The sense of anxiety rose faintly, and sure enough, there were hundreds of people, each with all colors, or there were mountains outside the mountains, and there were people outside the people.XshuOTXt.CoM

It's really disappointing that this demon cultivator can dissolve the strongest boxing technique that he is proud of with just the strength of his physical body.

But in an instant, she immediately extracted four elements from the four spirit beads in her body and blessed them into her fist to strengthen the power of the Five Elements Divine Fist. It's just a pity that the blazing fire is not in the body, otherwise the five elements will be blessed at the same time, and the strength will increase by more than five times, which will definitely make Cheng Mei uncomfortable.

Even so, the purest elemental blessings between the four heavens and the earth also made Cheng Mei feel a huge power, he didn't understand why the fist that he could deal with just now suddenly skyrocketed in power, but thinking about the previous experience of watching the battle, he immediately thought that the other party was a five-attribute element monk, so it was not surprising that the fist power would increase.

At the same time as the alarm bell in his heart sounded, he also burst out with an amazing force, roaring, his fists were in the wind, whirring and colliding, and once again shattered the new wave of attacking fist shadows into a sky of streamers.

Half an hour later, the two were still inseparable, but they were both physically exhausted because of their best efforts.

After Qian Zhenyan saw the opportunity, he once again played a wave of Five Elements Divine Fist, and while Cheng Mei was busy coping, he immediately sat cross-legged, pulled out the blood-colored nine-stringed piano with both hands, and plucked it with both hands, the sound of the piano was loud, and the ethereal sound of the piano rushed towards Cheng Mei's Yuan Shen, making his burly figure stunned, and the Yuan Shen was temporarily troubled and sluggish.

It was this faint moment, several five-colored fists hit his chest, banging a few times, blood mist splashed, Cheng Mei was shocked and took a few steps back, opening his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

This realization made him feel very bad. The other party will actually confuse the sound skill of the Yuan Shen, how can this be fought?

As I said before, although the demon cultivator is strong in his body, he is weak in the Yuan Shen, so even if he is now at the same level as Qian Zhenyan, he can't escape the attack of the Yuan Shen Yin, and if he continues like this, he will definitely be defeated.

Anger made him raise his head to the sky and roar. After squeezing a fierce expression on his dark face. With a swipe of his right hand, a sharp white fang appeared in his hand.

Looking at the weapon in the opponent's hand, Qian Zhenyan immediately realized that this was his natal weapon. It was tempered with a part of his body, and the demon clan's natal weapon should not be underestimated, because it was a part of their body, and it was connected with their minds. Pretty much whatever you want.

Qian Zhenyan was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, but she didn't play the Five Elements Divine Fist again. She was thinking about what tactics to use to deal with the opponent's natal weapon.

After thinking quickly, she summoned Shui Ling'er, still using the principle of overcoming steel with softness, and following her instructions. Turning Shui Ling'er into the shape of a water-colored long silk horse, people mistakenly think it's just a magic weapon.

But the monks who are proficient in the way of instruments can see that this water-colored long silk is not a weapon. I couldn't tell what material it was made of from it, so I stared at this long silk strangely. Desperately trying to see what it was.

The high-ranking monks on the rostrum were the same, they couldn't see what this water-colored long silk was, it seemed to be more advanced than the nine-rank high-grade magic weapon, but it didn't look like a half-step immortal weapon, what was it?

Cheng Mei, who had been disturbed by anger, didn't notice the difference between the water-colored long aya and the weapon at all, he screamed and rushed forward, and the weapon in his hand continued to debut with white light, like a white sword blade, they all rushed to Qian Zhenyan on the opposite side.

From these white blades of light, Qian Zhenyan felt infinite power, which was the ultimate embodiment of power, and it was the fusion of all the power of Cheng Mei.

It was almost impossible for her to imagine that any blade of light that struck her would leave her scarred, and she might even be cut in half!

Sure enough, she deserved to be a genius disciple in the Western Wilderness Demon Clan, she thought to herself, but her hands didn't stop, and the two piano sounds broke through the air again.

At the same time, Shui Ling'er, who was completely uncontrollable by his mind, spun up quickly, condensing a fixed line of defense ten meters in front of Qian Zhenyan's body, grinding all the white light blades into ashes, preventing any of them from being bullied in front of Qian Zhenyan.

The strong water elemental power continues to surge from heaven and earth into Shui Ling'er's body, she is originally transformed by a 10,000-year-old shark bead, and can absorb all the water energy between heaven and earth to supplement her own use, so even if Cheng Mei's power is extremely strong, it is not enough to see in front of her.

With the continuous rotation of the water-colored long aya, countless water droplets quickly surrounded, and it only took a breath of time to condense into an incomparably thick water-colored light curtain in front of Qian Zhenyan, firmly protecting her inside.

All the audience were stunned, because this picture looked so beautiful, in the light curtain of the surging water, a water-colored long silk was like a dancing beauty, dancing gently, and after the long aya, the beautiful woman in red clothes and black hair was playing the piano, as if she was accompanying the long aya, which made the solemn atmosphere of the battlefield melt a lot.

When everyone was immersed in such a wonderful picture, Cheng Mei kept scolding angrily, he was panting and constantly sacrificing light blade attacks, but they were all blocked by the water-colored light curtain, although the water-colored light curtain was also shattered by his countless light blades, but it could be repaired instantly, so it was always a complete water curtain, and he couldn't get close to the other party at all.

The most terrible thing is that the opponent is still releasing sound skills continuously, making his Yuan Shen dizzy for a while, and every time he is dizzy, his body is slightly stunned, as if he has been cursed by some kind of curse, which is a headache.

If you continue like this, after your physical strength is completely exhausted, you will also lose, and you will really have nothing to do.

Cheng Mei had no other way but to admit defeat helplessly, and he was not a personal disciple of the Demon Venerable Shenfeng, but he didn't have any half-step immortal weapons, so he could only admit defeat.

When he put away Shui Ling'er and the blood-colored nine-stringed qin, Qian Zhenyan saw that Ning Youshu on the side of the ring in his right hand also admitted defeat, Leng Feiyan won, and it happened that he also looked at him, and a smile of encouragement squeezed out of his pale face, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

In the battles that followed, they were not the strongest in the Yuan Infant Stage, and most of these Yuan Infant monks from the first to the ninth floor were to increase their knowledge, or to learn from each other, so Qian Zhenyan won very easily, and almost did not use any external force to help.

Three days later, Qian Zhenyan had firmly guarded the ring of the Yuan Infant Period, and there was almost no suspense.

And in the ring next door, Leng Feiyan also won several games in a row, his sound skill realm was too strong, and he was simply invincible in the same rank, which gave countless distraction monks a headache.

At this moment, Gu Mo, who had been sitting firmly in the player's seat, moved, and saw that his body was in a vertical position, and he jumped into the ring of the distraction period without hurry.

He was opposite to Leng Feiyan, one black and one white were incomparably distinct, and the audience immediately erupted in amazing screams, all of which were the screams of female cultivators, how could the genius disciples of the two top sects of the Great Wilderness not let countless female cultivators scream?

The white-clothed Gumo is graceful and gentle as water.

The black clothes are cold and cynical, and they look more like Young Master Kuo.

Originally, this was not the result Gu Mo wanted, but seeing that Leng Feiyan had won three days in a row, he knew that he could not avoid fighting with him, so he had to jump into the ring, intending to really compete with him.

The most important thing is that a strong desire suddenly swelled up in his heart, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

His eyes unconsciously looked at Qian Zhenyan, as if he wanted her to witness who was stronger and weaker between himself and Leng Feiyan.

This is a man's humble self-esteem, and it is the desire of every man to defeat his rival in front of the woman he loves the most.

Qian Zhenyan instantly saw through his thoughts, and her heart sank slightly, no matter which of the two of them was injured, it was really not the result she wanted. But she is also very helpless, those two are the best people, whether it is for her or not, there will always be a day when they will compete.

And she is just a fuse.

"Brother Leng." Gu Mo first clenched his fists and smiled.

"Don't spare your hands!" Leng Feiyan laughed, and the laughter was extremely flamboyant.

With the smiles of the two blooming, there were countless female cultivators screaming wildly, and the male cultivators couldn't help frowning, do you want to live, aren't they just two handsome guys, is it worth your like this?

But they are not fish, how do you know the joy of fish? Even if you can't get it, it's a good memory to be able to take a closer look. Countless nuns thought to themselves.

So after a short boiling, the two handsome guys in the ring moved, first Gu Mo took out his shocking sword, the long sword shook, the sword move poured like water, and it attacked beautifully.

His posture was so graceful that all the nuns were silent and had tears in their eyes.

I've never seen a man dance a sword so beautifully, it's really terrible! All the nuns thought about it.

Almost at the same time, Leng Feiyan also moved, he didn't use his good sound skills this time, he also took out a sword, this is Gu Mo, even if it is the first time Qian Zhenyan sees him make a sword, it turns out that he will also use a sword, both of them thought.

When their eyes all fell on Leng Feiyan's sword, they were immediately shocked.

This is obviously also a superb good sword, no less than the strange sword in Qian Zhenyan's hand, the main thing is that this sword is not ordinary at first glance, neither like the strange sword, nor like Kurosawa's sword is black and heavy, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

Leng Feiyan's sword was so dazzling, the silver light shone, illuminating the entire ring as bright as day.

At this time, the sky was already dark, it was midnight, but the distraction period at this time was extremely bright, and the two figures shrouded in silver brilliance were like celestials, one was as elegant as the wind, and the other was cold and evil.

At the same time, the millions of female cultivators held their breath and kept their eyes open, lest they miss a single detail.

Leng Feiyan's silver sword quickly shook out a sword curtain, colliding with Gu Mo's purple sword stream, and after several encounters, the two were evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

When Qian Zhenyan watched it with relish, he felt that someone jumped into his ring, and stared at it, it turned out to be the banshee cultivator, the nine-tailed fox Yuliang. To be continued.