"If you can take my ancient mountain seal without being hurt, you will win this time!"

An indifferent voice came, the thunder dispersed, Shen Tuchen's figure gradually became clear, he raised his hand slightly, and a inky black ancient seal rose, rising and falling above his head, revealing a terrifying brilliance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This ancient seal is in the shape of a mountain, turbid, exuding the breath of unearthed stones, and the people below are shaken, this should not really be a small ancient mountain refined, right?

As soon as the words fell, the ancient mountain seal above Shen Tuchen's head rose in the wind, and it fell towards Xu Jun not far away.

"Bang"

A loud bang shook the sky, and I saw a black sacred mountain coming from the sky, like Sumeru coming to the world, crushing the eons, covering the sky and the sun for a while, carrying supreme power, crushing sideways.

"Zixiao・Edgeworth Soaring Dragon!!"

On the fighting platform, Xu Jun stood upright, his fingers were raised into a sword, and he was holding the sword trick tightly, and the thunderstorm around him was dazzling, and a clear sword groan gradually rose on his body.

The sword roars like a dragon, piercing through the sky!

The thunder sword buzzed and resounded, and ten thousand thunderbolts gathered around the body, turning into a dark purple thunder dragon, facing the black deep mountain that crushed the fall overhead, roaring and roaring, like jumping into the abyss, flying straight into the sky.

"Boom"

In a loud roar, the purple thunder dragon slashed itself in the black divine mountain with an incomparable sword, and the two collided violently, rubbing brilliant sparks.

Shen Tuchen was as indifferent as ice, without the slightest emotion exposed, and turned his hands and pressed down.

At the same time, the black divine mountain transformed by the ancient mountain seal suddenly flashed green, mysterious as deep, and it was crushed by a strong suppression.

"Moan"

At this moment, Xu Jun moved, stretched out his hand to recall the Lei Huang Sword, and in an instant, the sword roared, and he jumped up, the Lei Huang Sword slashed, cutting out mysterious sword marks in the void, and the destructive Thunder Sword Intent spread, instantly condensing in the body of the Lei Huang Sword.

"Shattered!"

Xu Jun drank violently, he floated and stepped in the air, his body was as sharp as a sword, the dark purple sword aura was fierce and strong, and a sword fell, as if it was about to cut the black divine mountain above his head and tear the heavens and the earth apart.

"Snort"

The air was slashed, and a vacuum sword mark stretched for several feet, slashing into the air, and falling to the black sacred mountain.

"Bang"

The huge force came, Xu Jun's mouth was shattered, blood splattered, the Lei Huang Sword was immediately shaken off his hand, dozens of dark purple sword qi were all crushed, and the ancient mountain seal was almost lifted ten zhang high, and both of them were white.

However, Shen Tuchen recovered in an instant, the Dao method in his body was carried, and the spiritual power around his body was like a surging river venting out, and the Binghe Sword turned into a line of cold, instantly killing and breaking through the air.

In the void above his head, the ancient mountain seal fell again, Xu Jun's face was pale and weak, and he reluctantly took back the Lei Huang sword to slash the rung, and then was shocked by the ancient mountain seal and fell off the magic platform, and a mouthful of blood poured out.

Xu Junganglie would rather fall off the platform with serious injuries than be crushed by Shen Tuchen on the stage, protected by the forbidden formation of the fighting platform.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, and the real people of the Returning Origin Realm appreciated it a lot, and most of the Dragon and Tiger monks were respectful, but most of those Huading Realm monks shook their heads and sighed, with a puzzled expression.

What's more, the eyes that looked at Xu Jun were a little mocking, thinking that he was completely dead to save face.

"Shentu Chensheng. Glancing at Xu Jun with a little appreciation, Lu Xiangsheng said lightly.

"Yes, I'm not wrong! Shen Tuchen has one more spiritual weapon than Xu Jun, and winning is certain. ”

Song Fan, who was paying close attention to the results of this battle, saw that Shen Tuchen had won, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said loudly, as if he was the one who won.

"Brother Song is meticulous in his view of people, I can't wait. ”

There was a Huading monk next to him who shook his head and sighed, looking at Song Fan with admiration.

In front of them, a group of dragon and tiger monks looked shocked and laughed.

It can only be said that the blind cat touched the dead mouse, which made this Song Fan inadvertently blinded once.

Standing with his sword in his hand, Xu Jun slowly got up, and some Huading monks from small and medium-sized sects in the distance just wanted to sneer, Xu Jun's eyes swept over, everyone was silent, and his robe was stained with blood, revealing an indescribable tragic momentum.

After Lu Xiangsheng announced the results of the battle, Xu Jun turned around indifferently and walked straight towards the Yuqing people, and on the way, no one dared to criticize.

Leaning on the Qingyu case, the drunken Taoist laughed: "If you lose, you can be frank, and you should be a big white!"

With a wave of his hand, a jade-colored wine gourd flew out from his cuff, and Xu Jun returned to the back of the jade Qingzhen, just reached out to catch it, and drank silently.

The wine syrup was mixed with blood and water, overflowing from the corners of his lips, Xu Jun sat down cross-legged at the suggestion of the Yuqing Zhenren, Lei Huang's sword was back sheathed, his eyes were closed and he didn't smell foreign objects, and he didn't seem to have any mustard in mind, as if he didn't take the previous victory or defeat to heart at all.

Xu Jun's move was extremely rude, and he was already angry when he was another real person, but in the eyes of the drunken Daoist, he appreciated this kid more and more, and glanced at Xu Jun with a little surprise, and said, "I think your kid is good, why don't you join my Shushan Sword Sect?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into silence again, and the monks were full of black lines, silent.

Broken sorrow shook his head and chuckled, and he was speechless in his heart, this drunken Taoist is really muddy, in front of the jade Qingzhen, people turn their backs on the sect and enter Shushan instead, digging the foot of the wall is so straightforward, it is really amazing.

If he can be like a drunken Taoist, with no face and no skin, and turn to the sect when he sees something pleasing to the eye, maybe he will have completed the main task of the system a long time ago.

His face was silent, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

"Drunken old ghost, this is my apprentice. The jade Qingzhen person glanced at the drunken Taoist and said coldly.

"I know. After taking a sip of the jade elixir, the drunken Taoist laughed.

Frowning slightly, Yuqing Zhenren looked at the drunken Taoist with cold eyes, and said slowly: "If I want the frightening wind under your door, will you give it?"

"I don't care, if he is willing, he will go back to Zixiao Temple directly with you later. With a wave of his hand, the drunken Taoist said indifferently.

Behind him, the frightening wind smiled bitterly and was silent.

“”

As soon as these words came out, he shook his head with sorrow, and the hundreds of monks in the hall were completely convinced by the drunken Taoist, and even the Yuqing Zhenren was speechless, snorted coldly, and no longer paid attention to the drunken Taoist.

And Shen Tuchen, who won this battle, stood behind Jingyue Zhenren in a very low-key manner after Lu Xiangsheng's voice fell, his eyes were always calm and indifferent, unmoved by foreign objects.

"Senior Sister Jingyue, you can choose a disciple on the gold list. Lu Xiangsheng said with a smile.

Jingyue Zhenren nodded, his eyes fell on Yuqing Zhenren, and smiled modestly: "Your sect has conceded." ”

Yuqingzhen's expression remained unchanged, and he praised with his chin: "Where, it is really the disciples of your sect who have performed extraordinary, and Xu Jun has been unjustly defeated." ”

The harmonious atmosphere disappointed those Guiyuan Realm real people who wanted to see his jokes, as well as those dragon and tiger and Huading monks of small and medium-sized sects.

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