Chen Xiaoqi first used his family heirloom "Capturing the Sky and Turning the Cloud Palm" to deal with one or two, and then took the opportunity to retreat and pull out the Xiaoyun Sword given to him by Chen Yifan to meet the enemy.

Above this martial arts conference, there is no limit to sword soldiers.

After all, some sects are good at defending against enemies empty-handed, and some sects are good at eighteen kinds of weapons, and they are not allowed to use weapons, which is unfair to some sects.

Seeing the two fighting, Chen Xiaoqi's martial arts couldn't help but make people's eyes shine.

The people who eat melons are talking to each other again and appreciating them.

"It seems that the descendants of the Chen family are not so bad, this Chen Xiaoqi is afraid that he has first-class strength, and in terms of his age, it is really not easy."

"Yesterday's scene between the two, could it be that they were not making a show?"

"Even if it is first-class strength, it can't make any waves in the martial arts, how can it be compared with the former Chen family?"

"Maybe it's to keep a little mystery, so that we think the Chen family still has hole cards, right?"

"It's a pity, that kid seems to be breathless, and a yellow sentence penetrates this."

The audience was full of discussions, where could a few of them escape Chen Yifan's ears.

Chen Yifan frowned, he was very angry, and the consequences were serious!

But before he could do anything, an angry voice sounded in the third row opposite: "That's the Xiaoyun Sword of my temple!" ”

The sound of angry shouting, like thunder, disturbed Chen Xiaoqi's mood at once, and the moves were messy for a while, and Yang Guangdao was close to his body and slapped out with one palm.

Chen Xiaoqi took a few steps back, but he couldn't dissolve Yang Guangdao's strength, so much so that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"What? Do you have an opinion again? Seeing this, Chen Yifan frowned, spoke coldly, and swept in the direction of the Wuyun Temple seat.

Seeing this familiar look, the new abbot of Wuyun Temple was shocked.

He...... He remembers this man!

The little devil of Qingcheng Mountain!

It's just that after about two months, Chen Yifan's appearance has changed a lot from his original appearance, so he didn't recognize him for a while.

The new abbot of Wuyun Temple didn't dare to make a sound, and he wanted to cry without tears in his heart: Why is he? He is a member of the Chen family!

The old bald head of the Dark Cloud Temple disturbed Chen Xiaoqi's mood before, so that he fell into a disadvantage, and Chen Yifan naturally would not let Yang Guangdao get cheap in vain.

How else is it fair?

Yang Guangdao slapped Chen Xiaoqi back and vomited blood, but he didn't let him go, grabbed Chen Xiaoqi again, led him to fall forward, and wanted to attack again and again.

But at the moment when Chen Yifan's words sounded, Yang Guangdao's movements stagnated, and he also spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Yifan didn't care too much about the old bald donkey of the Dark Cloud Temple, after all, they knew that they were using the Xiaoyun Sword at the beginning, but they didn't have the ability to take it back.

At this time, the old bald donkey of Wuyun Temple was speechless, so he turned his gaze back and fell on Yang Guangdao.

Seeing him vomit blood, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

It's good, it's fair!

The rest of the crowd frowned when they saw this scene, they couldn't understand it.

Is this kid a king or a bronze?

Shangguan Jinghong in the VIP seat couldn't help but squint his eyes and stared at Chen Yifan tightly.

Chen Yifan sensed it and looked up at him.

Why, what do you have to say about this pair of eyeballs?

It's a pity, Shangguan Jinghong, an unlucky child, how did he know that Chen Yifan had already stared at his eyes, and thought that Chen Yifan was looking at Ji Wanning next to him, and this sense of crisis suddenly arose!

On the field, the competition continued.

Chen Xiaoqi took advantage of Yang Guangdao to vomit blood, swung him away with one palm, and attacked him with a sword.

"Poof!" Blood is sprinkling, like blood plums, dripping to the ground, and it's weird and beautiful.

This sword, a sword pierces the chest.

Chen Xiaoqi was a little stupid, he thought that with Yang Guangdao's strength, this blow could be dodged, and at most he would be a little injured.

But he never thought that the mana in Chen Yifan's words hurt Yang Guangdao much more seriously than him.

Yang Guangdao didn't have time to dodge at all.

When Chen Yifan saw it, he couldn't help frowning slightly, looked at the book of birth and death, and whispered to himself: "Time is also, life is also!" ”

It turned out that this Yang Guangdao had reached the end of his life, and he should have died at this martial arts conference.

However, judging from the cause of his death, it is estimated that he is not the only one who died in this martial arts conference, and it should be a heavy death and injury!

Chen Xiaoqi is the first time to kill people, although he practiced martial arts, but he went to school since he was a child, and after dropping out of school, he worked on the construction site, and he has always been in a mixed place with ordinary people, killing people is definitely a big deal for him.

So much so that he couldn't even hold the sword at this time, didn't pull it out, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground.

raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and said tremblingly, "I...... I didn't mean to. ”

can compete with martial arts, how can there be anything intentional or not intentional.

Everyone around them also stood up in shock in unison.

Sit down after a few moments.

The owner of Dugu Village was shocked, and hurriedly called his disciples to carry Yang Guangdao down for treatment.

Regardless of whether he can be saved or not, he, the host, should always make some gestures.

Of course, the Xiaoyun Sword was still inserted in Yang Guangdao's chest, allowing people to carry it away.

Pull it out immediately, I'm afraid that in a few minutes, Yang Guangdao will die.

"I didn't mean to!" Chen Xiaoqi was no longer imposing, crying like a child, looking up at Chen Yifandao, his eyes were full of hesitation.

Chen Yifan stood up, walked over, bent down and raised his hand to pat his head: "I know, but don't worry too much about this matter." ”

"You'll ...... later There will be a lot to experience. ”

There is no family that grows up smoothly without blood on its hands.

If so, someone must have done it for you.

"Yes...... But I killed someone! Chen Xiaoqi trembled.

Chen Yifan pulled him up: "Isn't this still dead!" ”

"Sit down for me! Don't disgrace our family! ”

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoqi, who was still a little choked, sat back in his seat, no longer making a sound, trying his best to control his emotions.

In the eyes of other martial arts people, such a thing is indeed not too big a deal.

The sword has no eyes, and such a thing is unavoidable.

But this martial arts conference, one person was seriously injured at the beginning, which still added a heavy atmosphere to the conference.

"The Chen family has not been in the martial arts for a long time, it seems that these rules have been forgotten! Compete with each other, and stop at the point! ”

"Let me meet you two hairy boys!"

"If you lose, go home and breastfeed, or don't ruin the reputation of the Chen family here!"

Soon, a bearded man jumped out of the front row, carrying a black iron knife, and shouted to Chen Yifan and the two.

"The sword has no eyes, this matter is just an accident, who made him ...... So weak? ”

"It's funny, it's funny! Previously, my little grandson was obviously affected by the old bald donkey of the Wuyun Temple outside the field, but he didn't care about it, he grabbed the flaw and attacked it immediately, without any competitive spirit! ”

"At this time, I only know that my little grandson has unintentionally wronged?"

Chen Yifan's eyes narrowed, and he laughed calmly.

He sat in the palace of the king of Hades, he was not afraid, just a group of martial arts people, not to mention how to suppress him with the power of his teeth and claws?

At this time, he was unhurried and laughing.