"You have more formidable opponents." Zi Qianmo's gaze turned and fell on Tang Qing's body on the side of the first pavilion team.

She fought like a dream.

So who is Tang Qing, a powerhouse in the Purple Mansion Period, left to?

This is a very serious question.

Si Junli and Su Jiujiu did not reach the Purple Mansion period. Although each has its own stunts, the gap between the Purple Mansion Stage and the Innate Stage is extremely huge, with extremely strong level suppression, and it is not possible to rely on some stunts and small magical powers.

So—

Zi Qianmo's gaze turned and fell on the alternate seat, Qian Jue.

Suzaku.

Probably the most suitable.

Suzaku has been in the human world for many years, knows the rules of the human world, and knows how to make a move, so as not to show his stuffing.

Her cultivation is beyond the Purple Mansion stage.

It's just that it's usually suppressed and not let outsiders see it.

From Qian Jue to fight against Tang Qing, the odds of victory are still relatively large.

"Don't worry, play this game well, as for the rest, you don't have to worry."

With just one glance, Mo Yan could already see what his future daughter-in-law was worried about, "I am the Lord of the Rilun Pavilion, I will not let my team members suffer, let alone arrange for them to be sent to death and fight a battle that is uncertain." ”

With Mo Yan's promise, Zi Qianmo was like taking a reassuring pill, and most of his worries dissipated in an instant.

"Okay, I trust you."

She has absolute trust in him.

There are no conditions.

I don't know when it started, the tacit understanding between the two of them, imperceptibly, has reached this level.

Her friends, her partners, under his arrangement, will not be out of reach.

And she.

Will go all out too!

The first game has begun.

Zi Qianmo walked to the arena.

Standing about twenty meters away from Yan Ruomeng.

The two confronted each other.

Both of them are stunning beauties.

But there is also a gap and contrast between the stunning color and the stunning color.

Standing together, Yan Ruomeng was instantly so second that there was no scum left.

It's like a blooming peony, like a small wilting wildflower on the side of the road.

Dwarfed by.

The contrast is striking.

Even though the little wildflower is like a dream, and there are flashy and white-headed clothes to bless its beauty, it is still less than one-tenth of Ziqianmo's.

It's sadistic.

Not only the surrounding audience, but also Yan Ruomeng himself, also felt that he was the ugly one.

What's more, the male disciples in the audience had their eyes unmoving, sticking to Zi Qianmo's body, and they couldn't move away at all.

Compared with her gorgeous flashy white head, Zi Qianmo is just a pale yellow plain skirt, with a simple and generous style, and only two small fish are embroidered in the corners.

It is said that people depend on their clothes.

But Zi Qianmo's appearance stubbornly supported this simple and simple skirt to be more dazzling than her flashy white head.

How can Yan Ruomeng not hate in his heart?

At that time, I felt that my heart was blocked with a mouthful of blood, and I couldn't spit it out, and I couldn't go on.

It's uncomfortable.

"You're going to die today."

"It's hard to say who will die."

Zi Qianmo's face was expressionless, and he faced the provocation of his hand with indifference.

Just do it!

Absolutely not!

"It must be you~ hehe." Yan Ruomeng was confident and smiled extremely coldly, "Don't think that if you win Yu Wuji, you can win me, I have a sword pill on me." ”

As he spoke, he took out a silver metal pellet from his sleeve.

On the surface, there is nothing special.

But if you look closely, you will see that there is a thin slit at the top, which can be opened.

It is both a sword pill.

There must be something unique about that.

"Don't look at this small one, there are ninety-nine eighty-one swords hidden in it."

Yan Ruomeng's face was full of pride, and he didn't mind at all, and told Zi Qianmo about the uniqueness of this precious sword pill, as if in this way, he could gain a great sense of superiority and hit Zi Qianmo hard.

"Every sword is a second-grade spiritual weapon that can only be controlled by the powerhouses of the upper realm and the Great Perfection realm in the congenital stage. Do you know what this concept is? That crimson sword of yours will be shattered into powder, and there will be no scum left! Hahahaha-"

After showing off, there was a burst of laughter in the sky.

The mood is superb.

Zi Qianmo still had a paralyzed face, but she was staring at her with a mentally retarded look.

"This is also a sword pill?"

Just eighty-one swords, embarrassed to call themselves sword pills?

In the past, when he was in Kunlun Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, the sword pill refined by the Phoenix Elder, a small one, could hold nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heaven-level spirit swords!

Attention, it's heaven-level!

It's the immortals in the sky who can adapt to the kind of control!

As soon as the Phoenix Elder's sword pill opened, ten thousand arrows shot out in unison, like a rainstorm pear blossom, shooting away, and within a radius of a thousand meters, it would be poked into holes and stabbed into ruins by the sword rain!

It is not an exaggeration to call it the destruction of the world.

"Hahaha! I understand you, you don't understand anything at all, you haven't seen the world. ”

Yan Ruomeng laughed wildly, "You don't think that the sword pill is just a small pill." After all, you're a pill guy who plays with pills all day, I know, I know. ”

Zi Qianmo rolled his eyes in his heart.

I know the head of your relative~

╰╮(￣▽￣\/\/\/)

Your face is swollen!

This kind of thing that can only hold eighty-one swords, don't take it out, and insult the word "sword pill".

"Garbage."

She spat out two words with a blank face.

"You-"

Yan Ruomeng was instantly enraged, the smile on his face was twisted violently, and his face became hideous, like a demon.

Coupled with the flashy white head, it looks like a demon in red, "I'll kill you!" ”

The next moment.

She poured a large amount of spiritual power into the sword pill.

"Click".

The sword qi was like a dazzling aurora, and suddenly burst out from the small gap on the sword pill.

More and more dazzling, more and more wide.

"Whoa-la-"

In an instant, the ninety-nine eighty-one long swords, pouring out like a tide, rushed out, and attacked wildly in the direction of Ziqian Mo!

Every sword is a second-grade spiritual weapon.

Each sword is contaminated with the spiritual power of the Great Perfection Realm of the Innate Stage.

Ninety-nine eighty-one attacks.

Out of thin air.

Descending from all directions.

It seems that there are no dead ends.

But—

It's just what it looks like.

In Zi Qianmo's eyes, this move can be said to be full of flaws, and it is easy to break it.

She walked in a transient stride.

Avatar as an afterimage.

In the ninety-nine-eighty-one sword shadows, shuttling back and forth non-stop.

Ten thousand swords have passed through it, and they don't get involved at all!

At the same time, she raised the Burning Xi Scarlet Sword in her hand and began to fight back.

"Huh"

Burning Xi Scarlet Sword, cutting off the three swords that stabbed at the oncoming face.

It's like peeling tofu dregs.

To say, Yan Ruomeng is too confident.