A dark blue ice palm print flew out steeply from Yan Yijun's chest, and the moment the palm print flew out, a little snowflake-like crystallization appeared in the sky neutral.

It should be said that it was a snowflake, and the temperature around Yan Yijun's icy heavenly palm plummeted and condensed into snowflakes.

Bang!

The Cold Ice Sky Demon Palm Print collided fiercely with an oncoming cyan streamer, and the Cold Ice Sky Demon Palm Print shattered instantly, but the surface of the cyan streamer was also immediately frozen with a thin layer of ice, revealing its true appearance.

At this time, it was the fifth battle, the warrior No. 5 Yun Xin and No. 10 Yan Yijun from Qingyun Castle. The fourth previous match was a battle between the warrior No. 4 Yunfeng from Qingyun Castle and the fourteenth Tianluomen Luo Xin.

There was no suspense in the battle, the cultivation of the two was about the same, and even the cultivation of Luo Xin of Tianluomen was higher, but under the attack of Qingyun Castle Yunfeng's lower grade spirit weapon Flowing Fire Fan, they were directly defeated!

There is no way, Qingyun Castle is a low-grade spiritual weapon!

However, although Qingyun Castle has a low-grade spiritual weapon, its cultivation is generally not high, like this Yun Xin, there is only a double cultivation of the Casting Vein Realm, and it is absolutely invincible to Yan Yijun, who has cultivated to the fourth level of the Casting Vein Realm.

However, a low-grade spirit weapon, the Qingfeng Dart, greatly increased his combat power, making everyone look forward to this battle strangely.

Yun Xin, who holds the Qingfeng Dart of the lower grade spirit weapon, can he defeat Yan Yijun by leapfrogging?

, Ye Zhen, who was watching the battle, did not have this idea.

Since Wanxinglou can specially find Yan Yijun from the main building to participate in the battle, then it is impossible for this Yan Yijun to be defeated casually, at least not with Yun Xin in front of him.

Ye Zhen's greatest hope is that he can see a little bit of Yan Yijun's reality through the first battle.

For example, at this time, the thin layer of ice frozen on the lower grade spirit weapon surprised Ye Zhen, and also made Yun Xin, who was fighting on the field, very interesting.

That thin layer of solid ice actually hindered the connection between him and his inferior spirit weapon, the Qingfeng Dart, and he had no choice but to do so. He could only urge his spiritual power to blast away the thin layer of ice on top of the Qingfeng Dart first!

Laugh at!

The aura burst out from the Qingfeng dart, and the layer of broken ice covered immediately scattered in all directions, and just when Yun Xin felt that the connection between the Qingfeng dart had just been restored, the chill that went straight into the bone marrow hit again, and a dark blue palm print was once again under his head.

The lower grade spirit product Qingfeng dart shook sharply, making an extremely sharp sound of breaking the air. Quite hastily facing the dark blue palm print, the power of the lower grade spirit weapon made it still shatter the dark blue palm print, but the surface covered with ice was thicker.

Even at the moment when Yan Yijun's dark blue palm print was broken, the Qingfeng Dart actually had a sinking momentum, which made many of the martial artists of Qingyun Castle who were fighting outside the field, especially Yun Ce, frown.

"I'm afraid this Yun Xin is going to lose," Nian Xinghe beside Ye Zhen muttered.

Almost the moment Nian Xinghe spoke, Yan Yijun's cold and heavenly palm prints slammed down again.

The third palm directly fell to the ground with the Qingfeng Dart, a low-grade spiritual weapon that was too late to face. Then three palms in a row slammed down, and the surface of Yun Xin's body was covered with layers of ice, and Yun Xin didn't even have time to shout out if he didn't even admit defeat, and it turned into an ice lump.

Hiss!

The sound of gasping suddenly sounded.

With only supernatural martial arts, he can so easily solve Yun Xin, who has a low-grade spiritual weapon, this Yan Yijun is too terrifying, right?

"Stop, I admit defeat on behalf of Yun Xin!" Yun Ce's figure flashed, and he appeared steeply above the competition platform. The dark eyes stared at Yan Yijun, who was about to attack again, and a dangerous aura emanated from Yun Ce's body.

Anyone can see it. If Yan Yijun dared to attack again, I am afraid that he would incur a crazy attack from Yun Ce.

However, looking at the breath, this time Yan Yijun's attack was no longer the amazingly powerful Ice Heavenly Demon, but an extremely domineering fist technique.

It is conceivable that if this extremely powerful and domineering fist slammed into Yun Xin's body, which had been frozen into ice, I am afraid that Yun Xin would be like an ice cube covering his body. Bang, and it's all in pieces!

Yan Yijun didn't answer, his eyes looked at Wu Mengshan, the master of the Tianluo Gate who was presiding over the competition!

"In Yun Xin's situation, the martial artists of his sect forces can indeed take the initiative to admit defeat on his behalf!" Wu Mengshan first affirmed Yun Ce's approach. But the expression that looked at Yun Ce became extremely fierce.

"However, no matter who it is, if he dares to break into the competition area next time, and dares to lock his breath to the martial artist who is competing, no matter who it is, the old man, the host, will immediately personally kill him!"

"Yun Ce, do you understand?"

In the loud cheers, Wu Mengshan's big sleeves just flicked slightly, only to see that Yun Ce had already turned upside down and was blasted out of the sky above the martial arts platform.

Yun Ce's chest rose and fell violently a few times, and he didn't seem to be injured, but his face was still a little pale.

At that moment, he really sensed the killing intent of Wu Mengshan, the master of the Heavenly Sect.

"In the fifth competition, No. 10 Yan Yijun won, accumulating ten points!"

As the sound of Wumeng Mountain landed, an elder of Qingyun Castle immediately rushed up, spiritual power gushed, the ice on Yun Xin's body was melting rapidly, and a steaming heat rose above his head.

Under the rescue of the Qingyunbao clan elders, Yun Xin was able to save his life, but even when he left the competition platform, his body was still stiff, not to mention his legs, and he couldn't even bend his arms.

It should have been frostbitten by Yan Zòng, and his face was blue and black, and it was very likely that the cold poison had entered his body, and this injury was comparable to the previous Tianluo Men Xie Zhi's injury.

"You have to be careful when dealing with Yan Yijun, this kid is not simple! The Cold Ice Heavenly Evil Palm that he just used should be a mid-grade Heaven-Rank Divine Power Martial Skill, even among the Heaven-Rank Middle-grade Divine Martial Arts, this power is also top-notch.

According to this seat, his strength at this time is still very reserved, and you should be very careful when facing him. If you really don't win, you will admit defeat!"

This sentence surprised Ye Zhen and Nian Xinghe.

Sect Leader Jian Qianxiong kept pointing at Ye Zhen, Nian Xinghe, and Zuo Xiong, almost every strong person would point out the strength of these people, but he hadn't said anything to make them admit defeat.

Ye Zhen was surprised, but he also understood what Sect Leader Jian Qianxiong was thinking. As the strongest person pushed out by Yan Cong of Wanxinglou, and he is a martial artist from the main building of Wanxinglou. The strength revealed by Yan Yijun is afraid that it is only the tip of the iceberg, and it is no wonder that it is not terrifying.

"Sixth, number six against number eight!" the voice of Wu Mengshan, the master of the Tianluo Gate, rang out.

The eighth is Zuoxiong, and the sixth is the martial artist Man Hean of the Immortal Sect.

I have to say that Zuo Xiong is still a little lucky not to die. From the current point of view, this battle between Zuo Xiong and Changsheng Jiaoman and An is the most evenly matched battle at present.

Zuo Xiong is the cultivation of the double peak of the Casting Vein Realm, while Man He'an is the cultivation of the late stage of the Casting Vein Realm, and the cultivation gap between the two is almost negligible.

Roar!

In the crazy momentum, Zuo Xiong pounced on Man He'an like crazy, and in the strange rhythm of his limbs, Zuo Xiong's figure gradually turned into a hideous and abnormal leopard shadow!

The moment the leopard shadow appeared. The steep ground turned into a black light, and in an instant, he condescendingly pounced on Man He'an.

That huge figure, even though a spiritual power giant sword full of flames suddenly appeared behind Man He'an, it still fell behind.

As soon as Zuo Xiong came on the field, he took out his most proud and powerful killing move, Thunder Leopard Strike, and one move was as tight as a move, and the whole person was like a mad tiger attacking, with that hoarse roar one after another. On the entire competition platform, there was an extremely tragic feeling.

Sometimes. In the competition of masters, momentum is even more important.

If it is suppressed in momentum, ten percent of the strength can often only be exerted seven or eight percent.

At this time, the Immortal Sect's Man He'an was suppressed by Zuo Xiong in terms of momentum, and at first glance, in Zuo Xiong's rainstorm-like attack. Man and An are like a small boat in the middle of the sea, which may capsize at any time.

However, Man He'an was chosen by Yin Changsheng, the leader of the Immortal Sect, and he was not a wasted person, holding on to his death. There is a faint possibility of flipping.

In the end, Man He'an showed cowardice in Zuo Xiong's life-for-life style of play, and was knocked off the competition platform by Zuo Xiong and won this competition.

The price Zuo Xiong paid was an extra one-foot-long sword wound on his back, which was almost visible to the white bone.

However, with the elixir prepared by the Sun Moon Divine Sect, as well as the powerful recovery power of Zuo Xiong's acquired spirit body, before the next battle comes, although this injury cannot be completely recovered, it will definitely not have a big impact on the next battle!

Diagonally opposite the Sun and Moon God Sect, the face of the Immortal Sect Leader Yin Changsheng was gloomy and terrifying.

After six battles, a total of two of them in the Immortal Sect played, but the record was that both of them were defeated, and the points were directly zero!

Especially in the second game, Yin Changsheng had great expectations, thinking that Man and An could win, but unexpectedly, he still lost, and he still lost to the Sun Moon God Sect.

This made Yin Changsheng very annoyed.

Unfortunately, the next two battles did not suit the onlookers.

Among the well-known powerhouses of various forces, Xinghe and the white-bone prince Li Kechu have not played for several years.

According to the spectators, if these two had played in the first round, it would have been very exciting.

It's a pity that Nian Xinghe drew the sixteenth martial artist, from the sixteenth martial artist Song Xuesong of Tianluomen, and this Song Xuesong is the weakest one among the Tianluomen warriors participating in the battle, and only has the cultivation of the double peak of the Casting Vein Realm.

After only three rounds of fighting, Song Xuesong took the initiative to jump off the competition platform to admit defeat and end the battle.

The last ones to come on the field were the twelfth white bone boy Li Kechu and the warrior of Qingyun Castle fifteenth Yun Yue.

The cultivation of the martial artists of Qingyun Castle is not high, and this Yunyue only has the cultivation of the middle stage of the Casting Vein Realm, and the most important thing is that this Yunyue does not have a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Maybe it was because of the instructions of the high-level, or maybe it was to preserve his strength, he only fought one move, and this Yun Yue jumped out of the battle circle and took the initiative to admit defeat, so that the murderous white-boned boy Li Kechu couldn't wait to chase him down the stage.

However, Wu Mengshan, the master of the Tianluo Gate, was staring at the sky, and the rules he said were not for fun.

The white-boned son Li Kechu is no matter how strong the killing intent in his chest is, he can only do it.

This is the end of the first round of battles!

"After an hour and a half, the second round of martial arts will be held!" Wu Mengshan's voice sounded! (To be continued......) R1292