"This little beast is hiding so deeply?!"

In the stands of the Yuan family, Yuan Ba's rough face also changed, and his eyes became a little gloomy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sword cultivation, there are not many in Tiancang City, and only the Divine Sword Gate has. ”

Grand Elder Yuan Bo's tone was also heavy, his eyes were cold, he thought that the Bai family had brought a waste, but he didn't expect his strength to be so strong.

Bang Bang Bang!

On the death platform, the sound of the jade-handled dragon sword and the purple twin halberds clashing resounded, and thunder and purple-red flames reverberated between the heavens and the earth.

However, compared to the dense thunder light sword, Yuan Ming, who was holding the purple double halberd, already had a slight advantage.

"You're actually a sword cultivator?!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, a gloom flashed on Yuan Ming's face.

"That's right, but there's no prize, and after fighting for so long, it's almost over!"

Qin Yang sneered, said lightly, and in an instant, the thunder light around him was in vain.

"Thunder Sword Slash!"

Qin Yang's eyes were filled with thunder, and the sword in his hand skyrocketed in vain, and a thunder dragon rose from the sword, and immediately, he slashed down at Yuan Ming.

Kenneth !!

Yuan Ming raised the purple scale halberd in his hand to block it, and a clear collision sound sounded, and a purple scale halberd in Yuan Ming's hand flew out.

The next moment, a cold light flashed in Qin Yang's eyes, and a kick filled with thunder spiritual power also kicked Yuan Ming's chest.

Boom!!!

Yuan Ming's figure flew out upside down under that huge force, and in an instant, he fell heavily on the death platform.

Boom!

The hard death bucket was directly smashed out of a huge hole.

"Young Master Yuan Ming was kicked out?!"

In the stands of the Yuan family, the faces of Yuan Bo and the others changed suddenly.

"Fighting with weapons, Yuan Dagongzi is not the opponent of that sword cultivator. ”

"It's so strong. ”

"Crushing in hand-to-hand combat, crushing in spiritual power, weapon fighting, and equally crushing. ”

"Haha, I pressed that mysterious young man for a thousand yuan. ”

“……”

On the stands, one after another monks looked at the figure that was kicked to the death platform from mid-air, and there was a look of surprise in their eyes, and some of the monks who were pressed on Qin Yang couldn't help but have a happy face.

"Ahem!"

In the pit, Yuan Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood in his mouth, stood up, his hair became more and more messy, and his handsome face was also a little distorted.

He was actually knocked down from the air to the death platform by this little beast twice, shame, shame! He, Yuan Ming, was the first day of Tiancang City!

"Let's end it early. ”

In mid-air, Qin Yang looked at Yuan Ming in the deep pit, and quickly pinched out a trick seal with both hands, and the sword qi around his body was agitated.

At this time, his whole person was like a long sword standing between heaven and earth, attracting the attention of everyone in the death arena.

"The art of the sword, the sword is like rain!"

Qin Yang let out a low snort and waved his right hand.

Whew!

A series of fierce white mang swords formed in the sky above the death arena, and there were five hundred white mang swords all over the sky.

On each Baimang Sword, there is a sharp sword light, and the tip of the sword is facing the death bucket platform below, and the entire death bucket platform is completely shrouded by the Bai Mang Sword.

"This is the lore of sword cultivation, and the sword is like rain. ”

"A sword condensed with sword intent and spiritual power. ”

“……”

On the stands, one after another eyes fell on the white sword that filled the sky, and there was a look of shock in the pupils of their eyes.

"Go!"

Qin Yang snorted coldly, and pointed his fingers a little into the air, pointing at Yuan Ming, who had just stood up from the deep pit.

Woohoo!

Five hundred white mangs of swords pierced down towards Yuan Ming with unparalleled might.

"Damn, little crumbs, it's not that easy to win!"

Hearing the whistling sound that broke through the air, Yuan Ming raised his head and saw the sword of the white mang, his eyes were gloomy as water, and there was a bit of resentment in his voice.

"Fire Dao Secret Method, Beast Fire Burning!"

Yuan Ming's hands changed, and the purple-red flames that swirled around Yuan Ming's body were blazing, suddenly vigorous, and even became a little violent.

At the center of Yuan Ming's eyebrows, the flame mark of the Purple Immortal Yan Beast was beating hotter and hotter, as if it was about to break away at any time, and Yuan Ming's aura also surged suddenly at this moment.

Rumble!

After a while, Yuan Ming's violent and ferocious aura all over his body reached the half-step Immortal Venerable Realm!

In the stands of the Yuan family, Yuan Ba, Yuan Bo and others suddenly got up when they saw this, and their eyes fell on Yuan Ming's body.

"Young Master Yuan Ming used the Purple Immortal Fire's Origin Beast Fire to forcibly improve his strength with the help of secret methods!"

Grand Elder Yuan Bo's eyes froze, and his face was slightly ugly.

"Damn, this little beast has forced Young Master Yuan Ming to the point of using secret methods, but this should be over!"

Second Elder Yuan Ting's face sank, he stared at Qin Yang, and said in a cold voice.

With the help of secret methods to forcibly improve his strength, it is inevitable that there will be some sequelae, and after this battle, Young Master Yuan Ming will have to cultivate for at least a month.

"Half-step Immortal Venerable Realm. ”

"Grand Prince Yuan's aura has improved the half-step Immortal Venerable Realm!"

“……”

On the stands, eyes fell on Yuan Ming, who was burning with purple flames.

"Half-step Immortal Venerable Realm?"

Qin Yang's gaze froze slightly for a moment.

"Little Miscellaneous, among the same level, you are still the first one who can force Ben Shao to use the secret method, and you still use the power of the origin of the Purple Immortal Fire. ”

Under the furious purple-red flames, Yuan Ming's voice was full of resentment, staring at the white sword that fell like rain.

"Purple Flame Burning Sky!"

Yuan Ming had a hideous look on his face, and he screamed, and his hands were facing the sky.

Rumble!!!

Furious purple-red spiritual power flames shot up from Yuan Ming's hands and swept towards the five hundred white mangs of the sword that pierced through the hole.

Snort!

Under the furious purple-red spiritual power flames, the spiritual power contained in the white mang's sword was steamed.

"Little crumb, let's die!"

Rumble!

With Yuan Ming's resentful roar, the aura around Yuan Ming's body became more and more violent, and as soon as his feet stepped on the death platform, his body shot into the air.

"Purple Flame Fire, Summoning Beast Spirit!"

Yuan Ming's hands were sealed, and the furious purple-red spiritual power around his body gushed out wildly, turning into a sea of fire above Yuan Ming's head.

Rumble!

In the purple-red sea of fire, a lion-like fire-like beast covered in purple scale armor stepped out of the sea of fire.

"It's the Purple Stygian Beast!"

"The Purple Immortal Beast conjured up from the Purple Immortal Flame!"

“……”

On the stands, one after another looked at the fire-type giant beast standing in the void in mid-air, and exclaimed one after another.

Yuan Ming gritted his teeth, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, it was a ruthless color that was ruthless to Qin Yang and also to himself.

Swish!

Yuan Ming's double seal changed, and in the center of his eyebrows, the flame mark of the scorching and beating Purple Immortal Beast actually broke away from his eyebrows.

It was a miniature version of the flame mark of the Purple Stygian Beast, which was only the size of a palm compared to the Purple Stygian Beast that stood in mid-air like a small mountain at this moment.