Chapter 313

"Damn it, this hateful boy, I will kill you."

In the place where the disciples of leiyunzong are most concentrated, Lei Dong stands in front with fierce anger in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the man who killed his younger martial brother by sneak attack that day had the ability to kill another younger martial brother head-on today.

And look at the posture, it's clear that I didn't use all my strength.

"See, just a few women around him, don't be merciful when they meet in the war, give me a lot of love."

Lei Dong's murderous spirit twinkled in his eyes and said to the Lei yunzong disciples beside him.

The disciples of Leiyun sect nodded repeatedly. Needless to say, they would do the same. After all, it was ordered by their master.

On the high platform, the leader of leiyunzong was very blue.

No wonder he can break into Lei yunzong and hurt the elder. It turns out that he has some means.

After the elders of Lei yunzong were wounded last night, they didn't tell Ning Xiaolei and others their specific strength for the sake of their face. They said that they were defeated only because of the help of mysterious experts.

Otherwise, if they tell the strength of Ning Xiaolei and others, the leader of Leiyun sect will not let his disciples die.

Compared with the angry people of Lei yunzong, the onlookers and sanxiu were excited.

In any case, Ning Xiaolei has won some face for their faction and sanxiu camp.

If the disciples of the five sects win all the time, they will feel shameless and frustrated.

But now it's not the same. Some people not only defeated the disciples of the five sects, but even killed them. They all feel honored.

After several competitions, it was the turn of Shiyun to take the stage.

Her opponent is a disciple of Liangyi sword sect, whose best skill is sword.

The same is the sword technique.

"You are not my opponent. Go down. I don't want to hurt such a delicate beauty as you."

The opponent of poetic charm is a man. Looking at the beautiful face of poetic charm, his eyes suddenly show fiery color, pretending to be very elegant and authentic.

"The same cultivation, how do you say I'm not your opponent?" A trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of poetic charm, and asked in a cold voice.

"I am a member of Liangyi sword sect, but you also use sword." The Liangyi sword sect disciple Dao.

The cold light flickered in his eyes, and he hummed, "I want to see how you beat me."

"Yes? Hehe, I'll let you understand it well! "

The male disciple of Liangyi sword sect laughs strangely. When he talks about his power, he deliberately accentuates his tone, and his eyes sweep his poetic graceful figure.

Under the stage, Xiaoyue shouts: "sister Shiyun, cut him, cut that shameless guy."

As soon as these words came out, not only the disciple on stage, but also the people of Liangyi sword Sect on stage looked ugly.

Although they also know that the disciple on the stage behaves a little too much, Ning Xiaoyue's words clearly don't pay attention to their Liangyi sword sect.

"Those people are very arrogant. I admit they are not weak, but they are too arrogant."

On the high stage, the leader of Liangyi sword sect was a little displeased and frowned.

The leaders of the other factions laughed and did not answer.

On the martial arts competition stage, Shi Yun's eyes twinkled coldly. He looked coldly at the Liangyi sword sect disciple: "you can't blame me for your own death."

With a gentle rebuke, the light suddenly rises on the long sword in the hands of poetic rhyme: "golden light sword technique."

In the whistling, the sword spirit is flying all over the sky, drowning the disciples of Liangyi sword sect.

The disciples of Liangyi sword sect were startled, and they were busy using their means to fight.

However, a moment later, with a scream, the light around the disciple disappeared, revealing himself.

At this time, he was extremely embarrassed, his skin was dry, his body was covered with blood, and his body was emitting wisps of black smoke, as if he had been roasted by the scorching sun.

With a puff, the disciple staggered and fell on the platform.