Fang Ziyu proudly looked at the disciples of the Soul Bone Lock, the Dragon Spear pointed obliquely at the ground, and his body suddenly rushed forward.

"The Eight Desolations are kings, I am the king!"

With a burst of shouts, the Han Dragon Spear swept away, and a violent aura was released, and this breath was full of killing meaning!

"Let's get on it!"

The Soul Lock Bone disciple also felt the unusualness of this breath, and hurriedly called the same door to meet it together.

However, as soon as the words fell, Fang Ziyu used his marksmanship to fight the clouds and rushed in front of him.

Rumble!

Wow!wow!

The Soul Bone disciple who was the leader was hit head-on on the spot, and his body turned into a blood mist in that instant, while several other disciples staggered back with their hands staggered, their eyes filled with astonishment and fear.

"Step!"

Fang Ziyu didn't give them a chance at all, and shouted again: "Liuhe divides the battle and vows not to surrender!"

Fang Ziyu took heavy steps and moved forward, and an aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared around him, like a Shura purgatory, and everyone could even feel that the domineering and stubbornness in that breath was even a kind of toughness that would not take half a step back after fighting to the death.

The shadows of the guns crisscrossed the arena, pressing down like a net from heaven and earth.

Boom! Boom!

As the shadow of the spear became more and more dense, the eight clavicle Valley disciples were suppressed by this breath and all had some difficulty breathing, and then the spear shadows turned into spiritual energy were like substance, falling in the air one after another, and the smashed martial arts arena roared loudly, and the dust was all over the place, and the eight disciples of the Spirit Valley were also gone.

Fang Han looked at all this, with an incredible look in his eyes, he couldn't believe that his son was so strong. Moreover, this kind of martial art made him a little jealous as a martial king, and looking deeply at Cheng Mo who was calm and breezy in the rest area, Fang Han felt that he couldn't understand this person more and more.

"Boom!"

At this moment, on the other side of the competition platform, there was another explosion!

The audience and a group of sect disciples looked over one after another.

But when he saw that on the competition platform, the senior brother of the Soul Lock Valley had been trampled under Wang Lingxuan's feet at this time.

"What, your juniors and disciples are dead, and you still want to run?"

It turned out that just now, the senior brother felt that the situation was not good, so he quickly wanted to jump out of the ring to admit defeat, but was discovered by Wang Lingxuan, who had been staring at him, and stepped directly on his feet.

"I think..."

"Bang!"

This senior brother, after struggling a few times, felt Wang Lingxuan's strength, and directly wanted to shout to admit defeat, but was stopped by Wang Lingxuan once.

Leaned over and hit the senior brother in the face with a punch, and suddenly the flesh and blood on his face were blurred, and his mouth was rotten, and he couldn't say a word, he could only babble and scream, and his voice was slightly harsh.

"This ......"

The audience's eyes widened.

The competition had just begun, and in less than three minutes, it seemed that the Seventh-Rate Sect Soul Lock Valley had been wiped out.

Wang Lingxuan looked down at the senior brother of the Soul Lock Bone at his feet, and said lightly: "Garbage, miscellaneous, continue to be arrogant." ”

"Bang!"

Then he kicked it over.

This Soul Bone Senior Brother, who had pretended to be compared from the beginning and wanted to preserve his strength and achieve a good ranking, sprinkled a bright red light in the air, flew out gorgeously, and landed right at the feet of Zhang Feng, the core disciple of the Lingyuan Sect!

Zhang Feng immediately kicked the figure who didn't know life and death to the side, looked at Wang Lingxuan on the competition platform, and said two words.

Because of the distance, Wang Lingxuan didn't hear what he said, but according to the shape of his mouth, he still judged that what he said was garbage.

Wang Lingxuan secretly made a decision in his heart, he must draw Lingyuan Sect in the next round and torture him well, otherwise he may be angry.

The dust on the field dissipated, and only Fang Ziyu and the disciples of the arrogant immortal sect, the disciples of the soul bone were still standing on the stage at this time, and the group was wiped out.

"How could it be ......"

"The Seventh-Rate Sect, defeated the Nineth-Rate Sect so quickly?"

"It's not just defeat, the chance to live is gone!"

The martial artists of all factions and the audience were all dumbfounded, the seventh-rate sect that was optimistic was defeated, but the ninth-rate sect that was not favored won so cleanly, this huge contrast made them difficult to accept for a while.

This is a story of a cappella.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the competition platform, fixed on Fang Ziyu, who swept across the battlefield with a spear in his hand, showing the power of the arrogant and immortal faction, looking at his novel school uniform, and a deep fear rose in his eyes.

I can't imagine it, and I can't believe it!

Originally, there were still some people who secretly said that they had good luck with soul bones, why didn't they have such good luck. After all, facing a ninth-rate sect in the first round is definitely a victory for the second round.

On the contrary, at this time, these eighth-rate and seventh-rate sects felt extremely lucky, and they did not draw the arrogant immortal sect in the first round!

So.

All contempt and ridicule can only be shattered by absolute power.

Demons!

What a wickedness!

Fang Ziyu showed with his actions that he was not the No. 1 waste in Qinghai County, and proved himself to everyone with his strength.

"Win!"

"The Pride Immortal faction has won!"

"My son, I can really cultivate, and I'm so strong!"

After a short silence, Fang Han, the county guard of Qinghai County, was so excited that he almost burst into tears!

"Very strong!"

"How did this Fang Ziyu cultivate!"

"If I do, I probably won't be able to win either!"

The participating disciples of the various sects and sects who had not yet appeared stared solemnly at the Zi Yu who was still standing proudly above the competition platform, and their eyes were slightly solemn.

The defeat of the nine people of the Soul Lock Valley of the Seventh-Rate Sect by one person has already attracted enough attention from those of them who claim to be geniuses!

"Everyone!"

Suddenly, the voice of Han above the high platform came leisurely: "In the first round of the sect competition, the winner is arrogant and immortal!"

Until this moment, the results of the game have been announced, and the bigwigs and spectators of all factions are still so unbelievable and incredible.

Contrary to the crowd.

In the rest area, the arrogance is not extinguished.

Cheng Mo's face was calm and calm, because his own disciples were picking nine, it was really a normal operation, so there was no need to be surprised.

Shi Ran Bing's face did not fluctuate at all, she knew how terrifying these three magical growth-type martial arts that Cheng Mo had taken out, mastering such martial arts was enough to be invincible at the same level, not to mention that Fang Ziyu was a martial artist, and those talents on the other side were only martial artists, and there were even a few who were at the peak of martial apprentices!

As Fang Han announced the results of the game, Fang Ziyu took back the Dragon Shaking Spear and put it in the storage bag, and walked back to the side of the senior brothers, and the ten of them walked off the competition platform and returned to the rest area of the arrogant immortal faction in the eyes of everyone.

When Wang Lingxuan and the others passed by the rest area of the Lingyuan Sect, the hateful Zhang Feng stood up again, his eyes swept over the disciples of the arrogant immortal sect, and said with his nostrils facing the sky: "A bunch of garbage, when you meet me, I can pinch you to death with one finger." ”