The scorching sun shone on the bluestone, and the atmosphere in the Valley of the Ghost Gods was hot.

A ring with a radius of 100 miles was divided by Jian Guzi with sword qi.

Seeing such a situation, the swordsmen around them all understood that the real sword comparison was only beginning now.

I saw that his gray robe and white hair fluttered in the sleeve of the sword valley robe, and nine rays of light flew out from the sleeve, falling in front of Xiao Jiange and the other nine people floating quietly.

"When you pour your true qi into its light, the light will be connected to your respective opponents, and your opponents will be your next opponents. Jian Guzi stood in front of the five-zhang high boulder and slowly explained to the nine people.

There are four big red characters on the boulder, the ghost and the sword ratio, this boulder and the big characters have become the background of the entire circular ring from a distance, magnificent atmosphere.

When the words fell, the faces of the nine swordsmen were different.

Immediately, everyone held the light floating in front of them, and the true qi in their hands surged, pouring into it, and suddenly the light bloomed, and the beams of light were all transmitted from the light in their hands, and they were connected at the same time.

Seeing the distribution results, everyone had different expressions.

Xiao Jiange's light was connected to Dao Wuxin, which meant that the two of them were the next opponents.

Dao Wuxin's indifferent gaze was cast towards Xiao Jiange, and there was a rare look of expectation in his eyes.

Xiao Jiange smiled helplessly, this is a strong enemy, Xiao Jiange thought secretly, and at the same time his heart ignited a little war.

The Qingxinmen of the three major forces in the Central Plains, thinking of this, the corners of Xiao Jiange's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, let me see how much power the disciples who came out of the three major forces can do.

Xiao Jiange looked at the other people, and couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw their battle.

Nangong Song and Dance is flawless, seeing that these two people are in a line, Xiao Jiange can't help but pinch a cold sweat for Nangong Song and Dance, she is afraid that this sword match has little chance of winning.

Nangong sang and danced, but he didn't care at all, but looked at his opponent with curiosity on his face.

Song Wujian smiled slightly at Nangong Song and Dance with great self-cultivation.

The distribution of the other few also shocked Xiao Jiange.

Liu Qingfeng faced his own junior brother Mingxuan, which was very interesting, and Xiao Jiange couldn't help but feel a little interesting.

Liu Xin faced the three swords, and seeing the two generals fighting, Xiao Jiange pinched a cold sweat for Liu Xin, after all, the three swords of the absurdity have seen it for themselves.

"I really don't know how many swords she will survive under the hands of the three swords?" Xiao Jiange suddenly became a little interested, and when he saw the ghost god sword venerable sword Guzi with the demeanor of a master, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief for Liu Xin, with the master by his side, presumably the three swords of the desolate swords would not dare to kill at will.

The nine and eight people all had opponents, and Duan Yuran couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at the unresponsive light in front of him.

Duan Yuran's stupid appearance caused Liu Xin to laugh, which made Liu Qingfeng beside him jealous.

Because the number was not even, the remaining man had a bye and waited until the next round. Jian Guzi said slowly.

Duan Yuran couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard this, thinking about this

The scene is a little familiar, as if Xiao Jiange, the Sanfu Dabi of Dongsai, was so lucky.

Duan Yuran couldn't help but cast a glance at Xiao Jiange when he thought of this, and after Xiao Jiange was puzzled, he suddenly became enlightened, "Little paragraph is lucky, compared to me back then." ”

"Haha, a fluke. Duan Yuran said with a smile.

"Four rays of light, white, yellow, red and blue, the competition is carried out by white and blue, and the swordsman of white mangs plays. Jian Guzi said with a smile. Goshoya

Bai Mang's are Liu Qingfeng and Ming Xuan.

The two slowly came to the round ring, and the two faced each other from afar.

As the two of them came on the field, there were also voices of discussion around them.

"Is that blue-robed man Liu Qingfeng, the eldest disciple under the Ghost God Sword Venerable?"

"The other person seems to be Ming Xuanye, the third disciple of Mingzi. ”

"Then this competition is a contest between brothers and sisters. A Mai swordsman suddenly became interested, and couldn't help but lift the wine jug on his waist and take a big sip.

"He is worthy of being a disciple of the Ghost God Sword Venerable, and even such a difficult test can be passed, which shows that he is extraordinary. Someone whispered.

Xiao Jiange and Duan Yuran also looked at the two on the field with interest.

"Who do you think has a better chance of winning?" Xiao Jiange asked as he looked at Duan Yuran.

"I can't say, although I have had a few tricks with Liu Qingfeng, I don't know much about his third disciple Mingxuan. Duan Yuran said slowly

The competition of the same disciple and brother undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention.

in the ring

Liu Qingfeng stood faintly in a green robe, his sleeve robe moved slightly with the wind, and the white hair on his temples fluttered slightly, looking from a distance, he had the demeanor of a master.

Ming Xuan was also wearing a white and gray robe, black hair and shawl, his eyes were dark, and he looked at the senior brother in front of him with a lot of feelings.

Jian Guzi looked at the two disciples on the field in front of the five-zhang high boulder and smiled, both of them were cultivated by themselves, one of the wind sword intent is superb, and the other can realize a set of swordsmanship by himself, and his qualifications are amazing.

"Senior brother, junior brother" Liu Xin looked at the two people on the field helplessly, both of them were their own senior brothers, so Liu Xinqiao couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment on her face.

After all, it is not good for me to support anyone as a junior sister and senior sister, so I simply don't care about the two people on the field, Liu Xin suddenly quietly looked around, and then secretly walked in the direction of Duan Yuran.

"Hey," Liu Xin came to Duan Yuran's side and patted Duan Yuran's shoulder violently and said to him.

"Hmm, Miss Liu, why are you here? But there's something to look for?" Duan Yuran couldn't help but smile when he saw someone coming, and said with a fist at Liu Xin.

"What's the matter, can't I look for you if it's okay?" Liu Xin snorted angrily, clasped her hands into fists and said.

"Eh" Duan Yuran was speechless for a while.

Xiao Jiange and Nangong Song and Dance both cast slightly surprised glances at the two.

"Anyway, why didn't you come to me and get your clothes back after saying goodbye that day?" Liu Xin suddenly looked at Duan Yuran with beautiful eyes and complained.

At the beginning, Duan Yuran didn't come to him to ask for a coat, but Liu Xin was depressed for several days, and it was not easy to come to Duan Yuran to pull down, after all, she was a girl.

Today, seeing that Duan Yuran looked indifferent from beginning to end, he suddenly became angry, and when he saw his senior brother on the field, he came uninvited.

"Hmm, what kind of clothes?" Duan Yuran was shocked when he saw Nangong Song and Dance looking at him maliciously, and pretended not to know.

"It's this mink coat!" Liu Xin suddenly frowned, took out a white and blue mink coat and said.

Duan Yuran's eyes froze, and he secretly exclaimed.

"Okay, little paragraph, you use my clothes to deceive the girl!" Sure enough, an unbelievable cheer suddenly came