Senior Wu, you are too polite. "You don't use weapons?" Zheng Hu nodded gently. The solemn aura before was slightly reduced. "Then I won't use a knife either." He said, inserting a big knife to the side, stretching his body, as if ready for a duel. At this time, Zheng Hu smiled and said, "Senior Wu, you don't have to do this. I am not afraid of your Di Jue Wu Ji knife." "Okay, okay! Being looked down upon by the younger generation, it seems that you are really old, younger generation, don't regret it. Ha! "Suddenly, with an angry shout, Wu Shizhang kicked his foot again, and the big knife that had been inserted into the floor for several inches actually flew up steadily. In just a moment, everyone saw that Wu Shizhang had just grasped the big knife, but for some reason, he suddenly appeared in front of the man in black. The big knife chopped down steadily. The people below the stage saw that this knife was ordinary, but Zheng Hu on the stage was terrified. This Di Jue Wu Ji knife was really very dangerous. Obviously, this knife was ordinary, but it was unavoidable. Of course, in martial arts, there is naturally no trick that cannot be avoided. It would be difficult to avoid a knife attack unless one was a top expert. Even a genius would suffer a lot if he encountered such a strange knife technique for the first time. That's why only the righteous would have such confidence. Zheng Hu also tasted the bitter fruit for the first time. Although he used his strong finger force to deflect the blade at the critical moment, he couldn't help but feel scared and sweating. Zheng Hu was shocked, and the head of Juedao was even more surprised. He was sure that this kid would be shocked by the sudden attack, and with the strange knife technique, he should have taken him down with one move, but he was caught by a light finger. It bounced back. After it bounced back, the abdomen was wide open. How could masters miss such a good opportunity? As if he had expected it, Zheng Hu punched at the chest with his right fist. Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader of Juedao Sect fell back, kicked his feet, and floated away. He staggered and stood unsteadily. But Zheng Hu had already pressed forward, with his left hand in a palm and his right hand in a fist. The palm was like a condensed wave, and the fist was like a mountain, pressing directly against the chest and shoulders of the leader of Juedao Sect. Everyone was about to shout when another sudden change occurred. The leader of Juedao Sect squatted down and swept his leg with his sword. Zheng Hu Hu had no choice but to turn over and jump away. Unexpectedly, when he was about to jump into the air, the leader of Juedao Sect swung his broadsword and chopped him down. Everyone saw this and knew that Zheng Hu was in the air with nothing to lean on to dodge, so he would not be able to dodge the knife. Just as the broadsword was about to chop in front of him, Zheng Hu's head was facing the blade behind him. When everyone thought he was going to take it down, he used his hands as scissors to clamp the broadsword and was about to pull it away. This sudden change shocked everyone in the audience. At this time, a loud shout was heard: "Come here! "Zheng Hu, who was originally going to grab the sword, was pulled and thrown by Juedao Sect Leader. He was actually going to throw the sword and Zheng Hu out of the stage. As long as Zheng Hu landed on the ground, Juedao Sect Leader would win. Although Juedao Sect Leader was tough and rough, he also knew some tricks. He knew that Zheng Hu would catch the sword when he chopped it out, so he did this. Before the people in the audience could exclaim when they saw this, Zheng Hu used the sword to pull his lower body forward at the moment the sword was released. He clamped his feet tightly around Juedao Sect Leader's neck, and with a pull, they flew onto the stage together. The two of them went back and forth in the air for several rounds. Juedao Sect Leader even smashed Zheng Hu's feet, but Zheng Hu's feet were still tightly clamped, and finally they both landed on the ground. The one who lands loses, but how should this be judged? Everyone looked at Wang Tianyou, but there were different opinions. "Is this a draw?" "What draw? It's obviously the old man who won. Didn't you see the old man throw the man in black out? "......Du Jian on the side had already woken up. Seeing the faces of the people, he couldn't help but laughed shrilly: "It was obviously Lao Liu who pressed the big man under his feet when he landed just now. It seems that whoever lands first wins? Hahaha." After speaking, he laughed again, and everyone around him laughed. Even He Long smiled secretly. As soon as the two landed, Zheng Hu got away and stood up. The leader of Juedao also stood up, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart. "Senior Wu, I'm sorry for the offense." At this time, Zheng Hu no longer had the murderous aura just now, and bowed to the leader of Juedao. "It's okay, it's okay. The young are to be feared, the young are to be feared!" Patting the dust on his body, picking up the big knife, bowed to the righteous people and said: "I'm sorry everyone, I lost." "Senior Wu, you didn't lose." "Yes, it was that kid who played tricks, it's really shameful!" "Mr. Wu lost cleanly. This kind of magnanimity is what we righteous people should have!" "Yes, yes! "The leader of Juedao didn't care about what everyone was saying, and said to the eight tribes: "I lost this battle. If the young man has such ability, why should he work for the Xingtian Palace? Wouldn't it be better if he worked for us righteous people?" No one from the eight tribes responded. The leader of Juedao sighed, "Okay, okay, it's my fault for talking too much." After that, he turned and left. Zheng Hu also floated back and was about to sit down. Du Jian said, "Sixth brother, you didn't use your full strength and it would have been over long ago. Why do you have to do this?" Zheng Hu said, "Fourth brother, you don't know, this Di Jue Wuji Sword should be more terrifying the shorter the person is. Senior Wu is more than seven feet tall, so naturally he can't exert his full power." He paused and said, "Besides, Senior Wu is upright and I should respect him more." "What a weirdo." Du Jian was helpless and whispered, "Since childhood. "At this time, Wang Tianyou moved over, bowed and said with a smile: "Senior Wu, there is no need to blame yourself. Although we lost the battle today, we have witnessed the exquisiteness of the Di Jue Wu Ji Sword and the continued strength of Master Wu's sword!" "Sword God, please help me." Master Jue Dao put away his sword and clasped his fist, saying sadly: "I am old, and I have caused trouble for everyone." After saying that, he returned to his original position without paying attention to the words of comfort from his colleagues around him, and closed his eyes to rest.... "It's our turn next." Wang Tianyou said to the eight tribes, "Brother He, please let us discuss it for a while. What do you think?" "No need! "But it wasn't He Long who was speaking. Everyone looked for the source of the voice and finally found two tall and thin figures standing on the stage, one white and one black. The man in white cloth held a single sword, and the man in black cloth held two swords. Although the sound just now was just one sentence, the two words "no need" were spoken by one person. Although the two people spoke together, there was no pause, and the two people were like one person. Such tacit cooperation is truly amazing.