Nie Wushuang moved his long sword and cut it straight and cross.

Tang Minghu had quick eyes and quick hands. The Kuojian in his hand first arrived. As the spiritual energy surged, a cheerful cry came from the Kuojian. A cyclone condensed into the form of a tiger down the mountain, and headed straight for Nie Wushuang's long sword.

Both sides each made a move.

Nie Wushuang was influenced by the wrong sword technique before, and his mood was unstable. The Demon-Subduing Sword slowly cut across. Not only did he not cut out any artistic conception, but he also did not have any killing momentum.

After killing everything, Nie Wushuang knew that his move did not allow his opponent to enter the country, and the opponent's broad sword was wrapped with a huge spiritual power and instantly slashed. He did not dare to pause at all and quickly flew back.

Tang Minghu's broad sword was full of sword energy, and his murderous intent flew with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Want to run away?"

Nie Wushuang turned around and moved, barely avoiding Tang Minghu's first move. He frowned. He was between the third level of foundation building and the sixth level of foundation building. Only then did he truly realize how big the gap between the first level of foundation building he had cultivated and Tang Minghu's sixth level of foundation building.

If we really start, Nie Wushuang feels that he will not be able to hold on to ten moves.

So, while avoiding, Nie Wushuang slashed his backhand and the Demon-Subduing Sword slashed out again.

Tang Minghu looked at Nie Wushuang with a knife and was still a little prepared, but when he looked again, he found that the opponent had no spiritual energy to rush out of the knife, and the speed was slow. He sneered in his heart, slowed down his body, deliberately thrust his chest and stabbed Nie Wushuang with a knife, allowing the knife to cut across.

There was no spiritual energy in the sword. When Nie Wushuang slashed out, he found that the sword still failed to cut out the rules of artistic conception.

The pure arm strength and blade, even Tang Minghu's clothes were not cut, and Tang Minghu laughed: "This knife is so amazing, it really makes me look at it with admiration." As he said that, he slid the broad sword in his hand and a sword light was shining.

Honey!

With a sound, a piece of flesh was cut off by Tang Minghu's left arm from bottom to top. Suddenly, blood and flesh flew across the outside of Nie Wushuang's left arm. The spiritual power from the sword energy poured into Nie Wushuang's hands from the wound, which immediately made the originally quiet spiritual energy in his golden spirit vein become hot.

Nie Wushuang dared not try again and flew back.

Tang Minghu shouted: "Where can you run!" Kuojian took off, and Nie Wushuang couldn't dodge. He was thrust into the back by Kuojian, and with a bang, he flew out, hitting the protective wall of Zongbitai, spitting blood, and falling from the protective wall.

Fortunately, Tang Minghu's sword was to stop Nie Wushuang from running away. As soon as he escaped and chased, the directions of the two changed greatly. The change in direction just now caused the sword edge of the broad sword in Tang Minghu's hand to be unable to cut off the opponent. His eyes were fast and his hands were fast. Tang Minghu directly used his sword body to slap him on Nie Wushuang's back.

Fortunately, this sword was slapped rather than slashed, otherwise if this sword was slashed on Nie Wushuang's back, I was afraid that he would lose half of his life even if he didn't die.

Although it was not a sword edge, the spiritual energy in the broad sword penetrated into Nie Wushuang's body, stirring the heat and surging spiritual energy in Nie Wushuang's body into a pot of porridge. At this time, Nie Wushuang got up from the side of the protective wall, in a very embarrassing manner, the spiritual energy in his body ran around, blood flowed from his mouth, and blood on his arms was already blurred.

Tang Minghu walked slowly towards Nie Wushuang who was leaning against the wall of the protective formation, and said as he walked: "How is it? Do you admit defeat?"

Nie Wushuang's eyes widened and he said sternly: "Either first or die!"

Tang Minghu shouted: "Either the first one? Or die? I'm really arrogant and ignorant, then I'll send you to death." As he said that, he swung his broad sword, and the sword edge went from bottom to top, and then cut off a piece of flesh from Nie Wushuang's left arm with a sword.

Nie Wushuang snorted and spat out another mouthful of blood. At this time, he could no longer hold on. He swayed for a while, and his whole body was pressed against the protective wall of Zongbitai, and he leaned against the protective wall, looking at Tang Minghu coldly.

Tang Minghu smiled and slowly stepped forward, stood in front of Nie Wushuang, and said, "Don't blame me, if you want to blame Fu Xuesong, who asked him to take you as the deputy hall master? It's tempting, so tempting." Tang Minghu said, and his sword pointed at the Kaiye Square from a distance and said, "Look at this square, do you know how many people envy me at this moment? Haha!" When Tang Minghu finished speaking, the long sword suddenly slashed again, and the flesh strips on Nie Wushuang's left arm were scratched down again. At this moment, there were only white bones left on the outside of Nie Wushuang's left arm, and blood kept gushing out of the wound.

Fu Xuesong frowned when he was on the viewing stand.

Nie Wushuang stared at Tang Minghu, and his eyes seemed to be about to spit out of fire.

Tang Minghu suddenly shouted, "Nie Wushuang, a mere mate, you deserve to be the deputy leader of one of the thirteen halls of the Yemen? Think about it last time in Lingtian, if Miss Yun Qianruoyun hadn't been there, I would have killed you." As he said that, Tang Minghu turned the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his sword body sucked on Nie Wushuang's cheek with a slight sound. The spiritual energy was spit out, and half of Nie Wushuang's cheek suddenly became swollen.

At this time, Nie Wushuang was powerless to resist. The Three Life Art in his body suddenly ran. The Chaos Eye suddenly mobilized the Chaos Qi and began to repair his physical injuries at the fastest speed.

Tang Minghu laughed strangely and said, "Oh, come, let me see, how is your arm? Oh! It seems that it's quite serious, and the bones on the arm can be seen. Sorry, I'm really sorry, I hurt you like this? Tsk tsk, the bones of this hand are exposed, but it's okay, I'll change the side later. I don't have any other hobbies. My favorite is to cut meat and cook soup, especially human meat strips. The soup is delicious..."

Nie Wushuang looked at Tang Minghu in front of him. He saw an extremely satisfied pleasure from Tang Minghu's eyes. That sense of happiness seemed to Tang Minghu's eyes that the position of the deputy hall master Nie Wushuang, as the deputy hall master, had already belonged to him Tang Minghu.

Nie Wushuang suddenly asked, "You seem very happy?"

Tang Minghu was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Of course, of course, haha, you know, the reward for your dean master will be my Tang Minghu soon."

Nie Wushuang's voice was soft and asked, "Really?" As he finished speaking, Nie Wushuang held the knife, held the right arm of his left arm and waved it. The blade cut across the neck of Tang Minghu. The knife was extremely slow. Tang Minghu looked at the knife that Nie Wushuang cut, and did not even dodge. There was an extremely mocking in his eyes, and he laughed and said, "You are not giving up? Haha, this knife..."

Suddenly, Tang Minghu felt that the space around his body suddenly turned into a pure blue color. In this blue world, an orchid suddenly flashed out. The flower was butterfly-shaped and slowly bloomed in front of his eyes. When the flowers bloomed, the fragrance of flowers was everywhere, and a feeling of happiness, happiness, and satisfaction arose. He seemed to see that he had won the first place in Zongbi, as if he had received the generous reward. His eyes were full of happiness and joy, without a trace of sorrow.

The Demon-Subduing Sword in Nie Wushuang's hand became slower and slower. When his Demon-Subduing Sword approached Tang Minghu's neck, Tang Minghu laughed louder.

On the square, everyone was shocked, and everyone looked at Nie Wushuang's sword and Tang Minghu's reaction incredible.

"Minghu!" Tang Yurun's smile suddenly became extremely ugly, and she was breathing heavily, and she stood up in horror and shouted.

Unfortunately, Tang Minghu saw nothing except the Phalaenopsis; he only felt happiness getting closer and closer to him, wrapping up his whole body. He wished he could reach out and hug the Phalaenopsis in his arms and slowly appreciate it.

Nie Wushuang had no expression on his face. His sword was full of artistic conception. Nie Wushuang could feel the artistic conception of the flower-like sword moves quickly enveloped Tang Minghu.

But he was seriously injured at this time, and the spiritual energy in his body ran around in the spiritual veins. As a result, when Nie Wushuang had just slashed out his sword move, a few traces of spiritual energy penetrated into the blade.

Artistic conception sword moves, Huajian Realm, do not require spiritual energy to penetrate. Instead, after the artistic conception is generated, the opponent is trapped in the sword realm, and the person who makes the move needs to allocate spiritual energy to the sword according to his own needs to control whether the sword moves need to kill the opponent.

Obviously, Nie Wushuang cut out the sword, and the spiritual energy entered the sword too early, which caused everything to become out of Nie Wushuang's control after the sword was released.

Tang Minghu's infatuated expression, his face was definitely not pretending to be satisfied.

The knife was pressed against the neck, and Tang Minghu still laughed.

Fortunately, only a few traces of spiritual energy rushed into the Demon-Subduing Sword, so there was no one slash of Tang Minghu's head.

But it was precisely because the spiritual energy penetrated too little, and Tang Minghu, who was at the sixth level of foundation building, had a stronger body. The demon-subduing swords activated by the few traces of spiritual energy could only slowly pull left and right around Tang Minghu's neck.

Tang Minghu was not aware that the Demon-Subduing Sword was pulling and cutting his neck left and right. At this time, he was still trapped in the illusion of Nie Wushuang's long sword. He was still laughing, and the laughter gradually bleeded from his mouth. The blood from his neck flowed out along the blade. He coughed violently a few times, and still laughed hard.

Nie Wushuang was completely awake this time. It was precisely because of his soberness that he truly saw the terrifying part of the artistic sword technique of a pot of wine in Huajian. He just leaked a few threads of spiritual energy into the knife when he used the knife, and as soon as the knife move was released, he became uncontrollable.

But Nie Wushuang held the hilt of the Demon-Subduing Sword in his hand, and clearly felt that under the urging of the spiritual energy, the Demon-Subduing Sword had a feeling that he would not give up until he cut off the other person's head.

The sword speed was extremely slow. Nie Wushuang watched helplessly as he was holding the hilt of the knife, but the one that caused the Demon-Subduing Sword to slowly pull left and right was not what he meant at all. This kind of sword move that was completely out of control made Nie Wushuang himself feel extremely uncomfortable.

Crack, Crack! Nie Wushuang clearly heard the sound between the blade and the human bone, and the sound was harsh.

The blood was sprayed so hard that Nie Wushuang's face was covered with. Seeing the Demon-Subduing Sword keeps cutting, Nie Wushuang wanted to stop, but he could not control his behavior at all.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang's eyes were also filled with horror. He did not deny that he wanted to kill Tang Minghu very much, but he never thought of slashing the other party's neck like a dull knife. This way of killing people that kept pulling the Demon-Subduing Sword at Tang Minghu's neck was definitely not what Nie Wushuang wanted.

Tang Minghu's neck was getting bigger and bigger, and his laughter became more and more miserable. The laughter was completely inconsistent. Blood kept gushing out of his neck, and his face, which was still smiling, had long been covered with his own blood.

"Cough...cough...haha...cough...cough...cough...

Nie Wushuang's pupils contracted sharply, but he was completely out of control. His right arm pulled the Demon-Subduing Sword and was still cutting it constantly. Tang Minghu's bloody mouth opened and wider.

Above Kaiye Square, there is a silence of elegant birds.

Tang Yurun had already floated out, and his body hit the protective wall of Zongbitai heavily and was bounced back into the air. His eyes were extremely sad, and he sprayed blood in his mouth, shouting loudly at Zongbitai with a crying voice: "Nie Wushuang, Nie Wushuang! Woo woo, let him go! Was woo woo..."

Nie Wushuang also wanted to control his mind. His consciousness was clear. If possible, he would rather cut off Tang Minghu's head with one knife like he did when he killed He Qingshan. But at this time he could not control himself. The Demon-Subduing Knife in his hand kept pulling left and right, and blood was sprayed everywhere on the sect platform; suddenly a black light overflowed from Tang Minghu's body.

Before Nie Wushuang could react, the Demon-Subduing Sword flashed in his uncontrolled right hand, and a white light flashed out, instantly turning Tang Minghu's soul into nothingness and strangled it in the air.

The moment Tang Minghu's soul was killed, the hand that had been pulling the Demon-Fuing Sword suddenly stopped. Nie Wushuang was stained with blood and sweat, and the blood and sweat mixed together, unable to tell what was. At this moment, the movement in his hand finally stopped, and the Demon-Fuing Sword also stopped cutting. Looking at the opponent in front of him, Nie Wushuang was also shocked: at this moment, Tang Minghu's bloody face still had an extremely satisfied smile on his neck. His neck had been cut by the Demon-Fuing Sword so that only a trace of flesh on the back of his neck was connected to his body.

Nie Wushuang was covered in blood. At this moment, he had Tang Minghu's blood and his own blood on his body. The chaotic aura in his chaotic eyes was revealed at some point and began to repair the injuries on his body.

Nie Wushuang's eyes were shocked. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he controlled his right hand to pull back the Demon-Subduing Sword. Tang Minghu's head, which was full of smiles, instantly fell to Tang Minghu's back shoulder without the support of the Demon-Subduing Sword. The thin skin hung his head and leaned back. At this moment, Tang Minghu had already died thoroughly.
Chapter completed!