"This is impossible!"

A roar came from the table, and the man who had already passed the previous one rushed down like lightning and crawled directly on the broken stone to examine it.

Zhou Zhengxue laughed and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm a little better than your swordsmanship. Please give up your seat. How about Zhou owes you a favor?"

"Fart!" The man was furious.

It's no wonder that people were driven off the stage in public, and no matter what words they said, they would be shameless.

The big man was not a fool, pointing to the broken stone surface and shouting: "You bastard, you are taking advantage of your mistakes. The smooth cut is less than two inches deep, and the rest is all the explosion inside the bluestone itself. This stone has been broken long ago, and you have just picked up the bargain for nothing."

As soon as these words were said, the crowd around him suddenly started to clamor and scolded the fat man for being shameless.

Only Zhou Zhengxue smiled and did not refute, but said with a complacent look: "Old Mr. Peng said that as long as you move, whoever has the best result will be the guest. If you say that the cutting method must be the same as you, the crushed, smashed, and pierced, does not count. There is also a move that is not a single knife, jumping up instead of standing still, rolling around... it doesn't count. At least half of the seat is not qualified!"

Zhou Zhengxue was so angry that most people on the seat looked dark.

If you have to be serious about your techniques, it is true, just as Zhou Zhengxue said, not everyone is qualified.

The big man saw sweat on his forehead and quickly denied, "I haven't said that."

"But that's what you mean." Zhou Zhengxue jumped and cursed.

"You, you are rude."

"You are the one who swears first."

"I kill you!"

The great man was already furious by Zhou Zhengxue's anger. In his rage, he took the lead in drawing his sword to attack Zhou Zhengxue.

No one can intercept this sword, and no one is willing to intercept this sword.

When everything falls into chaos, the easiest way to solve the problem is actually violence.

Violence cannot solve all problems, but most of them can still solve them.

What's in front of you is.

Therefore, everyone in this game looks at the final winner with the final result of this violence.

Whoever lives is right.

call!

The sharp sword wind rolled up countless stone chips on the ground, and the power of the sword was indeed shocking.

At this moment, Zhou Zhengxue on the opposite side seemed to be frightened by the blow-off knife. He stood there blankly, just watching the knife slashing from the beginning, and saw that it was about to be divided into two sections by one knife.

Although everyone thought that Zhou Zhengxue was despicable and annoying, they suddenly felt that it would be a bit worthwhile if he died like this.

Of course, Zhou Zhengxue would not sit still and wait for death.

What he was waiting for was his opponent's attack in anger. The opponent did not leave any room for anything, so naturally he did not leave any room for anything.

With a wave of his hand, the sword light had already risen.

Silently, the sword light suddenly rose.

The sword, as thin as a cicada's wings and the precious sword wrapped around the wrist, called "Finger Soft", were already in the final stage of life and death when it took action.

This knife is terrible.

No one knew that he could use such a knife, nor did he know how terrible his second knife would change.

There is no second knife at all.

The sword light flashed, and Zhou Zhengxue only slashed!

The sword light flashed and disappeared.

The big man did not fall down.

He looked at his body in surprise and could not move for a moment. The steel knife in his hand was less than three inches away from the fat man's forehead.

But this distance is already a short distance. No matter how he controls his arms, his arms are not obedient.

No second knife.

The winner is still not decided, why is there no second strike?

The whole audience was silent.

Zhou Zhengxue shook his head helplessly, stroked the cicada wing blade in his hand, and said lightly: "I don't want to make a knife because I can't control my knife, but why are you forcing me? Why are you doing this?"

The man did not move or sound.

He wanted to curse, and then shout, but he still couldn't move and could not control his mouth.

And in front of everyone, Zhou Zhengxue actually cried.

Crying loudly.

"Why are you doing this? Why did you force me to shoot?"

Zhou Zhengxue's crying made everyone present unable to speak out.

No one expected this to end.

In the eyes of the big man, Zhou Zhengxue stepped forward a few steps and whispered: "Brother, it's easy to go all the way, I'm sorry for you in this life!"

The big man was yelling in fear, but he still couldn't control himself. He watched Zhou Zheng learn to come forward and gently closed his eyelids with his right hand.

The whole world is trapped in a cold darkness, without perception and touch.

In everyone's eyes, the big man's angry eyelids were closed, and then his body fell back. With a "blow", his body fell to the ground, and his head rolled out more than ten feet away. He rumbled to the Chairman and under Zhan Donglai's feet.

A burst of applause suddenly sounded in the lobby of the grave.

Everyone looked at it and said, "Shuai Tianfan" was heartbreaking.

"Good sword technique, easy to calculate. The [Pili Sword Technique] of Shaanxi-Gansu Pili Hall has been practiced to the point of silence by you, but you are a genius. You are very good, very good, Zhou Zhengxue."

Zhou Zhengxue smiled unnaturally and felt his throat tightening.

Why did this handsome Tianfan give him a very familiar feeling, and it made him so heartbroken?

In the entire "Knife Hall", there was only Ye Qingxuan's applause and smile.

No one cheered.

Everyone feels cold hands and feet, and everyone has cold sweat on their palms.

Now everyone figured it out that Zhou Zhengxue's knife not only cut off the big man's neck, but also cut it hard in everyone's heart, because this kid is so capable. He has the strength to cut off the stone, but he is always in charge of every step. In the end, it not only takes up the position of others, but also eliminates the troubles. The big man stretches his neck and dies, making him famous, and pretends to be forced.

People feel cold all over.

That Zhou Zhengxue was a villain, a villain that he could not offend.

Ye Qingxuan's applause finally stopped.

Zhan Donglai also stood up and said, "Good sword technique is good sword technique. No matter what means you use, sword technique is enough. Mr. Zhou, his position is yours."

With everyone's fearful eyes, Zhou Zhengxue lowered his head and looked compassionate, and slowly sat in the seat.

Many people remember this scene for a lifetime.

At this time, at the sign of Zhan Donglai, Peng Tianba clapped his hands and "Go to the table."

Drums and music are sounding together.

Several servants had quickly cleaned up the man's body and the open space in the messy hall.

Before the maids served the food, there was a stonemason who replaced the damaged ground with spare bluestone, and everything returned to perfection.

Just like nothing happened.

Those who entered the venue had seats, and even those who did not enter the venue also set up simple flowing seats outside.

The wine and food are full, and the singing and dancing are coming.
Chapter completed!