The competition was carried out in an orderly manner in the Chunyuan Palace, and unconsciously, two days had passed since the battle, and more and more cultivators had entered the top thirty-two in these two days, and there were many people whose cultivation made Mu Yaqing unable to guess.

In other words, there are many people whose cultivation is above Mu Yaqing.

The third day has arrived, on the huge competition field, the game is already halfway through, and the top 32 will be produced soon, among which Xin Yan, Zhong Yu and Dang Yi can ensure that they will enter the top 32, according to their speculation, Mu Yaqing's game is also today.

Sure enough, after the referee's order, Mu Yaqing's game came.

"The next race, number thirty-five, number thirty-six. ”

Mu Yaqing looked at Dang Yi lightly, the bloodthirstiness shown by Dang Yi yesterday was the most terrifying Dang Yi since she met Dang Yi, and she had to work hard for Dang Yi.

Stepping lightly on the playing field, looking at the cultivator on the opposite side, he secretly speculated in his heart that the man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist is probably not a melee attack or a defense department.

"The game is on. With the referee's order, the game officially began.

At the first moment of the game, Mu Yaqing and the man with the tiger's back exchanged names.

Sure enough, Yang Zhao, a close attack cultivator.

Mu Yaqing's cold breath permeated the game at the moment the game started.

Yang Zhao looked at Mu Yaqing at first glance and felt a little refreshed in his heart, thinking that meeting a weak woman could ensure his qualification, but after Mu Yaqing released the cold breath in his body, Yang Zhao regretted it, because he looked at Mu Yaqing as if he was in an ice cellar.

Mu Yaqing looked at Yang Zhao without changing her face, just a forty-second level Dan Master.

On the cold competition field, Yang Zhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and silently cheered himself up in his heart, maybe he was a paper tiger, strong on the outside and dry in the middle.

But maybe it's better to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

"Drink, Mingyuan Battle Lion. As soon as the game began, Yang Zhao summoned his own Dan Soul, Mingyuan Battle Lion.

The furious vitality was raging and flying on the playing field, wisps of pale yellow vitality slowly gathered behind Yang Zhao, and the phantom slowly condensed and gathered, and behind Yang Zhao, a lion like golden sand stood on the playing field.

When a close attack cultivator encounters a quick attack cultivator like Mu Yaqing, he can only be considered unlucky, this is like you who have gathered all your strength and already hit the cotton, and this is not ordinary cotton, but cotton with needles hidden.

"Phew. The body naturally wandered around the playing field, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye, only a Mingyuan war lion stood on the playing field, looking for its prey with a fierce gaze.

"Woohoo. There was a sound of Yuan Qi cutting through the air in mid-air, not loud, but it was enough for the cultivator to perceive.

Yang Zhao turned around abruptly and slammed his fist up, colliding with the two purple vitality qi and making a banging sound.

"Damn. "Of course, this can't be Mu Yaqing, it can only be said to be a smoke bomb.

The real battle had just begun, the coldness in the air gradually became stronger, and slowly, time passed in this tense atmosphere, and the uneasiness in Yang Zhao's body became more and more intense.

"Smack. Two successive explosions in the air brought the atmosphere of the whole battle into the most tense moment.

Yang Zhao didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest, but even if he wasn't distracted, he wouldn't win the battle against Mu Yaqing.

"Crystal Cloud Purple Thunder Tribulation. I don't know when Mu Yaqing came behind Yang Zhao, the vitality in her hand was like a trace of purple thunder and lightning on her wrist, flying on her arm, purple suppression.

"Bang. As soon as Yang Zhao turned around, he saw a crackling arc coming straight towards him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands subconsciously protected his face.

Purple thunder and lightning poured down, and purple thunder and lightning shrouded Yang Zhao's body, and golden vitality shrouded in purple vitality.

"Bang. With a loud explosion that resounded through the sky, the purple vitality exploded.

Subsequently, there was also Yang Zhao's body flying out upside down.

"Crystal Cloud Nine Tone Ring. Taking advantage of the fact that Yang Zhao was still under the influence of the Crystal Cloud Purple Thunder Tribulation, Mu Yaqing directly burst out of the Crystal Cloud Nine Tone Ring.

The nine purple rings of vitality directly pounced on Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao was like a prey that had been locked, and the nine rings spread violently from top to bottom on the playing field.

"Drink, Narukawa. It was impossible for Yang Zhao to be beaten so passively all the time, the golden vitality in his hand was gathered in his fist, and the vitality in his fist was more and more, and it became more and more dense.

The golden vitality conjured up a huge lion head on Yang Zhao's fist, and the eyes of the lion head flashed with a terrifying light.

A punch was blasted out, and the vitality in his hand blasted towards Yang Zhao with a huge lion's head vitality.

"Bang, bang, bang. The huge sound spread across the arena, the nine rings and the Mingfeng Fist exploded on the arena, and although the successive fluctuations in vitality were strong, they basically had no impact on Yang Zhao, let alone Mu Yaqing.

Mu Yaqing's eyes were slightly cold, and the purple vitality in her body rolled up again, and the slightest trace of vitality gathered on her wrist.

"Ah, Crystal Cloud Wind Blade. As soon as he said it, the Crystal Cloud Yun Wind Blade turned into six Yuan Qi blades and burst out, exploding on Yang Zhao's body.

This time, Yang Zhao didn't have time to react at all, and was hit by Mu Yaqing's Crystal Cloud Yun Wind Blade, which exploded on the armor of Yang Zhao's body.

The smoke of gunpowder from the explosion was still filling, and Mu Yaqing stood quietly on the competition field not far away, looking coldly at the place where the gunpowder smoke was rising.

"Mingfeng Misha Palm. The yellow vitality suddenly flashed, and a figure rushed towards Mu Yaqing at lightning speed, so fast that even Mu Yaqing on the side was slightly stunned.

Mu Yaqing's eyes were cold, and when she was about to leave, a strong attraction was pulled, and her body was as heavy as lead.

I couldn't leave half a minute, and when I looked up, I saw a faint red light flickering on Yang Zhao's chest.

It was that red light that made her body unable to move for half a minute, it was Yang Zhao's natal pill weapon, the fixing cup, which could trap a person's figure for five seconds and make it unable to move.

Mu Yaqing looked at the bigger and bigger palms and the illusionary lion head, and a wave of anger filled her heart, and her vitality went upstream, and the brilliance in her hands became brighter and brighter.

"Crystal Cloud Purple Thunder Tribulation. "However, this time the Crystal Cloud Purple Thunder Tribulation is more than a little stronger than before, and even a purple Ming Feng figure can be faintly seen behind Mu Yaqing.

The dazzling purple vitality burst out on Mu Yaqing's body, and this vitality made Yang Zhao's eyes stunned, no matter how stupid he was, he could see that this person's strength was far above his own.

"Drink. The crackling arc flickered on the playing field, covering most of the playing field, her eyes were cold, looking at Yang Zhao who was getting closer and closer, Mu Yaqing silently raised her right hand...