in the water, light and floating, rising without wind, fast and moving without flow. From that three or five feet away, he actually floated lightly and slid onto this high platform of about ten feet. Black clothes and black hat, evil breath and evil voice. The sound was like a knife carving a stone, or a shovel grinding sand. No one could bear it if it was said once. If it was said half a sentence more, the world would collapse. The man in black in the warm sun shrieked, "She Huai, nicknamed She Yin, Lao San." Everyone couldn't help but cover their ears with their hands, and their pain was beyond words. As he spoke, a dagger slipped out of each sleeve. The dagger was like a snake winding around, and the ten lights were like a dragon soaring. Black, white, purple, green, and yellow; the colorful lights were dazzling, and the thousands of beads were dazzling and soul-stirring. There were several cold lights embedded on the dagger, just like a dragon playing with a pearl, and like a pearl playing with a dragon. Everyone was shocked, but Qiu Shumin was even more shocked. Compared with being shocked, he was more hateful. It turned out that when She Huai made trouble, it was always at night, with either a faint moonlight or no moonlight. Although Qiu Shumin almost killed Du Jian that night, he almost died at the hands of this man. Half of the countless knife wounds on his body were caused by this man. You said that seeing the enemy at this time, how could Qiu Shumin not be angry? "Hmm? Hum, hey, great, it turns out to be you. I was wondering why you looked so familiar. It turned out to be the dead rat that night. Last time there was no light, so you succeeded in the sneak attack. You won't be so lucky this time." As he said that, he slowly pulled out the long sword from the golden scabbard inlaid with gold and jade, and saw the cold light radiating, and the anger was fierce. There were thousands of strange swords engraved on the sword blade, and strange books were engraved. Under the sun, the light flashed. When you look closely, those engraved swords seem to come alive and fly out in all directions, forming a formation, and they are about to rush towards people. Of course, the engraved swords will not come alive, let alone rush to attack people. She Huai didn't pay any attention to it. He just stood there silently, like an old monk in meditation, and motionless like a dead snake. Holding the dagger upside down with both hands, he was like a praying mantis pouncing on its prey, like a beast leaning over, like a venomous snake curling up. He would fly up and kill his prey as soon as it showed the slightest flaw. A pair of creepy eyes under the bamboo hat shot out cold light that seemed to have flown out from under thousands of layers of ice, constantly sweeping over Qiu Shumin's body and body, making Qiu Shumin's back slightly cold and his heart tremble. Suddenly, with a "swoosh", Qiu Shumin took the sword and attacked first. As the saying goes, the first move is the strongest. His moves were steady, accurate and ruthless, and he stabbed She Huai's left leg, but was separated by She Huai's dagger. Qiu Shumin took advantage of the situation and changed his moves to use the sword to cut She Huai's fingers. She Huai turned his wrist and defended like a waterfall on a high cliff, cutting continuously. You should know that although the short blade cannot hit far, it is a defensive weapon. In addition, the length of this dagger is just right for She Huai's height and arms, so when the dagger is swung, the defense of the whole body can be airtight. If it is not the strength of lifting a tripod or the strength of the sea, it is extremely difficult to break this defense. Once close, She Huai can even attack after defending. The short blade is extremely swift, but long weapons are extremely difficult to parry. Therefore, although Qiu Shumin missed the long sword, he did not dare to close the distance with She Huai, so he kept his distance and attacked him. Over time, he would definitely be vulnerable. The two of them defended and attacked, and the long sword was like a flying dragon fighting a tiger, and the short blade was like a spirit snake spitting out its message. After dozens of rounds of fighting, She Huai did not get close, but watched alone; Qiu Shumin did not move forward, and flashed a cold light. I saw the golden soldiers on the stage meet, and the cold light was dazzling; the golden soldiers met, like the real battlefield of tens of thousands of people, the cold light was dazzling, like thousands of lights in the long night. Seeing that She Huai was suppressed in a corner, like a candle in the wind and a flower under the frost, he would lose on the spot in a moment. The people in the audience only watched happily and lively, and they all thought that they would win the next battle, so they naturally would not worry about Qiu Shumin. After nearly a hundred rounds of fighting, Qiu Shumin tried his best but still couldn't break through. He couldn't help getting anxious. After all, he was only half a step ahead, but his character was not good enough. Once he got anxious, there were some flaws when he drew his sword. Although they were only minor, they gave She Huai an opportunity to take advantage. Suddenly, She Huai turned his offensive and stabbed him with a sword. Like a snake hunting and an arrow shot from a string, the pair of nine-curved exquisite daggers were like a spirit snake, entwining and attacking Qiu Shumin from all directions. It was really fierce and fierce, and there was no way to avoid it or defend against it. Seeing this vicious move, Qiu Shumin was very anxious. Although he knew that She Huai's door was wide open, as long as he was fast enough, he would be able to survive and turn defeat into victory.