My space becomes the world

After the four people saluted the aloof emperor, they came to the steps. The stage below was temporarily handed over to the young people of the major forces. The competition between the four of them has come to an end for the time being.

Zhou Li did not retreat, but looked around and said loudly: "The selection battle for casual cultivators has ended. You have also seen how brutal it is. It's not just life and death here. Does anyone want to quit?"

He looked around and saw that no one answered: "Very good, you are worthy of being the genius of our Qinglong Kingdom. There is no reason to be timid before fighting. The geniuses of your family, it will be your turn to appear next."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Li flew out of the center of the arena and returned to his position. As for what the rules are, there is no mention of the order.

This is that there are no rules in the Imperial City Talent Competition. Life and death are determined by fate and wealth. The Qinglong Kingdom is a martial arts country, and there are not so many red tapes. The word "qian" is all there is to it.

As soon as Zhou Li left, a young man jumped out of the viewing platform with laughter. "My blood and clothes will come first."

When the sound falls, people arrive.

"Which one comes to die?"

Xue Wuyi has red hair and stern eyes. As a strong man at the ninth level of the Blood Tempering Realm, he has the capital to be arrogant.

A loud shout of "arrogant" sounded, and everyone followed the sound and looked to the east of the stand. A young man in white jumped down from the viewing platform.

The visitor is named Zhang Tianming. All of you who can visit the booth are from big and prestigious families, and most of the children from each family know each other.

There is almost no difference in strength between the families. No one is afraid of the other. It all depends on their fists.

After Zhang Tianming came off the field, he stood opposite Xu Wuyi. With his eyebrows raised and his face full of anger, he asked Xu Wuyi: "Xue Wuyi, did you kill my cousin Zhang Tianli?"

People in the stands have heard what Zhang Tianming said. This happened a few days ago. Zhang Tianli, a son of the Zhang family, was killed. His body was thrown into an alley, and his limbs were chopped off. He was beaten before his death. A lot of torture. The murderer has not been found yet.

Xue Wuyi smiled evilly and replied casually: "Zhang Tianming, you can't talk nonsense without evidence. Who saw that I killed that trash?"

Zhang Tianming's eyes were filled with anger, and Xue Wuyi's behavior made him more convinced that he was the murderer of Zhang Tianli: "The evidence is that you and your cousin Zhang Tianli had an argument in Nuanxiang Pavilion, and many people saw it. The next day I went to court My brother died tragically in the alley. How do you explain this?"

Xue Wuyi laughed: It's a joke. If this can be considered as evidence, then there will be no need for arrests in the future. You, Zhang Tianming, can just go to the judge. It's no use talking more, if you have the ability to take my head. "After speaking, he raised his white palm and patted his neck.

Zhang Tianming stopped talking, took out a long sword, and stabbed Xue Wuyi in the chest.

Xue Wuyi did not dodge, his hand glowed red, and he grabbed the long sword that was stabbing his chest. When Zhang Tianming saw that the sword was caught, he pulled it back, but the sword seemed to be cast in Xue Wuyi's hand and could not be pulled away at all.

"Blood Demon Hands!" A knowledgeable person in the stands sighed softly. This Blood Demon Hand is a unique skill of the Blood family. It is good at catching white blades with bare hands. After practicing it to great perfection, its hands are like weapons. It is a Qi-refining skill, but it is not afraid of those who are practicing body-refining. It is similar to the body refining path.

Seeing that he couldn't get the long sword back, Zhang Tianming simply abandoned the sword and retreated. He was also furious. He was a Qi Refining monk, and he was at a disadvantage in close combat with Xue Wuyi, who had blood demon hands.

After the distance was widened, a wind blade flew out and attacked Xue Wuyi's neck. Xue Wuyi raised his hand and slapped the wind blade to the ground aside. The ground paved with bluestone made a crisp sound.

Chu Xinghe saw that he was serious and careful. He had rich experience in fighting monsters and there were not many opportunities to fight against monks. Especially the methods of Qi Refining monks, he had very little experience in teaching them.

The wind blade Zhang Tianming sent out was obviously stronger than his own, which was related to the skill. The bluestone struck by the wind blade, which material it was made of, was unscathed. This detail was also noticed by him.

Zhang Tianming obviously did not want to let go of Xue Wuyi. After the first wind blade was sent out, the attack did not stop. The wind blades attacked Xue Wuyi at extremely fast speeds. The center of the arena was also enveloped by the wind blades flying in all directions. The two of them seemed to be standing at the center of a tornado.

Xue Wuyi, who was under attack, showed no fear when facing the wind blades from all directions. He waved his palms to defend himself airtight. However, no matter how many wind blades Zhang Tianming sent out, they were all knocked away by his red palms. , a huge arena filled with the sound of the collision of gold and iron.

"You have this little ability, and you are here to die." Xue Wuyi's arrogant voice came from the center of the wind blade attack. Listening to the ease in his tone, you knew that Zhang Tianming was not putting much pressure on him.

Zhang Tianming retorted: "Escape first and then talk about it." After saying that, he increased the output of spiritual energy, and the number of wind blades increased. The figures of the two people became blurred under the cover of the wind blade.

"As you wish." Xue Wuyi's hands turned into claws and he tore off the front shirt. The dense wind blade vortex was torn apart like waste paper, and Xue Wuyi's figure was revealed under the heavy wrapping.

"What?" Zhang Tianming was shocked. His most powerful move was broken so easily by Xue Wuyi.

Zhang Tianming, who knew he was not his opponent, did not want to fight, so he turned around and ran away. The strong wind surged under his feet, and the flying man rushed towards the viewing platform.

He did not choose to admit defeat. Even if he shouted, Xue Wuyi would not let him go. He dared to go on stage, in addition to his confidence in his own strength, he also relied on his own movement technique "Eight Steps of the Wind God". This movement technique is not a fighting technique, but a weapon for escaping. Relying on this movement technique, he survived several times Life and death crisis.

Based on the principle of "if you can't fight, run away", he took the stage to avenge his cousin. His second uncle has a son named Zhang Tianli. If his revenge succeeds this time, he will get his second uncle's support in the future. The future head of the family can also take a chance on his position. As for the Tianjiao Competition championship, he just thought about it and knew that he didn't have the strength to compete, so he settled for the next best thing and paved the way for future power struggles.

Zhang Tianming's wishful thinking is inevitable, but will Xue Wuyi let him go? Xue Wuyi did not chase him, but grabbed Zhang Tianming's back hard. Three bloody red lights flew toward Zhang Tianming at extremely fast speeds.

Zhang Tianming had just run the "Eight Steps of the Wind God". Before he could run very far, he was hit by a red light, and a scream rang out. Zhang Tianming seemed to have been struck by a knife, his body was divided into four parts, and his death was horrific.

"Hiss..." The young people watching the battle on the stage took a breath of cold air, weighing in their hearts whether they could withstand Xue Wuyi's attack.

"Xue Wuyi, you dare to kill my son. I will cut you into pieces." The speaker was Zhang Tianming's father. Seeing his son's tragic death, he roared in pain. However, he did not dare to go down. Yes, I dare not.