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Evilly injected true energy into Nangong Qian's body, saved Nangong Qian's life, and hung him for a breath.

"Young man, don't go too far!" Cheng Ao couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded him.Although the life and death certificate had already been signed before the competition, and according to the rules of the martial arts, he could not enter the arena to obstruct the competition, but he couldn't help but speak out to stop Wei Shengni's bloody behavior.

From a Buddhist point of view, people are naturally merciful, and seeing such a scene is also displeased: "Young man, my Buddha is merciful, let the benefactor of Nangong be spared."

Song Yanchu saw that Wei Shengni had no remorse and got worse, his anger overwhelmed his grief, and he yelled at Wei Shengni who was full of murderous intent on the stage, "Wei Shengni! Stop it!"

Suddenly, Weisheng turned his head and glanced at Song Yanchu, his eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old iceberg, mixed with obvious sarcasm.And Song Yanchu couldn't help taking a step back from Shang Weishengni's gaze, lowered his head to avoid it, and the sadness in his heart drowned him like a flood.

Wei Shengni saw Song Yanchu's sadness and sadness in his eyes, but he was still unmoved, but he used a stronger force in his hands to put Di Xuan on Nangongqian's head...

Everyone was stunned watching such a bloody scene, not daring to take a breath.Suddenly, a masked man flew in front of Wei Shengni, his figure was elegant and he couldn't distinguish between gods and ghosts.

Wei Sheng looked up at the man's pupils - Ling Dong Tian He had a slight hint of melancholy in his smile, he immediately felt that this man was very familiar.

It's him?Wei Shengni thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The two of them knew each other well, and then they didn't say anything, they both clasped their fists together and saluted.

Wei Shengni immediately poured a little internal energy into Zhai Cong at his waist, and Zhai Cong immediately uttered a soul-calling music like a chasing bell. This sound is a nightmare for people. People who do not have deep internal energy cannot resist the voice of Zhai Cong. With the injection of different levels of internal force, Zhai Cong's lethality will be greater.

But the masked man couldn't see the expression, luck resisted the bursts of bells, and the two faced each other, not in a hurry to make a move.

The people around raised their breaths to resist, with some expressions of exhausted internal strength and pain, suddenly Wei Sheng seemed to think of something, his brows were slightly frowned, and with a wave of his sleeves, a gust of air flew towards the already uncomfortable Song Yanchu.

The airflow tightly surrounded Song Yanchu, blocking the piercing ringing of the bell.Without the ringtone, Song Yanchu gradually came to his senses, looking at Wei Shengni standing on the ring with complicated eyes...

The two stood there for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, amidst Zhai Cong's strange voice, the masked man drew his sword and raised his sword.

The man makes a move, obviously the weapon is a sword, but the move is a fan, using the sword as a fan to attack Wei Shengni with the face of the sword.

Wei Shengni was unhurried, flying over the top of the man, constantly changing the position of green dragon and white tiger, and swung Zhai Xuan to meet the man's broad sword from above and below.

And the man suddenly smiled, and a powerful internal force instantly transformed from the wide sword surface, whizzing out through the dark lines on the sword surface, Wei Shengni didn't dare to be careless seeing this, and waved Di Xuan to deal with the seemingly unreasonable Following the internal force, the sword moves are changing, and the sword moves are all extremely fast. Di Xuan in his hand is sometimes as soft as a snake, and sometimes as hard as steel.

When the two swords met, there were bursts of sharp sounds, and accompanied by Zhai Cong's music, a powerful aura rushed around, and the two kept making moves.

Suddenly the man swiped his sword at Weisheng Nipu, and after Weisheng reversed the sword energy, he saw that the man had safely fallen back under the ring.

Seeing this, Wei Shengni smiled, and walked down the ring to the side of the masked man, then leaned over and whispered in the man's ear: "Xiao Yiqing's mask is really cute."

The man in the mask didn't say a word when he heard the words, and thought to himself that this slightly rebellious martial art is indeed weird. Although it is a sword move, it is not a purebred Central Plains sword school. Although it has skills, it is not like a witch from the Western Regions. It seems to be a school of its own when you think about it, and the sword is so fast, plus his already rapid lightness kung fu, it is impossible for ordinary people to keep up with his speed and changes in sword moves, and he must die before he reacts in a fight The different places, together with the black sword, can be soft but firm, it doesn't seem so simple.

He suddenly thought of what the palace Zuoqiu Jie had told him that day, and a icy coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ah Ni, it seems that we can't continue playing like this.

And Wei Shengni saw that the masked man didn't say a word, just chuckled lightly and didn't move much.

Wei Shengni fights against the masked man. The two have always been on equal footing, but they are also dangerous. This fight can be described as a feast for the eyes.

No one noticed that there was a little bit of fire floating down from the top of the mountain faintly, and he looked so weak and lifeless in the howling cold wind.

The spot of fire slowly fell to a corner of the arena, and with just that momentary touch, the arena immediately burst into raging fire, Wei Shengni dodged in a panic, and with a snap of his fingers, he hugged Song Yanchu, who was not far away, into his arms , and then immediately gathered Qi to set up a strong aura around the two of them, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

And the masked man flicked his right index finger and thumb lightly, setting up a formation around him, and then fixed his eyes on the surroundings.

The flames of the arena dispelled the autumn spirit of Ping Yingding, and the temperature of the whole audience rose sharply, and the fire of the arena gradually went out in an instant, and the arena turned into ashes, as if it had never appeared before.

Just when everyone thought it was just an innocent fire, the temperature in Pingyingding rose instead of falling, and it rose violently. One person wanted to fly away, but when that person flew to a certain distance, his whole body burst into flames.Seeing this scene, everyone dared not leave hastily, and could only inject more internal energy to resist the burning heat.

As the temperature continued to rise, the tables, chairs and objects on Pingying's roof began to ignite spontaneously. Some disciples with low internal energy couldn't resist, and they ignited one after another, burning their bodies to death.

After a while, only the scorching rock remained on the top of Pingying, and everything was reduced to ashes. Everyone was like a trapped beast, and they could only use their internal strength to resist the heat.

Seeing this, Cheng Ao clasped his fists and said loudly: "I don't know where the hero got here?"

"I'm the person you've been looking for, Leader Cheng." The voice of Kong Kuang Xia Yuan seemed to have traveled through mountains and rivers, but it did not conceal the calmness of the voice at all.

"Are you the murderer of Hunguo Lin's murder?" Cheng Ao asked in a deep voice, although he was doubtful, he was sure.

"Since Leader Cheng has the answer, I won't say more."

"You are still the one spreading rumors about treasures." Cheng Ao continued to speculate.

"That's indeed what I spread, but the treasure is not a rumor."

When everyone heard the man affirming that the treasures of the Western Regions were not rumors, they were all planning in their hearts.

Cheng Ao watched the crowd ready to move, and couldn't help worrying about the safety of his martial arts, so he roared angrily: "What do you want to do!"

"Hahaha!! You trash." The laughter was arrogant.

As the laughter stopped, the burning heat gradually dissipated, but only a few sect masters, or disciples of the sect, and some people from the rivers and lakes with great internal strength were left on top of Pingying , plus that Song Yanchu who was tightly protected by Wei Shengni, the rest of the people were burned to death by the fire, and there were only a few hundred people left in Pingyingding.

"Master Cheng, look at this..." Xiang Ying reluctantly said to Cheng Ao.

"Heroes, Cheng will definitely investigate this person thoroughly, and give justice to all the dead disciples!" Cheng Ao bowed his body as he spoke, his words were resolute, as if he had taken a heavy oath.

Everyone wanted to say something but they didn't know how to say it, and soon everyone left Pingyingding.

After a while, only Wei Shengni, the masked man, and Song Yanchu were left in Pingyingding, and the warm autumn wind blew their clothes.

Song Yanchu left Wei Shengni's embrace, he looked at Wei Shengni fixedly, with mixed emotions in his eyes, and Wei Shengni glanced at Song Yanchu as if looking at a stranger, then turned his head to signal the masked man beside him , and then the two disappeared before Song Yanchu's eyes.

Song Yanchu was the only one left in the huge Pingyingding, dressed in windy white clothes, touched the deepest heartstrings, a trace of sadness spread out, and then like ink seeping into a clear lake, it instantly dyed the silent mountain.

A gorgeously dressed man stood on the boulder on the top of the mountain and looked down at Pingyingding below. His eyes locked on the looming red shadow, and he said with a smile, "This world is mine after all."

【Come to Inn·Tianzi Room No. [-]】

Wei Shengni and the masked man came to the Tianzi No. [-] room of the Qianlai Inn, and he didn't stop the masked man's behavior. When he returned to the room, he sat at the table, and the masked man also sat down and poured a cup of tea.

"Xiao Yiqing, don't wear a mask in front of me." Wei Shengni took a sip of hot tea, his breath slightly thawed.

"Ah Ni is still very concerned about Benhou, so I recognized him so quickly." The masked man smiled.Then he tore off the mask, and it turned out to be that Gu Xi.

"Of course I recognize it." Wei Sheng looked at Gu Xi piercingly, as if affectionate.

Gu Xi also poured a cup of tea for himself, and he couldn't help thinking of the conversation with the emperor in the palace, but it was strange to see that Wei Shengni didn't seem to be hostile now, so he also said in a pretendingly relaxed tone: "Ah Ni also has the same idea. Yaxing watched this martial arts conference, and even turned into a blue face in anger, killing Tianyi Hall's big disciple Nan Gongqian. Benhou watched it so exciting~"

"It's just boring." Wei Shengni said generously, then got up and came to the guqin to stare carefully.

"Ah Ni's illness seems to have improved a lot. Could it be that he died after seeing Dr. Song?" Gu Xi laughed.

"Suppress Qi and return to the original, doesn't this little Yiqing understand?" Wei Sheng glanced at Gu Xi, put his fingertips on the strings of the ancient zither and gently picked it, and a burst of exciting music jumped out.

"Although suppressing Qi and returning to the original can temporarily suppress the disease,