After rushing to the No. 3 ring, the two monks in the ring also just finished the competition, and then Yang Qingyan waited for another game, and then it was her turn to play. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a simple treatment of the loser, the old man surnamed Zhang said: "Next is No. 366 vs. No. 381, let's draw these two disciples to come to the stage!" ”

As soon as the old man's words fell, a young man dressed in white turned over and came to the ring.

This young man is about twenty years old, he is quite handsome, and his cultivation is the twelfth layer of qi refining, and after the young man came to the ring, he arched his hand to the old man surnamed Zhang and stood silent.

Seeing this young man, Yang Qingyan knew that he was the three hundred and eighty-one, and with a slight smile, Yang Qingyan also walked out of the crowd, slowly came to the ring from the stone steps, and stood there on the opposite side of the young man.

The old man surnamed Zhang saw that it was a woman, and her cultivation was only at the ninth level of qi refining, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

But the competition is imminent, he can't say anything, and immediately said: "Here the old man will emphasize the rules for you, you must not take pills during the competition, and you cannot deliberately kill the opponent, once you violate, what awaits you is abstention or a more serious end, do you know?" ”

Hearing the words of the old man surnamed Zhang, Yang Qingyan and the young man glanced at each other and nodded in unison.

"Okay, now that you know, let's get started!" The old man surnamed Zhang said, and as soon as his figure retreated, he came to the outside of the ring to activate the formation.

The young man glanced at Yang Qingyan and frowned slightly: "This junior sister, you are not my opponent, if you don't want to get hurt, you should withdraw from this competition!" ”

Hearing this young man's kind reminder, Yang Qingyan smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but the senior sister must participate in this battle, senior brother will take action!" ”

Seeing that Yang Qingyan said this, the young man in white raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then junior sister should be careful." ”

With that, the young man's palm flipped over, and a cold sword appeared in his palm, and then he held the sword and waved, and a blue blade of light slashed at Yang Qingyan's body.

With a slight smile, Yang Qingyan stepped a little, and the whole person jumped up in the air like a bird, dodging the light blade, and then stretched out his right hand, and black seeds appeared in his palm one after another.

As soon as he threw the seeds in his hand, those seeds were immediately scattered on the ring, and then countless blue lights emitted from the seeds, and in an instant, those seeds grew into thorns one after another, and they wrapped around the man in white.

Wood-based spells? The man in white saw the thorns entwined around him, a trace of strange color flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand swung continuously, and seven or eight blue light blades appeared out of thin air, and slashed down against the thorns that rushed over.

Just when the man in white was already able to cut off those thorns with his own sword, he didn't expect that the sword would only leave an inch gap on it.

"This is an ironclad thorn?!" When the man in white saw this scene, his eyes sank, and he looked at Yang Qingyan and asked softly.

"It's the Iron Thorn! Senior brother, if you want to break my thorn, I'm afraid it's not so easy. ”

Yang Qingyan smiled slightly, and with a wave of his jade hand, the iron-armored thorns that had cut out the gap immediately burst into blue light, and when the blue light dissipated, the gap also disappeared, and continued to entangle towards the man in white.

"Hmph, it's just a mere ironclad thorn, and my junior sister underestimates me too much." The man in white glanced at Yang Qingyan, who was behind the thorns, and said lightly.

"Red Fire Technique!"

The man in white let out a loud shout and slashed the long sword in his hand, and a flame instantly rose on the sword, enveloping the entire sword body.

Drink!

Throwing the sword in his hand, the sword immediately stood in the air out of thin air, the man in white glanced at the thorns in front of him, and with a heavy wave of his right hand, the flame sword in front of him suddenly burst, and the layer of flames on its surface rose three feet high, and with a long flame tail, it slashed towards the iron-armored thorns.

The Flame Sword slashed at the Iron Thorns, cutting off the Thorns in an instant, and the flames on the Sword spread along the Thorns, igniting the Thorns in a short time.

The man in white saw that the iron armor thorns were broken, and the magic in his hand changed, and the flame sword turned into a red light and rushed towards Yang Qingyan on the other side of the ring.

Yang Qingyan glanced at the flying sword that was attacking straight towards her, and did not dodge, but flicked her right hand in the void, and a purple filament flew out from between her fingers, intertwining back and forth in the air.

As if it had no length, the endless silk shuttled back and forth in the air, and in an instant, a translucent lilac net formed in front of her.

Rumble!

The red flame sword slashed fiercely at the purple net in the air, but a shocking scene appeared, the purple net that was split by the sword did not even tremble, but rolled back, and filaments spread out from the net, rolling the sword tightly.

Seeing this scene, the man in white suddenly changed his complexion, and hurriedly urged the magic to recall his sword, but no matter how he used his mana, he couldn't make the sword move even bit.

Seeing that the sword was trapped, the man in white's face changed, and then slapped the storage bag, took out a bronze mirror from it and was about to cast it, when suddenly several purple transparent silk threads wrapped around his arm at an extremely fast speed.

Then more silk threads appeared from his side, and after a while, these silk threads were like wrapping zongzi, trapping his whole body firmly in it.

Yang Qingyan in the distance saw this scene, so he put his hand down, turned his head and glanced at the sword that kept struggling and trembling in the air, Yang Qingyan grabbed the void in his right hand, and the endless silk wrapped around the sword suddenly flashed purple, and all the silk threads contracted tightly. The sword screamed and stopped moving.

As soon as the jade hand was raised, purple filaments shot out from between Yang Qingyan's fingers, connecting the bound man in white and the flying sword.

With a slight tug, one person and one sword were dragged in front of Yang Qingyan.

Just as Yang Qingyan wanted to stun the man in white in the Endless Silk, suddenly the enchantment outside the ring suddenly opened, and the old man surnamed Zhang immediately appeared in the ring and said with some surprise: "Endless Silk, isn't this thing the treasure of Uncle Ziling?" How could this junior sister have such a treasure? ”

Yang Qingyan glanced up at him, and said innocently: "The endless silk is a magic weapon given to me by my master, I don't know if it is a treasure of Uncle Ziling, I don't know what is going on with this senior brother, if there is nothing to do, I will continue to compete." ”

Hearing Yang Qingyan's words, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched, he didn't believe Yang Qingyan's words at all, it was just that he didn't want him to know that he said this, but everyone said so, and he was embarrassed to ask again. Immediately shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Senior sister doesn't need to make a move, the mighty old man of endless silk still knows a thing or two, this junior brother will definitely not be able to break free from the shackles of this treasure, so this competition is won by junior sister." ”

"That's it, that's okay."

Yang Qingyan smiled lightly, and with a twist of his wrist, the silk thread wrapped around the man in white and the sword began to retreat in an instant.

When the purple silk thread completely disappeared, the man in white glanced at Yang Qingyan strangely, and slowly stood up from the ground.