Nie Wushuang stood on the Zongbi platform, leaning against the protective wall of the Zongbi platform. The tip of the Demon-Subduing Sword was pointed at the ground, his face was covered with blood, and there was no expression at all.

In the entire Kaiye Square, except for Tang Yurun's crying sound, there was a dead silence.

Ye Xuanxin stood up and looked at Nie Wushuang, who was covered in blood on the side of the protective wall of Zongbitai, and his eyes were tightened.

Fu Xuesong opened his eyes wide and stared at Nie Wushuang.

Across the entire square, there were crowds of people in the east and west, with stunned people showing fear on their faces, and countless people also showing unbearable expressions. Everyone focused their eyes on Nie Wushuang; no one spoke.

After a while, Tang Yurun slowly stood up from the ground and waited for the sect servants to come forward to lift Tang Minghu's body down. Tang Yurun rolled up his sleeves and rolled Tang Minghu's body over and flew back to the viewing platform.

The tears were retracted, Tang Yurun hugged Tang Minghu's body with one hand, pointed with his right hand Nie Wushuang on the sect stage, and shouted shrillly: "In the foundation building realm, who killed this person for me? I, Tang Yurun, granted the position of deputy director of Yurun Hall to this person, and ensured him to sit firmly in this position." At this time, the square was silent, and Tang Yurun's sharp voice was particularly harsh.

Ye Xuanxin frowned and said nothing.

When Tang Yurun finished speaking, he took back his right hand and held Tang Minghu's corpse full of blood. Without saying a word, he slowly walked towards his seat. At this time, he was covered in tears and held Tang Minghu's corpse with both hands. He slowly placed the body on his seat. Then he stood Tang Minghu's head straight up, stood on his neck, and moved the chair in a direction, so that Tang Minghu's corpse was facing the front of his body. Then he took out a handkerchief from his arms, poured spiritual tea on the handkerchief, rubbed it for a while, and gently wiped the blood on Tang Minghu's face clean, and finally broke Tang Minghu's closed eyes with his fingers.

At this time, Tang Yurun's lips trembled, his eyes were filled with tears, and his murderous aura was soaring to the sky. He squatted down and said, "Son, even if you die, you should watch your enemy being dismembered before you can rest and cheer up! Watch it out for me."

After saying that, he didn't say much, he suddenly stood up, held Tang Minghu's body, stood aside, staring at Nie Wushuang on the Zongbi stage with anger.

A burst of exclamations finally broke out from the square. In the exclamation, countless people sighed and countless people scolded.

"What I want is to cut him Nie Wushuang into pieces!" Tang Yurun suddenly shouted loudly, and after he finished shouting, he whistled to the sky.

The whistling sound spread throughout Kaiye Square and echoed between the peaks and valleys for a long time.

When Tang Yurun finished speaking, hundreds of figures flew up and landed on the small door of the protective wall of Zongbitai, holding various weapons in his hands, ready to rub his hands; everyone looked at Nie Wushuang, who was seriously injured on Zongbitai, and his eyes were shining.

Nie Wushuang leaned against Zongbitai to protect the wall, closed his eyes tightly, and kept mobilizing the chaotic energy to repair the injury. The blood on his left arm had already stopped, and new flesh slowly emerged.

At this point, no one doubted the fake fight anymore. Nie Wushuang cut off the head of Tang Minghu, who was at the sixth level of foundation building, with his initial level of foundation building, with extremely cruelty. What else is there to doubt?

"It's a slight mistake to make you feel a lot worse. Ask yourself why this happens." said the little fat man.

Nie Wushuang did not answer. He kept recalling the battle just now, and at the same time he kept thinking about how he used the wrong trick.

The Demon-Subduing Sword was disobedient and killed Tang Minghu with such cruel means, which scared Nie Wushuang himself; but after such a battle, he felt that he had touched the gate of sword technique artistic conception.

The black-clothed deacon trembled slightly, and he walked forward slowly, shouting intermittently: "Assistant Master of Cedar Hall... Nie Wushuang, the first-level foundation-building stage! Please... I would like to ask Deputy Master of Nie Wushuang, whether he chose to continue defending..." After saying that, he was bitten on his tongue by his teeth, and a pain came, interrupting what he was about to shout.

Nie Wushuang took a deep breath and thought in his heart: It’s already here, it’s useless to think too much!

So he waved his head suddenly, asking himself not to think about the scene of the battle with Tang Minghu just now. He nodded to the black-clothed deacon, and spit out two words: "Continue." After saying that, his eyes closed slightly, and listening to countless shouts from the square, he actually felt like he was enlightened on the spot.

A short man stood in front of the team, his face full of anger, with two short hammers in his hand, and the steel barbs stood upright on the hammer body. The golden hammer handle was shining. He pointed at Nie Wushuang with both hammers and shouted, "I will take your head to pay tribute to my junior brother today." As he said that, he took a step forward, and was about to go to the sect and bilateral hammer, Nie Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hand to the person who had just taken the steps to get on the sect and bilateral hammer, and said, "Please wait a moment."

The short man shouted angrily: "How are you going?"

Nie Wushuang looked at the nearly two or three hundred people at the small gate of the wall protection wall, all of whom were sixth, seventh, and eighth-level monks. His eyes suddenly rolled and said to the hundreds of people: "No matter what the reason, since you are ranked here, you are going to compete with me, Nie Wushuang."

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Nie Wushuang, you are so cruel, you are not worthy of being my disciple of the Yemen!" "Nie Wushuang, you are simply a devil." "Nie Wushuang, you'd better win a few more games and wait for me to avenge Junior Brother Minghu." "Nie Wushuang, I will kill you."...

The deacon of the sect stood at the small door of the wall protection. Although the door was already in a terrible state, his eyes were still looking at Nie Wushuang, as if he had almost forgotten his responsibilities and had not spoken a word.

Nie Wushuang supported his body with his right hand, held the hilt of the Demon-Subduing Sword with his right hand, swung his arm, and crossed the long sword, and whispered to the person at the door of the Demon-Subduing Sword: "I am not intentional or intentional today, and I have done it. I don't explain much. After all, the facts are there, and I can't allow me to explain. Since you are queuing here, whether you are being teased or wanting to take me to reward, I'm afraid everyone is thinking about killing me soon! Since that's the case, everyone doesn't have to hide it." Speaking of this, Nie Wushuang's Demon-Subduing Sword pointed at the people who were queuing at the sect and platform, and he was full of momentum, and said word by word: "There are people in the queue who are counting as one, let's go together!"

Three or four hundred people were still making noises, but when he heard Nie Wushuang's words, he suddenly became quiet and looked at Nie Wushuang on the sect's stage, stunned.

The little fat man shouted in Nie Wushuang's mind: "Okay!"

Ye Xuanxin couldn't help but take a step forward, with a look of surprise on her face, nodded and smiled, and looked at Nie Wushuang.

Tang Yurun was originally looking at Zong Bitai with a wide eyes wide open, but suddenly heard Nie Wushuang's words, his eyes contracted violently and his chest fluctuated rapidly.

Fu Xuesong patted his chest and shouted, "Good boy, you're doing a pretty job!"

On Kaiye Square, everyone was shocked. No one would have expected such a scene. Hundreds of foundation-building cultivators, Nie Wushuang was going to be enemies with these hundreds of cultivators at the same time with one person. If it weren't for Nie Wushuang's still on the sect competition stage, many people really wanted to go up and ask Nie Wushuang how dare he be so bold?

"Are you sure?" the fat man asked with a chuckling.

Nie Wushuang shook his head and said to himself: "Today we are either the first or the first one or the dead! If we continue to fight like this, there will always be people coming up to challenge it; it will be a fight early and a fight late, one fight one by one, and one by one, and one by one, anyway, it will be no different from hitting one by one or hundreds of them."

The little fat man giggled twice and stopped talking.

Nie Wushuang looked at the crowd and murmured: "So what about hundreds of people? So what about thousands of people? Since God has allowed me to understand the artistic conception and sword technique, I will do my best: either first! or die!"

Three or four hundred people stood at the small door of the Zangbitai guarding wall. Originally, many of them came up to grab the position after listening to Tang Yurun's words, but many people saw Nie Wushuang's hearts full of passion, and suddenly felt a sense of retreat in their hearts. For a moment, a voice in the crowd shouted: "Hmph, I don't want to bully the less." "Yes, Nie Wushuang, when you win, I will fight alone with you." "I really don't know how high the world is, challenge hundreds of people? Are you hysterical? I really disdain to take action." "I'm leaving, in this situation, how can this boy survive?"

When everyone was talking, two or three hundred people retreated to their own phalanx one after another. Some people naturally felt that so many people came to the stage to challenge Nie Wushuang, who was the third-level foundation building, had lost the fun of the challenge, while some people thought that Nie Wushuang must have a trump card. After all, Tang Minghu's example was there, and some people thought that Nie Wushuang was just determined to die. What's the point of killing such a person? Some people thought that so many people went up, even if they went up, they would not be rewarded.

So, some people quit the team. When the crowd almost retreated, there were still thirty-seven people left in the queue.

At this time, almost 90% of the people who stayed behind were full of righteous indignation, shouting for revenge, and showing their eyes and greed, shouting with others.
Chapter completed!