Dragon fight, has always been a practice, a mountain can not tolerate two tigers, naturally can not tolerate a dragon and a tiger, the process often changes color, the result is nothing more than you live and die, who wins or loses after all still depends on the sky.

The sun thunder rolls, and the electric power is added.

Absorbing the occasional thunder, the rejuvenated thunder dragon, summoned the Nine Heavens Yang Thunder and broke the pseudo-golden pill that Zhong Xiu temporarily obtained with a secret method in one fell swoop.

The sharp qi dissipated in the blue thunder pool on the ground, or was assimilated into a trace of pure spiritual power, or it was extinguished, and the white tiger who had just returned to the spirit had turned into a human form at some point, wearing a long aqua blue dress, his hair was messy, and his beautiful and hard face seemed to be a little less angular at this time, and a little more soft that belonged to a cardamom young woman, which was very different from the black power suit that Dong Yang had seen, and the image was so sharp that it was dazzling.

Jumped to the edge of the ring, silently looking at the monstrous light blue thunder and lightning, the electric light illuminated, reflecting Zhong Xiu, Dong Yang, Yi Yao, and Phoenix.

Zhong Xiu's face was expressionless, and he jumped lightly before the thunder pool spread to his side, and his eyes looked at the thunder dragon who was galloping in the thunder pool with deep meaning, and looked extremely excited, and got out of the ring.

"Boiling Pan Sheng~~"

It was raining, and it was pouring before it even began.

The rain poured on the thunder dragon, as well as the rolling thunder pool, and all the spectators present, a thunder pool seemed to be transformed into a drop of ink in the water, constantly radiating electric snakes around.

The cultivator was silent.

Dragons, thunder, electricity, rain......

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When the showers stop, the thunder and lightning don't always roar, just like the silence after cheering, which comes so unreasonably and suddenly.

For some people, this feeling is not painful, or they have been living like this, and they have long lost their joy and anger, and even grief cannot be said to exist, but for most mediocre and impermanent laypeople, it is normal to have a heart and a pain.

Somewhere, somewhere, a plain land.

The tortoise shell in his hand trembled, the low old man's complexion was blue, and the sparse hair that was as blue as the skin was tied up by a root, and the most unforgettable thing was what he was carrying behind him.

The tortoise shell behind the short old man was polished to a shiny shine, with the luster of old jade that had been played with for decades.

If you look closely, the huge tortoise shell behind him and the small tortoise shell in his hand are almost carved out of the same mold except for the size, and even the position and shape of each crack in the middle are not wrong.

The old man's ancient well had no waves, like a pool of stagnant water, as if there was nothing in this world that could shake him.

But that's just thinking about it, or the direction in which all cultivators are driving their own development, first of all, when facing the end of the Great Dao, facing eternal immortality, it is impossible for this short and negative armor old man to be calm, and he is so calm.

At this time, his old face was really rare twitching, the corners of his mouth were upturned, his cheeks slowly opened, and his whole old face opened like an autumn chrysanthemum, laughing slowly, laughing so wantonly, as if he was crying, and the voice was endless, even if it was hissing

The mute changed, and the voice did not stop.

The sound of water droplets falling to the ground is first just a few drops, and then gradually rapid, and the droplets form bundles......

In the other quiet room, the room is empty, simple but full of contentment.

A tall, well-dressed old man wearing a high crown and a scarlet robe carried sixteen ivory-white skewers in his hands. There are some strange runes engraved on the stick, and when you look closely, you only feel that it is natural, not like a human object, revealing a mystery, it seems that you can use this to understand everything, but the runes are not obvious from a distance, and it is easy to be ignored.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly, an inconspicuous ivory pick in the hand of the tall old man in the red robe broke at the waist, and the next moment, the upper half of the cracked skewer slipped down and fell to the ground.

The tall old man's eyes widened, staring at the fracture.

Bite~

It's as crisp as porcelain, but if you listen closely, you can't tell what kind of material this ivory white stick is.

The back of the vermilion robe is printed with two big black characters - Hongjun.

The tall old man burst out laughing, and the laughter echoed in the small quiet room, filling every inch of the place.

It only lasted for a while, and the laughter stopped as if he appeared, and suddenly, and feeling harmonious, the old man in the red robe trembled all over, and spit out a mouthful of blood without warning.

The ivory-white skewer was sticking to the blood foam, so abrupt, and it seemed to be taken for granted, the skewer faded to white, and the runes on it also faded, and the old man Hongjun's face was like ashes.

The two tortoise shells of the two sizes have lost their luster, and the smooth texture is gone, only the roughness of old bark, and the cracks have completely turned into ravines, just like the old tortoise shell who still maintains a smile, closed his cloudy eyes, and completely lost his breath.

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Dong Fu stopped at the tenth platform, accompanied by Yi Yao, with the fat man Ling Tian, and the squeamish phoenix walking by himself.

The viewer gave way to the four of them in a good position on the inner layer, perhaps because they felt the air that became hot and dry, or they felt the pressure of the blood emitted by the phoenix itself, and the viewers noticed the comers behind them, so they had to avoid it.

Rats have rat paths, and ordinary people also have their way of survival, that is, acquaintance.

The phoenix bore the brunt of the attack, walking at the front of the team, her whole body and the three-foot long sword on her back became extremely hot, just like her mood at this time, the nameless fire, which made the fat man who was caught by the belt helpless, it didn't matter if he was dragged away, but he was so close to the heat source that he had at least two catties of sweat......

There was a man standing on the stage, holding a sword, and his appearance was unusual, very ordinary.

It's so ordinary that you can't remember his appearance after you take a look at him, and you look indifferently ahead, your eyes are extremely empty.

Zhong Xiu stood in the audience, covered by black veil, covering his graceful body, she looked at the young man on the stage, and finally remembered his appearance and breath.

Yi Yao also became serious, and couldn't help but tighten his hand a little while holding Dong Fu's hand.

Although Dong Fu felt the change, Yi Yao was since

If we don't say it, we don't dare to ask, and we don't need to know, so we have to continue to observe the seemingly ordinary teenager.

The people on the stage are still standing, but the more Dong Fu looks, the straighter his back becomes.

The ring was crowded with people and not crowded.

Dozens of rings have been combined into ten at this time, making the venue extremely wide, leaving a larger position for the audience, even if you stand on the periphery, you can see it clearly, many players who have advanced to the preliminary round are also watching from the periphery of the stage, but they dare not be the first bird.

Dong Fu's feet fell to the ground, without the slightest intention of going to power, this person was extremely dangerous, he felt it.

Besides, according to Phoenix, this guy is the darkest horse in this competition, and there is no one of them, although he defeated Zhao Potian, Soul Eight, and Xiong Li, but compared to that boy, it is still not enough to see.

His victory over the enemy is only a few swords, most of them are one sword, a murderous sword!

So far, no one of his men has come down alive.

So now, no one dares to go up, but there are many people gathered here, just because he is the same as Dong Fu, the dead soul eight, only the cultivation of the eighth layer of the foundation.

If you don't reach the peak of foundation building, you can't use some means to forcibly exert the power of the Jindan Realm, think about the pseudo-Jindan of the White Tiger, and the Nine Heavens Yang Thunder of the Thunder Dragon, in comparison, everyone still thinks that this Terran boy is a soft persimmon.

But such people often pay the price for their ignorance.

"Xiaofu, let's just take a look, but we don't want to go on stage. Yi Yao turned her head and said earnestly.

Dong Fu hummed meekly.

I don't know how much time has passed, and the young man on the stage is like a sword about to be unsheathed, half-inserted on the stage, so that people can feel its sharpness through the air, and this momentum is no weaker than the feeling that Zhong Xiu gave Dong Fu when he first appeared on stage.

Dong Fu didn't have the idea of going on stage just now, but at this time he was really eager to try, perhaps because he was inspired by the flamboyant sword, or he was used to the way of life in the Shura Pavilion that started fighting as soon as they met, and he was about to take a step forward.

The shoulder was pressed, and it turned out that Yi Yao had pulled out the hand holding him at some point.

Only then did Dong Fu realize that he had to be calm, and he smiled and looked at the sky.

The other cultivators who wanted to challenge this Terran boy were also hesitant, pondering whether to continue to wait, if they allowed this young man's sword momentum to form, it would not be as simple as dealing with an eight-layer dark horse with a foundation.

They now finally realized where the Terran boy's confidence was to take the initiative to defend himself.

"I'm coming!"

Like a sword out of the sheath, the sword momentum has been completed, and a tattered young man walked out of the crowd.

Dong Fu was very surprised, although he didn't see his face, but this breath was not unfamiliar, if he remembered correctly, this feeling was quite similar to Zhao Potian, but it was very different, Zhao Potian gave himself the feeling of being like a sharp dagger hidden in his sleeve.

The young man was unpretentious and did not wear a disciple's uniform.

But it can be vaguely seen that this dress was once white, with the word "Zhao" on the back.

The young man of the Zhao family walked to the No. 10 platform step by step, and the sword momentum rose by one point with each step, and he was already in front of the ring

The Buddha incarnated into an old sword, slashed the immortal Buddha, and killed the demons.

With a casual jump like Dong Fu, the young man of the Zhao family came to the stage.

Only then did Dong Fu see clearly the appearance of the young man of the Zhao family, who was six or seven points similar to Zhao Potian, but without his yin owl, there were many more resolute lines.

Waiting, the young man of the Zhao family did not act after he came to power, as if he was deliberately waiting for the other party's sword momentum to form.

The boy was unknown, and everyone simply gave him the nickname "Swordsman", and he was unconsciously familiar with what the audience called him, or what it was called, it didn't matter to him at all.

As soon as the young man of the Zhao family appeared on the stage, the swordsman noticed it, and his empty eyes came back to his senses, staring at the young man on the stage, looking at his sword, the sword that had not been drawn.

Huh~~

It seems to be a sword sound, but there is no sword movement on the stage, the sword momentum of the swordsman boy is finally formed, and the two sword movements on the stage are-for-tat, both of them are moving, but the sword momentum has long been invisibly staggered.

The young man of the Zhao family nodded and smiled: "Zhao family, Zhao Xiang." ”

The swordsman pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and did not draw his sword directly as he did against his previous opponent.

"Sword Sect, Jiang Eleven"

(End of chapter)