The mist spread rapidly from the soles of his feet to all directions, and wherever he passed, the flowers and plants on the ground instantly turned yellow and withered, turning into a dead gray mass of grass mustard and falling to the ground one after another.

In the mist, there was a faint mournful ghost crying wolf-like voice, as if countless tragically dead ghosts were wailing in pain, Fan Jian's body was lifted off the ground by the mist, and the soft sword in his hand brought up a black turbidity current, facing Long Eighteen's approaching body.

"It turned out to be "Three Corpses Desperate Sword"!"

A look of anger appeared on the Eastern Emperor's face: "Didn't the Corpse Yin Sect have already been destroyed, how can there be any heirs?"

Long Eighteen only felt a suffocating corpse smell coming from his face, and in his sight, there were countless corpse bones in that black turbid current that were constantly rolling, like a mountain of collapsed corpses and a boiling sea of blood.

"Dragonlance Weevil!"

The roar that shook the bottom of the valley rose again, and a thick shield of light instantly appeared in front of Long Eighteen's body, and the heavy sword in his hand shone brightly, and countless tiny runes lit up like dragon scales, turning into an earthy yellow dragon spear and rushing forward.

"Idiot!"

Among the crowd of onlookers around, a white-clothed young man with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, handsome and free, and full of cold arrogance, saw this scene and said coldly: "The dragon spear and weevil armor is the strongest defense in the dragon elephant break, how can it be used to attack!"

The young man in white came to watch the ranking match Long Zaitian.

Long Eighteen naturally couldn't hear Long Zaitian's reprimand, and even if he heard it, he couldn't put away his sword and change his moves.

The dragon spear weevil and the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood collided together.

It was like an iron rod piercing into a sponge, making a soft popping sound.

Long Eighteen felt as if his body had suddenly plunged into a muddy blood-colored swamp, the disgusting corpse qi enveloping his body from all directions, his vision blurred, and his feet seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of hands, dragging him towards the bottomless underground abyss.

In the black stream of mist, Long Eighteen's left hand holding the scabbard suddenly released, and his body spun rapidly like a spinning top as the scabbard fell freely to the ground.

"Dragons travel everywhere!"

The surrounding mist was blocked by the layers of Long Eighteen's rapidly rotating body, revealing Fan Jian's hideous face and the soft sword in his hand that shimmered with scattered light.

A blue sword light appeared on Long Eighteen's chest like a poisonous snake bursting out of the grass, and its momentum was as fast as lightning.

The earthy yellow spirit yuan frantically poured into his arms again. A roar erupted.

"Dragon-elephant-break-"

The sound of several gold and stone clashing was mixed with the sound of sharp blades and flesh rubbing, and blood arrows gushed out of the mist.

A terrible and shrill scream broke through Fan Jian's throat, covering many small bones in the next moment.

A fountain of blood erupted from Fan Jian's open mouth, and his entire body arched, flying backwards as if broken from it, and falling to the ground more than ten meters behind him.

"How could this be?"

One of the clergy let out an incredible exclamation.

The more clearly the cultivators perceived the power of the Spirit Yuan, the more shocked they became.

Because in the final stage of this battle, Long Eighteen actually defeated Fan Jian with a skillless way of exchanging injuries for injuries, and they all thought that a pampered rich disciple like Long Eighteen would never risk his life to fight with others, and from beginning to end, he actually didn't use a talisman!

Everyone's eyes were shocked and condensed on Long Eighteen's face.

Long Eighteen stood still, but his face seemed to have a colorful mask.

His features, twisted by pain, twitched even his muscles, blood running down his arms and fingers, dripping down his fingertips.

Ouyang Yuxian froze, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling.

On Long Eighteen's body, she saw seven blood holes gushing like pillars, from the speed and number of blood flow, it can be seen that each hole is extremely deep, anyone who appears such a blood hole will fall to the ground in pain, but at this time, Long Eighteen can still stand!

What made Ouyang Yuxian's body tremble even more was that Long Eighteen not only stood stiffly, but also could make a sound.

Because Long Eighteen's voice had already sounded at this time.

"Every one of you thinks that my Dragon Eighteen's promotion to the inner hall depends on money, Lao Tzu wants to ask now, which bastard dares to look down on Lao Tzu!"

The vulgar words reached everyone's ears, and even those who looked down on Long Eighteen the most on weekdays remained silent and did not make a sound.

Everyone could see very clearly that Long Eighteen only had the strength of the middle stage of the Three Realms, and his opponent Fan Jian was in the late stage of the Three Realms! From beginning to end, Long Eighteen only relied on the sword in his hand.

"Fan Jian, are you convinced!"

Fan Jian knelt on the ground, the clothes on his chest had been stained red with blood, his body trembled, and his eyes full of horror and pain stared at Long Eighteen, he never thought that his last killing move would be broken by Long Eighteen.

"Oh, still not convinced? Okay, then get up and fight with Lao Tzu again! By the way, what do you have to pay for the 10 million?"

Hearing the last sentence, Fan Jian suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground and passed out.

"Old man Zhuang, did I win?"

Long Eighteen's voice had all been transposed, and it sounded like even his voice was twitching, but he was still speaking completely.

Hearing such a voice, Zhuang Yusheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he nodded, and spit out a word very simply, "Yes." ”

Almost everyone was speechless.

However, at this time, Ye Haotian's expression was still very calm, he looked at Long Eighteen's twitching body, and said in a voice that only he heard: "There is so much blood, don't hold on." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Long Eighteen on the field suddenly sat on the ground.

"Priest, you're fucking dead! Ouch, it hurts me, you uncle. Holy light, holy light magic!"

More than a dozen holy lights fell on Long Eighteen's body almost at the same time.

......

......

Twelve people, six groups of battles, Dragon 18 won the first game, then entered the top six.

"In the past, the lowest cultivation level of disciples who could enter the top ten every year was in the late stage of the Three Realms, and Dragon Eighteen was only in the middle of the Three Realms...... In his bones, after all, he has the blood of the Long family. ”

The old man sitting on the rattan chair in front of the grass shed on the cliff top on the west side said slowly after seeing Long Eighteen fall to the ground.

"It's just the courage of the horseman. ”

The brocade-robed young man on the side was a little unimpressed by the old man's evaluation.

The old man smiled faintly: "Cultivation is like a battlefield, 10,000 people crowd the single-plank bridge, the brave wins when they meet on the narrow road, if they are afraid of the head and tail, they don't even dare to fight hard, even if they enter the inner hall, they will not have much achievement." ”

The brocade-robed young man frowned: "Listen to what you mean, it seems that you are very interested in Long Eighteen?"

"Don't you think he has a lot of similarities with Long Zaitian?"

As if remembering some of the things that Long Zaitian had done in the temple in the past two years, the expression on the face of the brocade-robed young man became a little complicated, and he hesitated for a moment before he said, "The Long family is all crazy. ”