Liu Qing stared blankly at her hands. In her fair and slender hands, she was holding her soft whip a moment ago. At this moment, the soft whip was lying like a dead snake at the feet of the indifferent young man, mixed with other people's weapons.

Together.

Her eyes widened with disbelief and shock.

At that moment, she had a strange feeling, as if she could vaguely touch the body of this indifferent young man. The feeling was fleeting, and she almost thought it was an illusion.

When she saw that her weapon was no longer there, she came back to her senses, and her heart was filled with shock. With her strength, she could only capture an afterimage of this indifferent young man. This was completely unbelievable to her.

"I have practiced for ten more years, but I am still not as good as this boy?" Liu Qing had a complex look on his face. He looked at the indifferent young man with a frightened look, and a strange thought came to his mind: "Perhaps, if this young man appeared ten years ago,

The first place among the Nine Swordsmen is not Tang Lin's."

Thinking of this, she turned back and glanced at Tang Lin, only to see that Tang Lin looked calm and didn't seem too surprised.

"Is this enough?" the indifferent young man said in a low voice.

The nine people behind him all looked at Xuanyuan mockingly, as if they were laughing at his ignorance.

Xuanyuan glanced at the seven weapons at his feet, then raised his head and said something that made everyone dumbfounded: "You are qualified to be defeated by my sword."

Everyone including Shang Yang, Zhou Hua and others looked at Xuanyuan in astonishment.

Obviously, the strength of this indifferent young man is no longer inferior to Liu Qing, or even far exceeds it. And with such strength, he is only qualified to be defeated by him?

"What about us..." Shang Yang burst into tears in his heart, "Don't we have the qualifications to be defeated..."

Tang Lin knew that Xuanyuan was not arrogant when he said these words, but that his character was like this. Without such an absolutely noble and arrogant character, he would never have been able to understand the way of swordsmanship that could transcend fate!

His sword is a peerless sword!

The unique sword in the world!

If such a peerless sword is defeated by this sword, it will indeed be a great honor!

The indifferent young man stared at him and tightened his grip on the knife in his hand. His knife was filled with a gray aura of death, and around the blade, time and vitality were rapidly withering.

Tang Lin's eyes narrowed and he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this young man understood the way of death so deeply that even time was lost.

Time is naturally lifeless.

But this young man's method of death can make time die and disappear. This shows that his understanding of death is extraordinary.

Mo Wuzi smiled and said: "Okay, I would like to see how exciting it would be for the first place in this session to face the third place in the previous session ten years ago."

Hearing this, the indifferent young man and the other nine people were startled and looked at Xuanyuan in astonishment. Among them, the handsome young man with a broken wrist said in surprise: "He is only the third one? How is that possible!"

Mo Wuzi smiled and said: "Although the geniuses of the previous class are not as high as the average level of your class, there are three unique monsters among them, especially that kid..." As he said, he nuzzled at Tang Lin and said:

"Despite his smiling and gentle appearance, he is actually the most terrifying one."

Everyone was looking at Tang Lin.

Tang Lin touched his nose...Why are you looking at me?

This indifferent young man stared at Tang Lin, then looked at Ming beside him, and said in a low voice: "This one should be the second place, right?"

Ming glanced at him and said nothing.

Master Feng Yu smiled and said: "In this case, this battle platform will be lent to you two for now. I also want to see it."

Mo Wuzi smiled and said: "I will be the referee, you go on stage."

The figure of the indifferent young man flashed, floating above the majestic battle platform, looking lewdly at Xuanyuan falling on the opposite side, his eyes burning with soaring fighting spirit.

Xuanyuan was dressed in white as snow, holding a black sword scabbard, standing quietly, with a dusty and elegant figure, like a peerless swordsman of a generation.

Mo Wuzi grabbed it with his big hand, and a vitality guard condensed around the battle platform, covering the entire battle platform, and said: "Fight as long as you want, whoever wins, I will reward him with a medium-level holy weapon!"

Because the battle platform was high, Tang Lin and others had to float in mid-air to see the scene on the battle platform.

After Mo Wuzi's voice fell, everyone in the audience held their breath and looked nervously at the two people on the stage.

The indifferent young man clenched the jet-black sword in his hand and said in a low voice: "The name of the sword is Youquan, and it is a superior holy weapon. However, I cannot use the power of the sword and only rely on my own skills to fight."

Xuanyuan lowered his head and looked at the black scabbard in his hand. The scabbard was simple and ordinary, without any carvings. A strange light flashed in his eyes and he said: "The name of the sword is Xuanyuan, an ancient immortal weapon!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the previous sentence.

I didn't expect that the name of his sword was a person's name, but the last sentence made everyone look horrified, including Master Feng Yu and Mo Wuzi next to him. Their pupils shrank and they looked at the sword in his hand in shock.

Ancient fairy weapon?

Oh my god!!

How amazing is an immortal weapon? Even a strong person who has reached the immortal realm may not have an immortal weapon!

Tang Lin's face was full of astonishment. He did not expect that his simple and ordinary sword actually contained an ancient immortal weapon hidden in its scabbard!

For a moment, everyone in the audience stared at the sword in Xuanyuan's hand, their eyes glowing with fanaticism.

The face of the indifferent young man became even darker, even a little ugly. He originally held the ancient holy weapon and suppressed the power of the sword. He didn't want others to think that he relied on the power of the weapon to win, but he didn't expect that Xuanyuan had a weapon in his hand.

Fairy sword!

Not to mention that he doesn't want to rely on the power of weapons to win, even if he has this idea, he doesn't have the ability!

Xuanyuan said indifferently: "Don't worry, my sword will not be unsheathed."

These words were like a whip, hitting the indifferent young man's face hard. His face was extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth.

"Let's get started." Mo Wuzi waved his hand with a strange light in his eyes.

The indifferent young man clenched the dark knife, a cold light flashed in his cold pupils, and his body suddenly exploded.

quick!

His movements are as fast as light.

Most of the other people did not see his actions clearly, and even saw the afterimage he left behind.

But Tang Lin saw that he had already arrived in front of Xuanyuan. The dark knife in his hand was entangled with the path of death, and he struck at Xuanyuan's chest.

The sword technique was as fierce as thunder and powerful. When the sword struck, the air was cut into two pieces. The sharp blade instantly cut through Xuanyuan's chest and then cut him in half.

This knife is clean and neat, without any fancy moves, it just uses the most direct and sharp trajectory to strike.

Seeing Xuanyuan's body being cut in half, Tang Lin couldn't help but sigh, including Chisha and Mo Wuzi next to him.

After this indifferent young man cut Xuanyuan in half, he was not happy. Instead, his pupils shrank and he quickly swung the knife with his backhand.

Whoosh!

The cold and rough scabbard was already pressed against his throat.

Xuanyuan's figure appeared behind him at some point, his expression cold and calm, as if he had been standing there from the beginning.

Obviously, the reason why Tang Lin sighed was not because Xuanyuan was defeated, but because this indifferent young man was not strong enough and the battle would end quickly.

All this happened in a flash of lightning, as if in less than a second, and then the people next to him saw that Xuanyuan's scabbard was already pressed against the throat of this indifferent young man.

If it were Jianfeng, it would only take a few steps to end his life.

"You lost." Xuanyuan said indifferently.

The indifferent young man stared at him, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face, and said: "I'm afraid not necessarily..."

Whoosh!

His figure suddenly leaned back, and a blazing black flame burned all over his body. This flame was like the fire of death, burning up all the vitality in the air.

Not only the vitality, but also time disappeared.

What will happen if there is no time?

Even if it is still, there is still time.

If there is really no time, there will be nothing and nothingness.

Time is dead, what else can "live"?

In the eyes of this indifferent young man, the whites of his eyes disappeared, and they were completely pitch black, like two inlaid black crystals.

"You are qualified, let me use all my strength." The indifferent young man's voice was hoarse and low, like nails scratching on the glass, which was creepy.

Mo Wuzi and Feng Yu, who were standing next to them, were both shocked and said: "This is... a demon slave? How could it be, no, this is not..."

The people next to him had no idea what they were talking about, but Tang Lin knew that the so-called demon slaves were slaves of the devil.

If you trade your soul to the devil, you will become a slave to the devil.

But there was something strange about the aura of this indifferent young man.

"When I was ten years old, I traded my soul to the devil. I wanted all evil people to die and all ugliness to die!" A crackling laugh came from the throat of the indifferent young man: "The devil will naturally die too.

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Chisha said in shock: "He traded his soul to the devil and then swallowed the devil?"

No one answered his words.

Above the head of the indifferent young man, jet-black flames floated out, converging into the form of a demon with two horns on its head. Countless jet-black flames condensed, as if to form the hands and feet of this demon.

"The knife of death ends all things!"
To be continued...