"Ten of you are fighting each other. Then swap opponents and engage again until there is a sort of approval among the ten of you. If you don't accept it, you will continue to fight. Wu Jingsheng's voice did not contain a trace of emotion, and he obviously had a very bad sense for the people of the Six Cities.

A slight light appeared between Nangong Fan's eyes, and his whole body was full of domineering momentum, which was the result of just breaking through the realm and not being familiar with the power in his body.

"Can you get to the first?" Nangong Fan's eyes showed battle intent, and the heat brought by the breakthrough just now made him want to vent fiercely.

The remaining nine people, each of them can force him out of all means to fight hard, and it is not so easy to open his mouth and talk casually if he wants to win the first place.

But isn't what cultivators love most about this feeling of turning the impossible into possibility?

Nangong Fan began to read and write at the age of three under the throne of his master, and listened to legends and stories, these stories covered a wide range of topics, and it used to be like listening to heavenly books, how could anyone draw a knife and break the river with his hand? How could anyone fight in the sky? But after seeing the blood demon, he suddenly understood all this, and those are not stories but facts. The blood demon son is naturally one of the stories. It's just a small one.

At the age of ten, he began to recite the ancient scriptures, which are not exercises that penetrate the heavens and the earth, but they can make people's minds calm.

In the past 16 years, in addition to being with various stories, he has been soaking in the medicine jar for three days.

He longed for the pictures in these legends and stories, the simple mind of the young man, and also wanted to leave a strong pen and ink in the history of the human race.

Although he has no goal, he is at peace with what happens, but the seed of strength has been buried deep in his heart for sixteen years, and he just needs the opportunity to cultivate it into a towering tree.

And now, on such a martial arts competition platform where there is no life-and-death crisis, they don't dare to fight hard, so why talk about going against the sky on the road of cultivation?

As Wu Jingsheng's words fell, in the eyes of countless people, the ten people who were meditating cross-legged, or clasping their fists and laughing at the martial platform all got up, each blooming with a magnificent momentum, except for Nangong Fan, who was all martial kings, but only Nangong Fan burst out with amazing battle intent.

The nine spiritual martial kings plus Nangong Fan's monstrous battle intent almost rendered the sky of Xiaoban, making people tremble and blood boiling.

The nine people in the six cities glanced at each other slightly, it was not that they had no fighting intentions, but they often fought each other on weekdays, and their respective strengths were already known, and the only one who needed to be ranked was Nangong Fan.

Although the forces represented behind the six cities have their own grievances and hatreds, they only say that in the lower realm, several parties have common interests: plundering resources and collecting geniuses.

Although there were disputes in the past, most of them were resolved peacefully, and the suppression of the Nether Heavenly Dao was too great, and they didn't want to do anything in the Nether, but instead worked together to develop the resources of the Nether, make the cake bigger, and resist the development of branches of other forces in the Nether Realm together.

Several famous cities huddle together for warmth and scruple with each other, and the relationship can be described as extremely complicated.

The nine people looked at each other a few times, and the people of the No. 1 Wutai stepped forward slowly, and as he moved forward, the momentum on his body gradually boiled, and the momentum of the other eight people retracted back with a tacit understanding, completely highlighting Nangong Fan and him, who were still blooming their brilliance.

Nangong Fan's eyes condensed and became solemn, it seemed that this No. 1 Wutai person was his opponent.

The first person recognized by the six-city youth file!

His complexion was extremely gentle, but his clothes were extremely plain, a white cloth ribbon tied up his long hair, a few strands of green silk hung down on his shoulders, swaying without wind, and his white clothes fluttered.

"Ask the Heavenly Demon Sect, Li Xiangyang. ”

The soft voice, like a breeze blowing in Nangong Fan's ears, slowly walked out of the No. 1 martial platform, there were no visible ripples under his feet, and he crossed the No. 2 martial platform like walking on the ground in the void, and stepped into the No. 3 martial platform step by step.

Nangong Fan looked at Li Xiangyang's blazing eyes, and slightly shook his approaching body, "Qingjia Chamber of Commerce, Hei Ze." ”

When Li Xiangyang got closer, he could see clearly, he was carrying a three-foot long sword, the long sword looked ordinary, but it seemed to have a unique magic power, which could attract everyone's attention.

Dressed in white, with long hair fluttering, coupled with a long sword and a slender figure, he is a talented scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam.

There is no trace of the so-called Demon Sect's atmosphere, it is more like a Confucian who recites thousands of ancient books, and what he is doing now is just to travel thousands of miles.

In Nangong Fan's heart, the people of the Demon Gate, no matter what, will have a unique aura, since the Demon Gong is called the Demon Gong, it naturally has its own uniqueness, just like the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate's beast transformation technique, refining all kinds of essence blood, and can also refine the rare blood in the human body, and when you suck the first person, you find that your strength will increase explosively, this growth is like taking addictive drugs for cultivators, making people want to stop, and there is naturally an abominable aura on the body.

Nangong Fan is not a pedantic person, he doesn't have very good exercises now, not to mention that the beast transformation technique can have such a great reputation in history, the main cultivation body, and there are few Taoist classics that can be comparable to it in this regard, so he naturally will not give up the best and choose the worst.

It's like a divine sword, the person who holds it is used to save the human race, in the human race it can be called the holy sword, but the demon race is called the magic sword. Good and evil, holy and demonic, are relative.

Nangong Fan is determined to be close to all the heroes in the history books, so he will naturally not stick to the theory of righteousness and demons.

Regardless of the surging flood during his lifetime, his descendants will make a conclusion for him.

Nangong Fan has not yet reached such a point, but he has seen such traces on Li Xiangyang.

It seems to be a demon but not a demon, it is for the great good.

"No wonder the people of Dragon City are so good. Li Xiangyang looked Nangong Fan up and down, his pupils were filled with deep curiosity, "Is the mysterious power you used in the end of the old bear the law?"

Nangong Fan's eyes condensed slightly, it should be the old guys behind him who found out, right? But Nangong Fan has an inexplicable affection for this Li Xiangyang, and he is not ready to hide it, "Sort of." ”

"Not bad. I haven't fought against someone who has comprehended the law, your spiritual power cultivation is weaker than mine at this time, I hope you can surprise me, beat me, you are the first in this martial arts meeting!" Li Xiangyang's gentle smile gradually became public, but it was not disgusting, but it made people feel that he maintained a rare pure heart.

The momentum on Li Xiangyang's body surged with his smile, how could the pride of the sky be like him, how could he not have a high-spirited side?

Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated slightly, and at this time he realized that Li Xiangyang was already a consummate martial king, even if he had just broken through to a high-level martial marquis, he was too far behind.

Relying on the law alone, Nangong Fan, an ordinary consummation martial king, also thinks that he is seventy or eighty percent sure of winning, and the genius consummation martial king, his strength is definitely above that of the martial king, as for how much it is, it depends on Li Xiangyang's genius level.

"Do you use weapons?" the two separated, standing on the opposite side of the martial platform, Li Xiangyang asked softly, gentle and elegant, with an extraordinary bearing.

"Use them all. Nangong Fan smiled slightly, and a dark long sword appeared in his hand.

Li Xiangyang smiled softly, and slowly pulled out the long sword with magic power behind his back, every movement could be seen clearly, as gentle as stroking a lover's little hand.

The sword body is simple, not much different from the mortal sword, but under the direct sunlight, the cold light that lights up seems to shoot straight into people's hearts, which makes people feel nervous.

"This sword, the name of the demon!"

The voice is scarce, the sound falls, and people move the sword dance.

In just an instant, it appeared in front of Nangong Fan, the blade of the sword trembled, it seemed unpleasant, but it made people unable to see its foothold.

Nangong Fan's spiritual sense had already shrouded Wutai, and at the same time as Li Xiangyang moved, a sword stabbed straight ahead, the black sword blade was dyed with a little brown, and the edge was heavy, a sword like a mountain, and it was indomitable.

When the blades collided, I faintly heard Li Xiangyang sighing in his ear, "You don't seem to have practiced swords?" ”

The sword blade of the Asking Demon Sword trembled slightly, wandering between the blades of the Black Dragon Sword, and a piercing sound came, and the two swords seemed to be entangled together, but Nangong Fan knew that he had fallen into the disadvantage from the beginning, and he had always asked the Demon Sword to tap on the sword body of the Black Dragon Sword, whenever he wanted to resist, the Asking Demon Sword in Li Xiangyang's hand seemed to have a soul, and it avoided the edge of the Black Dragon Sword with just a slight flash.

All the collisions were on the body of the Black Dragon Sword, but fortunately, the Black Dragon Sword was not an extraordinary thing, otherwise it would have broken countless pieces under such a dense sword light.

"The sword is good, the swordsmanship is terrible. Li Xiangyang is like a teacher instructing students, his movements are elegant and easy-going, dancing around Nangong Fan, like an old hunter playing a little trick with his prey, and then winning it in one fell swoop when the prey is exhausted.

As soon as the two sides fought, Nangong Fan was inevitably at a disadvantage, inferior in speed, inferior in swordsmanship, and even inferior in strength. It seems that there is no other option but to be tricked to death.

Nangong Fan's eyes remained calm, and only the two sides were at the same level when he lowered ten with one force, and Nangong Fan had the law that could turn decay into magic, so he was naturally not in a hurry.

The brown mang swallowed on the blade of the sword, resisting the sword moves without hurry, like a sponge, frantically absorbing water to replenish itself.

Baimi finally had a mistake, and the two swords finally collided inevitably, and they were not separated by a touch as before, Li Xiangyang's left fingers rose with white brilliance, and he grabbed the black dragon sword with a single target, and said the words in his mouth, "You don't have a chance if you don't have to come up with the law." ”

The brown light on the black dragon sword fell silent in the white light between the claws, and the white fingers revealed a faint demonic nature, and firmly grasped the black dragon sword, and the dark sword body was also dyed with a layer of faint white light.

Li Xiangyang grabbed the black dragon sword with his left hand, did not retreat but advanced, took a step forward gently, drew a circle on his chest with his right hand and gently pushed it out, and asked the white sword on the demon sword to rise sharply, stabbing straight at Nangong Fan's chest with an awe-inspiring murderous intent.

A little chill spread from his chest to Nangong Fan's whole body, and before the sword was approaching, there was a feeling of impending disaster.

The spiritual sense that usually dominates the battlefield cannot see through whether this sword is really stabbed in the chest.

Nangong Fan sighed lightly, the brown light flashed in his eyes, and the law of gravity descended.

The Asking Demon Sword drooped slightly, but it was mentioned by Li Xiangyang again, and it returned to the established trajectory, but the momentum was a little silent, but it seemed to be more restrained and powerful. This time and then, unless you have a very deep eye, you can't see clearly.

"Is this the law?" the voice was full of longing, full of conquest.

The Demon Sword was menacing, and the sword pierced Nangong Fan's clothes, and Nangong Fan could feel a small round hole being pierced in his chest. For the first time, the law did not work as intended.

It's not that the law is useless, it's that Li Xiangyang is completely adapted to such absolute gravity without the slightest discomfort. It's as if he lives in such an environment all the time.

The absolute gravity brought by the law cannot be offset by spiritual power, and can even act on spiritual power.

Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, and quickly regained his composure, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Li Xiangyang is definitely a madman who is more ruthless to himself than to others, looking at him like that, he often cultivates in places where gravity is out of balance.

This is something that Nangong Fan could not imagine.