This crystal ball was only the size of a fist, but when it appeared, it distorted the surrounding void, and even condensed with the power of violent cultivation, and when you looked at it, the crystal ball was like a small whirlpool. As a result, when the sword phantom slammed into it, it suddenly turned into an aftermath of cultivation.

Lei Xiao didn't use any cultivation techniques, just the power of cultivation to transform. But even so, it still made Qing Yang feel a strong sense of resistance.

His expression suddenly appeared solemn, and as the aftermath of this cultivation was dissipated, under this strong resistance, he sensed that the power of Lei Xiao's cultivation was indeed different, and his body retreated a few steps.

Yang Hao suddenly felt that he had indeed come to the right place, and he began to instigate the people of the South Peak to enter the West Peak. But none of the people in Nanfeng had the courage of him, because they clearly knew that they would not be as lucky as Yang Hao.

Nan Xuyang didn't speak either, he knew that the rest of the disciples didn't have that guts.

Yang Hao saw that no one answered him, and he also felt a little bored. Youzai wandered again. He doesn't seem to have much interest in this competition. Since Qing Yang took a few steps back, he seemed to have guessed the result.

Mo Yiming was coming here, and after coming to this competition venue, he blended into the disciples of Xifeng.

Suddenly, he was tapped on the shoulder, and when he turned his head to look at it, he thought about it for a moment, and remembered the person who patted him on the shoulder.

Yang Hao smiled and said, "Hey, friend, long time no see." ”

Mo Yiming has always had no prejudice against Yang Hao, but felt that this person had an uninhibited feeling, and said with a smile: "Friend? Standing in the place of the West Peak, you are not afraid that your sect master will eat you? ”

Yang Hao smiled smugly and said, "I'm already a disciple of Xifeng now. ”

"Oh, what a coincidence." Mo Yiming didn't seem to believe it.

"You don't believe me?" Yang Hao said, and after telling Mo Yiming what had happened before, Mo Yiming barely believed it.

Yang Hao continued: "By the way, the few people who came in with you are all doing well, you look at the current thunder roar, and the cultivation has actually reached the ninth level of qi gathering!" ”

Mo Yiming smiled lightly and said, "It's really a small achievement." ”

Yang Hao showed a contemptuous gaze and said, "Xiao You's deeds, make your cultivation above him, by the way, do you know Xifeng Mo Yiming?" ”

When Mo Yiming heard this, he smiled slightly, and said funny: "You know, what's wrong?" ”

Yang Hao's eyes immediately showed admiration, and said, "I heard that this person's cultivation is actually above Lei Xiao. ”

Mo Yiming said: "Maybe, the two of them have never fought each other. ”

"However, compared to Wu Zhongqiang of Beifeng, it is still not enough." Yang Hao said, looking at Wu Zhongqiang, one of the disciples of Beifeng.

Mo Yiming was also curious about who Wu Zhongqiang was, and following Yang Hao's gaze, he suddenly saw the person with a solemn expression and a cold and arrogant expression.

"Do you know Wu Zhongqiang?" Mo Yiming asked curiously.

"You say you're lonely and unheard, but you don't believe it. Among the four peaks of Wu Zhongqiang, who can not know? Cultivating to gather qi for the ninth level, the perverted is the Heaven Cutting Recipe and the sixth level, this is the first person in Nanshan! Yang Hao said, the admiration in his eyes was even stronger.

Mo Yiming smiled and said, "Then how do you know that Mo Yiming is not his opponent?" ”

Yang Hao looked at Mo Yiming, glanced at him, showed disdain in his eyes, and said, "Do you need to say this?" Heaven Cutting Recipe Sixfold, Big Brother, what a pervert this is, even if Mo Yiming cultivates the Heaven Cutting Technique, it can probably only be two or three. ”

Mo Yiming smiled and said, "Then do you think I will defeat him?" ”

The look of disdain in Yang Hao's eyes was even stronger, and he looked Mo Yiming up and down, feeling that Mo Yiming was very bland, maybe his cultivation had not even reached the fifth level of qi gathering.

"Just you? You're kidding. How can you be Wu Zhongqiang's opponent, I didn't see you in those competitions under the Nine Levels of Qi Gathering before, and the people who came in with you all participated, presumably your cultivation is not enough for the Five Levels of Qi Gathering. ”

Mo Yiming didn't think Yang Hao hated it, but his boastful tone and outspoken temper made Mo Yiming feel very interesting.

"Do you really think I'm going to defeat Wu Zhongqiang?" Mo Yiming said with a smile.

Yang Hao reached out and touched Mo Yiming's forehead, and said, "Big brother, you don't have a fever, right?" Could it be that he is delusional? ”

The Xifeng disciples on the side did not speak, but laughed on the side, and did not reveal Mo Yiming's true identity.

Yang Hao looked at these disciples and said, "Do you also think he has a delusion?" ”

These monks knew that Mo Yiming was teasing him, so they nodded apprantically.

At the same time, on the stone platform, after a few rounds of fierce fighting between Lei Xiao and Qing Yang, beads of sweat had appeared on Qing Yang's forehead, and he looked a little overwhelmed.

And the thunder always occupies the top.

Yichen's eyes under the stone platform showed a look of appreciation, which was in stark contrast to the ugliness in Bei Taixuan's eyes.

Even Wuheng, whose eyelids were still swollen, although he deliberately pretended not to care at the moment, he was still silently rejoicing for Lei Xiao in his heart.

Even the Eastern Prince and Nan Xuyang were secretly amazed in their hearts, Lei Xiao's cultivation was not boasted. But they all know that the best is yet to come.

Once Qingyang is defeated, the next one to play is Wu Zhongqiang!

There is no doubt about that!

After Qing Yang retreated a few meters, as soon as he stepped on the ground, there was a splash of gravel on the stone platform, and it also stabilized his retreating body.

The ugly color in his eyes was extremely intense, and the sharp sword in his hand slashed out, instantly tearing the void, and with a bang, an arc-shaped sword shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. After staying for a moment, he pinched the trick with his left hand, silently recited a certain mantra in his mouth, and then the fingers of the pinching trick stepped forward, and the arc-shaped sword shadow suddenly turned into several sword shadows, and the thunder roared away.

At the same time as this Dao sword shadow flew out, it left a white mark in the void, and at the same time as the power of violent cultivation exploded into a cloud, it actually changed its direction at the moment of flying out, surrounding Lei Xiao's body.

Lei Xiao's expression changed slightly, and he continued to dodge the attacks of these sword shadows within this sword circle. Although he is fat, he is very flexible.

But if he continues to use it up like this, his physical strength will definitely be exhausted.

Although their bodies were flexible enough, the speed of these sword shadows was too fast. There simply isn't much time to respond.

What's more, at the same time, Qing Yang suddenly took a step, raised a sword in his hand, and turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the thunder.

Lei Xiao's expression changed suddenly, his eyes were ready to be injured, and he faced one of the sword shadows and threw a punch.

When this punch was thrown, it only condensed the power of his cultivation.

With a bang, the sword shadow was suddenly impacted into an aftermath. And on Lei Xiao's fist, a sword mark also appeared, and blood flowed out.

"Blame me for being too light on the enemy before, Qingyang's technique is so bizarre! Restrain the opponent first, and then take the initiative to attack, and the monk trapped in it is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered! ”

Lei Xiao groaned in his heart, endured the pain from his fist, and threw another punch.

When this punch was thrown, another sword mark appeared on the fist, and the blood stained his fist red, and there were bursts of residual warmth.

There were a few more bangs, and several sword shadows in front of the thunder were sunk and shattered, and there were sword marks on both of his palms, and blood continued to flow. At the same time, Qing Yang's body was about to come into contact with Lei Xiao's body.

At this moment, Lei Xiao let out a deep sigh, rushed out of this aftermath in one step, his eyes were red, looking at the sword that pierced into his eyebrows, after the palm opened, he silently thought in his heart, as if activating an inexplicable law of heaven and earth, a huge palm phantom suddenly appeared in front of him.

"It's Tarzan again!"

Bei Taixuan on the stage, his body trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but groan. The strangeness of this Mount Tai Suppression Technique in her heart was even more unique when it was issued by the cultivator who gathered nine qi at this moment.