The sky was blue and depressed, and the smoke and rain drifted in the clouds, swirling, ready to spin and fall at any time.

The crowd gathered from all directions, and the disciples from all over the world in different costumes all stopped and sat down in the audience.

This final match is particularly important, as the gods of all parties participating in the competition must gather on the high platform to appreciate it together.

Although Wushan Qiyue is not on the list of gods participating in the appreciation, he is also a god monarch, so he naturally sits on a high platform.

It's just that this position is really awkward, Qianyang is sitting on the side alone, Wushan Qiyue is sitting next to Qianyang, and his brother Yeshenjun is sitting in the middle.

I don't know if it's artificiality or this coincidence of these strange elders.

Wushan Qiyue looked at the wind goddess on the side like a willow moon and a clear breeze, the breeze blew through her broken hair, and there seemed to be some reddish under the broken hair.

Qiyue felt the temperature of the wind, and the bellflower jade pendant held in the cuffs tightened tightly in her hand, and her lowered eyes didn't know what to look at.

The disciples in the audience gradually gathered, and the audience on the stage was naturally a piece of black oppression.

The fingertips of the quarter of the hour had moved to the position of Shen Shi, and it was the beginning of this final victory.

"All the advanced disciples take the stage." The judge shouted on the stage, and the disciples in the audience were in an uproar.

This final is the most important event, the disciples who have advanced to the competition stage have a scuffle, and the last disciple who stays on the field is the champion.

Historically, this final final has been particularly exciting, the big melee of all the disciples, there are groups and solitary battles, and there are groups and groups of people who turn against each other at the next moment, so it's not exciting.

As the disciples who had advanced to the test table boarded the stage, the judge announced, "The competition begins." ”

The scene did not begin to be chaotic because of the intensity of this struggle, everyone was looking at each other, looking at everyone on the battlefield.

At the moment when their eyes met, they knew who their opponent was, whether it was a fellow or a fairy friend, there was only one person left on the field, so they didn't care if the opponent was someone they were familiar with.

Murong Tingwen stared at Hengyu from the beginning, but Hengyu kept fighting with other disciples, completely ignoring Murong Tianyu on the side.

Although there were also disciples who challenged Murong Tianwen, most of them fell with one blow.

There are fewer and fewer disciples on the field, and the more interesting they are.

"Kunlun's strength this time is extraordinary, I didn't expect that there were only these two left, both of whom are Kunlun disciples."

There were people in the audience who were blocking, which Kunlun disciple could win, but they didn't know much about these two disciples, and they didn't know how to bet for a while.

Yue Mo walked down the group of immortal friends gathered together, and put all the silver coins on the table.

"I'm betting on little sister Hengyu."

The bookkeeper opened the purse containing the silver money, and the heavy silver was real, which surprised him a little: "Childe is a full gamble, if we lose, we will not pay back a penny." ”

The bookkeeper is also a little kind, afraid that reading ink will lose too much silver and it will not look good.

It's just that Yue Mo himself knows that this little junior sister of Hengyu is very capable, and it must not be difficult to deal with a Murong Tilting Sister, but this Murong Tilting Sister's ability to enter the final finals is still a rival against the little junior sister, which really surprised him.

"All bet, little junior sister's game, can you not bet all the time?" After speaking, he also glanced at the hookah.

Shisha also likes Hengyu's little sister very much, okay, how can she lose to others when it comes to betting on her little sister?

The hookah searched out all the silver coins on his body, and even pressed the two jade bracelets on his hands.

"I'll do it all, too."

And one of the jade bracelets was also a birthday gift given to her by Yuemo last year.

Yue Mo's face darkened, and he thought about getting the jade bracelet back, but the bookkeeper had already collected all the money. Although he is very optimistic about the little junior sister, but now the little junior sister is bound to win, if he can't win, he may have to fight with the gambling dealer.

Yue Mo looked at the empty-handed hookah and asked, "Hookah, that bracelet." ”

The hookah pulled the sleeve of his shirt into the palm of his hand, and squeezed his eyes to look at Hengyu: "I can trust the little junior sister, the little junior sister will definitely be able to win the bracelet back." ”

Yue Mo looked at Heng Yu and Murong Tilting's skills, and he didn't know why Murong Tilting was so powerful for a while, and the two of them couldn't teach each other in a short period of time. Yue Mo could only think to himself, that's it, now he can only rely on the little junior sister, if the little junior sister can't get the bracelet back, he will definitely break the little junior sister's leg, the bracelet is his family's ancestral daughter-in-law bracelet.

Murong Tianwen yelled at Hengyu: "Qiao Yue Hengyu, today is here to settle our grievances, what you owe me, I want you to repay it today." ”

The breeze blew Murong Ting's thin bangs, and the tall Wind Goddess sat and followed the trajectory of the wind, as if she sensed something, staring at Murong Tian's eyebrows.

It's just that the center of the eyebrows is covered by hair, and I can't see anything.

"Grievances?" Hengyu sneered. "The grievances you have created should naturally be resolved by yourself."

The two of them are also holding cloud swords, and they already have half the same bloodline, so they are also somewhat similar, fierce fights, constantly changing positions, and everyone looks at the two of them and can't recognize who is who.

"It's all because of you, Ah Dad and Ah Mom are dead, it's because you killed them." Murong Qianwen withdrew the sword in her hand and quickly stabbed at Qiao Yue Hengyu.

"Qiao Yue Hengyu, it's all because of you that I became a scapegoat and became this inhuman and ghost."

The girl's face gradually became hideous, and she even spoke a little hysterically.

Qiao Yuehengyu looked at Murong Qian in a daze, and the cloud sword in her hand was slightly relaxed. But I thought in my heart, what, my father is dead? How is it possible, what nonsense is Murong Qianwen talking about.

Qiao Yue Hengyu dodged the fatal blow, and then turned over and continued to resist the sword attacked by Murong Tianyu.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Heng Yu questioned Murong Qian's wife, as if what Murong Tian's wife had just said was like a joke, deliberately letting her wander so that she would lose the game.

Murong Qianwen approached step by step, and the sword in her hand was full of power.

The disciples in the audience all thought that Hengyu was going to lose, and even the bookkeeper looked at Yuemo standing on the side with some sympathy, and Yuemo stood and looked at the hookah sitting on the side.

And the hookah is staring at Hengyu at the moment, what is this little junior sister doing at this time, she has not shown her strength, could it be that Murong Tianwen said something to her?

The situation on the field changed abruptly, and Heng Yu also readjusted his attacks and changed his moves, with a bit of ferocity and murderous energy.

"I'm not talking nonsense, it's because of you, because of your appearance, your surname, what you put on me, killed your family, you are a scourge." Murong Tian's whole person became hideous,

Zhou Sheng exuded a black light, which shocked everyone present.

Some people in the audience began to make noise, and even the elders and Divine Monarchs who were sitting on the stage watching also noticed the abnormality. Unexpectedly, the Penglai Conference was mixed into the demons.

Heng Yu was holding the sword tightly, and the words that Murong Qianwen had just said were circling in his mind, and the sword in his hand suddenly slipped to the side.

Heng Yu, who was originally on the defensive, came out of the loophole, and Murong Tilt attacked with a sword, and the sword was sharp and sharp, opening the flesh and skin of Heng Yu's arm.

This blow was the first blow that she Murong gave back to Qiao Yue Hengyu who suffered from skin and flesh valgus in Kunlun because of her identity.

The sword in Hengyu's hand was knocked out of the test table, and now one arm has already turned out, bleeding nonstop, making the unarmed girl look like she has no possibility of winning.

On the platform, Si Ming clenched his fists, and his right hand rubbed the wisp of green silk on his left arm. He planned that if Murong Qian's sword stabbed down, he would immediately take action to save Hengyu, and then secretly stab Mu

Rong Tianwen killed, so that others could understand that the person who hurt him was the only way to die. And what are the rules of the game, everything is just a drop in the bucket in front of strength.

If he wants to protect someone, no one can hurt her.

Qiao Yue Hengyu watched as the sword was about to stab into her chest, and jumped over the deadly attack.

She knew that her brain was a little messy now, and she should calm herself down first, but she kept thinking about her father, and if her father died, then she would be the only one left in this vast world, and there would be no one else related to her.

The thought of this made her unable to calm down.

Even the blood flowing from the outward-turned flesh of the arm dripped to the ground, like a blooming manzhu sawa blooming on the competition table.

"Our life in Qiao Yuefu is not based on you, it is your mother who insists on breaking in, she covets glory and wealth, and she loves vanity." Murong Tingwen attacked again, and Heng Yu could only cover the wound on her left arm and flee in all directions.

Murong Qianwen didn't say anything, she was going to continue, she wanted to know what happened to the death of her grandmother and her father.

For the sake of Qiao Yue's surname, she did not hesitate to charm her father. The surname Qiao Yue, in your Murong Qianwen, scapegoat or something, you are self-inflicted. ”

The black light of Murong Tianyu Zhou Sheng became more and more intense, and she clearly felt that her two hearts were beating wildly, close together, and gradually fused into one heart.

"Nope." Murong Tianwen roared loudly, and Zhou Sheng's black light formed a barrier.

Qian Yang stood up suddenly, the wind called, and Murong Qian's hair was blown up by the wind.

Visible to the naked eye, between the eyebrows is a black heart-wrenching mark.

"It's the Demon Heart." Light Smoke summoned the divine bow in his hand, pulled out the willow moon's green curved bow, and was about to shoot at Murong Tianwen.

It's just that the black mist spread too fast, and the entire competition arena was covered before the arrow arrived, and the arrow was blocked by the black mist.

Si Ming had already flown to the side of the test table, trying to break through the black barrier with his divine power, but this barrier was extremely domineering, and the broken opening quickly became smaller before entering.

"Damn." Si Ming said secretly.

The disciples present were also very shocked, and some of them had already fled the audience, and for a while, the scene was messy.

However, Reading Ink and Hookah went up the current and headed towards the test platform, which stood out in front of the fleeing disciples.

What they are worried about at the moment is their little junior sister, after all, the cloud sword has already fallen on the sidelines, fighting alone, and the other party is a strange demon, whether they can retreat with their whole body, they are very worried.