It's a pity that this scene didn't last long, an iron whip passed through the air, sweeping the chaotic ring out of a clear space, and Tian Ming was standing there, looking at Feng Ling's moves, and the battle intent in his eyes was becoming more and more surging.

I saw that the hand he held the iron whip was slightly forced, and the iron whip that was originally like a stick seemed to come to life, and began to detach one by one, but if you look closely, there is a transparent special substance in the middle of the iron whip body of this section, connecting these separated whip bodies together.

What kind of strange weapon is this, Di Jun and the others all stared at the iron whip in Tian Ming's hand curiously, wanting to see what the transparent substance in the middle of the iron whip was.

But Tian Ming's movements were very fast, and after the whip change was completed, he jumped high and swung towards the wind order, and the whip instantly extended, tearing open the chaotic wind domain created by the wind order, and went straight towards the wind order in the center.

Feng Ling was startled, swung the sledgehammer, struck the whip to the side, and then swung the hammer again, the entire air above the ring was carried by his movements, and a visible vortex of vitality appeared in Feng Ling.

When Tian Ming saw this scene, he finally put away his smiling face, his face became heavy, and he knew that he had underestimated the genius of the Beishan Sutra, but it was still too late, the vitality in Tian Ming's body was furious, and all the power was also frantically injected into his whip, and then swung towards the wind order.

This whip extended again, the whole body bloomed brightly, and it was also like a magic knife, directly cutting the vitality vortex of the wind order, the whip was still undiminished towards the wind order, the wind order looked at the approaching whip shadow, and it was also a gesture change, the vitality vortex immediately disappeared and melted into the hammer in his hand, the hammer originally made of metal turned milky white at this moment, which was the color of the yuan liquid, and under the wave of the wind order, the hammer seemed to turn into a roaring beast.

The hammer and whip slammed together, and the roar that erupted resounded throughout the audience, causing all the geniuses to cover their ears or protect their ears with their vitality to avoid being injured.

In the end, the ring slowly quieted down, revealing two figures on the ring, both of them were panting with their weapons there, Tian Ming's whip was also restored to his iron bar state again, and the two of them looked at each other like this.

In the end, it was Na Feng Ling who smiled and said: "Brother Tian Ming's strength is really strong, this time I lost, next time, I will definitely come to Brother Tian Ming again to ask for a few tricks." ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you. Tian Ming also replied with a smile, then put the whip into the mustard seeds, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the ring.

On the other hand, the wind order has been smiling and looking at the back of Tian Ming who is far away, and then a mouthful of blood is held out, and his body slowly falls forward, no wonder this wind order will say that he is defeated, it turns out that he was seriously injured, but he has been suppressing it, and now he finally can't suppress it.

The genius of the Beishan Sutra stepped forward and carried him back, the medical officer stepped forward to take a look, turned over the body of the wind order, and exposed his back, everyone saw that the back of the wind order had all turned blue and purple, this Tian Ming didn't know how to attack, and injured him from the back of the wind order.

In fact, just like the previous ones, this time, there are not many geniuses who really saw Feng Ling's injuries, Jiang Yak and Xing Zhan of the Nanshan Sutra, Chi Xiu and Yujiang of the Beishan Sutra, and Emperor Jun and Qianhuang of the Middle East Ershan Sutra, and they were the only ones present who saw the whole process thoroughly, and when the hammer of the wind order and Tian Ming's whip were connected, the tip of the whip made a strange turn, turned ninety degrees, and was fiercely pumped on the back of the unsuspecting Feng Ling.

And this is still Tian Ming's last retraction, otherwise this whip is enough to kill Feng Ling.

So Feng Ling also directly and simply admitted defeat, although he did not have the capital to continue fighting, but it was not as frustrated as opening his own mouth.

The first battle was won, the entire Xishan Jing was slightly boiling, all the geniuses were excited, and Tian Ming's victory also completely stimulated the fighting spirit of the geniuses of the Xishan Sutra, and they were screaming there one by one to play.

This scene also made the geniuses of the North Mountain Sutra completely unhappy, and conveitely, some of the words that the geniuses of the West Mountain Sutra said when they were excited also underestimated the geniuses of the Southern, Central, and Eastern Three Mountain Scriptures, and what was even more arrogant was that this group of geniuses of the West Mountain Scripture did not lower their voices at all, and those words were also successfully transmitted to the ears of the geniuses of the rest of the Mountain Scriptures.

Suddenly, in the entire martial arts arena, all the geniuses of the Mountain Scripture were a little dissatisfied with the geniuses of the later Western Mountain Scripture, and some of them even temporarily put aside their grievances and hatred of the enemy.

After Tian Ming went down, immediately a genius with the Xishan Sutra stepped forward and occupied the ring first, like Tian Ming, this genius of the Xishan Sutra also asked for advice from all the geniuses around him except for the Xishan Sutra, his tone was very arrogant, and his words were very arrogant, it seemed that Tian Ming's victory just now gave him great confidence.

As soon as the genius of the Xishan Sutra finished speaking, the entire genius of the Central, Northern, and Southern Mountain Sutras was angry, and even the Jingyi of the Dongshan Sutra were also a little angry.

In the camps of the central, northern, and southern regions, it took hundreds of days to get up together, wanting to go down to teach this arrogant Xishan Jing genius a lesson, and when he saw so many people standing up at the same time, he was also a little nervous, and his neck shrunk.

"Hey, hey, it's one-on-one, you still have to follow the rules. ”

"It's natural, I'm coming to you. ”

Just as the young man of the Xishan Sutra finished speaking, a voice overwhelmed the audience, and it was the cultivation of the Beishan Sutra that spoke.

After he finished speaking, he also came to the ring with a few ups and downs, quietly looking at the Xishan Jing youth opposite, and on the surrounding stands, those geniuses who got up saw Chi Xiu appear, and they all sat down, although Chi Xiu was defeated in the hands of Jumang, but his strong strength still left a deep impression on everyone, so no one went to grab it with him.

"Beishan Sutra Xiu, please ask this Taoist friend to help. ”

Chi Xiu also opened his mouth lightly, and a sword and axe appeared on his hands, he was ready, and waited for the genius of the Xishan Sutra to take the lead, and this contemptuous look also made the genius of the Xishan Sutra slightly angry in his heart, and with a swipe, he pulled out the bath master long sword, and screamed and killed Chi Xiu.

Chi Xiu's expression was cold, the skin on his body slowly turned bronze, and he let the long sword slash at his bloom, making a sound of gold and iron, and the genius of the Xishan Sutra was suddenly blinded.

Looking at Chi Xiu's arm, which was just cut out by himself, he was a little suspicious of life, this is still a human race, how can it have a body comparable to a divine beast, you must know that in terms of physical body, the human race has always been weaker than the beast race, just because the beast race has rough skin and thick flesh.

"Average strength. ”

Chi Xiu looked at the genius of the Xishan Sutra who looked at him stupidly and also opened his mouth to comment, this comment is really a bit like the feeling of the elders commenting on the juniors, and the feeling of humiliation for the genius of the Xishan Sutra is becoming more and more intense.

The eyes of the genius of the Xishan Sutra turned red instantly, and he waved his long sword and slashed towards Chi Xiu frantically, and Chi Xiu naturally would not stand still and let people fight, he also waved the sword and axe in his hand to block all the attacks of the genius of the Xishan Sutra.

"It's slowing down. ”

The words of the comment came out again, completely making the genius of the Xishan Sutra crazy, this is humiliating him, hateful, hateful, the teeth of that genius are about to be crushed.

This scene was seen in the eyes of the geniuses of the Xishan Sutra, and they also sighed helplessly, they all saw that the difference in strength between the two people on the stage was too big, and the genius of the Beishan Sutra ended up in order to humiliate him, which also made the geniuses of the Xishan Sutra in the stands very angry.

However, the geniuses of the Xishan Sutra were angry, but the geniuses of the Beishan Sutra were very happy, and all the evil anger of the defeat of the wind just now was exhaled, and the geniuses of the Central and Southern Ershan Sutras who watched this scene were also quite refreshing.

In the ring, the genius of the Xishan Sutra was also completely lost, the vitality in his body was furious, and he directly used his killer weapon to hit Chi Xiu, but Chi Xiu also took it easily, and a dodge fell in front of the panting genius of the Xishan Sutra, the big axe was gently placed next to his neck, and the sharp axe blade made the genius of the Xishan Sutra feel a chill in his heart.

"You're defeated. ”

Chi Xiu said lightly, which shocked the genius of the Xishan Sutra, lowered his head, and had an unwilling look on his face, but Chi Xiu didn't care so much, he put away the knife and axe, put in the mustard seeds, and then turned around and got out of the ring.

The genius of the Xishan Sutra also got up slowly, no longer with the same vigor as when he first came to power, and withdrew gloomily.

One win and one defeat is a very normal thing, but the geniuses of the Xishan Sutra don't think so, they are all dissatisfied with Chi Xiu's torture and killing of their Xishan Sutra geniuses, so the next Xishan Sutra geniuses are also aimed at the people of the Beishan Sutra, and the master on the ring turned around again and came to the geniuses of the Xishan Sutra and the Beishan Sutra, which made Di Jun, Qianhuang and Jiang Yak watch the play again.

Although there are some geniuses who will challenge the three veins of Emperor Jun, Qianhuang and Jiang Yak, there are also some geniuses who will challenge Di Jun, Qianhuang and Jiang Yak, but after all, they are a minority, and time passes little by little, and both Xishan Jing and Beishan Jing have played real fire, and they have fought one or two hundred battles in the ring, and the victory or defeat is almost the same.

"Whew. ”

There is another fierce battle in the ring, this friendly match has been played by these geniuses below, almost every competition has one or two geniuses seriously injured, but also made Xuanyuan and their big bosses hurt their brains, and finally after discussion, it was decided not to continue, in order to let Dijun and their little cubs fight for the last day, it will be completely over, anyway, there are only seven or eight days left before the conference that Xuanyuan will hold, and it is good to end it now.

Just behind Di Jun, when a genius of Zhongshan Jing who had not yet appeared was about to appear, the sound of breaking the wind came from the southern sky again, and on the high platform, Xuanyuan looked up at the south, and his face was also happy, he stood up and walked towards the south.

Subsequently, the Shennong clan and the rest of the four mountain scripture bosses also followed, and they went towards the south in a mighty way, and above the sky in the south of the mountain more than ten miles away from the martial arts field, the figure of the Xuanyuan clan appeared, looking at the boat ship like a shell that was rapidly swept in front of him, and he also laughed.

If Di Jun was here, he would have found that there were many of his acquaintances on this shell.

"Fellow Daoist. ”

The shell stopped in front of Xuanyuan, who looked at a thin old man in front of him and greeted him with a smile.

"Xuanyuan Daoyou. ”

The old man also stepped forward and saluted to the Xuanyuan clan, isn't this old man the ancestor of the southern Jingba country, the Great Hao Holy Emperor, among the hundreds of figures on the shells behind, standing in the front is not Hou Ning and Hou Zhao, as well as Yu China's Xiuqi.

After the Great Saint King of the Naba Kingdom stepped forward, an old man behind him stepped forward with a smile and saluted to the Xuanyuan clan, this old man was also the Holy King of Yu China.

The Terrans of the Sea Classic have finally arrived.