After becoming a master, he was cheated by the master

The sect's single-player battles are very fast in screening out the number of people. One person is screened out in each game. There is no resurrection match. Xie Ling advances almost with a crushing attitude. Everyone who fights against him is without exception Dantian. Kai Lai was unconscious, and the leader of the Lian Yue Sect burst out laughing when he saw such a result. Combined with his pale and weird ugly face, it was really creepy to watch.

"Today's match will be between Song Mingxi, an outer disciple of the Xuanqing Sect, and Rong Jingsheng of the Xuanqing Sect." The elder looked at the list and was slightly stunned. In the same sect, the Golden Core Stage versus the Late Foundation Establishment Stage?This simply sets up the ending.

"Elder, I hope this competition will not be stopped no matter what happens." Song Mingxi jumped onto the competition stage in a few steps, his voice extremely confident, "This is a bet between him and me."

"Here, take the sword with you." Shen Yao handed Huoshi to Rong Jingsheng, "Fight well and don't embarrass me."

"Okay." Rong Jingsheng took the sword and walked up to the stage. He took a deep breath and looked at Song Mingxi opposite. He and Song Mingxi had an argument yesterday. The final bet was that if he lost, he would no longer be Shen Yao's disciple. When Song Mingxi lost, he knelt down and walked back to the outer gate. For Rong Jingsheng, this competition was unfair in terms of strength and stakes, but he still agreed, as if he was an impulsive act and wanted to prove Nothing like myself.

"Rong Jingsheng, I didn't expect you to dare to come." Song Mingxi saw him carrying the sword on the stage, glanced at him and sneered, "Do you think carrying this magic sword is useful? It's just a laughing stock. Don't do it when the time comes. I was scared to death again.”

"You won't know until you try it." Rong Jingsheng was calm. He knew that he was not as strong as Song Mingxi, but he would be a real loser if he surrendered without a fight. He raised his head and saw Shen Yao on the stage. She His eyes occasionally glanced here, and even the occasional charity eyes were enough for him to feel calm.

This sword was given to him by her before the game.

He gripped the sword tightly, his heart hot but his face calm, "Come on."

Song Mingxi gave a long shout, and the spiritual power in his hand gathered. He actually raised his hand to launch a killing move. Rong Jingsheng also knew a lot about Song Mingxi's moves after watching the competition in the past few days. Seeing this, his face became slightly solemn. , concentrating all the strength on the soles of the feet - there is no problem if you can't fight but run.

However, the gap in cultivation was still huge. Even though Rong Jingsheng managed to avoid it, the strong wind brought by his spiritual power made a big gash in his leg. Blood spattered. He used his sword to support the ground to control himself from falling. Seeing this, Song Mingxi laughed arrogantly, "Rong Jingsheng, why don't you fight? Are you a coward who only dares to run away!"

Rong Jingsheng stood up straight with an expressionless face, turning a deaf ear to Song Mingxi's provocation. There was still blood on his leg, but his voice was cold and mocking, "You can't kill me with a big killing move, so you can Is this something you can do?"

"If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty." Song Mingxi sneered, took out his sword, and glanced at the sun, which was cold and cold.He smiled contemptuously and looked at Rong Jingsheng, "It's still too late for you to admit defeat. I won't do anything to you. We are all from the same sect, so I won't drive you away and kill you."

"It's impossible to admit defeat." Rong Jingsheng gritted his teeth, gathered strength in his hands, and pulled out the sword at the same time. As the red light appeared, and along with the whimpering of the resentful spirit on the sword, it seemed that the battle stage was covered with a layer of blood red. of mist.

The magic sword brings disaster to the world.

As soon as this sword came out, the eyes of the spectators on the stage were all focused here. After a moment, they turned away regretfully. The owner of the rumored sword was such a little waste, and he could use it to bring disaster to the world. How amazing is it?

It can only be said that the vision of a strong man is indeed very accurate. After all, Rong Jingsheng is not suitable for the cultivation methods of ordinary cultivators. His progress to this point is already a miracle. Secondly, he has not learned anything profound yet since he has just started. It is impossible. Take control of this sword.The last thing is also the cruelest reality - the gap between them is really too big. One Golden Elixir and one Foundation Establishment, no matter how hard they try, it is impossible to cross the gap in ability.

Huoshi flew straight out and shot at Song Mingxi. Song Mingxi looked at the sword and sneered, "The sword is a good sword, but the owner is not suitable."

"Zheng——" The sound of metal colliding with each other even caused sparks to appear. The blade of the sword that caused disaster trembled without any trace. At the same time, Rong Jingsheng spat out a mouthful of blood.He still tried his best to support Huoshi, but the gap between the foundation building and the golden elixir could be said to be a geometric multiple. Soon he was exhausted and fell. Huoshi fell to the ground, making the sound of metal and stone hitting Song Mingxi. He kicked it away and walked towards Rong Jingsheng, who was lying on the ground still vomiting blood.

The spectators on the stage were all whispering, saying that it was a pity that the disaster of the world fell into the hands of such a master, or that it seemed that the outcome of this game was decided, and Rong Jingsheng might die in the same sect. hands.

"It is said that the order of the competition was arranged by Immortal Shen Yao... Let your foundation-building disciples fight against the disciples in the middle and late stages of Jindan. Is Immortal Shen Yao confused?"

"Perhaps you want to get rid of him?" The disciple watching said with a smile, "This sword that brings disaster to the world should not have been born. Last time I passed by the master and heard Immortal Shen Yao talking to the master, she Tell the boss that if Rong Jingsheng loses control, he will be dealt with personally."

"But isn't this out of control yet?"

"It's too troublesome to deal with it if it's out of control. Maybe we should get rid of him just to be fair?"

...The sounds came to his ears one after another. Rong Jingsheng was dizzy, his body was still aching, his breath was dying, and the corners of his lips were constantly dripping with blood.

He tried to open his eyes to see Shen Yao's expression clearly, but was blocked by Song Mingxi in front of him. He squatted down with a smile and lowered his head, "Admit defeat, Rong Jingsheng, tell everyone that you are no longer the disciple of Immortal Shen Yao, I Just let you go."

"You know, I said before this game started, no matter what happens, it can't be stopped. If you don't admit defeat, I will really kill you."

Rong Jingsheng ignored his words.

"Are you watching Immortal Shen Yao? You just heard it. Maybe it was arranged by Immortal Shen Yao that we compete together. She wants me to kill you." Song Mingxi looked at him and had no intention of paying attention to her. He meant, but tried hard to avoid his figure and looked back, with an unpleasant look on his face, and stretched out his hand to strangle his neck, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

Luo Rong Jingsheng remained silent, biting her lower lip with her teeth and refusing to admit defeat. Song Mingxi sneered, "Then I'll give you a good time."

The neck was slowly tightened, and Rong Jingsheng felt that the air in his chest was empty. He tried hard to reach out and squeeze Song Mingxi's hand, but it was in vain.

Defeat seemed a foregone conclusion.

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