"Ten moves, that's enough!!" Just four words, reflecting the incomparable domineering. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info made everyone's mood a little excited. He is worthy of the reputation of the fourth son of the Northern Regions and the son of lifeless.

"Hmph, hubris."

Moon Shadow had a grim complexion, stepping down, her legs slashing down with a fierce slash. Xi Mingzhi unhurriedly blocked his upper body, and his other hand turned into a fist and smashed on Moon Shadow's left leg. Moonshadow's dark green figure stepped back one after another, her left leg trembling.

Moon Shadow was slightly shocked in his heart, his strength was really strong.

"Ghost hand, ghost claw, unity, ghost shadow." Moon Shadow steadied his walk, casting Dafa, a black mist surrounded his head, and with the change of his handprint, the black room gradually condensed into a black shadow. If you feel it carefully, you will find that the aura in this black shadow is very similar to Wang Lun.

"Boom."

The black shadow in the sky, the moment the moon shadow's handprint stopped, the huge palm slapped towards Xi Mingzhi.

"Poof."

In the process of falling, the powerful force shook some of the surrounding people with poor instances and vomited blood. Seeing this, Zang Nuo waved his long sleeves, and a blue light curtain covered everyone watching the battle.

"Chatter, let's die!!" Moon Shadow smiled hideously, and her huge palm slammed down on Xi Mingji's head.

"Snort."

After slapping the palm of his hand, the ground was smashed into a puff of smoke.

"What ?!!" Moon Shadow narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had seen through the smoke and dust.

The huge palm that should have fallen was slowly rising, looking down at the bottom of the palm. Xi Mingzhi was dressed in white, and raised his giant palm with only one hand, and the gray vitality wrapped his palm, and his face was extremely calm.

"Hmph, it's a tough ghost, but it's too wasteful in your hands. And that's not enough. The gray vitality on Xi Mingzhi's body suddenly skyrocketed, and a gray pillar of fire suddenly appeared, burning the black shadow's arm into nothingness in just a moment.

When the pillar of fire rose, Zangnuo's face on the stage changed slightly.

"Roar."

The ghost suddenly let out a piercing roar, and the black mist on its body was a little scattered.

Moon Shadow's face turned pale, and a streak of blood foamed out of her mouth.

"To deal with such a waste as you, why do you need ten moves, just three moves." The corners of Xi Mingzhi's mouth lifted, and with a lift of his palm, he threw a gray ball of fire towards Moon Shadow.

Moon Shadow was indeed a little flustered in her heart, but she didn't expect that even her own mastery would not be able to suppress Xi Meiji. However, as the little master of Ghost Trace Mountain, he is known as one of the four sons of the Northern Regions, and he is called a waste, and he has some resentment in his heart.

"I'd like to see how you can solve me in three ways." Moon Shadow shouted, and a cloud of black qi burst out from his body, with incomparably demonic nature. Slowly, the clouds of black gas merged with the ghost with the broken arm.

"Roar."

After fusing with the black qi, the ghost shadow was obviously several times more powerful, and with just one roar, it shook back many people around it. A trace of black gas silently penetrated into Yang Yuanhao's body, Yang Yuanhao's body trembled, and he opened his eyes.

"Hmm." Just as he was about to get up, there was some pain in his body, which made Yang Yuanhao sigh.

"Yuan Hao, you, how are you?" Feeling some movement in his body, Zhao Wuchang asked busily. 、

"I'm fine." With Zhao Wuchang's support, Yang Yuanhao stood up and looked at the center of the Lingchi Terrace, a little stunned. "What's going on?! The battle of the Spirit Pool, it has begun?! ”

Yang Yuanhao turned his head to look at the dark green moon shadow again, frowning slightly, that's, Demon Shadow?!

Wang Lun, whose whole body was wrapped in black mist, the green fire in his empty eyes flashed slightly.

"This idiot ......"

The ghost shadow fused with black qi moved under the command of Moon Shadow, and its giant palm turned into a long black knife, slashing towards the flying ball of fire.

"Whew!!"

The fire ball only evaporated a trace of the black qi on the long black knife and turned it into nothing. Xi Mingzhi's eyes became slightly important.

"Hehe, alright." Zangnuo looked up at the sky, then turned his head and said. "Don't waste any more time, Xi Mingzhi you have already passed."

How could he not see with Zang Nuo's eyes that there was the same aura in the aura emanating from the two of them, that is, demonic qi.

"Okay, now that you have passed the test, then the qualified people stand in the center of the Lingchi platform, and those who pass will watch from the sidelines!" With a wave of Zangnuo's sleeves, the Lingchi Platform, which was originally wide enough, was actually expanded around it, forming an audience platform.

"There are exactly seventy-eight people who passed the test." As soon as Zangnuo's words came out, there was an uproar. With nearly 600 people participating, only 78 people were eligible to participate in the competition?!

"Hehe, don't be surprised! This is normal. Listen, wait a minute, I'll sprinkle seventy-eight light clusters, and you can catch them, and those who catch the same light clusters are the opponents in this battle. The winner continues to draw lots to fight until the last place remains, and the battle is over. As he spoke, with a wave of his long sleeves, clusters of various colors of light appeared out of thin air and flew towards the seventy-eight people in the center of the Lingchi battle.

Yang Yuanhao stared at a white ball of light in the air, a little under his feet, and wanted to catch it.

"Whoosh."

A horse practice flew from the side, Yang Yuanhao's luck in his hand, and the horse practice, along the look, Wang Lun hugged his chest with his arms, holding a white light in his hand, and the green fire in his eyes was vigorous. Yang Yuanhao frowned and fell down.

"Now that everyone has obtained the Light Regiment, the battle is about to begin." Zang Nuo chuckled, and with a movement of his palm, the flat Lingchi platform actually raised one battle platform after another, counting carefully, there were exactly thirty-nine, corresponding to thirty-nine pairs of battles. And each battle table has a different color.

Everyone faced the color of the light cluster in their hands and stepped onto the battle platform. Let me start by saying that you are all young people, and your sword has no eyes, but you must also know that your men are merciful. "When everyone stood on the raised platform, Zangnuo's face was serious." Now, I declare that the battle for the Spirit Pool begins. ”

At that time, the eliminators who were not qualified to participate in the battle were boiling.

Yang Yuanhao glanced around, turned around, and looked at Wang Lun in front of him, who was wrapped in black mist, with a slightly cold face.

"Jiji, I didn't expect that the first scene was to meet you." Wang Lun laughed strangely.

"Hmph, I've always wanted to learn your strength?" As soon as Yang Yuanhao's words fell, the dagger slid into the palm of his hand, infused vitality into it, and stabbed at Wang Lun with a white sharp blade.

"Boom." Wang Lun turned his palm into a fist and met the white blade.

"Bang."

The two retreated slightly, and there was a match again.

Wang Lunyou turned his palm into a black sword blade and met the dagger that stabbed at him. Seeing this sword blade, Yang Yuanhao was a little angry, in that abandoned mountain range, if it weren't for Sun Yingying's presence, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die. Thinking of this, the aura of his body suddenly rose, and he threw the dagger into the air, his palm was sealed, and streams of spiritual energy overflowed from between his eyebrows, and a flame rune was carved on the wall of the dagger's blade. With a push of his handprint, the flame rune spawned like tarsal bones on the dagger. Slightly infused with vitality, a huge flame blade appeared on his dagger. With a slanted palm, he slashed towards Wang Lun.

Wang Lun was slightly shocked when he saw this, and the inky black vitality condensed a protective shield in front of him, blocking the flame blade.

"Snort."

The blade of flame slashed down, countering the inky black protection.

"Boom, it's really not to be underestimated. It seems that in the ruins of the Litian King, you are the biggest profiteer!! As if he saw something, Wang Lun's eyes became vicious.

"Demons are demons, demons are possessed." Wang Lun's palm was sealed, and the inky black vitality actually hooked the trembling space around him. Strands of demonic energy gradually appeared, and finally after his palms were closed, they slammed into his body.

"Boom."

The demonic qi that ascended to the sky emanated from Wang Lun's body, and the other battle platforms and the Zangnuo on the high platform all looked up to this side.

"That's, Wang Lun, what a strong demonic energy."

"Yes! He won't be the reincarnation of the Demon King! ”

"I can't tell! Alas! Now the invisible boy is in trouble!! ”

“……”

Yang Yuanhao's face was solemn, and his eyes became cold.

"You, what's the relationship with that old man?!"

"What old man? Oh, you mean the hell old! Or is it the old man who visited you in Fengcheng?! Wang Lun's body was full of demonic energy, and even he spoke with incomparably demonic nature.

"You, you have a lot to do with him!!" Yang Yuanhao's vitality became more and more cold.

"Of course, he's my enlightenment teacher! Do you say that the relationship will be shallow?! Young Patriarch!! Wang Lun's eyes trembled with green fire.

Yang Yuanhao's heart trembled, and the white vitality in his body burst out wildly, surrounding his body, and there was a black air flow visible to the naked eye swimming in the color vitality. A black stripe appeared between his eyebrows, and a dark golden light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Lun's eyes froze, and he was a little surprised. Because at this time, Yang Yuanhao's breath had already surpassed the spiritual realm.

"Respect the body realm......" Zang Nuo looked at the figure in the black strong coat and muttered to himself.

"You, today, must die." The dark golden flame in Yang Yuanhao's eyes was beating, the black and white vitality in his palm was surrounding, the dagger was grabbed by him, and a shocking black shadow flickered behind him. The dagger stabbed at the surprised Wang Lun again.

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