"Boom!"

In people's eyes, two energies containing powerful spiritual power finally collided heavily in the air. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The info space seemed to be shaken by a shock, and the center of the energy convergence was like a gust of wind, raging on the tournament platform.

Immediately afterward, a figure shot out backwards and fell far away on the edge of the competition platform. At the same time, Elder Luo on the viewing platform widened his eyes even more, and his face was incredulous.

Because the figure that fell out heavily was not the black-robed young man he expected who angered him for ignoring him, but Shi Yong, the black-faced young man who was admitted to the sect by him in advance.

Elder Luo's face turned blue, and he clenched his fists and made a creaking sound. This caused the people next to him to be suspicious, "What's wrong with this old guy, excited like this?"

Seeing this scene, the millions of spectators in the square were also in disbelief, and many of them were even the bosses who opened their mouths and talked about it.

"I'm not mistaken, that is the ninth-order monk of the Spirit Realm who flew out?" After speaking, he deliberately rubbed his eyes.

"That's right, it's the one named Shi Yong. Someone nearby immediately confirmed that there was no problem with his eyesight.

"I should have thought a long time ago, this guy named Meng Yu is the blackest and biggest big dark horse in this year's Four Sects Disciple Gathering Conference, if only he had won by buying more earlier. ”

At this time, Shi Yong, the black-faced young man who fell on the competition platform, felt that the five internal tools were burning, and when he heard some whispers, his face was even more blue and red, and then a mouthful of blood sprayed out. However, he lost the ability to fight again, and only this strongest confrontation caused his internal organs to be injured five times and seven times.

He raised his head and looked angrily at the black-robed young man opposite, and before he could say anything, he saw the young man slowly walking towards him. The young man still had a faint smile on his face, but the smile was so cold that Shi Yong felt a shudder, and said in a trembling voice: "You, what are you going to do?"

Meng Yu was also not feeling well at the moment, when the energy in the center of the storm was raging in all directions, he was also hit a lot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out at that time, but it didn't look like Shi Yong was embarrassed. Moreover, he understood his current situation, not only was his injury not light, but more importantly, as the cultivation of the Wind Spirit Finger became more and more exquisite, the loss of spiritual power required was also increasing. At this time, the young man had already exhausted his spiritual power, and now even a sixth-order monk was enough to defeat him. But it's a pity that the black-faced teenager opposite is no longer among them.

He dragged his badly wounded, tired and seriously injured body, and slowly walked towards Shi Yong. His pace was so slow, but people felt an irresistible perseverance and determination. Meng Yu stopped beside Shi Yong, wiped the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth, and showed a smile that he thought was gentle. "I said I wouldn't kill you because of your kindness. ”

Looking up at the young man, Shi Yong saw the face of a young man with a faint smile, but at this moment he felt that the smile was so cold, cruel and murderous. "You've already won, what do you want?"

His voice was very small, except for Meng Yu in front of him, even the masters on the viewing platform couldn't hear what he was saying. In fact, the most important thing he should do at this time is to admit defeat, because others don't know if he still has the strength to fight. But he was negligent, he underestimated the ruthlessness of the young man in front of him, and this will also make him pay an irreparable price.

Meng Yu ignored him and continued to take care of himself, "So, I will only abolish you!"

The moment he finished speaking, a black iron rod appeared in the young man's hand, and Meng Yu did not have the slightest softness. didn't stop for a moment, he picked up the black prison iron rod and smashed it at Shi Yong on the competition platform. Although he has almost no spiritual power now, the changing nature of the Black Prison Iron Rod makes him enough to use and destroy the person in front of him who has lost the ability to resist.

Shi Yong could only stare dryly, at this time he looked at the iron rod that was rapidly enlarged and smashed down in front of him, not to mention resisting or trying to dodge, it was too late, and he could only watch in fear as he was hit by the iron rod. Because Meng Yu made a decisive move quite quickly, since the other party wanted to abolish himself, then he should be ruthless when he got the opportunity. No matter how strong a person is, he has not offended, and since he wants to be my enemy, he must have this awareness!

There was a muffled bang, and it was the magic sound of the iron rod hitting the black-robed young man's dantian and the magic sound of the iron weapon hitting the flesh. Immediately after, under the stunned eyes of the people, a scream was heard.

"Ah......h

The boy let out a scream, and then fainted. His dantian had been destroyed, and even if he was immortal after waking up, he would no longer be able to cultivate in the future.

"Goo-dong"

There was the sound of swallowing saliva from the crowd, and people didn't expect that this ordinary-looking young man would have such a resolute and ruthless heart. At this time, this wonderful competition finally came to an end, but there were no cheers and applause. This was not because the final result was somewhat unexpected to them, but it was a little regretful to see such an excellent young monk of the ninth order of the Spirit Realm burying his future in this way.

At this time, Cangxi, the girl in the crowd, was no longer worried, but her face was full of shock, she didn't expect Meng Yu to really win the final victory in this competition, and she didn't expect that the gentle-looking teenager would have such a domineering side. And Canghai beside him was secretly glad in his heart at this time, and sighed: "Fortunately, he didn't make enemies with Meng Yu that time, and organized him to help that woman." ”

"Okay! He is extremely talented, has the combat power to fight beyond the ranks, and has the courage and fortitude to become a strong man. The son can be taught, and he is in the heart of the old man. Elder Reimer on the viewing platform didn't think that the young man was ruthless, but rather agreed with his approach, and couldn't help but praise him.

At this moment, a disciple of the Medicine King Valley approached the old man and whispered a few words in the old man's ear. Then he saw a look of surprise on Elder Reimer's face, followed by some joy, and said softly: "It turns out that this is the person that the eldest lady said? ”

Elder Ling, who was not far away from Lei Mo's side, looked at the old man and frowned. What is this old guy doing? This kid he fancy is really not simple, he won't really enter the Medicine King Valley in the end, right? In that case, his own side will be at the bottom of this apprentice collection conference, although it is not much stronger than the Medicine King Valley in the past. But this time, if the Medicine King Valley accepted this young man, even if the number of disciples he finally accepted was not more than his own, he would also get a great benefit, after all, the black-robed young man on the stage at this time was the most eye-catching one except for the ninth-order master.

On the competition platform, at this time, someone had already come to the stage to carry the unconscious Shi Yong down for treatment, after all, if he could be saved, the people of the four sects could not let him die at the conference, so it would be disgraceful in front of the world. The results of the contest are obvious without being announced. Meng Yu was about to step off the competition platform, thinking that one more ranking match would be over. At that time, all the tests of the conference were over, and if I won again in the final fourth round, I would have successfully entered the top 100.

Just as the boy was about to leave, a voice with anger came out of thin air. "Slow!"

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