"The man on the stage looked timid, but he could tolerate the rolling eyes of everyone and did not retreat anyway. I don't think I read it wrong. Even if he doesn't have a name on the killer rankings, he is definitely not an ordinary person."

"Oh, oh, Brother Linghu, you are really misunderstood. Brother, I have no intention of insulting your eyes. Don't misunderstand it. Find a clean cloth to wipe the blood." Murong Baishi smiled awkwardly. After staying with Linghu Xuanzhou for a long time, sometimes I feel very annoyed because this man is too strong.

"A little injury is nothing." Linghu Xuanzhou pulled out the pieces of the teacup from the depths of the wound one by one. The sound of blood and flesh cracking made Murong Baishi's heart tighten until all the fragments were cleaned up. He then tore off a robe, wrapped the wound, looked at the inconspicuous little person in the corner, and said: "Only by remembering the smell of shit, can we deeply understand the hard-earned life today. Everything we have now is achieved through our own hands. If others want to get involved, they will step past my body."

His words were not so much about Murong Baishi, but rather about him. It seemed that the previous conversation touched a heartstring deep in his heart. "Since my Linghu Xuanzhou has risen from the dust, I will never roll back to my original place, and I will never die."

The conversation between the two heads of the family was heard by Shen Fei, who was transcendent in his five senses. He sat on the petal cloud, and his five senses were fully opened. He eavesdropped on the conspiracy between the two and the news about the third prince. When he heard Linghu Xuanzhou talk about the smell of shit, he actually felt it and whispered in a low voice: "We have risen from the dust, live by eating shit, and suffer the warmth and coldness of the world. In order to avoid the same sadness of people appearing, after I take power, I will definitely be determined to establish a free space for everyone to be equal and harmonious."

"Huh!" Jianfeng swept across the ring, and Chu Xie was waving his sword casually. He died with his eyes open and hid under this casual swordfeng, shouting and making people on the ring laugh.

"Hey hey, do you admit defeat or not? Don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." Chu Xie said carelessly.

"No...no...no, I...I...I...I won't admit defeat." He responded while rolling and crawling with his eyes open, avoiding Jianfeng.

"Then don't blame me." Chu Xie was a little impatient. His naked upper body muscles were restless, and he opened his teeth and claws like a dragon, squatted down the plate, and then shot out the lightning. In the blink of an eye, he came to death with his eyes closed, and held the heavy sword in his right hand tightly and slashed from behind: "It's over." The galloping tattoos on Chu Xie's shoulders seemed to be running wildly.

"It's over!" The audience on the ring shouted, and the sound of joy reached.

But at this moment, he kept looking sideways at Chu Xie's death with his eyes closed, looking up from bottom to top, revealing a fierce look. At the same time, his hands that had been crossing each other were separated from left and right, and a sharp dagger was tightly held on his right hand. When he swung the heavy sword, he squatted down at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with his naked eyes. He stabbed the dagger from bottom to top under the gap when the sword was not finished and his inertia rushed forward. The whole process was completed in one go, and it happened between lightning and flint.

"Still!" The dagger pierced into his chest, and the sound of joyful roar came to an abrupt end!

He succeeded with a blow with his eyes open, and immediately retreated and stayed away from Chu Xie. The latter kept his sword swinging and stiff, and the boiling blood flowed down from the wound in his chest. The sharp dagger stayed on his body. He died without taking it away.

"So you have been hiding your strength all the time." Chu Xie looked down at the black line spreading out of the wound, and smiled coldly, "The knife contains a very poison. Your purpose is to kill me, not to compete."

"Well said, I'm here to take your life." When I finished speaking, I had already ejected my eyes and passed through the barrier easily and entered the crowd. "Even the poison applied to the blade is the golden body of the Buddha Sect, I can't completely restrain it. I just watched you slowly weaken and wither. When I have the last breath left, I will take your life again."

After all, he was an assassin. He focused on one blow to death. After he died with his eyes open, he did not want to fight at all. He sneaked into the crowd and ran away quickly. Seeing Murong Baishi opened his mouth wide, shocking the ignorant audience to run away in scatters. They only now understand what a person hiding deeper is, the more vicious the means are.

Chu Xie stood there, looking at the wound on his chest expressionless, and with a "slide", he pulled out the dagger that had penetrated into his body. Blood immediately spurted out of the wound, his body remained motionless and did not shout a word of pain.

Nalan Ruo, who was on the petal cloud, had a problem with snowflakes. He unconsciously exclaimed: "What a man." Shen Fei was so angry that he looked at her faintly.

Chu Xie stood upright and took a deep breath. The muscles around the wound actually converged toward the middle, and even the meridians in the muscles continued to tighten. Just like twisting a towel, they squeezed out the venom that entered the body along the original path, flowing out drop by drop, squeezed it clean. The whole process was very skillful and must have been used many times, which made everyone stunned.

When the venom was removed, Chu Xie squirted out the air that had been sucked into his body, and then the huge pressure of running wildly by thousands of horses, blowing the audience in the audience in a direction. He pierced the barrier with a heavy sword in his hand and chased him straight.

He died in the crowd without expecting that the other party would have such a detoxification method. He was shocked and scared. Chu Xie's reputation spread throughout Jiuzhou. It was very difficult to take on such an assassination mission, but he still had to continue because someone offered a price. He thought that even if he couldn't kill the other party, it would be not difficult to escape, but he did not expect that Chu Xie's performance was completely beyond his expectations. This perverted manipulation method of muscles and meridians was simply inseparable from the human world.

Feeling the resentment behind him, the dead in the crowd grabbed one person from the left and right, threw him at Chu Xie, and was cut off by the latter with a sword. Chu Xie was a madman. He was so angry that he would not care as much as Shen Fei would care about whether he would hurt the innocent like Shen Fei.

The blood rain fell, and the audience was completely stunned. They shouted and ran away, but they could not escape. The people closest to dying with their eyes closed were thrown out one after another, with their bodies and heads differently under Chu Xie's sword. With such delay, Chu Xie was already very close to dying with their eyes closed. As a killer, escaping was a compulsory course. If you don't delay, your body gradually faded and quickly merged with the scenery around you.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xie laughed at him: "You are barely considered a strong man in order to die under my sword."

The heavy sword swept across, and many people were cut off from the way the sword wind passed. The battle of the immortals was really too cruel for ordinary people. The repeated changes made them deeply realize this.

Unfortunately, it's too late, and the disappearing vitality can never return to the body.

Chu Xie swept across all directions with his sword, covering the killing surface of the sword blade to the maximum. He was about to turn into the same color as the surrounding space and died with his eyes open. He had to give up the same color as the heaven and earth, and jumped high to avoid the attack. Unexpectedly, Chu Xie was waiting for this moment. He took a step forward and grabbed the other party's ankle before the other party completely flew into the air.

He died with his eyes closed and his strength was completely inferior to Chu Xie, and he was stopped by arrogance. He was always a famous character on the killer list. When he was about to be completely pulled back to the ground, he pulled out a short dagger like a magician and stabbed it on Chu Xie's wrist.

Seeing that the latter could not escape, he used a magical power to explode. With a "boom", he died with a huge airflow and disappeared without a trace.

"It seems that he escaped by the impact of the explosion." Murong Baishi had no intention of going to bed long ago.

"It's good to be able to hurt Chu Xie. After all, he is a killer outside the killer list and his strength is limited." Linghu Xuanzhou agreed.

Murong Baishi touched his beard and looked over secretly: "Brother Linghu, tell me honestly, you can't invite this killer."

Linghu Xuanzhou shook his head and said, "Chu Xie is my money tree, I don't need to find someone to kill him."

"Who could it be..."

"It must be someone who has a deep hatred with him. The top 200 killers in the killer list are not cheap."

"Indeed, there is no deep hatred, and there is no need to invite such a valuable assassin."

"really."

While the two were talking, Chu Xie moved again. His whole body was red as if he had just been soaked in hot water. He held a sword in both hands and aimed at the sky.

Everyone did not know the intention of his move. Until a moment later, a meteor appeared at the end of his sight, growing bigger and bigger, as if flying towards the people present, but it passed over their heads and exploded in the distance.

"Boom." With the instant of drowning fear and screaming, a thin corpse suddenly appeared in the pit smashed by the meteor. From the burnt appearance, the real appearance of the corpse could no longer be seen. Only the poisonous dagger with extraordinary workmanship shines, vaguely reveals something.

"From the Star Sword!" Nalan Ruoxue stayed on the mountain for many years, and had a great understanding, and recognized the source of this move at a glance.

"From the Star?" Shen Fei felt cold in his heart. He had never seen such a trick to summon the flying stones in the sky before.

Linghu Xuanzhou, who has the same knowledge as Nalan Ruoxue, sat in the VIP seat and exclaimed: "Every time I see this trick, I feel incredible."

Murong Baishi smiled: "Every time Chu Xie appears, he has to repair it inside and outside the court. If this continues, he will scare all the guests away."

Linghu Xuanzhou said: "Compared with this, his appearance will attract more experts to the arena. Now there is a good show."

"It's right, there's a good show."

The battle ended, Chu Xie waved his sword and pointed it into the distance. At the end of the sword blade was where Shen Fei stood: "Tell him my name, tell him my name, tell him!" Chu Xie roared again and again, and the roar shaking through his eardrums. Everyone was puzzled at first, but later they understood the meaning, so they covered their ears and said, "You...you are Chu Xie."

"Speak louder and hear it clearly."

"You are Chu Xie."

"Speak louder."

"You are Chu Xie!"

"Very good." Chu Xie put away his sword and stood there without a single body. "You heard that, I will not change my name or my surname. Chu Xie, the third young master of Bainiao Peak, is it."

Chu Xie finally stopped roaring, and everyone was able to breathe. Following his gaze, they saw a ball of colorful clouds floating in the air and Chen Fei who showed his head from the clouds. Only then did they realize that Chu Xie was demonstrating to Chen Fei.

The latter did not respond immediately. After sinking for a long time, he stood up from the clouds, his green Taoist robe moved in the wind, his figure was upright and his eyes were sharp. He saw that his aura was not inferior to Chu Xie at all: "I accept your challenge." Chen Fei stood on the petal cloud, and the cold moon wheel set off behind him, like a pool of water, "I, the disciple of the Shushan Master, Chen Fei, accept your challenge."

Everyone sighed and secretly complained: "The disciples of Shushan's head sect, Chu Xie, draw their swords with each other with the third young master of Bainiao Peak of Shushan. They fight in the nest of immortals. It seems that there will be a good show. But, hey, after watching this scene, you must be worried at any time and keep your head on your belt."

They thought it was good, and the battle between immortals was extraordinary. Whether it was Chu Xie or Chen Fei, these powerful immortals could easily kill them, just like they stepped on the ants on the ground by themselves. This is reality, an unchangeable reality, a chasm that is insurmountable between immortals and ordinary people.

After the battle between Chu Xie, the No. 4 staged a fierce confrontation, with the target of the new powerful Li Tingfang who was in the limelight and an unknown immortal.

This was the first time Tingfang had a battle with the Sanxian Zhendao and real gun. He was unwilling to be nervous. The person who fought against him looked like a fairy-like and a Taoist name of ten thousand. At the beginning of the battle between the two, Tingfang launched a close-knit attack with the fairy sword according to the previous routine of fighting against monsters. He used the unique sword technique of Penglai Immortal Island. The sword style was strange and unpredictable. The Taoist gradually fell into a disadvantage under his crazy attack, but he activated his ultimate move. But when he saw that the immortal sword in his hand transformed into two, two, three, and four, it turned into four parallel immortal swords. When one sword moved, the four swords moved. Tingfang was not very good, and his left arm and half sleeve was cut off. Tingxi was so scared that he screamed and almost rushed to the stage.

Immortals are life and death against war. Jinling City uses the land on earth to attract all immortals to fight each other, which is contrary to the dignity of immortals, but is acquiesced because everyone really needs such a place to practice skills in a fair and just situation where no one seeks revenge. Immortals also have another characteristic, that is, they are competitive and have strong self-esteem. They all try to prove that the immortal skills of their own sect are the most powerful.

Tingfang was cut off half of his sleeve. Realizing the danger of the battle, his nervous mood turned cold. He wandered around the four corners of the ring and looked at the other party quietly. He saw three shadow swords that looked like true and illusory, and one sword moved, and the one who cut his cuff just now was one of the shadow swords.
Chapter completed!