The crowd couldn't tell, and She Huai, who was standing opposite Qiu Shumin, looked at Qiu Shumin with surprise as he raised his sword. Then, his venomous eyes locked onto Qiu Shumin's figure, and he swayed his body slightly, as if he was going to make a last-ditch effort. Nuan Ri seemed to be frightened, and secretly hid in the clouds. The breeze blew, and the whole mountain seemed to be shrouded in the smell of blood. He Long and others who were sitting quietly in the distance also opened their eyes, but He Long was still expressionless. "Brother, the third brother is too seriously injured. It will be too late if we don't save him!" "Brother, the third brother can't hold on any longer." "Brother, I'm going." "Sixth brother." He Long held Zheng Hu's hand and said, "You don't know the third brother's ability. I will save him the moment that Qiu uses that move." Zheng Hu and Zhang Hu sat down helplessly again. On the stage, blood was still flowing from Qiu Shumin's wounds, as if the world was absorbing the swordsman's vitality and his sword power. Not far away, She Huai was stabbed by several swords, most of which were very deep, but he was no longer bleeding. The wounds had coagulated and he had stopped coughing. She Huai was still licking the blood on his arm and the blade, and laughed: "Qiu Shumin, Qiu Shumin, you killed yourself before I could kill you. Although my double blades are not poisonous, they are a kind of medicine that can prevent blood from coagulating. I really don't know why you keep forcing blood. Is it to die faster? Hehe..." He laughed again, although his voice was weak, but he had stopped coughing. Suddenly, there was a dragon's roar, Qiu Shumin took the sword and flew forward, and the world was silent, everything was silent, only the breeze swayed and the sword that seemed to be impossible to dodge. She Huai wanted to use the spirit snake to turn over and stab his lifeline in this last blow, but he didn't expect to be suppressed by Qiu Shumin's sword at this time. She Huai saw the sword stabbing, but he didn't dodge at all, and stood there in a daze. Watching Qiu Shumin attacking like a dragon. At the critical moment, a strong wind suddenly flashed past She Huai and hit Qiu Shumin directly. Qiu Shumin had no time to react, and the sword that had made the world silent was shaken by this palm, and the sword's momentum slowed down. She Huai, who was standing there struggling to support himself, was taken to the place where the eight people were to sit down and heal his wounds. The righteous people were shocked and angry, and were about to attack, but Wang Tianyou had already jumped onto the stage, helped Qiu Shumin who was about to fall, and shouted: "Brother He's Shenlong Palm just slightly hindered Brother Qiu's sword momentum, and had no intention of hurting anyone. Brother Qiu is fine. It's just that he bled too much." The righteous people just gave up. Wang Tianyou wanted to take Qiu Shumin off the stage, but was stopped by Qiu Shumin. Qiu Shumin was almost out of breath at this time, so he couldn't say anything clearly. However, Wang Tianyou understood the situation and said to He Long and others, "Brother He, who won the duel just now?" He Long said calmly, "We lost." Qiu Shumin almost fell down when he heard the voice, but fortunately Wang Tianyou supported him. Wang Tianyou said "OK" and flew off the stage with Qiu Shumin. He sat down with the help of the disciples of Dushan Sword Sect, took a few pills, and left after packing up. When they walked to the middle, Wang Tianyou said, "Brother He, please." Wang Tianyou naturally didn't want He Long to go on stage to compete, so He Long naturally ignored it. Zheng Hu stood up behind him and said, "Brother, I'll go." After saying that, he shot straight onto the stage like a sharp arrow, stood up, clasped his fists and said to everyone, "Zheng Hu, nicknamed Pojun, ranked sixth, please teach me." The people below the stage were immersed in the joy of victory, but they were shocked by this person's quick and agile lightness, and even more shocked by the murderous aura that this person brought. Wang Tianyou was also shocked: this person must be a completely different person from before. Although his words were extremely polite, they always carried a strong murderous meaning, like drums beating before a battle, thousands of horses neighing, and like a knife piercing the chest and abdomen, taking pleasure in revenge. Everyone in the audience couldn't help but tremble in their hearts when they heard it. The sun was setting in the west, and the wind was also slightly cold. Looking at the sunlight, Zheng Hu on the stage was like an evil god collecting souls on the battlefield in a pool of blood. Looking at him, it actually reminded people of Xing Tian who danced with a dry halberd, but this person was unarmed, not even a boxing glove. The heads of the audience exchanged glances, but it was difficult to choose a candidate. After a while, there was still no one to choose. Suddenly, the leader of the Absolute Blade Sect stood up, as tall as a mountain, and said loudly to the righteous people: "No need to discuss it. Leader Ding and Sword God Wang, what do you think about me going up to fight?" Although Ding Tao and Wang Huaiyou are famous, they are only young people in their twenties. In fact, there are many people in the righteous sect who are jealous and hate them. At this time, the leader of the Absolute Blade Sect stood up and asked Ding and Wang, and naturally there were many unhappy voices in the righteous sect. "Although the Sword God and the leader are famous at a young age, they still have to think twice about the candidates for the battle, right? Leader Wu, is it true or not?" "Ren! What do you mean!" "Ah, what do you mean? I don't mean anything." Seeing that Ren Siping laughed, Leader Wu was furious and stamped his feet, almost wanting to explode. However, the eight tribes who were watching from afar revealed an undetectable ironic chuckle. At this time Wang Tianyou came to stop them, pulled the leader of Juedao Sect and said: "Senior, don't be angry", then turned to Ren Siping and said: "Senior Ren, this competition was decided by the righteous alliance, and it was voted on by everyone. Naturally, it is not something that the two of us or you, Senior Ren, can influence, right?" Without waiting for others to speak, Wang Tianyou said to himself: "The Juedao Sect's Juewuji Sword is known as 'Tongtian Wuji Tianyou Dao, Juedian Wuji Diyun Dao'. If you are against Senior Wu, I believe you will not be able to protect yourselves and win. In this battle, let Senior Wu pull up the flag for us and win it in one fell swoop. How about it?" "Sword God, you are being polite. Although the Sword God is young, we still know that he has extraordinary knowledge. In this battle, I wish Brother Wu to establish his prestige and return triumphantly. Ren Siping's words just now were offended, please forgive me." The leader of Bagua, Lu Changsheng, bowed and apologized to the leader Wu. The head of Juedao Sect immediately calmed down, and he bowed to everyone and said, "I will go and meet him. If I lose, I will force him to reveal something so that everyone can be prepared." After that, he kicked his feet, and his whole tall body rose up without wind, and landed steadily on the stage, and said to the man in black, "I am Wu Kai, and I am here to learn from your high art."