"The birth of the White Dragon List is a major event related to the luck of the world, and it is not sloppy at all, let alone any fraud and luck. Originally, Xue Wuxian relied on a little relationship with Emperor Yue, his good reputation in the rivers and lakes, and his unpredictable skills in judging ghosts in politics and politics, he could sit firmly on this first position, but——"

Long Aotian's voice had a wolf-like taste, sharp and sharp, with a little bit of eagerness for quick success: "-After all, he has not experienced a cruel fight in the ring, and he has not experienced a real harsh test. In the end, he still lacks strength, or he thinks that his skills are very strong, and he is still a little short of the facts. In short, he failed and failed to live up to the emperor's good intentions. And the emperor doesn't want to interfere with the birth of a heaven-sent treasure like the White Dragon Bang, what the emperor really hopes for is to return heaven and earth to fairness, therefore!"

Long Aotian paused, raised his voice, and his tone became impassioned: "If you are the first on the white dragon list, you have to go through the ring competition. Oiran is more talented than good-looking, Wendou is better than Huazhang, is this really the world's number one master...... Only those who can defeat their opponents are qualified!"

"Therefore, if you want to make a name for yourself, please come to the ring! Demon Wei Pavilion and Black Mountain Villa, who is qualified to inherit the ancestral business, and who is a traitor to the sect?

His words were so agitating that whether it was the sergeants who came by order, or the heads of other factions who followed and watched the lively collection of intelligence, they couldn't help but applaud. The two people in the middle of the street also clasped their fists and saluted each other with invincible momentum.

These two people, who used to be brothers, are now rivals. One of them is called Sang Tianliang, and the other is called Tian Wanzai.

After the ceremony, Tian Wanzai spoke first:

"Long time no see, Senior Brother Sang Tianliang. ”

Tian Wanzai's tone was polite, and it didn't sound like facing an enemy at all, as if it was a reunion of old friends.

"Long time no see, remnant of the Third Dynasty!" Sang Tianliang was not as good at speaking as him, his tone was full of sarcasm and mockery, but in that mocking tone, there was also a kind of gloomy anger, or jealousy.

"Huh. When Tian Wanzai heard this, he sneered disdainfully: "Now senior brother, you are also a remnant of the Seventh Dynasty, please slaughter the entire army, show loyalty to the slaves of Jianzhou, and don't see your master reward you with one more bone?"

"You!!" Sang Tianliang, who may be clumsy, turned red with his face and neck, and his face looked like a mutant red eggplant at this time.

"The surname is Tian, this seat will make a break with you today!" Sang Tianliang roared angrily, reaching out and clasping his claws, his claws were completely ice blue, and there was a chaotic noise that made people deranged in the invisible cold.

The current head of the Demon Pavilion, it is really not so easy to get along with, in terms of pure strength, he is obviously inferior to Xue Wuxian, but his understanding of the magic moves is that the nine Xue Wuxian together are not comparable to him. As soon as Sang Tianliang made a move, he let the world see that he was able to combine the power of cold, war spirit and fierce ghosts to retain Moweig's fighting style to the greatest extent.

In the cold qi magic skill, there will be no moves that can disturb people's minds, and if you want to control the minds of contemptible people, you can only hope for some poisons that are very troublesome to refine, although these poisons can be mixed in the cold qi and launched together, but to achieve the effect of confusing the mind, the doses required are very huge, and they are completely useless for actual combat, and the ghost claws handed out by the head of the Demon Wei Pavilion actually have this function themselves.

In an inconspicuous corner among the onlookers, the silver-haired boy quietly looked at the ghost claws handed out by Sang Tianliang, and in his ice-blue pupils, first frightened, then incredible, then thoughtful, and finally turned into novelty and excitement. He stretched out two thin fingers, brought them in front of him, looked closely, and seemed to look at your fingerprints with great interest, but the tips of the fingers burst out with red and blue flames at the same time.

The fusion of ice and fire, this is the mystery that he deeply understood many years ago, when he was still in the secret realm of eating snow, but he hadn't had time to use it a few times, and was distracted by various things, and now, he picked up the old perception again, and he could already speak the same vision, so that he really determined the most appropriate use of this kind of hot and cold flame that can switch back and forth.

"Control...... Sure enough, it's a more effective technique than a direct attack. He put down his hand and continued to carefully observe the duel between the two masters.

He, like everyone here, knew that there was only one person alive in the ring with the entire street in the background.

Victory or defeat here equals life and death.

The ghost claw that made a frantic noise with an invisible cold air, went straight to Tian Wanzai's throat, most of the onlookers thought that this was a grappling technique, but Tian Wanzai, who really knew Sang Tianliang, knew that Sang Tianliang would never use any grappling technique, and the ghost claw was a ghost claw, which was used to kill people like a sword. Sang Tianliang's claw skills all have a cruel sharpness.

"That's right, I'm here today, and I hope there's a real break between us. Tian Wanzai waved his hand gracefully and handed out a straight punch. The moment his fist was swung out, in addition to the invisible cold, the air was filled with a quiet, suffocating pressure, this pressure was brutal and strong, as if a transparent mountain peak was pressed down fiercely, it was not qi, it was not cold, it was not even the fluctuation of the battle spirit, but ......

Domineering.

All the onlookers, including Silver Dust, had never seen this kind of momentum, or rather, this was a special attack method that was the same as the noise in Sang Tianliang's energy. This domineering pressure is the same, I'm afraid that except for Tian Wanzai, no one can say the source clearly. It is mysterious and powerful, brutal yet seren. Tian Wanzai blasted out with a punch, and the quiet air pressure seemed to be specifically aimed at Sang Tianliang, easily suppressing the noise like a fierce ghost howling.

The fist collided with the ghost claw.

The invisible cold qi suddenly collided together, turning into a circle of transparent ripples, spreading, and a thin layer of frost formed under the feet of the two of them, and a few small ice spikes protruded. After the cold collided, Sang Tianliang's ghost claw was sealed by Tian Wanzai's punch, and the ghost claw that was hit in the palm instantly lost its former sharpness, even if Sang Tianliang clenched the ghost claw hard, the thin finger force could not shake Tian Wanzai's fist in the slightest.

Sang Tianliang immediately stopped, and Tian Wanzai did not take advantage of the victory to attack. In the Cold Qi Demon Skill, there is no such thing as competing with each other for cultivation and internal strength, because when the moves of the two people are unable to hold each other, either of them can reverse the situation through the transformation of the battle spirit, and when the battle soul beasts are entangled with each other and stalemate, either of the two can also achieve victory by detonating the battle spirit.

In short, there was no reason for them to stalemate, so after the initial temptation, they all withdrew their hands and prepared for this real collision.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sang Tianliang withdrew his hand, gently moving his palm, which was numb from the shock, the stagnant momentum emanating from Tian Wanzai's fist made him feel completely unfamiliar, and this strangeness also made him lose many chances of winning.

"This is the imperial spirit inherited from the Third Dynasty, which specializes in restraining the carving insect skills that disturb the appreciation of others. When Tian Wanzai said this, his tone was no longer as calm as before, but with a solemn and solemn momentum. Listening to his tone full of sacredness, Sang Tianliang snorted angrily and said, "Disrupting other people's minds is the foundation of my sect's demonic skills, this is the rule set by the ancestor master, if you violate it like this, it will be equivalent to betraying the master!"

"Do you think Montenegro Zhang is still some kind of micro-grid inheritance? It's ridiculous. I can't wait to borrow your Morwig tricks. The fact that the Demon Wei Pavilion Technique can be borrowed by the remnants of a great dynasty such as us is enough to prove its value, and Brother Mo Wei should be grateful!" Tian Wanzai said in a tone that was almost a song of merit and virtue. To Sang Tianliang's ears, these words were simply nonsense, and they were the biggest slander and insult to the thousand-year-old inheritance of the Demon Wei Pavilion.

"What are you crazy about! Chef is also something you can slander at will!" Sang Tianliang roared angrily, his figure disappeared in place, and at the same moment, more than a dozen Sang Tianliang appeared beside Tian Wanzai at once, and the pitch-black afterimages left by hundreds of ghost claws cracked into the sky were covered like a net from heaven and earth, and in the cold air that should have been colorless and tasteless, many black particles were mixed in, forming many faint black smoke. There was a strange sour smell wafting from this darkness, which was obviously a high-quality soul scattering poison.

The howls of the disruptive ghosts remained in the air. In the face of Sang Tianliang's unreserved offensive, Tian Wanzai narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his hands into fists, lowered his shoulders and waist, and waved his heavy black fists again and again without hurry. His fist style is the same as Sang Tianliang's claw shadow, which is also black, and also has a faint sour taste. The moment the black claw shadow collided with the black fist shadow, they merged with each other, turning into black smoke and floating in the air, giving the two of them the same degree of nuisance.

The poisonous mist of scattered souls spread, and the crowd of onlookers retreated in panic, no one wanted to suffer from the pond fish. Yin Chen, who was hiding in the crowd, looked at the two uncles of the Demon Wei Pavilion who had a little white sideburns in the same room, and couldn't help but think of Yun Wuyue who died tragically in the cave, Zhang Mengmeng who sacrificed himself to leave his life, as well as Wei Wuliang, and Feng Lieshan who tragically fell into the lava, and his heart was bitter. A nihilistic name that is the number one in the world can really make a great sect brother Xiao Wall, who claims to be the true heir of the Demon Pavilion, look at Long Aotian's eyes who presided over the ring, and his eyes are also full of hatred and killing intent.

However, Long Aotian, who had been washed away by Xi'er, only glanced at this side with some sense, and did not say anything more. There was contempt in his gaze, the eyes of a noble person looking at a casteless pariah. The silver-haired boy received this look, and his clenched right hand suddenly relaxed, and he quietly let out a sigh. He was relieved to see this kind of look, and he relaxed a little.

But at the moment when he relaxed a little, a faint layer of killing intent suddenly permeated the crowded crowd of onlookers, and this killing intent shrouded the silver dust at the moment. The silver-haired boy turned his head in surprise.

The ice-blue pupils caught a black figure, and the silver figure disappeared in an instant, and resurfaced in the place where the black figure had just appeared, where there was already a vacant seat for a person, and that figure, this god mysteriously flashed into the restaurant.

At this time, the restaurant was almost empty, and the boss and his buddies had already locked the door, mingling in the crowd of onlookers to watch the excitement, watching the two masters of the world fight back and forth. The silver-haired boy teleported to the front of the restaurant, where he saw that the lock on the door had been violently broken.

The door of the restaurant was hidden, and the silver-haired boy hesitated, or rather, he pretended to hesitate, but actually probed the internal environment with his divine sense, and then gently opened the door, and his figure flashed into the restaurant.

At the same time, two blood springs suddenly erupted from the center of the Yangtze River, and Sang Tianliang and Tian Wanzai hit each other at the same time.

The magic skills they practiced were almost the same, and the moves they were used to using had already been familiar to each other. The simple ghost claw and the overlord's fist are impossible to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and the result of the two fighting is that both sides lose.

Tian Wanzai's shoulder, the black robe was shattered, the chain-shaped inner armor was broken and rolled, and a scar with fleshy skin was drawn from the left shoulder to the chest, just the width of a fingernail, deep to the bone, and dark red blood continued to overflow.

Almost one or two pieces of flesh are gone, in the black soul scattering poison, some of the ingredients that belong to the raw poison are slowly eroding the flesh and blood near the wound, Tian Wanzai snorted coldly, and the entire chest cavity lit up with blue ice light, as if another body grew out of the flesh and bones, the chest muscles expanded at high speed, forcibly closing the wound, and at the same time forming a layer of at least three inches thick in the chest, which belonged to some kind of protomonkey creature solid pectoral muscles, which were used as breastplates.

On the other side, Sang Tianliang's left cheek had been completely sunken, and his black domineering fist shattered her skull, but the blue ice light quickly greeted his original head, and a harder and thicker ice skull made his entire skull nearly double and become a huge skull.

The blue ice mist spread, and as soon as it came into contact with the black poison cloud, it was immediately contaminated and assimilated into a black poison cloud. The two supreme masters, who were also from the Demon Pavilion, had to immediately lift the battle soul transformation state and return to the normal human form again, but after the battle soul form that they had just maintained for less than 1/3 of a second was lifted, the injuries on their bodies that were originally quite heavy disappeared along with the battle soul form.

The two of them were full of coldness, and they still had the demeanor of a grandmaster in their gestures. This time, as if they had made an appointment, the two raised their left legs at the same time, and kicked each other with the same black magic crane-shaped leg.

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