The vicious young man's mind was full of suspicions, and he had also studied Qixingbu, among the many speed treasures in the Tianbao Palace, Qixingbu was a relatively cheap one.

However, in order to master this footwork, the user needs to be proficient in astrological changes, so he only practiced for a while and gave up.

But a period of practice was enough for him to recognize the Seven Star Steps.

However, the footwork used by the white-shirted young man had the shadow of a seven-star step, but it had a strange twist.

Bang ......

In the void of the main hall, four gray chains suddenly drilled out like dragons and snakes, and the sound was like the most terrifying magic sound, the magic sound permeated the ears, and in the main hall, there were two people whose faces changed greatly, and the originally loose bodies suddenly swept out and rushed in the opposite direction of the fierce young man.

The chain bound the body, the vicious young man just wanted to struggle, the dense dark red runes on the chain lit up little by little, and under the shroud of a strange and incomparable power, the fierce young man who was struggling in the riot softened his body in an instant, as if he was asleep.

This is a vicious force that blinds the three treasures of the human body's essence, qi and spirit, which is enough to make the monk sink in an instant.

At the beginning, Shang Luo was able to stay awake under this force, firstly, he had the aura of slaughter and death, and secondly, his spiritual strength was extremely strong, far beyond his peers.

Bang.

The ancient guillotine falls into the main hall.

The ghost head hanging on the top of the stone frame is terrifying.

The wind howled, and the resentment was pervasive.

"At noon, behead the public. ”

An illusory and misty voice sounded, and at this moment, the ghost-headed broadsword fell with a bang.

"Why is the anger so big, young people, they are all from the same door, and they have to be forgiving and forgiving. ”

A faint voice sounded, and then, I saw a purple long sword actually blocking the ghost-headed broadsword.

The roar of the spring thunder continued to resound, and the purple electric snake swam and sprang along, bursting into an astonishing arc of lightning.

The long sword was gradually shattered into an arc by the broadsword, but the arc never broke.

"Hmph. ”

The spiritual power of the black-robed Daoist palm burst out, and the purple long sword straightened little by little, constantly pushing the ghost-headed big sword upward.

The sharp qi burst out between the swords and the sword.

......

At the same time, with a grunting sound, under the feet of the two-headed and four-armed Asura, the shadow flowed strangely like a black pool, and the surface of the black pool rippled, and a pair of ghost hands suddenly grabbed the blood-colored bones at his ankles, because the vicious young man was temporarily in a state of downtime of consciousness sinking, and the shadow ghost general swallowed a third-order dead man's fruit, his strength increased greatly, and it was because the Asura white bone puppet was dragged into the dark shadow pool by the shadow ghost general without much resistance.

The lonely shadow flowed like a splash, and immediately disappeared into the shadow at Shang Luo's feet, and only then did he raise his head, most of his face was shrouded in shadows, and a pair of dark eyes looked at the owner of the voice.

The various means in the past few breaths made the other people in the hall feel indescribable jealousy in their hearts.

The fog ghost wolf feather is not a weak person, and it is even said that it is an extremely strong existence among the fog ghosts, otherwise it would be impossible to obtain the recognition of ten seats to participate in this competition.

Strictly speaking, not counting those hidden powerhouses, the twenty or thirty people who participated in the battle for the ten seats were at least the top fifty in the Spirit Sea Realm in the White Bone Dao.

Everyone, not to mention that they can win the ten seats, but in the eyes of the ten seats, they at least have the possibility of picking up the leaks.

And the wolf feather was restrained in just a few breaths, especially the guillotine, which couldn't help but remind people of that strange existence.

The standoff continues.

On one side is a terrifying opponent who doesn't know the depth and suppresses the misty ghost wolf feather as soon as he makes a move, and on the other side is Pei Wuxi, an outcast of the Purple Yang Sect and a once famous Heavenly Thunder swordsman.

Both parties are deeply hidden powerhouses, the former needless to say, even if the latter was famous at the beginning, but now it has disappeared for many years, these two people are facing each other, maybe they can see a lot of details of the two.

Although they were invited by the Eclipse King, they were generally clear that they wanted to unite against the enemy, but after getting rid of the strange being, everyone present would immediately change from a short-term alliance to a mortal enemy.

There is only one seat in the tenth seat, and everyone wants it, and everyone wants it.

After all, in this bloody and cruel game, there is only one winner, and the remaining losers will become the stepping stones of the winners.

"The guillotine of Fatouling, the decapitation of the ghost at three o'clock in the afternoon, speaking of which, this guillotine will not be maximized until three o'clock in the afternoon, Senior Brother Lin, is this a hand-keeping?"

On the other side of the main hall, in the dark shadows, Xu Mantong pulled the little girl in the red jacket and came slowly, the original pink cheeks had a small half of the face torn, half of the mouth had no lips, and the mouth grinned to the root of the ear, revealing a weird smile.

On closer inspection, the neck is blue and black, with twist-like patterns.

The feet were clinging to the dark brown grave soil, which climbed up the trouser tube and broke apart at the knees.

and his left arm was cut off at the root, looking miserable and full of treachery.

"At the moment of the great enemy, just give me a face, and stop it. ”

Xu Mantong, or the Yin Eclipse King, first looked at Shang Luo, and then his head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, looking at Pei Wuxi.

Shang Luo nodded, retracted the guillotine, and as the ancient aura retreated, Pei Wuxian also put the purple sword into the scabbard.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you. ”

The ferocious young man who came to his senses roared angrily, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

The ghost mist floated, and thousands of ghostly breaths leaked out, rioting with the anger of the master.

The young man gritted his teeth, and was afraid for a while, although he didn't know what had just happened, but before his consciousness sank, he really felt the coming of death.

If he was the group of soft eggs in the Incense Valley and the Hundred Grass Pavilion, he would retreat whenever he encountered this white-robed young man in the future, but he was a fog ghost, a member of the strongest fog ghost army in the White Bone Dao, what he was best at was a ghost, not a white bone puppet, the failure just now was just his momentary negligence, and now, he had to use the blood of the white-robed young man to wash the shame on his body.

"Wolf Feather, are you disobeying my orders?"

An indifferent and sticky voice suddenly sounded behind the vicious young man, and the young man's body trembled involuntarily, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Smack.

Beads of sweat fell and smashed against the blood-colored stone slabs.

"I don't blame you for not hearing it clearly just now, but I'll say it again now, stop it, can you hear it clearly this time?"

A head suddenly floated to the left shoulder of the wolf feather, with a white and fat face, kind eyebrows, and a head full of silver hair and facial features stained with mud.

Goo!.

Wolf Feather spun around and swallowed.

This kind-looking old woman, he remembered it very clearly.