The "World Meeting" finally started in a rare high-profile event this year, but it set off a wave at the beginning - the imperial court actually sent people to participate in this competition.

At the beginning, some people ridiculed what the imperial court could recruit, and the chivalrous and the official have always been distinct, and it can even be said that both sides look down on each other, so most people are dead to believe that the imperial court recruits just some rats who cheat to eat and drink, and they will lose shamelessly, and in the end, only those powerful sects dominate this year's conference.

But when Li Jizong's man appeared on the high platform, everyone gasped - what kind of handiwork this is: "Six Poisons" Yang Zhao, "Sword Thousand Hands" Cui Renzhu, "Jin Tu" Ying Gong Xuan, "Chess Ghost" Han Xuanjiang, "Tiger Eating Axe" Yan Daoping.

The concept of everyone present has been deflected in an instant, and this year's "World Meeting". Everyone's hearts were tossing and turning, a few people's expressions were still calm, some of them had solemn faces, some of them had already seen that they had the intention of retreating and stayed and only planned to stop and watch, and some people had already left the scene with their own people - those led by Li Jizong could slaughter any one of them.

"Everyone present should see that this conference is different from previous years, these are appointed by the imperial court, and the marquis of Benwu recognized the righteous men of the rivers and lakes, in order to screen real capable people to participate in the championship, as long as you can win any of them, you are eligible to win the opportunity to compete with other major factions present in the future. But if there is no one to beat today, Ben Wuhou was specially ordered by the emperor to award these heroes the title of 'No. 1 in the world', and specially ordered them to establish the first sect in the world!"

Under the military tent on the stage, Liu Jizong's bell-like order fell, and the second half of the audience was in an uproar, and occasionally a few words such as "unfairness" echoed on the field.

And the people in front of him began to bow their heads and think, and were silent.

The court is a naked provocation, they plan to use the hands of the Jianghu people to cut the strength of each door, saying that it is impossible not to be annoyed in their hearts, as long as they are a little angry and bloody, they want to drop the cup and leave, who cares about him and what kind of labor is "the first in the world". But the overall situation is important, and it is difficult to ensure that the sect can finally win and win the support of the imperial court, but at this time, rash action will definitely become the target of the public, and if you can't guarantee it, you will be greatly injured, and there is no way to participate in the final championship.

There was a dead silence in front of the stage, Liu Jizong and those people stood proudly on the stage, like an insurmountable Mount Tai looking down on the heroes, and those people either closed their eyes or squinted at everyone, and one or two even began to lose their eyes and didn't know what to think.

"Hehe, I haven't come out for several years, and this group of people is still a bad breed. The clear sky exploded, and a loud laugh and ridicule echoed throughout the area, "Since no one is coming, let's go first, I want to see how many more good players come out of the world." Fold the wind, go, win a thirty-year-old daughter red who will give you an altar. ”

In the first half of the sentence, someone just listened to it and became angry and scolded. But as soon as the second half of the sentence came out, the scene fell silent again.

'Blind Sword' - Nalan Folding Wind! He really appeared!

Two men slowly walked out of the crowd: one was wearing a white robe and was walking to the stage, he admired the jasper around his waist, and before the crowd appeared, it was the taste of quiet birth, like the snow in early winter, and the artistic conception of snow falling on Dumei, if it didn't appear here, everyone would only think that he was the son of a noble family;

It's just that no one dares to speak out to scold, because people who can be so casual with the appearance of Nalan can know a thing or two when they think about it - "residual ink" Bai Luofeng!

"Hehe, Liu Wuhou, I don't know who you want to send to help?" Bai Luofeng coaxed below.

Liu Jizong, who had been sedentary for a long time under the tent, was stunned when he saw Bai Luofeng and their appearance, and the soldiers next to him called him several times before he reacted, and sighed to the five people who came to him: "Hey, a few of them are up to themselves." ”

"Wuhou, the old man is willing to start first. Among the five people, an old man who seemed to be a hundred years old bowed his head to Li Jizong.

At a glance, he recognized that this was the "Six Poisons" Yang Zhao, if there was anyone in the rivers and lakes who could be called a poisonous saint, Yang Zhao would be counted as one. But it may be that he is also good at using poison, Yang Zhao's methods are extremely ruthless, the pain of breaking his intestines and devouring his body is light for him to torture people, and it is even easier to kill people without a shadow, and it is even said that he has refined himself into a hundred poisonous bodies, and it is precisely because of this that he has countless enemies but no one dares to provoke him.

Nalan Zhifeng stood on the stage, and the "Six Poisons" Yang Zhaoyin stood opposite him with compassion, as if he was about to fall down with a blow. The wind bending hand has been holding the hilt of the falling snow sword tightly, and the blind eyes are as unsettling as the ancient well at this time, and the scabbard of the falling snow reflects the sun like the ice surface at this moment, and the stars are a little dazzling.

"Hehe, the old man can still fight with the 'Blind Sword' when he is young, but it's a pity that I won't show mercy to the blind man's subordinates. ”

"I'm not going to spare my hands on the elderly. ”

"Good boy!" Yang Zhao roared, and the five claws followed closely behind, heading straight towards the wind.

The blind sword's slightly lowered head was raised, but Rumo's eyes were glowing with spiritual light, and the falling snow swept out of the sheath in an instant, and Yang Zhao's five claws hit the falling snow hard, and the falling snow bent for a moment in a trance, and then rebounded back in the next scene. The index finger of the "Six Poisons" almost touched the throat of the wind, and the whistling wind rushed to the nose of the blind sword with a foul smell.

The blind sword didn't need to react, he used the falling snow to block his attack, and borrowed the strength of Yang Zhao's palm to shoot backwards.

"Boy, good response. Yang Zhao didn't know whether to ridicule or praise, and before the sound fell, he galloped up again.

"Thank you. Nalan's reaction was also unexpected, he was able to remove the remaining strength from the sword, stepped on his heel, and the tip of the sword stabbed into Yang Zhao's palm.

The palm of the six poisons was not afraid of the comer, and the momentum of the palm rose again and again, seemingly exactly the same as the tarantula that pounced on it. And his other palm was like a python that had been accumulating for a long time, and suddenly attacked between the lightning and flint, grabbing the attacking falling snow to the side.

The hearts of the audience instantly mentioned that Nalan was blind, how could this sneak attack be stopped?

Yang Zhao's hand was about to hit Nalan's façade, but in a moment, the lower half of Luoxue's sword body was pointed at Yang Zhao's forearm in a roundabout way, and the viewer was shocked, Luoxue actually had the characteristics of a belt sword, which could be so soft that it could be changed according to the user's wishes.

Yang Zhao intuitively felt that danger was approaching, and the hand that grabbed the sword immediately let go, and his right hand changed course in mid-air, slapping towards the lower half of the falling snow.

Luoxue's already curved sword body was almost folded by Yang Zhao's palm, Nalan grabbed the sword's hand and exerted another force, and the sword bounced Yang Zhao back in order to restore its original state.

Yang Zhao took four steps back, finally slowing down the strength of the sword, and when he looked at the blind sword again, the cloudy eyes that had been worried began to shine.

"The old man has long heard of the name of the sword 'Falling Snow', and what I saw today is really extraordinary!" Yang Zhao squinted his eyes and watched the blind sword flick his wrist, and the sword body that was trembling and humming in the falling snow returned to calm again. The name "Falling Snow Sword" is not its real name, Nalan did not give this sword a proper name when he became famous, but it is rumored that someone in the past was lucky to see Nalan pull out this sword and lend it to his friends in the fine snow season, and when the friend grabbed the hilt of the sword and measured, it happened that a snowflake fell on this sword, which shocked the friend when the originally extremely straight sword waist was pressed by the falling snow to a little curved, and since then "Falling Snow" has been amazing all over the world.

"It's a pity that no matter how magical 'Falling Snow' is, to put it bluntly, it's just a top-grade belt sword. Yang Zhao smiled proudly, "It's just a belt sword, what is the old man afraid of!"

Before the blink of an eye passed, Yang Zhao rushed straight up, two palms came one after another, the palm wind spread outward with an extremely foul smell, and many people in the audience instantly changed color to cover their mouths and noses, and retreated five or six feet away from the field desperately.

Nalan was not afraid at all, and stabbed Yang Zhao directly again.

Yang Zhao smiled secretly: All belt swords are soft for nature, but it is also soft, it gives up the ability to stab, split, and slash, and Nalan Folding Wind is nothing more than a repetition of the old trick.

So, he slightly moved the palm of one hand in an instant, intending to hit the next foot of the tip of the falling snow sword, because if the characteristics of the snow it will definitely bend again, and as long as he masters the arc of the bending, so that the rebound of the sword is no longer as big as just now, he can use this moment to use his other hand to kill Nalan!

But it was also in this trance that he looked directly into the eyes of Nalan Folded Wind, even if he knew that he was blind, he was still panicked by the unwavering ink pupils in his heart.

"That's not right!" Yang Zhao just realized that something was wrong, and then there was a stinging pain in his palm.

The falling snow pierced Yang Zhao's entire palm!

"Old man, who told you that falling snow is a belt sword?"

There was a mockery in Nalan Zhifeng's tone, and the falling snow in his hand bent again, stabbing towards Yang Zhao's left eye.

Yang Zhao's pupils did not come out, and immediately reacted, enduring the severe pain and pushed the injured hand away in reverse, but he did not expect the falling snow to continue to bend, Yang Zhao screamed in his heart, and immediately tilted his head to the side, and the falling snow's blade then cut a bloody scar on the side of his face.

Nalan decisively pulled out the falling snow, but Yang Zhao was furious, the penetrated right hand clamped the sword body, and the left palm charged up and hit Nalan's right shoulder, Nalan was not afraid at all, and his right palm showed out from the sleeve and faced Yang Zhao head-on.

But the moment the two of them hit each other with their palms, they suddenly felt something wrong with each other, and as soon as they used their dark power to retreat, the falling snow was immediately pulled away from Yang Zhao's hands, splashing a blood mist in the air.

The people in the audience are all cool men, and the duel between the blind sword and the six poisons is not asking each other for advice at all, it is a real life and death meeting.

"Boy, you have the ability, for so many years, you are the first person who can hurt me. Yang Zhao tugged on his injured right hand, and half of his withered face was stained with blood, looking extremely hideous.

"Old man, you are not bad, after so many years, you are also the one who can stand here under my sword now. Nalan was still polite.

"Hahaha! Yellow-haired boy, I thought I really had a lot of ability, but it turned out that he was just a person who liked to talk wildly. Yang Zhao didn't laugh angrily, the poisonous color in the old eyes flashed, and his tone sank again and again, "I originally thought you were just a blind man, but in fact you are just a fool, do you know why the old man is called 'Six Poisons'?"

"Could it be that there is a big reason?"

"Hmph! The toad, snake, scorpion, and spider are the 'five poisons' in the world, and the title of 'six poisons' is the recognition of the old man's poison skills given by the rivers and lakes!" Yang Zhao became more and more proud, "I believe that you have already smelled a foul smell when you competed with the old man, and you also know that the stench is caused by the old man's palm, so you never have direct contact with the old man, and even the last palm is an emergency retreat." ”

Yang Zhao couldn't contain his excitement any longer, pointed at Nalan and said with a smile:

"But do you know that it was just the old man's deliberate doing, in fact, the old man has already planted poison for you!"

(ps: Wasted a day on New Year's Day, haha, come late to wish everyone a happy holiday)