At this time, not only Du Qing expressed surprise at the appearance of the name Zhang Hao, but even the disciples on the other lists did not know who Zhang Hao was.

Because the Jindan disciples of the same sect, who have a little strength, most of them will have heard of each other's names.

And Zhang Hao, most of these people have never heard of it.

Of course, Zhang Hao killed Wang Yuan last time, and some of them already knew, but after all, they knew a small part.

The last time Zhang Hao killed Wang Yuan on the Wind Thunder Platform, the vast majority of the onlookers were new disciples. And most of these old disciples are in retreat or trials, so they don't know the details of this matter, and naturally they don't know Zhang Hao either.

However, Zhang Hao's appearance, although some disciples were a little surprised, did not make a sound.

Soon after, the competition officially began.

The one who jumped onto the Fengyun platform at the beginning was a disciple of the Qingling Sect.

"Yang Yuan of the Qingling Sect, come to the stage and ask for battle!Which senior brother of the Desolate God Sect has come to the stage to give teaching?"

"I'm coming!" a disciple of the Aragon Sect rushed forward, "Aragon Sect, Huang Zhiyi, please give me advice!"

Soon, the two disciples began to fight.

Sure enough, those who started to come to power were all relatively backward, and in Zhang Hao's opinion, the strength of these two people was very ordinary.

The cultivation of the eighth layer of Jindan, and the actual combat ability is not outstanding.

However, that disciple of the Qingling Sect was obviously a little stronger.

Sure enough, just after half a cup of tea, the disciple of the Qingling Sect had already won, and the disciple of the Aragami Sect was kicked out of the Fengyun platform.

Just after the Aragami Sect's disciple was defeated, another Aragami Sect disciple soon rushed forward.

The fight didn't stop at all. The disciples of the three sects of the Northern Desert Sect, the Qingling Sect, and the Desolate God Sect took turns, but the disciples of the Northern Desert Sect and the Qingling Sect did not fight with each other, they joined forces to fight against the Desolate God Sect.

The beginning of the fight. It wasn't very intense, and it could even be described as tepid, but three days later, after more than half of the disciples of the Aragami Sect participated in the competition, the scene became more and more popular.

The disciples of the Qingling Sect and the Northern Desert Sect had obviously lost their patience.

Because of many defeated disciples of the Aragami Sect. After recuperating from his injuries, he climbed the Fengyun Platform again, this kind of endless battle, which was completely a wheel tactic with the number of people, grinding across the opponent in this way.

Finally. On the evening of the fourth day of the duel, a disciple of the Aragami Sect died at the hands of a sword cultivator of the Qingling Sect.

"A bunch of scoundrels! The disciples of the Aragami Sect are all incompetent rubbish!"

The words of this disciple of the Qingling Sect completely ignited the anger of the disciples of the Aragami Sect.

Therefore, the competition also became tragic.

The disciples of the three sects became more and more ruthless, and after each fight, not one side was seriously injured. It is the death of one party.

"Wishing the sect master and the master of the Liberation Sect? Isn't this kind of competition too tragic......?

Feng Qingyang said towards Zhu Gongming and Shikong.

Zhu Gongming sneered. Said: "Sect Master Feng's words are wrong, if you can't fight and don't move your real character, what's the point? Besides, your disciple of the Desovent God Sect used shameless wheel tactics and was defeated and stepped down after resting. Again on the stage, our disciples. How can you make it to the end?"

"I think the Sect Master wishes to be right!" Shi Kong nodded.

Zhu Gongming and Shikong's attitudes seemed to suddenly become tough at this moment. This made Zhang Hao feel that something was wrong again.

Feng Qingyang naturally sensed that something was wrong, and he was about to speak, when Zhu Gongming said again: "Could it be that Sect Master Feng is scared?

Zhu Gongming's tone was full of mockery, which made Feng Qingyang very unhappy.

"Naturally not!" Feng Qingyang sneered and said, "Since the Sect Master Zhu and the Sect Master have no opinion, then the competition can continue!"

Naturally, the fight continued.

Ten days later, the battle had reached an extremely tragic situation, and even many disciples of the Aragami Sect who had cultivated a little lower did not dare to fight against the Tai again.

On the side of the Northern Desert Gate and the Qingling Sect, there are sixty monks, and nearly fifty of them have been seriously injured or died tragically in the battle, and there are still twelve disciples who still have combat effectiveness!

And on the side of the Aragami Sect, it is not much better, out of two hundred monks, more than sixty have died, more than one hundred and more people have been seriously injured, and they can no longer fight, and only thirty or so disciples still have the strength to fight.

However, the disciples on both sides who still have combat power are the true core of the sect.

The fiercest and most tragic battles are yet to come.

"I, the Asogod Sect, Meng Shentong, come to challenge, the Daoist friends of the Northern Desert Sect and the Qingling Sect, which one will come up to fight?"

A disciple in a golden robe flew up and jumped onto the platform.

As soon as this disciple appeared, it was greeted with a burst of cheers.

"Meng Shentong, the inner disciple of the Aragami Sect is ranked fifteenth!"

"It's Senior Brother Meng who is out of the horse!"

"This time, look at the people of the Qingling Sect and the Northern Desert Sect, how arrogant they are!"

"Senior Brother Meng, come on, kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Near Fengyuntai, it is already murderous.

Not only were the disciples of the three sects already full of killing intent, but even the disciples of the Desolate God Sect who were watching the battle had red eyes, eager to kill the disciples of the Northern Desert Sect and the Qingling Sect.

"Bei Mo Men Zen Yan, let me teach you the means!" "The one who came to the stage was a bald monk, naturally a disciple from the North Desert Gate, this disciple of the North Desert Gate, ** upper body, barefoot, eyebrows like a sword, the skin on the body, there is a faint golden light emitted.

"Whew!"

There were no superfluous words at all, Meng Shentong stabbed out with a sword, and a fierce sword qi instantly split the space, and three white lights condensed into a triangular aura in the air, slashing Xiang Zen Yan.

Zen Yan smiled coldly, his hands were suitable, and his hands were spread out, like a golden bird, and then he slapped out with both hands, palm after palm, and in an instant, golden waves appeared in the air.

Meng Shentong's triangular aura sword qi was slapped on it by the golden palm, making a thumping sound.

Finally. The triangular aura sword qi exploded with a bang, and Zen Yan's palm came towards him.

Meng Shentong's face changed, and he flew back again and again, and slapped one hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Buzz ......"

The flying sword trembled violently, and erupted into a violent roar. Like an angry dragon, after several stirrings, it flew out violently and shot towards Zen Yan's golden palm.

"Hiss ......"

The true yuan collided sharply, and the flying sword finally held it together with Zen Yan's golden palm after cutting through the layers of true yuan.

But the golden palm of Zen words. There is no dodge at all.

The palm of the hand was opposite the blade of the sword, and there were no scars.

This is the terrifying nature of the Northern Desert Gate, which can cultivate the physical body to the point of being comparable to a spiritual weapon.

Meng Shentong's flying sword is a genuine high-grade spiritual weapon, and it is actually under the confrontation with Zen Yan's palm. No equal.

"Chatter!"

Zen Yan suddenly roared, like an angry Buddha King Kong, only to see the golden light on his body gushing, as if there was a golden lotus blooming in the void behind him, and then his other hand also slapped out, and the previous hand was together, instantly sandwiching Meng Shentong's flying sword in it.

Meng Shentong's divine sense worked hard, constantly playing one true element after another.

And Zen words. It is as immobile as King Kong, and its legs are like roots, rooted in the ground. The expression is majestic, and the eyes are different.

"Give me a crack!"

Suddenly, Zen Yan roared violently, poked his hands, and the flying sword in his hand suddenly shook violently, and the sword body collapsed directly. Reduced to quick shards.

Meng Shentong's flying sword was actually shattered by him with both hands!

Meng Shentong's consciousness trembled. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he was horrified. The opponent's body is too strong, and the whole body is equivalent to a powerful magic weapon, almost pervasive.

And just when Meng Shentong was shocked, Zen Yan jumped over, like a fierce tiger, and the tiger came down the mountain!

"Roar!"

This time, Zen Yan changed his palm to a fist, and both fists burst out at the same time, and even erupted into a mighty and low tiger roar.

"Bang bang!"

These two laps slammed firmly on Meng Shentong's body.

On Meng Shentong's chest, two huge holes appeared instantly.

"Die!"

Zen Yan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and one leg swept out.

"Boom!"

The violent True Yuan exploded in an instant, and Meng Shentong, who had not yet landed in the air, was directly exploded by this kick, and his entire body completely burst open, turning into countless blood water!

Meng Shentong is dead!

Meng Shentong, who ranked fifteenth among the inner disciples of the Aragami Sect, was killed by Zen Yan in an almost violent way.

It's shocking.

And the disciples of the Desovent God Sect who were still cheering for Meng Shentong just now fell silent at this time.

"Who else, come up to fight?" Zen Yan didn't seem to have any effect, and his breath was still extremely long.

On the side of the Aragami Sect, almost all the top twenty disciples at this time were gathered together, and as for the others, it was impossible to join a battle of this level at all, because there was no point in fighting at all, and coming to power was to send them to death, and it would not play a role in the consumption of wheel warfare.

"Let me go!"

The person who opened his mouth was Jin Wuwen, the seventh-ranked monk of the Aragami Sect, this is a monk who uses a double hammer, named Luo Lie, who is famous for his strength and domineering, and when he fights with Zen Yan, it is violence against violence, Luo Lie has some hope.

"Okay, this battle, you go!" said a man dressed in white on the side of the Aragami Cult.

As soon as the man in white spoke, everyone else around him looked at him, with awe and reverence in their eyes.

This person's name is Wen Feixian, and he is now the number one disciple in the Aragami Sect, and he is the monk who is most likely to break through the Yuan Infant.

There are even rumors among many disciples that Wen Feixian has already stepped into the Yuanying realm with half a foot.

In this battle, Wen Feixian is the real spiritual pillar, and in the end, it depends on Wen Feixian's performance that the final victory or defeat can be decided.

"Let me Luo Lie come to see how powerful the Buddha Lotus Golden Body of the Northern Desert Gate is!"

When Luo Liefei came to the stage, a golden hammer slammed out, and a rolling wave of air was set off.