Under the command of Yan Jie, the Fu Seal Academy was quickly divided into nearly a hundred teams of five people, except for those with special tasks, the remaining more than 400 people were all in accordance with the ratio of two Fu Seals, one spiritual power, one fighting spirit, and one magic, and formed a team between attributes, intercepting the students of the Qi Medicine Academy who rose into the air one by one and rushed over without any scruples!

This is a very painstaking detachment work, Yan Jie spent a lot of time on this, he designed a rough detachment list in his mind very early, and at this time, in the face of this battle, only a part of the fine-tuning was carried out.

But everyone knows the difficulty of this job and the wear and tear of spirit, especially after forming a team, assign each team to a more reasonable enemy, so that it will not collapse because of the mutual restraint of attributes......

This is more than three times more difficult and time-consuming than the initial detachment process.

To be able to do this job on the first day of the class battle, Yan Jie must be familiar with at least a thousand classmates or enemies who were strangers before!

This is by no means an easy thing to do.

But he did.

As a result, five hundred people rose up in an instant, looking for their opponents in a very orderly manner, and everything seemed so orderly.

The deep light and brilliant magic of the talisman seal waved in the field, and one after another spiritual power training and vast fighting skills rose in the air, illuminating the entire martial arts arena.

The battle of hundreds of people was cut into pieces of small battlefields, and the ten major attributes were vertical and horizontal, light and darkness were forested, ice and fire were stirred, the wind and snow were flowing, and the water was moving the wood grain...... The boundless collision pulled out a large curtain in the huge battle platform, and overlooking it, it was full of flashing figures and passionate and generous chanting!

In the center of the curtain are five zones of life and death that no one dares to approach.

In particular, the large circle in the middle is the first.

In the huge circle of dozens of acres, there are a few small figures scattered around, and if you don't look carefully, you can't even see the outline of the person clearly.

But it is such a few people who exude endless brilliant brilliance on their bodies.

In the Yuan Eighteen Independent Field, his hands were folded together, and he didn't pull them apart, but suddenly bulged, and a stream of golden light came out of it, gradually permeating the entire circle.

"Thousand, spirit, gather!"

He roared, and before the boundless peach blossoms rose, he didn't stop, and roared one after another in a hurry:

"Ten thousand spirits gather!" "Ten thousand spirits gather!" "Ten thousand spirits gather!"

"Thousands of gatherings, gathering thousands of spirits...!"

As soon as the words fell, the vast golden light reached the sky in an instant, turning into pillars of strong light, standing in the four corners of the great circle east.

In the pillar of light, there is a clear light that rotates violently!

Yuan Eighteen suddenly thought that the light spun...... What will it look like?

No one could see the mist of light and shadow.

There is only the endless intent of strangulation, which comes from the gloom.

Before the thousands of peach blossoms approached, the prince slowly walked to the center of the battle platform, and the huge sleeved robe was blowing without wind, stirring up a stream of brilliant spiritual power, which fell into the air and turned into sand.

Clouds of furious gray sand that obscured the sky and the sun!

"The Tao grows on its own, and the gray sand is endless...!"

Chang Lego shouted, raised the magic weapon Xuanling Sword temporarily borrowed from Yuan Eighteen, and danced in the air at great speed.

The appearance of the sword dance is particularly charming.

Countless sword flowers drifted in the air, and if there was substance, they brought up gray sand and carved into a beautiful mandala flower.

Dangerous, and miserable.

This is the true strength of the Jue'an Realm with the magic weapon.

If it weren't for the fact that the Xuanling Sword of the World Son was offset in the value of the Dragon's Heart Grass, another Yuan Eighteen would not be his opponent.

Peach blossoms hit the gray sand.

Half bright red, generally dull.

It seems that the whole world is only left with these two colors, but everyone can see that the gray sand is far inferior to the floating peach blossoms in terms of quantity and quality.

In the rear, Yan Jie made his first shot.

From the initial class battle to the present, he has never really fought.

This is the first time now.

Tiny stubborn stones floated out of his body, tangled and condensed with each other in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, they were arranged into large seal characters.

The seal script is sleek, square, and biased towards the upright stones, which is obviously not easy to arrange into a series of seal characters.

But with the exception of sleek pebbles.

Countless small yellow stones are piled up in the joint hook of the text, like spiritual glue, connecting the seal inscriptions together.

Although it looks crumbling, the stone inscription is stronger than anything, and even not much inferior to the peach blossoms in the sky.

Inferior is only the quantity.

The boundless stubborn stone flew out of Yan Jie's body, but in the end, it only condensed nearly a hundred large seal characters, which was obviously not above the same level compared to the thousands of peach springs.

But with the addition of Shi Wen, the pressure of Gray Sand has plummeted!

More and more mandala flowers are condensed and float towards the peach blossoms that clog the heavens and the earth.

There, the pillar of light was becoming more and more difficult to support.

Shangguan Ying held the spring water in her left hand, clenched her fist gently, and let the water flow in her palm.

fell on Qianmo, and it evoked another 10,000 peach blossoms.

She's not afraid that the peach blossoms will be invincible, she just thinks that warm wine will be cold.

In mid-air, with the vast petals rising again, whether it was a pillar of light, gray sand or a stubborn stone, they were all squeezed to the edge of shattering.

Just then, an ice crystal began to condense on the tip of the toe.

The snow of the thousand mountains gradually floated up, she was not a cultivator, she couldn't fly with a sword, and she didn't have special flying fighting skills like Zhang Qianlong, but her toes gradually left the ground.

Because the ground is covered with a layer of ice, reflecting the brilliance of the sky, it seems that the world is twice as dreamy.

Ice Sky appeared in the center of the battle platform.

The girl's lips fluttered between her lips as she floated in the air, opening the full chant of her own bloodline:

"O sinking, quiet, wandering, wide, the spirit of time, dance, the dust dissipates, and life is washed in the ice crystals. ”

"Lonely traveler, indulge in the wine of the tent, the earth is not the final belonging, in the ice sky, all things are the same as God. ”

"Goddess of Snow, Le Relina, don't be stingy with your divine power, open the shackles of the world, and let the glory of ice shine on the heavens......"

"I ask, everything is icy, and snow falls on thousands of mountains!"

The girl shouted, and a staff made of ice picks appeared in her hand as clear as ice, and in the center of the staff, a blue light radiated to all sides.

Except for the peach blossom, there is nothing that can slow it down.

When this real cold light was about to reach Shangguan Ying's body, an invisible force appeared, freezing the ice light that frozen everything in place.

The only thing that can freeze the ice at rest is the realm except time and space.

Shangguan Ying Tiancheng field.

Qianshan Xue lowered her eyebrows and was silent, and the ice power continued to emanate, slowing down the speed of the peach blossoms, making them unable to float freely.

Zeng Haoran finally moved, in this kind of powerful battle at the level of the second realm, there was no room for him to participate as a seven-star fighter, but he was different, because he was a space-time attribute.

Pieces of cubes appeared next to the flying peach blossoms.

To be precise, it is it that envelops the flying peach blossoms.

"Banish, space!"

Zeng Haoran's vindictive spirit floated on his body, making his whole person look illusory, looking at the cube, the boy whispered: "Hold back, time!"

Many peach blossoms retreated thousands of positions in a daze.

But for the faint petals, the distance of thousands of peach blossoms is only a blink of an eye.

Then, the peach blossoms rushed headlong into the cube.

Inside are petals that have been frozen by infinite compression.

The girl's peach blossom seems to have suffered a dark loss.

Seeing this, she smiled, gently stretched out her left index finger, and touched the space with her fingertips, as if she had clicked on the lake water, which was too clear, and after an instant, there were boundless circles spreading in all directions.

There is an indescribable beauty in this scene.

The beautiful girl stood in the peach blossoms in the sky, the water ripples behind her fluctuated, and the whole world became a background of illusion, and only the girl stood in the world.

Like a fairy, picking a peach blossom into the wine, dipping it in the wine, and adding it to the lips.

The chaos of time and space has been reduced to the extreme.

It seems that everything is not as Yan Jie thinks, and the five carefully selected people can stop her, maybe not even hinder.

Because there are tens of thousands of peach blossoms that have broken through the pillar of light of Yuan Eighteen and slashed towards the students of the Fu Seal Academy in battle.

A peach blossom is a killing machine.

Mencius may not have imagined that the spirit of Haoran would one day even grow flower petals.

Perhaps this is the real world of love.

Looking at the petals, Yuan 18 burst into tears.

"Xunyang apricot blossoms are immortal, and Wuling peach blossoms have never fallen. ”

He remembered a poem that Qingmei sang on his lips a few years ago, looked at the immortal green mountains of Mangdang, and whispered with tears.

I don't know the affection that arises, but when it is illuminated by the twilight, it is particularly moving.

A huge battlefield, a sky full of peach blossoms, a crying boy.

The boy's throat choked.

Tears and poetry were swallowed by him.

It's a little bitter.

......

......

When Yan Jie and the others were in a bitter struggle with Shangguan Ying, Mo Fan was already in the darkness and had a hand in hand with Zhou Chuyuan.

In his world, all sound and brilliance had vanished, and it seemed as if the spiritual senses had fallen silent.

The huge spiritual power that could detect a radius of kilometers that was usually spread out has lost its due role in this pure dark palace.

Not only could he not hear the cries on the viewing platform, but the sound of the wind and the shouts of battle around him disappeared.

Ever since he stepped into the darkness half a minute ago, the world had been cut off from him.

Mo Fan thought so, and suddenly became confused, and he entered the darkness... Was it half a minute ago?

Did he go into the darkness, or did the darkness consume him?

In this short period of time, not only did his usually extremely sensitive spiritual sense lose its effect, but even his memory and thinking logic were forced into a desperate situation.

There was only darkness left in his eyes and heart.