With an angry shout, I saw an ice dragon roaring and flying towards Wu Xiaomin.

Seeing this ice dragon, Wu Xiaomin snorted coldly, and after taking half a step back, he clasped his hands together, condensed a dazzling purple light, and slapped it towards the sky.

Everyone only saw two purple rays of light rising into the sky, but it didn't take long for the purple light to suddenly refract as if it had touched some mirror, and the refracted purple light directly blasted the ice dragon into slag.

Seeing this scene, the audience present was handsome, but some of the older generation of warriors, especially those from the Central Plains, couldn't help but sigh.

The purple light just now was not an ordinary purple light, this was Wu Xiaotian's second set of self-created martial arts "Heaven Shaking Palm" back then.

The Heaven Shaking Palm, like the Sky Shaking Divine Fist, borrows the power of the Heavenly Dao to bless itself, thus doubling the attack power.

It seems that this Wu Xiaomin has completely inherited her father's mantle and has not disgraced the Wu family.

When the ice dragon disappeared, Wu Xiaomin snorted coldly, his hands instantly opened, and his palms turned into fists, and at that moment, purple light filled the entire ring from one time.

Seeing this scene, the wind and snow frost who retreated to the edge of the ring was completely desperate, the first time he had to resist the Howling Sky God Fist, it can be said that it was all up to luck, if this is the second time, let alone losing the game, whether this little life can be kept is a question.

Feng Xuehuang even wanted to give up the game at this moment, but he was so close to the championship, and he couldn't hold his face when he lost to a little girl.

Caught in a dilemma, he looked down in the ring. In the crowd of tens of thousands, an old man dressed in black and with a gray beard was seen at a glance, and it happened that the old man was also looking at him at this time.

The two looked at each other from afar, and the old man nodded at him with a relieved smile.

"Jinglong, what should I do?"

Feng Xueshuang looked at the spear in his hand and asked this. The spear in his hand couldn't speak, but at this time it seemed very excited, and it had a feeling of jumping into battle.

"Okay, then fight again. ”

got Jinglong's response, and the wind and snow frost ignited the fighting spirit again.

And at this moment, Wu Xiaomin, who was accumulating strength not far away, suddenly stumbled, and the whole person was shaky, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

"Here's your chance. ”

Seeing this, Feng Xueshuang was overjoyed, and held a spear to cut a crack on the ground in front of him, and the crack instantly burst out with a thousand feet of white light.

At this time, the wind, snow and frost, the whole person's fighting spirit was high, and he and the Jinglong in his hand were extremely excited, grabbed the Jinglong, and rushed towards Wu Xiaomin.

After running five steps quickly, the whole person jumped high, and the Jinglong attracted the ice crystals of the whole audience, converging into a dazzling ice dragon, and then a horse gun swept over.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

At that moment, everyone present heard a dragon groan, this sound is different from other people's martial arts, whether others release martial arts, or weapons out of the sheath, at most it is like the sound of a divine dragon roaring, and this time, it is a dragon groan at all, there is no noise, pure dragon groan.

Seeing this spear falling from the sky, Wu Xiaomin's face was anxious, and he hurriedly clenched his fists to condense his true qi again, but as soon as the purple light appeared in his fists, it dissipated instantly.

Chen Yang, who was the referee in the ring, felt that the situation was not good, Wu Xiaomin's true qi in his body had been exhausted, and he couldn't gather any martial arts to resist this punch.

At this moment, Chen Yang's figure appeared in front of Wu Xiaomin like a ghost, his face was like frost, staring at the guns falling from the sky.

At the moment when Chen Yang left, Feng Xueshuang knew that he had won, but he did not reap the credit because of this, but strengthened his strength several times. Because he also wanted to try what the youngest sword sect head in history was capable of.

The spear fell from the sky with a dazzling white light, but it was just three minutes away from Chen Yang's eyes, and he couldn't advance for half a minute.

The spear of the wind and snow frost seemed to be blocked by something, and it couldn't hurt Chen Yang in the slightest no matter what.

Seeing this, Feng Xueshuang sneered, and increased his strength again, wanting to compete with Chen Yang.

Chen Yang's face was like frost, his eyes were like snow, he didn't see any movement from him, only that the clothes on Feng Xueshuang's body were cut through one after another by invisible things, but they didn't hurt his skin.

The surrounding audience was dumbfounded when they saw this scene in the ring, and they didn't know how long it took, and they didn't know who shouted such a sentence in the crowd, which instantly silenced the entire audience.

"It's sword intent, it's heaven-level sword intent, it's heavenly sword, it's heavenly sword. ”

From a distance, Chen Yang's whole person is like a divine sword standing between heaven and earth, although he has not moved, his intention has already been controlled by the wind, snow and frost. At this moment, whether it is a martial artist or not, he dares to be 100% sure that if this is a life-and-death fight, then at the moment when Chen Yang moves, Feng Xueshuang has already died countless times.

"Bang"

The wind, snow and frost that dissipated all the momentum fell to the ground, and the thought just now really scared him, but fortunately, this terrible person was not his enemy, and it seemed that it was not luck that he could be the head of the Sword Sect at such a young age.

"What is this? Why are you coming out? We're not done yet, get out of the way. ”

At this time, Wu Xiaomin, who was behind Chen Yang, questioned him. Wu Xiaomin did not resist the blow just now, so he still has the confidence to continue the competition.

"Don't compare, he's already won, you can't block that shot just now. ”

"Why? I can still fight, I can still ........"

Halfway through the words, Wu Xiaomin lay on the ground with a weak body. At this moment, the winner has been decided, and streamers are sprinkled throughout the ring to celebrate that Fengxue Frost won the championship of the herringbone group this time.

Under the ring, many young people suddenly ran into the ring, and several of them teamed up to resist the wind, snow and frost on their shoulders, shouting loudly. They were celebrating, reveling, silent in the joy of victory.

The loser, on the other hand, was carried down on a stretcher by the staff.

No matter who the fan is, they won't pay attention to how the loser is now, and the only ones who care about her may be the friends they knew before.

Chen Yang held Wu Xiaomin's pulse with one hand, released some true qi, and used his true qi to probe her current situation, and after sensing that Wu Xiaomin was just running out of true qi and there was nothing serious, he ordered: "Take her to the base, let Doctor Ying take care of it." ”

"Yes!"

The entire ring was covered with streamers, and his friends carried him on their shoulders and shouted loudly to celebrate his victory.