Fu Xi still has a glimmer of hope in his heart, that tall figure, that figure that still has deep feelings for Wufengmen......

It seems that he knows that Fu Xi is looking at him, and he seems to know what Fu Xi is thinking. Deng Shangwei turned his head to look at Fu Xi, with a kind of pride and disdain in his eyes......

His mouth was slightly open, and no sound came out of his mouth. But Fu Xi knew that he didn't even need to look at Deng Shangwei's mouth, he knew that the syllables that the other party wanted to make in his mouth must be "idiot".

yes, I'm an idiot myself. I think I have everything under control, but ...... It was only when things got to this point that he realized how bad he was. He didn't want to admit it very much, but the truth was not that he couldn't be erased if he didn't want to admit it, he was just a remnant soul of Fuxi, a tiny remnant soul. Neither his mind nor his strength could be compared to Deng Shangwei, even if he was so mysterious in the eyes of ordinary cultivators......

Wrong! It turns out that he has always been wrong! Fu Xi finally understood what Deng Shangwei wanted to do, what an asura! No, it was not an asura, he was a mess of his mistakes......

Ignoring Fu Xi, who was still struggling with the bloodthirsty ** in his heart, Deng Shangwei once again shifted his attention to the six-seat ring. Among the cultivators at this time, there are not many cultivators in the foundation building period, and a handful of blood seems to be paying tribute to their deceased.

"It's really exciting! It seems that the cultivators of the Yuan Shen Stage will bring an even more wonderful feast! It's just that this speed seems to be a bit slow, hehehe! It's a pity, if there are not many cultivators in the Merge Period, as long as there are ten, then the adults will definitely be even happier!" Deng Shangwei muttered in his heart, as if a dog tail flower was in bloom and firmly pasted on his face.

Xi Xiaoluan also appeared, he was enclosed in the forbidden place during this time, and now he has an indescribable strong aura when he shows his figure. It seems that there is too much anger in his heart to vent, and he is unstoppable when he walks into the ring. The brutal, simple sword slashed off the head of his opponent. Blood shot out like rockets in the sky from the broken neck of the cultivator in front of him. He didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and he was instantly watered with his whole body by the warm blood. The yellow sect clothes on his body were completely covered with bright red, and at this time, he was like a demon god, with only enemies in his eyes, only killing.

Liang Hong and Meng Guang were inseparable from Meng, and Meng Guang's partners also showed their strength as top disciples of the Upper Five Sects, and one by one the cultivators fell in front of them. Even though their bodies were already scarred, and even some of the injuries were already visible to the bone, the loss of blood had made their faces no longer have a trace of blood. Liang Hong's arm had been broken, and the white and miserable bones had broken through the muscles of his body, leaving him naked outside his body, and it still did not affect their killing of other cultivators.

There is not one in ten, and these cultivators present are like crazy demons, and there is nothing else except killing each other. And this kind of killing is still escalating, and in a short period of time, a large number of cultivators in the Yuan Shen Stage have already fallen. Even those cultivators in the infancy stage began to move, and even the big guys sitting on the platform were holding the handles of their chairs. The muscles on the arms are exposed, and the knotted muscles are almost as hard as metal to turn into metal. I don't know if they are taking pity on the cultivators who died in their own sect, or if they are defending against the ** in the body who don't know what to provoke.

No matter what the result of today is, the cultivators in this heaven and earth will be slumped, and the vitality of the cultivation world will be greatly damaged. The battle has gotten out of control, not only in the ring, but wherever there are cultivators standing, one battle after another has erupted into life-and-death battles!

But this is not what Deng Shangwei wants to care about, among these cultivators, except for him, he may only be able to say Fu Xi, the head of the Daoyan Sect under the pseudonym Fu Yuanzi is barely sober. Different from the compassion on Fu Xi's face and the fierceness of trying to resist the invading aura in his body, Deng Shangwei is more and more happy!

It's just that his smile didn't last long, and the bell that had been ringing before the sect big competition began to ring again and again above the Wufeng Gate. The melodious sound of the bell echoed between the mountains and forests, and the bell seemed to contain a trace of beating notes that made people clear and clear.

When the bell rang, Deng Shangwei's face immediately changed, because he also felt the kind of clear breath in the bell for the first time! And under this bell, the struggle on Fu Xi's face also began to disappear little by little, replaced by calm and anger. When he opened his eyes again, there was fierceness and shame in the depths of his eyes. Perhaps at this time in his heart, everything now is caused by his error in judgment. For Deng Shangwei, who carried out this conspiracy, his only thought was to kill him!

"Polisis! Stop the bell ......from ringing," Deng Shangwei shouted loudly, hiding his form between the cultivators, and the two of them who had provoked disputes again and again in the initial battle appeared. The bodies of the two did not stay in place, and the moment they came out of the crowd, they stretched their bodies and shot towards the back of the main hall of the Bladeless Gate. The bronze bell of the Bladeless Gate was placed on the cliff behind the main hall, and there was no doubt that whoever rang the bell would kill it.

Because they also felt deeply, it seemed that under this bell, those cultivators who had forgotten everything and were fighting together actually had some struggles under the bell. It's not obvious, but the pace of the battle has slowed down. They didn't dare to slack off, because maybe in a moment, those cultivators who had fallen into madness might be able to regain their senses under the influence of the bell, let alone those big guys sitting on the platform. If that's the case, it will be an inevitable disaster for them, and even if they can kill all these cultivators, they will have to pay a terrible price......

"Huh, ......", a strong wind with strong power rushed towards Deng Shangwei's face.

Deng Shangwei dodged for the first time, and his eyes narrowed into a slit. The whistling wind was followed by Na Fuxi's fist, and above his fist, a gossip compass flashed. Light, but also powerful......

Deng Shangwei didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly retreated again and again, and his palms also transformed into the ghost of the debut, and the oppressive power was consumed little by little!

This Fu Yuanzi's strength seemed to be a little beyond expectations, Deng Shangwei thought of it......

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(Tianjin)