The entire martial arts arena is terrifyingly quiet at the moment.

After the Dou Huang finally removed his neck from the clamp of the purple wing, he retreated to the stage without looking back. Only when you have experienced it yourself can you know the gap between the two.

Ziyi smiled slightly and slowly lowered his hand.

After a while, an eight-star Dou Huang shouted: "Seven people go up together! Even one one-star Dou Sect can't stand the number of us!"

The remaining seven people only recovered from the shock at this moment. Soon, after this shout, the seven figures fluttered their wings and swooped forward. Seven different fighting spirits surrounded the purple wings tightly in front of the front, back, left and right.

In response to this person's shouting, Ziyi smiled lazily and did not make any movements.

Venerable Lei and the others on the central platform were overjoyed in their hearts, this kid sensed that his strength in the past was not low, even if you had broken through the Dou Sect and fought seven high-level Dou Huang alone, even if you could win, the loss would be great.

And after winning these seven people, with the strength of Qing'er who has now been successfully promoted to the Dou Zong, if you fight again, you will definitely win!

The expressions of the spectators around him are wonderful, and now it's still a knockout game! Isn't he afraid of being eliminated directly by the seven? This guy is too bold, right?

In previous years, when this kind of time, the first disciples of the Sifang Pavilion who occupied the four corners would also choose to rush up, after all, instead of letting the other seven people join forces to knock them down one by one, it is better to clean them up first, this last stage has always belonged to their Quartet.

But this year, Ziyi's direct entry into Tianyuan is undoubtedly a provocation to the other three pavilions!

Just as the seven people were bullying them.

Purple Wing slowly raised his head, the lazy smile on his face was gone, replaced by a solemn one full of indifference.

"Bang!bang!bang......"

At the same time, the seven fighting qi were shining brightly, and suddenly, one after another colored lights burst out, converging towards the center like a poisonous snake.

At this time, Purple Wing suddenly shouted angrily, and an indescribable terrifying aura appeared on the competition table so blatantly.

Cold, cruel, murderous, furious, primitive! all kinds of terrifying auras suddenly erupted.

The ten people in the field all felt a momentary panic in their souls at this moment.

Venerable Thunder and Venerable Wind couldn't help but jump up from their chairs in unison.

Savage breath! Another strong man who transforms into a demonic beast!

No one knows better than them what this terrifying aura represents! The young man in purple in front of him not only has the same ancient bloodline as Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan, but he is also a demonic beast powerhouse who has completely awakened the power of the bloodline!

That breath came and went quickly, that is, it was completely dispersed in a flash in the pan. At the same time, I saw a strange handprint on Ziyi's hands like lightning, and then put the handprint to his mouth, and suddenly, an extremely terrifying wave rippled up.

"Huangquan is furious!" with a heart-stopping roar.

The space in front of him collapsed in an instant, and it looked like the space was completely shattered.

The seven Douhuang powerhouses who had bullied him almost snorted at the same time. Streams of energy like sharp cones rushed into the brains of the seven people, and the seven figures that flew close to each other felt that their souls were almost completely pierced like a piece of paper.

When the roar completely dissipated, only countless unconscious figures were left on the stage.

On the high platform, Venerable Lei, who had just sat down, jumped up again, and his face became extremely solemn, which was a kind of energy fluctuation that even he felt at that moment.

At this time, blood slowly flowed from the eyes, ears, mouths, and noses of the people lying on the ground. This blow was a sonic impact without warning, these seven people were only afraid that their souls would be hit hard, although there was no danger to their lives, but the wounds of their souls were the most difficult to heal, and the cultivation path of these people in the future was only afraid that it would become extremely difficult!

In the field, Ziyi stood proudly, his eyes were full of arrogance, and he said lightly to Venerable Lei, who was already stunned on the high platform: "Venerable Lei, the knockout round is over. ”

"Huh?" Venerable Thunder came back to his senses. There are only four players left standing in the field, and the eight spots required for the knockout rounds have already been exceeded.

Thousands of fighters who came to watch the battle, including several powerhouses of the Sifang Pavilion, were silent at this moment.

His eyes were fixed on the purple figure on the playing table.

They even felt a little difficult to breathe and had to swallow constantly.

Purple Wing turned around slowly. Facing Venerable Huangquan on the high platform, he hugged his fists and said in a deep voice: "Teacher, the disciple is fortunate not to be dishonored!"

At this moment, the person who felt the most should still be Venerable Huangquan. There was a flash of wetness in those black and white eyes, the ancestors of Huangquan Pavilion, my Huangquan Pavilion finally exhaled a sigh of relief!

Venerable Lei's eyes glanced at Venerable Huangquan, and after a while, he seemed to be a little blamed: "Huangquan is angry, what a domineering Huangquan is angry! Brother Huangquan, if you don't make a sound, you Huangquan Pavilion is already a blockbuster! It's just that the shot is too ruthless." ”

Purple Wing replied coldly for Venerable Huangquan: "Huangquan Fu, broken souls, Lei Venerable, you should know that I have shown mercy to my subordinates, otherwise it would not be as simple as hurting their souls." ”

Purple Wing's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear it.

As he spoke, Venerable Lei also looked the purple wing up and down, and a touch of surprise crossed his eyes, this son must be wearing some kind of treasure that isolates detection, but he can still feel an extremely cold aura in the other party's body, and with his old and spicy eyesight, he can still estimate that the strength of the young man in front of him should be at least at the level of the Dou Zong, and it is definitely higher than Qing'er.

Is this kid really from the Huangquan Pavilion? But if not, what is the matter with that cold fighting spirit, that style of Huangquan and anger? When did Venerable Huangquan actually be willing to pass on this sonic fighting technique to others.

When Venerable Lei was stunned by this, the Sword Venerable, Wind Venerable, and others on the side also felt this way, and they were all a little surprised in their hearts at the moment.

Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan, and Tang Ying's gazes were also a little dull at this time. They also never expected that with just one voice, seven high-level Douhuang powerhouses would fall down so silently. Although they also knew that Purple Wing was bound to win, they could never have imagined that victory would be so easy!

Huang Quan was furious, and everyone turned their heads to look at Huang Quan Venerable, how many thousands of years ago, the Huangquan Demon Saint who made many Dou Saint powerhouses change color, is really not the existence that Huangquan Pavilion has been boasting about!

"This kid's sonic attack is stronger than it was three months ago!"

At this time, Xiao Yan's eyes became as cold as a poisonous snake, and a hideous color faintly flashed on his delicate face.

Compared with everyone, Venerable Huangquan's pale and bloodless face was much more ruddy than usual, and his voice was not so cold: "Venerable Lei, prepare for the next one, don't delay the progress of the conference." ”

Venerable Lei lightly tapped his fingers, and after a while, he smiled faintly, turned his gaze to the Wind Venerable and Sword Venerable beside him, and said, "In this way, let's start the next one." ”

At the same time, Feng Qing'er in the field suddenly turned around and saluted Venerable Lei, and said, "Teacher, in the next game, I will admit defeat!"

“......”

"Teacher, I also admit defeat!" At this time, Tang Ying also lowered his head and arched his hands and said to the Sword Venerable.

"I! admit defeat!" The two of them admit defeat, that is, Mu Qingluan is the only one left, and Mu Qingluan thinks that she is not as good as Feng Qing'er!

"Hehehe, since the three virtuous nephews are so polite, then the chief position of this year's Sifang Pavilion, I, Huangquan Pavilion, am disrespectful. Venerable Huangquan glanced at the other three Venerables and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Venerable Lei's eyes suddenly became even more gloomy, the chief of the Sifang Pavilion was not his Wind Thunder Pavilion, if he admits defeat without a fight like this today, where will his Wind Thunder Pavilion's face go!

"Qing'er, do you know what you're talking about?" Venerable Lei's tone suddenly became extremely indifferent, as if he was asking about a trivial matter, however, when it fell into everyone's ears, he felt extremely oppressed.

Feng Qing'er smiled bitterly: "Teacher, this person, the strength of the peak of the Nine Star Dou Sect!

"Hehe, Feng girl has good eyesight, yes, the apprentice has been in retreat for many years, if it weren't for the bad apprentice Wang Chen's serious injury, the deity would not have been helpless to let him out of the customs in advance, although a few virtuous nephews took the initiative to admit defeat, which damaged the face of the three pavilion masters, but after all, with the strength of the apprentice, I am afraid that even a few pavilion masters of your Wind Thunder Pavilion may not be his opponents, in the face of absolute strength, the three venerables should not be harsh on these virtuous nephews, I think that's it, this time the big comparison of my Huangquan Pavilion is not a martial victory, how?" Venerable Huangquan stroked a wisp of goatee and said with a smile, his expression could not hide the smugness.

The pinnacle of the Nine Star Dou Sect!

Venerable Lei was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly in his heart, this strength, among the people here, I am afraid that only I and the four Venerables can fight with one of them!

Venerable Lei smiled faintly, his gaze turned from Feng Qing'er to the Wind Venerable and Sword Venerable beside him, and said, "Hehe, I don't know what the two Venerables think?"

This old guy is cunning, and he has to admit defeat to the two of them, and it doesn't seem so embarrassing for the three families to lose face together, so he directly spread this shameful good thing to the Wind Venerable and the Sword Venerable.

"I'm afraid this is the most sloppy since the Quartet Competition, or not, it's time to let the old man of Huangquan, who has suffered for so many years, raise his eyebrows and puff up, I lost this face in the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion!" said the Sword Venerable with a wry smile.

"I have also recognized it in the Starfall Pavilion, is Lei Venerable satisfied?" Venerable Feng smiled, glanced at Lei Venerable, and said.

Venerable Lei said with a smile: "In this case, this big competition can be regarded as a victory for Huangquan Pavilion. Everyone, Dabi is over, you can go down the mountain, Qing'er, come with me!"

"Wait!"

Purple Wing took a step forward and pointed at Venerable Wind, "Venerable Wind, please give it back to me my righteous brother Han Feng!"

"Brother!" the corners of Han Feng's mouth kept twitching. This kid hasn't forgotten himself!