Naruto system rampages in another world

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With a crisp sound, in one of the 33-seat arenas at the easternmost bottom, a figure covered in blood and vomiting blood was knocked away and flew out upside down. Another burly man laughed wildly.

Amidst the laughter, another man with a stern face stepped on the vines, flipped several times in the air, and as soon as his toes touched the ring, he suddenly stepped forward and struck the burly man's waist with a sword.

With a scoff, the laughter stopped abruptly. The burly man was like a kite with its strings broken. His waist was almost cut off. His body fell heavily to the ground. He died after less than three breaths.

This is the first death in the sect competition

Sect competition, life or death depends on fate

As a result, the atmosphere of the competition instantly increased by several levels and quickly reached another peak. As if a whistle was blown, there was the first death. The disciples on the 33-seat arena suddenly entered a life-or-death fight. As the situation escalated, everyone began to let go of their scruples, and the number of casualties began to rise sharply.

Bai Wuji sat high on the stage, frowning slightly, but in the end he didn't say a word, staring down with indifference. This is a cruel world, where the strong live and the weak die. This is true for ordinary people, especially for practitioners. , the law of survival of the fittest has been interpreted to the extreme, even in sects. This sect competition only unveiled the veil that was originally covered up more nakedly.

This also seems to indicate that Qingyun Sect will move in another direction from today on. . .

No one can escape this competition, unless you directly abstain from voting and are willing to become the bottom of the sect from now on, otherwise, you must enter the ring, fight hard for your future, and get a good name.

The cost of getting rid of the bad and retaining the good, letting the real gold be burned in the fire, is really tragic, but no one has any objections, or dare not to have objections, because the weak never have the power to change the rules, they can only change the rules according to the will of the strong. struggling.

Lan Xiaodie gritted her teeth, and there were blood marks on her arms and cheeks. Drops of blood fell to the ground, but it did not arouse the slightest pity from the person opposite.

"Windbound Sword"

Lan Xiaodie's body swayed on the spot, and she waved a fine steel dagger in her hand. Four sword energy shot from the four corners towards the man with contemptuous eyes across from her.

"I'll give you one last chance to admit defeat, otherwise..."

The man sneered, and with one step of his foot, a wooden sword shot out from his cuff. With a twist of his wrist, his spiritual energy began to circulate rapidly. A green light shot out from the hilt of the sword. Four pieces of iron wood were drilled out of the ground, and the sword energy bounced away.

The man's strength was obviously higher than that of Lan Xiaodie. However, regardless of the speed of the sword, the speed of the movement, the breath of psychic energy, or the casting of psychic skills, these two people were actually very slow and weak. Something worthy of attention.

In short, two rookies pecking each other, what's there to see? Of course, the man opposite may not think so, which can be seen from his contemptuous eyes and forceful words.

He really considered himself a master, and Lan Xiaodie's scarred body and panting breath seemed to further expand his confidence.

"Since you don't know good from evil, you can't blame anyone else if you die." The man laughed ferociously, a cold light flashed in his eyes, the wooden sword in his hand lit up with a green light, and a green psychic blade shot towards Lan Xiao Butterfly's chest.

"The weak must have the consciousness of the weak." The man seemed to have seen the scene of Lan Xiaodie dying under his own sword.

Lan Xiaodie's face was ashen, and she was locked by her aura, unable to dodge at all. Luo Xiaoxin's face turned pale, his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, and he screamed: "Sister Xiaodie, move quickly!"

Judging from his anxious posture, he was about to rush to the ring to save people. Unfortunately, his clumsy movement was too slow, and he could only watch the sword getting closer and closer to Lan Xiaodie.

"No!" Luo Xiaoxin exclaimed in surprise

The killing intent in the eyes of the man opposite was even more determined. Lan Xiaodie's lifeless expression and Luo Xiaoxin's screams seemed to make him truly feel the pleasure of being a strong man. Then, he suddenly felt a coldness in his wrists and pain in his ankles. My chest hurt, and my whole body lifted off the ground.

Lan Xiaodie on the opposite side disappeared from his sight, replaced by another ghostly figure. He couldn't catch the other person's movements at all. It wasn't until the other person stood still and slowly turned his head that he faced the red star. His blood-like eyes looked like they were being stared at by evil spirits.

A stream of cold air rushed into his forehead from his limbs, and then a stream of blazing warmth sprayed out. The man's face changed drastically, and he was extremely frightened. His body was still flying sideways in the air, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground, and his palms and soles of his feet came together. Break, that blazing warm current is the blood he sprayed, like a fountain, bloody and cruel.

"The hand is broken"

He still seemed unable to believe it, and there was still a trace of confusion in his frightened eyes. However, he could not reconnect his hands and feet. Several columns of blood spurted out in front of him, coming from his chest. He struggled to move his eyes. He looked over, but after all, he died before he could, and his body fell heavily on the ring.

From Li Muzhi's perspective, we can see that Du Yu's figure suddenly jumped out from behind, appearing on the ring like a ghost at a speed that was almost impossible to catch. With a gentle sweep of his feet, he swept the young man away. The girl swept towards the audience and was caught by someone. Then she made a wrong step and strangely appeared in front of the man holding the sword. The long sword suddenly unsheathed, thrust out and retracted like lightning.

"13 swords or 14 swords"

The sword that was like a rain of flowers in the sky was so fast, so beautiful, and so dangerous that Li Muzhi didn't even see it clearly for a while. He only saw the light of the sword flashing back and forth in the air, and the man seemed to be stunned unconsciously. Yu had his limbs cut off, and transparent holes penetrated his chest from top to bottom.

"15 swords"

There was more than he guessed. The sword hole on the corpse's chest gave a clear answer. Li Muzhi's pupils shrank sharply. Du Yu's spiritual aura was not strong. He was at least fourth level, which was far behind him. A large level, however, he could not clearly see the speed of the opponent's sword. This speed was really terrifying.

"What a murderous person, this boy is Du Yu"

With a startled glance, Bai Wuji looked at Du Yu and asked lightly.

"Yes." Old ghost Xue looked ugly, because this scene was not in the plan, but he still nodded. Fortunately, the occasion was not suitable for further investigation. Bai Wuji did not say anything anymore, but turned his gaze elsewhere. Old Ghost Xue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Li Muzhi's brow, and then he smiled coldly. Since the plan was disrupted by Du Yu, let's just start. Anyway, counting the time, the man is almost on his way here.

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