"Rivers. ”

At this time, Yan Chengyue's eyes glanced over and he gritted his teeth and shouted out the name of the river.

Now, almost everyone knows about his defeat by Jiang He, so his hatred for Jiang He is at its peak.

At this moment, Yan Chengyue's purpose in participating in the martial arts conference was no longer to reward and fame, but to kill Jiang He!

Jiang He looked at Yan Chengyue's almost murderous gaze, he knew that this was the case, and he should have killed him directly that day.

If Jiang He had known that Yan Chengyue was so violent and murderous, he should have killed him last time and left him with a dog's life, but it would have left disaster in all directions.

The macaque killer suddenly appeared in the martial arts conference, and the three killing gods of Jian Chou and Yan Chengyue suddenly filled the entire martial arts field with a strange atmosphere.

The appearance of the three killing gods put everyone in danger for the warriors who participated in the competition.

Jiang He, as the organizer of the martial arts conference, was able to lead by example, and he couldn't go up and destroy these three guys.

The strength of the macaque killer, Jian Chou and Yan Chengyue should not be underestimated, and they can only let the participating warriors ask for more blessings.

As long as these three people do not endanger the safety of the people of the Changhe Sect, Jiang He does not intend to break the rules, so let the three of them be arrogant for a while.

When they meet the river, their time of death will come.

Next, Jiang He easily won two victories, the first round, and won all three.

Two hours later, the first round ended quickly.

The referees and guards on the martial arts field will directly expel the eliminated martial artists from the martial arts field.

After one round, there were less than 500 of the 3,000 contestants.

The macaque killer, Jian Chou and Yan Chengyue are too brutal, and every time they fight against them, they either admit defeat directly or are killed by one blow.

It is precisely because of the existence of these three people that many martial artists directly gave up the competition, and the speed of the martial arts conference was far beyond imagination.

After all, the rewards of the game are tempting, but you have to have a life to enjoy them.

After a half-hour break, the second round began.

At this time, a battle on a nearby test bench attracted Jiang He's attention.

On the test platform, two figures stood opposite each other.

One of them was very familiar, it was his newly recruited retinue, Wang Xian, who had awakened the battle spirit of the Black Prison Qilin.

The other person was an unfamiliar face, a young man with a handsome face, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, but his strength was not weak, and he had reached the eighth layer of the Heavenly Soul Realm!

Even though he was only eighteen years old, the strength of the eighth layer of the soul realm that day, this talent was definitely the best in Xiliang County.

Wang Xian looked at the other party and noticed that the opponent's strength was not bad, his expression immediately became stern, and he bowed his hand with full courtesy: "Cangyun Academy, Wang Xian." ”

The man returned the salute with a warm smile on his face, "Wuji Pavilion, Xiang Xuanyuan, I've seen Brother Wang." ”

Everyone only felt that his smile was extremely warm, like the sun in the sky, giving people a very comfortable feeling, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, without a trace.

"Xiang Xuanyuan!"

When Wang Xian heard these three words, his face changed, and he was surprised: "You are that Xiang Xuanyuan of Wuji Pavilion in Liangxia County?"

"Wuji Pavilion, the thirteenth sect in the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

At the same moment, on the high platform, Long Xingyun stood up, and his face sank suddenly.

Xu Jingru, Lu Xuan, Lei Zhen, and the eldest grandson Cangtong and others also looked nervous, obviously shocked in their hearts.

Their eyes were all fixed on the sunny boy in the room.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a long figure, a dusty temperament, a plump spirit like jade, a radiant look, and a powerful one, which was very popular with everyone.

Many girls stared at his figure, their eyes were bright, and they all shouted the words "Xiang Xuanyuan", and there was even a thunderous sound.

Xu Jingru and the others frowned more and more heavily.

Wuji Pavilion, in the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, ranked thirteenth major sect, has experienced the change of dynasties, has a long heritage, and each generation has a great martial arts master born.

To put it bluntly, the strength of Wuji Pavilion is stronger than that of Guanhai Immortal Sect and even Cangyun Academy, even compared to the Imperial Family, it is not much different.

Because of this, Long Xingyun and the others were so surprised when they heard Chu Xuanyuan report to his home.

After a long time, what's his name?"

Lu Xuan's face was also a little complicated at this time, and he frowned and said: "It seems to be called Xiang Xuanyuan, I remember that the son of the pavilion master of Wuji Pavilion seems to be also called Xiang ......."

"Xiang Xuanyuan!"

Without waiting for Lu Xuan to finish speaking, Long Xingyun exclaimed, the surprise in his heart reached its peak at this moment, and he was stunned: "The young pavilion master of Wuji Pavilion, the first day in five hundred years, Xiang Xuanyuan!"

"Xiang Xuanyuan, the first day of Wuji Pavilion is a genius!"

On the other side, Xu Jingru also reacted, and said with a shocked old face: "I didn't expect that even he came!"

Xiang Xuanyuan, this name is not only very famous in Changlin County, but also in the entire Eastern Regions.

This person is known as the first genius of Wuji Pavilion in five hundred years, and he is the top of the genius list of the Northern Sea!

Although his strength was only at the ninth level of the Heavenly Soul Realm, his true combat power surpassed that of ordinary Heavenly Soul Realm peak masters.

It is said that this person once fought against the master of the first layer of the God Soul Realm without falling behind.

On the martial arts field, Jiang He looked at Xiang Xuanyuan on the test platform not far away, and had a conclusion in his heart.

This Xiang Xuanyuan is a bit strong, I'm afraid Wang Xian is not his opponent. ”

Wang Xian, now he is an eighth-layer cultivator in the Heavenly Soul Realm, the bloodline of the Black Prison Qilin has been opened, and with the cultivation of the three swords of purgatory given to him by Jiang He, his comprehensive combat power is definitely comparable to that of an ordinary peak martial artist of the Heavenly Soul Realm.

But this Xiang Xuanyuan in front of him was obviously not an ordinary martial artist, but a rare genius.

Jiang He always felt that Xiang Xuanyuan seemed to have a terrifying force hidden in his body, and he was even blocked out.

It's easy to break the obstacles, but alarming the other party is not Jianghe's original intention, so just give up.

On the test table, Wang Xian looked at Xiang Xuanyuan with a surprised expression, and his expression gradually became nervous.

He had heard the name Wuji Pavilion, but he had never heard of Xiang Xuanyuan, so he didn't know the latter's true strength.

"You're no match for me. ”

Xiang Xuanyuan smiled, his black hair danced lightly in the wind, his eyes were clear, and his temperament was unrefined.

It's just that there is no ripple in his words, because he is just stating a fact.

He had already felt that Wang Xian was only the eighth layer of the Heavenly Soul Realm, and with this strength, he was confident that he would defeat the enemy with one move.

"I want to give it a try. Wang Xian saw that the other party's eyes were calm, and there was no contempt, and his eyes were firm.

Xiang Xuanyuan, with two supernatural bloodlines, usually smiling and welcoming people, once he enters the state of anger and is invincible, he can attract the power of heaven and earth to kill the enemy, and he has torn apart a strong man in the first layer of the divine soul realm.

Knowing that he can't do it, he is a real warrior.

"Good. ”

The smile on Xiang Xuanyuan's face remained unchanged and said, "I will fulfill you." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Xuanyuan's figure immediately moved, and he punched out straight without any superfluous movements.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a huge fist shadow rolled out in the air, blasting towards Wang Xian, the void shook, and a roar was released.

"Huh?" Seeing this scene, Jiang He's brows suddenly tightened, and he said in his heart: "This person's strength is so weird, he didn't even use the True Yuan!"

That's right!

Xiang Xuanyuan's punch just now, he didn't use the true yuan at all, it was a straight punch that blasted out, purely relying on the strength of the flesh to release it, and it was actually able to condense a huge fist shadow, and the strength of the flesh was so strong that it was really rare.

Jiang He estimated that the power of Xiang Xuanyuan's punch was extremely strong, and Jiang He could only play so much power without using martial arts.

Xiang Xuanyuan's martial arts are so strong that they are beyond Jiang He's imagination.

Facing Xiang Xuanyuan's punch, Wang Xian's nerves suddenly tensed, and black scale armor immediately appeared on his hand, thick and condensed, and the treasure light flickered, exuding an incomparably strong aura.

Wang Xian also punched out, and the next moment, the two attacks ushered in the most direct collision.

After a dull sound, a rolling wave of air erupted, pushing the heavens and the earth, and the space was squeezed and creaked.

The black scales on Wang Xian's arm gradually disappeared, he snorted, took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He failed, and with one move, he was defeated.

"But, I haven't lost yet!"

Wang Xian raised his head suddenly, the blood at the corner of his mouth remained, but his body became more and more erect, and the light in his eyes flashed, like a big fierce beast that was waking up.

Xiang Xuanyuan stood in place, like a god in the turbulent waves, not moving at all, but the expression on his face quietly changed.

"Huh?" defeated Wang Xian with one punch, and Xiang Xuanyuan's face was not happy, but surprised.

He didn't expect that Wang Xian actually blocked his punch.

The power of this punch looked unremarkable at first glance, but the power contained in it was enough to seriously injure an ordinary Heavenly Soul Realm ninth-layer martial artist.

But Wang Xian only vomited a mouthful of blood, obviously not hurting much, which made Xiang Xuanyuan feel incredible.

On the high platform, Long Xingyun also showed a surprised expression, wiped the fragrant sweat on his white forehead, smiled suddenly, and said hesitantly: "Wang Xian actually blocked this punch!"

She didn't expect that Wang Xian would be able to block Xiang Xuanyuan's punch.

"The power of Xiang Xuanyuan's punch is very terrifying, I didn't expect this kid to be able to take it, and he was not seriously injured, this courage and strength are amazing!" On the side, Lu Xuan couldn't help but approve.

Xu Jingru, Lei Zhen, Changsun Cangtong and others also widened their eyes and expressed their shock at Wang Xian's performance.

However, Jiang He above the martial arts field was not the slightest surprised, but nodded slightly.

If Wang Xian, who had the complete bloodline of the Black Prison Qilin, was defeated by Xiang Xuanyuan with a punch, that would surprise him.

How strong the complete bloodline of the Black Prison Qilin is, except for Jiang He, no one else knows.

The bloodline of their clan, that is the top bloodline of the Qianyuan Continent, even if it is just opened, the improvement of Wang Xian's strength is definitely not to be underestimated.

"Wang Xian, Xiang Xuanyuan is a good opponent, just to confirm how strong you are now. Jiang He smiled slightly, full of expectations for Wang Xian's next performance.

Xiang Xuanyuan, who has two supernatural bloodlines, is invincible in the flesh, and is known as the first genius of Wuji Pavilion in five hundred years.

Wang Xian, with the blood and soul of the Black Prison Qilin, practicing the Three Swords of Purgatory, the three adventures that ordinary people find in their lives, all of them, can be called a generation of ghosts.

Jiang He also wanted to see how much potential Wang Xian could burst out in the face of Xiang Xuanyuan.

"Good. ”

was blocked by Wang Xian's punch, and after Xiang Xuanyuan was surprised, he actually smiled and said, "Let's come again!"

"Okay!" Wang Xian's battle intent was aroused, and he let out a long roar, condensing his own battle spirit, and the huge black prison unicorn phantom almost enveloped the entire competition platform.

On a high platform.

"There is no vision, could it be that he has become a special battle spirit?" Seeing Wang Xian's battle spirit appear, the eldest grandson Cangtong was extremely surprised.

Lei Zhen did not hide his appreciation, and said in a loud voice: "Can transform the ground-level battle soul into a special war soul, and turn decay into magic, Brother Jianghe is really a god!"

"Dean Long, the future of the disciple is immeasurable, and there will be a place for him at the peak of the martial arts in the future. Xu Jingru also sighed again and again.

Speechless, I can't believe it.

She knew about Wang Xian's awakening of the Black Prison Qilin bloodline, and she also knew that his battle spirit had changed, but she had never seen it, let alone imagined such a drastic change.

Since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone changing the battle spirit of a warrior into a special war spirit.

This is not to turn decay into magic, it is simply to change one's life against the sky, there is no one before and no one will come after.

This is not something that human beings can do at all, human beings cannot go against the sky, only God can.

"Jiang He, who is he?" Long Xingyun's delicate body trembled slightly, and his eyes looked down with complicated eyes.

Wang Xian's battle spirit was born, and he couldn't see the pillar of light, let alone any color, all he could see was a fierce beast that covered the sky and the sun, exuding panic and divine power, and subduing the Three Realms.

The special war spirit, the Black Prison Qilin, appears for the first time.

This station, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, will surely go down in history and forever.

"Black Prison Qilin, full blood!"

As Wang Xian's voice fell, the black prison qilin behind him roared angrily, and opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of black air, turning into a brilliant long knife, and the treasure was overflowing.

The long knife full of treasure light, combined with the power of the complete bloodline of the Black Prison Qilin, suddenly released the momentum, like a black cloud crushing the city, swallowing the galaxy.

"Three Swords of Purgatory!"

"The first knife, the thunder that falls into the sky!"

Wang Xian grabbed the long knife, and the sword light intertwined, directly turning into a bucket-thick black heavenly thunder, which shook the void and almost wiped it out.

"Good time!"

Xiang Xuanyuan laughed, his eyes burst out, and he strode forward, but he still didn't use any true yuan, his fists came out together, and his fists seemed to merge with the Great Dao and become a part of heaven and earth.

"Look at me breaking all the ways with one force!"

The black thunder fell, rumbling and shaking, and after the test bench blessed by the secret method of the river, there was a click, and a deep crack appeared.

And Xiang Xuanyuan, with his terrifying strength, forcibly took the fatal blow of the Qilin Knife, and was unscathed.

In front of the powerful and peerless power, all martial arts, secret arts, and supernatural powers are fantasy bubbles and are vulnerable.

It's just that if you want to reach that level, you need at least a strong person in the realm of life and death to perform the miracle of hard resistance martial arts.

Xiang Xuanyuan, haven't even reached the Divine Soul Realm?

Seeing this scene, a kind of martial artists around them looked sluggish, and they were surprised in their hearts, could it be that Xiang Xuanyuan was a monster?

Everyone on the high platform was also stunned.

Long Xingyun, Lu Xuan, Xu Jingru, Lei Zhen, and the eldest grandson Cangtong, these people are all strong, and of course they can see the clues.

It is really unbelievable that Xiang Xuanyuan can achieve such terrifying power with his physical body without using any true yuan.

The name of the first day of the five hundred years of Wuji Pavilion is not a lie!

"Take me another blow!" On the test table, Wang Xian roared angrily, and made up his mind that he must force the other party to use the true yuan.

This time, his momentum is three times stronger!

"Three Swords of Purgatory!"

"The second way, lead the stars!"

The unicorn sword rose from the sky, and the sky and the earth changed color.