Yao Xiangdong, a real person in the east of Qingquan Gate, is also a cultivator, and the body refining cultivator of the eight-armed ancient gate with steel and iron bones is more ordinary than that of the eight-armed ancient gate, and he can't find it anywhere.

Making up for the shortcomings of ordinary law cultivation in relative weakness, and being able to withstand more spell backlash, Dongluan Zhenren's fighting style is more urgent and intense than that of ordinary law cultivation.

Xingchen Pavilion Thousand Views Real Person Chezawa, the disciple of Tianji Peak is good at the way of concealment.

This one is also a relatively restrained one.

If Che Ze can't kill with a quick blow, and Yao Xiangdong's spell covers the entire competition platform, the situation will be tilted in his favor.

Che Ze didn't say much, and after greeting each other with Yao Xiangdong on the opposite side in the presence of everyone, his body turned into an uncertain shadow wandering on the entire martial arts platform.

He was not in a hurry to attack his opponent, and the assassins would often take the lead in the battle with Fa Xiu, but when the means were known, the opening was also the time when Fa Xiu was most vigilant.

If you are not absolutely sure, you will only work in vain and put yourself in danger.

Yao Xiangdong held the spell in his hand, but he couldn't wait for the opponent's attack.

The phantoms in the audience were hazy, and he couldn't tell which one was the real body.

He can continue to suppress spells, but the longer he passes, the greater the test will be, and the greater the opponent's chances.

After all, he has only just entered the subtle realm.

Glancing at the competition platform again, Yao Xiangdong pinched the trick with one hand and released a pool of clear water around his body.

The spell that was clasped in the other hand also poured out to the side and the back, the most vulnerable to sneak attack.

The ice needles, as thin as hairs, densely pierced rows of fine hollows in the reinforced bluestone.

You can imagine what a tragic end it would be if you were beaten to the body.

This spell not only looked sideways at other Dao monarchs, but even Zi Su, who had been watching the Heluo faction and the Nine Heavens Pavilion fight against each other, and set up the formation to break the formation and counter-break the formation, also frowned.

She put down her wine glass and squinted at the Flowing Water Dao Jun on the side: "I hope that the disciples of your sect will still be ruthless when they face the monsters." ”

Listening to Zisu's sarcastic words about the cold-blooded and ruthless disciples of Qingquanmen, who regarded the human race as equal to monsters, Liushui Daojun smiled cheekily and said haha: "Where, where! How can the human race be compared with monsters? My disciples of Qingquanmen are all elites, how can a mere spell be uncontrollable! Yongqing Daojun is really joking." ”

The old Taoist priest was secretly applauding in his heart, and the little loach was also lucky, and the spell was misplaced and his face was not pierced with blood.

This disciple made a decisive move, but this battle judgment is still a little worse!

Che Ze can hide the perception of Brother Jindan, but he can't hide the eyes of Yuanying Daojun.

Flowing Water Daojun could clearly tell that when Yao Xiangdong cast the spell, Che Ze was not behind him, but slightly south in front of him.

It's a pity!

The old man sighed slightly.

"Hmph——!" Zi Su snorted coldly, and didn't give the old Taoist priest any face, raised his wine glass and drank it all.

"It's a pity that the disciples of your sect are a little unsatisfactory in their control of spells, and their patience is also a little poor. ”

Otherwise, if you continue to endure it, you will always have to attack, and when the time comes, the dense needle rain that will split your head and cover your face will inevitably be injured even if you retreat quickly enough.

was pointed out in vain by the lack of disciples of the sect, and this time it was the turn of Flowing Water Dao Jun with an ugly face.

Looking at the situation on the field at this time, not to mention anything else, in terms of patience alone, it is worse than the disciples of his own sect.

Now Yao Xiangdong has begun to wash the floor with spells, intending to force out the opponent's true body.

Every jousting platform has a defensive prohibition, and even if the monks fly into the sky, they are only about six zhang (about 20 meters).

Some top-down spells can naturally wash all the more than 30 zhang competition platforms aside.

Spells were raging on the stage, and the hazy phantoms were swaying sometimes exaggerated and sometimes smiling, as if they were dancing on the tip of a knife without music.

Countless sharp diamond-shaped ice crystals came from top to bottom, and the fall from the sky added a point of sharpness to the two narrow ice crystals that were six or seven inches wide and six or seven inches long.

There was a rain of knives on the competition platform, and dagger-like ice crystals and hazy phantoms passed by, causing small exclamations from the audience from time to time.

Suddenly, the people in the audience involuntarily held their breath.

On the stage, Yao Xiangdong of Qingquanmen's eyes lit up and quietly hooked the corners of his mouth, and he pinched the magic trick with both hands.

More ice crystals coalesce in the sky above, and under its control, their forms become narrower and longer, with thinner and sharper edges.

Different from the previous transparent and slightly white, this time the ice crystals have a touch of deep and cold blue.

More ordinary ice crystals fell, enveloping an area densely.

The hazy phantom in the area moved left and right, and its movements were not so free, and it became reluctant to move.

Although it was thrilling before, it also made people see that he was at ease and leisurely, but now there is only danger, so that people dare not wipe it with cold sweat for him.

The ice crystals are getting denser and faster, and the showers are hitting the plantains. Under the continuous parry, the phantom made a mistake and was narrowly grazed by the ice crystal.

At that moment, the originally vague phantom revealed a relatively clear face, and there was also a little blood-colored red on the staggered ice crystals.

Those cold ices that were constantly condensed with blue intent pointed at phantoms in an instant.

The ice poured down towards the phantom, and there was no way to avoid it.

There is a third-rate sect on the high platform, and the Jindan Zhenren is ready to curry favor with the first-class Qingquanmen, if he has a little friendship, his status in the sect will be very different! At least the matter of coming to the battlefield will not be his turn.

As for the Star Pavilion, which is also a first-class force, who doesn't know its situation ——!!

If the Jindan disciple of the Xingchen Pavilion on the stage didn't quickly admit defeat, Dongluan Zhenren would be seriously injured even if he stopped at the last moment.

Tsk!

As soon as these Jindan monks who had similar ideas looked up, they found that the situation above seemed to be a little different from what they thought.

The flowing water of Qingquan Gate did not see joy, but his face was a little ugly.

The honorary elder of the Star Pavilion was still calm and relaxed, and even drank wine with the Hongming Daojun of the Xuanshui Sect next to him.

Although I don't know why the upper hand on the field is not happy, and the lower one is not anxious, but the team that is sent out to lead the team is also a little eye-catching, and there is no one who opens his mouth to invite congratulations in this obviously wrong atmosphere.

They want to pull a relationship or pat themselves on the back and hug their thighs, but they don't want to make trouble for themselves and make people angry.

In Dongluan's real person, Yao Xiangdong's heart was horizontal, and he was ready to pretend that the spell was out of control to vent the fire to the Dao Jun on the high platform, and seriously injured the disciples of the Xingchen Pavilion on the opposite side when he was about to die.

The people on the high platform also understood why the Qingquan Sect Dao Monarch was not happy, and the Xingchen Pavilion Elder was not worried.

Yao Xiangdong's ice crystal was the phantom that pierced through the embarrassment, but at the same time, a black nail with a mysterious aura was inserted into his shadow, and a long sword was across his neck.

The sharp sword-shaped magic weapon cut through Yao Xiangdong's skin, and easily brought out a wisp of blood, proving that this real person's refining level was not enough for it.

Looking at the phantom that was pierced by countless ice crystals, it was tattered like a puppet that had been torn many times, if it was replaced by a body, it would not dissipate little by little like a phantom, but the blood would flow all over the ground and the blood of the ice crystals would not last long!

The magic sword controlled by Chezawa couldn't help but tighten further into the neck of the person under the sword, pulling out a larger wound.

In the face of a Dharma cultivator refining body, he would not get too close to him.

"Hmph!" Chezawa's eyebrows were full of cold color, and a black shadow flashed through the blue water surrounding his opponent, scattering countless water droplets, falling to the ground and turning into a pool of water with a slight aura.

If it weren't for his superior skills, today's martial arts competition would have become a game of life and death!

Offstage, the disciples of Qingquanmen were wondering why Senior Brother Yao didn't admit defeat yet, didn't this stubbornness take advantage of the other party?

Even if you can't kill it, you still have to suffer the hardship.

I saw that the Qianjing Zhenren of the Xingchen Pavilion on the stage raised his hand slightly, and the black nail nailed to Yao Xiangdong's shadow rose slightly, and an impatient panicked word rushed out of Dongluan Zhenren's throat: "-Lose! I admit defeat!"

After discovering that he finally shouted, a belated look of relief finally appeared on the face of this real person.

I thought that the victory was in my hands, and before I had time to breathe a sigh of relief, I found that I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak, and then I thought about my deliberate intention to hurt people, and I was so frightened in my heart.

At this time, I can't help but be very glad that I have a real sense of security after stepping down.

He didn't dare to look up at Daojun on the high platform, it wasn't his master, or his own life was more important, no wonder the master told him to think twice before leaving, especially ...... , this time I really didn't get any benefit at all, and I had a grudge with a powerful monk for no reason.

I don't know if he can go back well this time......

Thinking about it, the ease and happiness on Yao Xiangdong's face were gone, and his face was depressed and gloomy......

The Flowing Water Dao Jun on the high platform didn't know what the disciples below were thinking, but his face was no better than that of Yao Xiangdong, who was like a mourner.

Shui Daojun stared gloomily at Yongqing Daojun on the side, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "...... Crooked...... Door...... Evil way!"

"——!" The young man who was staring at him let out a soft sneer, glanced at it like a mosquito and a fly, and then turned his attention to the contents of the cup.

Being treated like an ant with such contempt, he coveted the other party's drinking utensils, but the other party disdained the essence crystals he took out. How could Flowing Water Dao Jun be willing, his face was pale and pale, and his eyes were a little scarlet.

With such a look, several Dao Monarchs on the high platform couldn't help frowning.

Several Dao Monarchs of the Thousand Fu Sect even divided their attention to the No. 5 martial arts stage.

This contest is to punish demons, but don't make any trouble.

The flowing water of the Qingquan Gate, and the Yuanying monks of the various sects also got to know each other, this one, the Taoist number is flowing water, but he does not have the demeanor of being good as water at all.

I don't know if I will signal my disciples to do something!

If it is in today's scene, except for the basket, the following forces will be lively.

I don't know what kind of mind I have, and there won't be a few disobedient disciplines in the future.

I can't help but feel a little resentful of Yongqing Daojun in my heart, you said that you are so dignified to provoke this person to do something, flirting and teasing, stirring up anger, but we have to put away the endgame.

looked at the eyes of Yongqing Daojun, who looked like a young man, and then he was a little more displeased.

The young Daojun who poured himself a drink didn't seem to be aware of it, and from time to time he glanced at the confrontation between the No. 6 Wutai Heluo faction and Jiuxiao Pavilion, and chatted with Hongming Daojun on the side for a few words.