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And Pan Jin in the air was panicked at the moment and didn't dare to move the slightest, the spiritual power around him should have been gentle, but at this moment, it was like a sword blade, straight to his body. The whole body felt like it was inside a sword cage.

Fenji smiled, looked at Pan Jin in the air, and a cry came out.

"Together"

The sound of wind marks fell, and what came out again was that above Pan Jin's scream, his entire body was like ten thousand swords shot through, and dozens of blood arrows burst out from his body. The pale face died with a look of fear. The immortal seal on his forehead dissipated, and he disappeared into the center of the wind mark eyebrows.

The end of this station made all the monks dare not have the slightest intention of despising the wind marks.

"Sure enough, it's the first Ming Kenshin, and the downward battle is interesting. ”

An hour later, all the competitions have ended, and at this moment, two of the four people in the outer gate have lost their opponents. In the entire Ascension Immortal Terrace, only twenty people remained here, and except for the wind marks, the rest were all mid-stage cultivators of the Imperial Realm. Among them, the inner door is the majority, and it occupies ten places. The nine of the outer gate went to defeat the opponent at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.

These twenty people can be said to be the top new generation in the Heavenly Spirit Valley.

Qin Yu is recognized as one of the Heavenly Spirit Valleys.

An Zhixue, who wants to exist side by side with Qin Yu, doesn't let alone let it go.

Di Qing, one of the dark horses in the inner gate, is unparalleled in guns, indulgent in anger, and a monk of the dark cultivation stream.

Luo Thirteen, surnamed Luo, his identity can be imagined, and he has always been drunk and fighting opponents, winning opponents in less than 100 rounds each time. I can't tell how many cards he has, or whether he's using all his strength.

Qingyi, a young man with sword skills, is one of the dark horses in the inner gate, and has been around 8,000 on the list of ten thousand lives before. And before that, he easily defeated the cultivation of Mingmen's digital position.

The knife is also one of the dark horses in the inner door, the knife is vertical and horizontal, the purple gas is cute, and the purple blades are all domineering.

Chen Yong, the second prince of Chen Guo, his personality is like the simple spear in his hand, with an ancient atmosphere and is not good at words.

Fu Xiang, who used to be the first on the list of Wansheng in the inner gate, was defeated by An Zhixue in a big battle and became the second place at present, but his strength should not be underestimated. I heard that the defeat was a defeat under the condition of insufficient spiritual power.

Wind Scar, Feng Jia's two brothers and sisters, rumored to be a year-long Wind Scar, once in the Void Realm alone against six monks in the late stage of the Imperial Realm, although the situation was different at the time, but victory is victory, there is no explanation to cover up such a fact, Feng Jia, not long ago repelled with a palm, two late Imperial Realm and dozens of Void Realm monks, not a vegetarian.

Likan, a monk of the Ming Gate, is known as the God Exterminator, and his qualifications do not need to be introduced.

Mei Yiyi, a monk of the Ming Gate, Dark Mei has Wen Hua, a song of snow branches hanging, Qin Xiu, and the power of sound waves, defeating the alliance of the eighth and ninth places in the inner gate.

When the wind comes, he is one of the four masters of the outer gate, and he is also the first monk of the outer gate to enter the imperial realm. With a stone gun in his hand, he is tall and bright Li Yuncheng.

Wang San, one of the four masters of the outer gate, the founder of the skein gate, has the cultivation of the pinnacle of the imperial realm, and a loose hand combat skill, in his hands is also like a dragon entering water.

Tao Tao, a monk of the Ming Gate, the big waves are not exhausted. The combination of waves and sand makes him a strong one.

He Jian, a monk of the Ming Gate, his sword is like a name, where to go, do whatever you want. I don't know if it's a combat technique or a secret technique. Or maybe he did it at will.

Ri Han, the third place on the Inner Gate Wansheng List, mastered the way of water and fire, and his position on the Wansheng List has never declined.

Dead wood, the fourth place on the Inner Gate Ten Thousand Life List, the dry exercises are running to the extreme, even the spiritual power around you will also be dried up.

Hedong, the fifth place in the inner gate rankings, he is a monk who cultivates the formation, and he has mastered the corner of the edge of the three thousand arrays. It is this corner that can stand out from his peers.

Wang Lin, the ninth place on the Inner Gate Wansheng List, is mediocre, without any deeds, only the identity that has always stood in the ninth place, no matter how the monk above changes, he still stands in the ninth place, maybe this is the symbol of the ninth place, forever.

"I'm looking forward to the battle in the future."

"Don't worry, it won't keep us waiting. ”

"I'm going to set up a gamble" This is a monk from the Ming Gate, who was unexpectedly eliminated in the second trial.

"In the first battle, the wind mark vs. the sword mantle" The voice of the dome sounded again, and Leng Feng didn't expect that this first game would actually be his own appearance, and the pressure in the first game was much greater. And the knife is also a challenge for the wind mark.

After a little agreement, the two stepped into the Ascension.

"I didn't expect it to be so soon, and we met again" Dao Xiao showed a wicked smile, he was a cultivator in the middle of the imperial realm, and he had a strong superiority.

"I didn't expect that either," Leng Feng smiled in the same way.

"The gambling game is open, pressing one to lose one, only one stick of incense. When the voice of the dome zygote fell, Ximen Jing also set up a gambling arena. You can't get along with anything, and you can't get along with money.

As soon as the gamble began, hundreds of thousands of monks became a sensation.

"Wind marks, I crush wind marks"

"Knife hammer, I will press that knife hammer" seems to be nature, and a short stick of incense can suppress the gambling world with millions of spirit coins. Such a sensation made Ximen Jing swallow a mouthful of saliva fiercely, fortunately, the strength of the two sides is almost the same, and the monks who bet on it also make the deposits of both sides maintain an inexplicable balance.

The gambling game in the outside world began, and the wind mark and the sword scar had already begun to fight.

The sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air was heard, and the nine soul locks burst out, and Leng Feng, who had entered the spirit realm, was more comfortable with the control of soul power. The divine fetus in the Divine Palace did not have the slightest clumsiness at this moment.

Looking at the attack of the soul lock, Dao Yan took out his slender purple moon, even though he was in the middle of the imperial realm, he did not have the slightest meaning of despising the wind marks. Ziyue swung out continuously, and the nine purple blades collided directly with the nine soul locks, and he didn't stop in his hand, pinching the knife, and a purple momentum suddenly rose from his body.

The eyes and hair, which were originally black, slowly turned purple at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Ziyue Duel, he is the descendant of Zimi. Dome looked at Dome Hirako. Who is Zimi, among the three, I'm afraid only Qiongxiaozi doesn't know.

"You said yes, that's it, I don't know where that kid is now" Qiongheiko fell into reminiscence.

Hundreds of years ago, Zi Mi was only an inner disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Valley, and he was at the peak of the Imperial Realm, and in his generation, he relied on this Purple Moon Duel to win the championship of the original Great Competition of the Spirit Valley. Time has passed, and since then, he has broken through the condensing realm and stepped into the spirit realm, without stopping to inquire about the route of immortality.

Seeing the heirs of Zimi today, I can't help but look up to Zimi, who used to have long purple hair.

"Purple you are much more pleasing to the eye than before. Fengji said with a smile, but he didn't stop in his hand, he took out the thunder sword, the spiritual power operated, the sword heart was sprouting, and the spiritual power around him fluctuated, and it was replaced by a spirit sword composed of spiritual power, and the spirit sword formed a mutually compatible and gradual essence, which was comparable to nine spirit swords at the imperial level.

The thunder sword waved, the spirit sword in the void combined, the ten thousand sword tricks worked, the stegosaurus appeared, the roaring sound came out, and the black scale armor appeared on the body of the stegosaurus, turning into a black dragon again. The hideous face made the monks watching from the outside world fearful.

The two didn't say much, they slaughtered one after another, the purple spiritual power, around the sword, the purple moon in his hand waved away, the wind mark pinched the sword trick, the stegosaurus slaughtered away, the soul power was scattered, condensed again, and the eyes of the god fetus directly broke through the nine purple blades.

The nine soul locks condensed to form a sky-supporting hand, and slapped towards the knife fiercely, since entering the spirit realm, Leng Feng can freely control the transformation of soul power.

The soul hand and the stegosaurus attacked, the purple eyes of the sword man, did not show the slightest panic, the momentum was elegant, the purple moon in the hand moved horizontally, and with a sudden wave, the purple Kunpeng appeared, more god-like than in the third trial before, a pair of purple wings, close to the stegosaurus of the wind mark.

After the formation of the purple Kunpeng, the sword screamed angrily, and the purple moon in his hand also turned into a purple blade, facing the soul hand, with a sudden wave, the soul hand formed by the wind mark suddenly dissipated between heaven and earth.

After "killing" and breaking the two moves, the sword did not stop, and he attacked the wind mark with the purple moon.

Leng Feng didn't stop, the thunder sword caught up, and the sound of metal intersecting came out, and the swords struck each other. A ripple of spiritual power came from there, and it came from the place where it struck.

The two parted without stopping, and once again slashed at each other with their swords in hand.

The sound of swords colliding kept coming out, and in a short tea time, the two had collided for dozens of rounds, and the more they collided, the more surprised they became, their own purple moon was a spirit knife at the level of condensation. This time it was not like in the third trial, there was no ability to stimulate Ziyue's potential. This time, he can't lose, he has been lurking for so long, he wants to town Tianling Valley at this moment, so that all the monks in Tianling Valley can remember his name.

Suddenly, the purple moon rose up frantically, and the purple moon in his hand suddenly expanded a circle.

"Sealing the Moon Slash" This is one of the highest level secret techniques of the Purple Moon Duel.

The sword raised its sword and stood in the air, and a purple crescent moon appeared in the air, slashing towards the wind. The purple qi released from the outside made the surrounding void shake.

The purple blade of the crescent moon struck quickly, looking at the purple crescent moon, Leng Feng stimulated the golden body fluid in his body, his arms instantly changed into gold, and he lifted the thunder sword and greeted it.

"Bang" The collision of gold and purple, Leng Feng retreated a few feet, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the retreat of the wind marks, the sword did not stop chasing after the victory, and shouted angrily again.

"Half Moon Absolute" After the Half Moon Jue roared out, Nabi Feng Yue did not give in.

With a muffled snort, the thunder sword in Leng Feng's hand was also stimulated into a golden blade, colliding with it again. The two fused into one, and in just an instant, the fused gold and purple colors burst out in an instant.

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