I became my brother's cloud baby

There is no night in Yunfu Island, and the twilight sun falls from the gaps in the branches, falls on the arm that is bleeding endlessly, and drips to the ground with the blood.

The white bird that was originally flying in the sky stopped on the top of the tree. It spread its wings slightly and let out a long song.

This tweet made the people in the audience shudder.

The sound of the whistle fell, and the sword had penetrated half an inch into Wuzhi's arm, as if it wanted to pierce him directly.

Blood oozes from endless arms, the dark red blood dissipates in the air, and a bloody smell immediately fills the air.

Ren Yanxing under the stage looked at Wu Zhi, and clenched his hands involuntarily.

It stands to reason that just stabbing a sword in the arm would not bleed so much blood.

The sword in the man's hand was blue-black, and there was a faint green light around it, and the sword vibrated greedily when no hemostasis was seeping out.

It is a bloodthirsty sword.

The bloodthirsty sword is a sword that ordinary cultivators dare not touch. To practice this sword, you first have to pour it with the blood of the cultivator, and then cast it in purgatory for seven days and seven nights, and finally you can get this sword.

This sword is an evil sword.

If it was in the past, people who practiced this sword would definitely be street rats, and everyone would shout and beat them.

But not here.

This is the Kyushu where all things grow, and it encompasses all things. Here, there are people who practice any kind of way, evil way, poisonous way, and even Gushu.

The law of the jungle preys on the strong, and whoever is strong can stand out, regardless of whether he is crooked or righteous.

Therefore, cultivating the evil sword is also recognized by everyone.

Everyone held their breath, the man in brocade was sure to win, he stabbed deeper with the sword in his hand: "Such a good sword, it would be a waste to give it to you."

Shuang Ye wasn't his sword at all, and this sword was extremely spiritual, and he couldn't control it a little bit.

The man in brocade clothes pulled out his sword, and there were more than one of them who was unstable, barely standing still while supporting the sword.

The people in the audience exclaimed: "Whether this person can do it..."

"If you want me to say, definitely not, it was the girl Yu Jian who brought him here just now!"

"That's right, even Yujian can't fly!"

The man in brocade clothes laughed loudly: "Looking at that posture just now, I thought you were so powerful. It turns out that you are a waste who can't even hold a sword steadily, and can't control a sword."

Holding Shuang Ye in his hand, Wu Zhi clearly felt the sword trembling.

The sword held by the man in brocade suddenly trembled, it was trembling.

Wuzhi raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly smiled.

"What is he laughing at?"

"Isn't it because I was stabbed stupidly?"

Under everyone's gaze, Shuang Ye suddenly became quiet in Wu Zhi's hands, holding the sword as if he was the master of it.

Holding the sword in his hand, he slashed across the air in an arc that ordinary people couldn't reach, passed through a cloud of white mist, and finally landed in front of the man in brocade.

His hand holding the sword has long been stabbed beyond recognition by the man in brocade, but he can still lift the sword, which is amazing.

"What is this for?"

"Is he desperate? If you hit him with this hand, I'm afraid he will have his arm broken in the future!"

The ridicule around him didn't ease Wuzhi's heart of holding the sword, he slightly hooked his lips: "Come on, let me show you how powerful I am."

The man in brocade snorted coldly, he clenched the sword in his hand, and swiftly swiped past Wu Zhi at an astonishingly fast speed.

Wu Zhi stepped back slightly, and his two fingers caught the opponent's sword.

The hand of the man in brocade clothes holding the sword froze slightly.

He saw a pair of eyes, a pair of resolute eyes.

The man in front of him doesn't seem to be as weak as his appearance. His appearance is more beautiful, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of affection, he seems drunk but not drunk, and he will be deceived if he is not careful.

But these eyes have a determination that no one else has.

While he was in a daze, the snow-white sword had already slashed across his side, cutting off his hair directly.

The man said lightly, "I don't take advantage of others."

This made the man in brocade clothes feel ashamed.

Wuzhi was injured just now, it was the man in brocade clothes who caught him watching Ren Yanxing and gave him a sword.

What he said made him seem like a villain, more than an upright gentleman.

Everyone in the audience was really led astray:

"What I'm talking about is that you dare to use the dirty method of sneak attacking people!"

"Yes, yes!"

The man in brocade clothes became angrier after being told, and the sword in his hand felt the master's anger, and a dark green mist rose up.

Wuzhi has a long waist and slender legs, and his slender fingers are holding the hilt of the sword. It seems that he is not affected by the injury just now, and the sword swivels in his hand flexibly, and it directly strikes horizontally.

Everything that followed was astonishingly fast. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the sword. He didn't need to think about it, and he didn't need to deliberately control it. The sword seemed to be born for him.

Wuzhi still remembered that he had touched this sword before.

That was already something that happened when he was young, and he was bounced off before he touched the sword, and fell straight into a shit.

At that time, he was not yet familiar with Ren Yanxing, so he secretly greeted the eighteen generations of his ancestors, and then patted his ass and left.

At that time, he also vowed to remove the sword from Ren Yanxing's hand.

He never thought that one day, he would be able to hold this sword.

The man in brocade retreated step by step, he was beaten by endless attacks and was powerless to fight back.

If you go on like this, you will lose sooner or later.

The man in brocade clothes had a flash of inspiration, he suddenly took a few steps back, and an unpleasant smell came into Wu Zhi's nostrils.

This movement was subtle and imperceptible, and the audience's attention was all attracted by Wu Zhi, so naturally they didn't notice this small movement of the man in brocade.

The pungent smell was introduced into the endless nose, gradually filling his entire nasal cavity.

The smell made him a little uncomfortable, he only felt that his vision was blurred and his head began to feel dizzy.

Suddenly a violent force struck him, directly knocking him down under the ring.

Before he could react, the whole person crawled on the ground.

Everyone sighed, and the sighs were full of regret.

Even the examiner panicked, he walked to Wu Zhi's side: "Can you still wake up?"

The man in brocade blew on his sword: "I'll give you ten seconds."

The people around looked at Wu Zhi nervously.

Wu Zhi only felt weak all over, and he couldn't even use his fingers.

The body is too soft.

He heard many people shouting for him: "Come on!"

"you can!"

"Young master, come on!"

But he couldn't get up, and his whole body seemed to be drained of strength.

"ten……"

Everyone stared at Wu Zhi closely.

"Nine……"

"Eight……"

A girl finally couldn't help shouting: "Come on, my son! If you can stand up, I... I will marry you!"

Maybe it was driven by this girl, many people around him shouted for him: "Come on!!"

"If you can stand up, I will give you all my pigs!"

"I'll give you all the valuable antiques in my house!"

Endless hearts trembled with their words.

"seven……"

Under the gaze of everyone, Wu Zhi couldn't get up no matter what.

No matter who made the vow, it seems that they can't make him get up.

"six……!"

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

"five……"

Under the eyes of everyone, the veiled girl who had been standing beside her suddenly moved.

"Four……"

He walked over and stopped beside Wu Zhi, leaned over slightly, and said something against Wu Zhi's ear.

"three……"

The words were so soft and soft that no one heard what he said.

I only saw Wu Zhi's fingers, which had been motionless all this time, move.

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