"In Nanzhaosong, meet the head of Huashan!" Nan Zhaosong didn't dare to say too much, but just bowed his hand respectfully.

"Humph, rubbish!"

Yue Dingtian glanced at Nan Zhaosong lightly, then withdrew his gaze and almost ignored it.

Yue Dingtian's attitude made Nan Zhaosong feel very aggrieved in his heart, if it was said, Yue Dingtian would easily defeat him.

But now, Yue Dingtian has no intention of making a move at all, which means that Nan Zhaosong is not qualified to be worthy of Yue Dingtian's sword.

This kind of silent contempt made Nan Zhaosong's face blue and purple for a while, and his face was gloomy and uncertain.

"The lackeys of the Demon Sect are getting more and more bold, it's just a matter of blatantly messing around on my decent territory, and you dare to cause so many things!?" Yue Dingtian turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Chong.

When Yue Dingtian saw the rickety mysterious old man, his eyes narrowed, and he deeply felt a threat, not only that, but the Eastern Sect Master also put a lot of pressure on Yue Dingtian.

"Master Yue laughed, this day is big, the world is wide, it belongs to everyone, it belongs to everyone who lives in this world, how can there be any reason why we are not allowed to come to the decent place." Xuanyuan Chong opened his hands, his face full of intoxication, as if he was embracing the world.

"Childish, only a naïve person like you would say such an idiotic thing." Yue Dingtian said disdainfully: "Good and evil are not mutually exclusive, if you don't get out today, don't blame me for being unkind." ”нéiУāпGê

Airplanes...!

Yue Dingtian's right hand shook slightly, and the long sword in his hand emitted a slight sword sound, and an extremely strong sword intent slowly spread around.

Brush!

The mysterious old man beside Xuanyuan Chong took a step gently, as if he was merging with heaven and earth, dissolving Yue Dingtian's sword intent into invisibility.

"Half-step innate!"

Yue Dingtian's face was a little gloomy, and his eyes were staring at the mysterious old man.

"Yue Dingtian, you are not qualified enough to do it with the old man." The old man said lightly.

"Haha, Master Yue, I'm really embarrassed, it seems that you decent people have been decayed over the years, so I sent a peerless martial artist like you to support the field!" Xuanyuan Chong laughed.

"And me!?"

Suddenly, as soon as the words fell, a dashing figure came like a sword flying, dressed in a purple-blue robe, with long hair flying, and carrying his hands behind his back.

"See Emperor Duan!"

As soon as this person appeared, everyone knelt down again and said with great respect. At the same time, a glint of hope welled up in his eyes.

"Duan Surong!"

The mysterious old man looked at the person who suddenly appeared and muttered.

"Oh, who did I say, it turned out that you were already half in Tuyang Kun, but I didn't expect that you haven't died yet!" Duan Surong was older than Yue Dingtian, and he also had a beard with black stubble on his mouth, and said in an unkind tone.

"Hehe, it's early, it's early!" The mysterious old man laughed.

"Two half-step congenitals, against a peerless master and a half-step congenital, this battle, no matter how you look at it, is Yue Dingtian, they are a little hanging." After Jiang Nian saw a decent person appear, he secretly thought in his heart.

"Although the strength of Wukong and the others is good, they are all top masters, but in this level of battle, I am afraid that they will not be able to intervene, and the suspense of this battle is very great!"

Not to mention that Jiang Nian had already begun to think about it at this time, the atmosphere on the scene had begun to become very depressing, and the density of the air seemed to have increased.

"Drink! Amitabha! ”

At this moment, no one expected that Yue Dingtian, Duan Surong and the others did not make the first move, but instead Master Wukong said the Buddha horn and slapped Xuanyuan Chong with one palm.

"What a bald donkey!"

Yang Kun shouted, clenched his fist with his right hand, and smashed it viciously into Wukong.

"Old man, your opponent is here!"

Brush!

I saw Duan Surong pointing, and a laser-like beam pierced Yang Kun's head, which was a yang finger.

"Look for death!"

Yang Kun's face was warm and angry, his hair was flying, and he turned over and slapped it with a palm, which was extremely powerful, containing the power of Haoran, and mobilized the great power of heaven and earth.

It is the Great Nine Heavenly Hand!

Bang!

I saw Yang Kun's palm slapped on a yang finger, overflowing with energy, distorting the air, and making bursts of roaring sounds, Yang Kun and Duan Surong shouted at the same time, with all their luck, and then the white light soared, and the two of them retreated dozens of steps at the same time, evenly matched.

"Mighty King Kong Palm!"

Master Wukong slapped his palm, and the golden light around his palm was bursting, and the momentum was amazing, Xuanyuan Chong was originally a top first-class martial artist, but he was seriously injured by Jiang Nian and escaped death, and after cultivating in Mingjiao for so long, he had already begun to open up the eight veins of the Qi Jing and stepped into the level of a top martial artist.

"Brush!"

In the face of the full force of the master of Wukong, Xuanyuan Chong appeared extremely confident, and used the Taiji sword technique, the sword technique flowed, containing the meaning of Taiji Yin and Yang, and easily broke the powerful Vajra palm of Wukong.

Wu Kong's heart was shocked, his moves changed rapidly, his hands were claw-shaped, and he used the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, and for a while, a dragon shadow seemed to appear around his body.

Xuanyuan Chong was naturally not afraid, his body flickered, extremely agile, and easily avoided Wukong's attack, and then suddenly stepped out, passing through like a ghost, and came behind Wukong.

"Heartbreaker!"

Xuanyuan Chong snorted softly, turned around, formed a palm with his left hand, used enough strength, and then slapped it with a palm.

Burst!

Master Wukong couldn't dodge, he was hit by a palm, his eyes suddenly widened, his face turned purple and red, he opened his mouth and spit out a large amount of blood, and fell down.

Although Master Wukong had deep internal strength, he was unable to fully display what he had learned in the face of Xuanyuan Chong, and he was already seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Nan Zhaosong, you have rested enough, it's time to kill the people who are in the way!" Xuanyuan Chong glanced at Nan Zhaosong indifferently and shouted.

"Hmm!"

Nan Zhaosong nodded, and slowly walked to Xuanyuan Chong's side, and at the same time, his eyes looked at the ten martial arts masters from various sects.

That is, the original ten referees.

Among them, it naturally includes Duan Jianli, Hua Zhi and so on.

"Nan Zhao Song, Xuanyuan Chong, if you are enemies with us, there will be no good results!" A slightly chubby, bald man with a hammer in his hand shouted with an unkind look.

This person is Shu Dun, a person from the Carefree faction, with good martial arts.

"You'd better think about what you're going to do!" Nan Zhaosong smiled coldly, thinking that the people who had put on a high posture in front of him before had become caged birds, Nan Zhaosong's heart was extremely happy.

"Don't talk nonsense, clean you up, and I'll complete the task!" The long sword in Nan Zhaosong's hand shook, and his body exuded a compelling sword aura.

Xuanyuan Chong smiled slightly, holding the sword in his arms, with the posture of watching a play, and at the same time, most of the attention was on Yue Dingtian, Duan Surong, Yang Kun and the four people of the Eastern Sect Master.

At this time, Xuanyuan Chong's gaze swept around, but he found that Xuanyuan Sect had lost his trace at some point.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Chong seemed to have thought of something, his face was full of shocked and frightened expressions, he didn't say a word, didn't leave anything, and rushed out of the competition venue directly.