Under the starry night sky, two figures staggered like streamers and landed on both sides of the fighting ring.

Long Xiaotian was dressed in white and had black hair, and the purple jade flute was lightly put to his mouth, and wisps of melodious and strange flute sound resounded like a heavenly sound, turning into invisible sound waves to the naked eye, penetrating into the depths of the body along the pores, stimulating a certain potential of sleep.

Long Xiaotian's body was extremely light, like a green leaf, drifting freely, easily avoiding Qin Jie's fierce attack. And his occasional attacks also made Qin Jie jealous and didn't dare to force too much.

"What a strange flute sound, it was able to increase his speed by a large margin. ”

Qin Jie held a purple iron rod in his hand, his body stood straight like a javelin, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, he looked at Long Xiaotian, whose body was as erratic as a breeze, his brows were furrowed, and he was thinking about what to do.

The strange flute sound stopped abruptly, and Long Xiaotian held the purple jade flute, white clothes out of the dust, floating and independent, looking elegant and elegant. However, his breathing fluctuated slightly, apparently because he had used the flute technique and consumed some of his spiritual power.

Although the consumption of spiritual power is not very large, and it depends more on the player's supernatural flute skills, his current realm is too low after all, and his spiritual power is too weak, making it difficult to perform flute skills for a long time.

"Good chance!"

Qin Jie saw that the strange flute sound stopped, and two sharp essences burst out in his eyes, because he clearly felt that Long Xiaotian's speed had returned to normal, and it was difficult to be as erratic as before, which was difficult to grasp.

Qin Jie lifted the purple iron rod horizontally, his body turned sharply like a spinning top, and a divine dragon swung his tail and threw it on the purple iron rod fiercely.

"Bang!"

The purple iron rod was impacted by such a fierce and domineering force, and shot out like an arrow from the string, and when it cut through the space, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind that tore through the air, and it was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Long Xiaotian's approach.

The sharp energy was like lightning, and Long Xiaotian's pupils reflected the larger and larger purple iron rods, and the sharp purple rays were as cold as ice, and they rushed straight towards him.

His body bent backwards like a willow in the wind, dodging a fierce blow.

The sharp sound of breaking wind swept across his face, piercing his skin and bones, making his hair stand on end. Just as he was about to get up, Qin Jie rushed like a tiger descending from the mountain, slamming down his chest with a fierce fist wind.

In the face of Qin Jie's fierce and fierce offensive, although Long Xiaotian frowned slightly, he was not panicked. The purple jade flute in his hand touched the ground, pushed to the right, and with his feet as the axis, his body instantly rotated to the side, dodging Qin Jie's heavy blow.

Qin Jie's blow missed, although he was surprised, he was not too surprised, because judging from the battle just now, although Long Xiaotian was in the Open Pulse Realm, his combat power was comparable to the late stage of the ordinary Naqi Realm.

Qin Jie's right fist fell into the air, and he suddenly grabbed it left and right, held the purple iron rod in his hand, and swept out suddenly towards Long Xiaotian beside him, like a divine dragon swinging its tail, swept towards it with Ling Yan's strength.

Long Xiaotian got his head down and turned his head back, the purple iron rod swept against his face, and the purple jade flute in his hand was like a strange python out of the hole and pointed on the purple iron rod.

"Ding!"

The crisp impact sound like metal resounded, and the purple iron rod staggered forward, taking Qin Jie forward.

"The Amazing Comedy!"

Taking advantage of the chaos of Qin Jie's offensive and the fact that he had not yet counterattacked, Long Xiaotian blew the flute, and the sharp flute sound like a hundred ghosts crying at night was stimulated, like thousands of troops roaring and roaring, and the strong killing intent was like a river bursting the embankment, surging out. The invisible sound wave swept away like a storm, enveloping Qin Jie.

Qin Jie's face turned pale suddenly, and there seemed to be countless silver needles falling in his mind, stinging his mind, like a thousand snakes devouring his heart, and the sharp pain in his heart made his breath disordered, he let out a low cry, and the spiritual power in his body burst out, resisting the sharp sound waves that eroded his mind.

Qin Jie's footsteps staggered back, revealing a lot of flaws, and even the many disciples watching the battle in the audience could see that his situation at the moment was very dangerous.

"Furious Warsong!"

Long Xiaotian took a breath, the tune changed, the fierce and strong flute sound was like ten thousand horses galloping, ten thousand dragons roaring, full of high and fierce battle intent, like the awakening of the god of war above the nine heavens, making people's blood boil, the battle intent burned like a fire, and the whole body was full of explosive power.

Long Xiaotian's arms were swollen, his muscles were bulging, and the blood and spiritual power in his body were boiling violently, and at this moment, his combat power had undoubtedly risen to the peak.

"Whew!"

As soon as "Swift Walk" came out, Long Xiaotian was like a glimpse of floating light, more than ten meters violent, and in the blink of an eye, it swept by, and came to Qin Jie's face, the purple jade flute pierced out like lightning, and wisps of strange flute sounds floated out through the flute holes, disturbing people's minds.

The strength of the condensed mountains rushed to his face, Qin Jie gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the sharp pain in his mind, shouted angrily, and the spiritual power in his body was like a volcanic eruption, like a surging ocean, flowing into his limbs and hundreds of bones from the sea of qi, bringing him strong power.

"Mortal-level low-level spiritual skill: Purple lightning rush!"

Qin Jie's arm muscles bulged, and his arm swelled slightly. He screamed, his face was fierce, and he suddenly shot the purple iron rod in his hand forward.

Within easy reach, the two of them collided with each other like comets in the blink of an eye.

"Bell!"

A loud and vigorous voice sounded like Huang Zhong Da Lu, and many disciples in the audience who were watching the battle suddenly became shocked, as if they had seen something incredible.

"Click!"

A slight cracking sound came from the ring, drawing everyone's eyes away.

Qin Jie's face was shocked, his lips trembled, and a bloody mark broke out from his wrist, and bright red blood gushed out like a trickle, staining his wrist red.

Qin Jie snorted in pain, and his footsteps continued to fall backwards, all the way to the outside of the fighting ring.

Long Xiaotian calmly took back the purple jade flute, there was no trace of damage on it, the purple light was shining, warm as jade, and there was a mysterious and noble brilliance.

"I lost ......"

Qin Jie stood up tremblingly, looking at the purple iron rod that had cracked into a few cracks, and a look of pain and surprise appeared in his eyes. In the competition just now, Long Xiaotian was wrapped in a strong and incomparable force, and directly hit him through the purple iron rod, causing him to be injured, and finally defeated. And the purple iron rod was almost smashed by the purple jade flute, this is because Long Xiaotian kept his hand, otherwise there would be more than a few cracks.

"Wow!"

Many disciples in the audience who were watching the battle erupted in a monstrous uproar, and their faces were full of incredulity. Long Xiaotian actually defeated Qin Jie, whose strength was in the late stage of the Naqi Realm, and looking at his appearance, it seemed that he didn't have much trouble listening, which was a bit terrifying, because Long Xiaotian didn't seem to have broken through to the Naqi Realm, and was still staying in the Open Pulse Realm.

"Long Xiaotian's combat power is so perverted, he actually defeated Qin Jie in the late stage of the Naqi Realm with the strength of the Open Pulse Realm, it's really shocking!"

"In the past, it was rumored that he was unable to cultivate because he fell off the cliff and his muscles and bones were broken, why is he so alive now?"

"Anyway, the penultimate title of the Blue Dragon Sect has been removed from Long Xiaotian's head. ”

Many disciples watching the battle erupted in discussions, feeling extremely shocked.

Le Wushuang jumped onto the fighting platform and said with a smile to the many disciples in the audience: "Is there anyone else who wants to compete with Xiao Tian? ”

Although many disciples in the audience were extremely red and eager for the blue sea to pass the pulse, the scene of Long Xiaotian defeating Qin Jie still suppressed many people, and many people's strength was worse than Qin Jie's, if they came to power, wouldn't they be beaten in vain?

Le Wushuang looked at the many disciples in the audience who were looking left and right, and did not say anything to urge, because he understood how attractive the Bihai Tong Pulse Liquid was, even Shangguan Mengyin, who ranked second on the list of Golden Belt Disciples of the entire sect, broke the shackles with the help of the Bihai Tong Pulse Liquid and was promoted to the Nine Star Avenue Realm in one fell swoop, with such a good advertisement, are you afraid that no one will be tempted?

"I'll give it a try. ”

A loud voice rang out from not far away, and a young man in blue lined up and jumped straight onto the stage.

"Isn't this Hua Yan, the black belt disciple of Lingyu Peak and the ninth ranked black belt disciple in the whole sect? I didn't expect him to make a move. ”

"Even the Golden Belt disciples will be tempted by the blue sea pulse liquid, let alone the Huayan of the Black Belt disciples. ”

"This time there was a good show. ”

Le Wushuang looked at the gentle blue-clothed young man in front of him, his eyebrows raised slightly, obviously he also knew the name of the blue-clothed young man, but he didn't expect that Hua Yan, who was the ninth in the list of black-belt disciples of the entire sect, would make a move, which was indeed a bit unexpected by him.