"Unsettled!"

Liu ruthlessly shouted, and the black air flow accompanied by sharp sword light gushed out like a tide, condensing into a huge grimace behind Liu ruthlessly.

The grimace opened its big mouth, as if it was about to swallow Chu Ming into its belly, but it turned into a pitch-black giant sword again three feet away from his body!

Green lotuses are placed in the air, making people feel like they are in a lotus pond, but there are many murderous opportunities in this beautiful scenery.

Each lotus flower seemed to be delicate and powerless, but in fact it was indestructible, and as soon as the pitch-black giant sword penetrated, it was surrounded, and it was difficult to enter in the slightest.

"Qinglian Gathering!"

Countless green lotuses gathered together like water droplets, forming a huge lotus flower, and the pitch-black giant sword was directly swallowed into the flower buds, and went mercilessly towards the willow!

"Ghost Eater!"

A large black hole was created in Liu's ruthless back, as if it went straight to the underworld, and one by one skeleton soldiers kept coming out, and pounced with teeth and claws.

It's like water rushing into an anthill, except that the big water here refers to Qinglian instead of countless skeleton soldiers.

Those skeletal soldiers who looked fierce and vicious had not yet come into contact with Qinglian, and when they were still a foot apart, they were strangled by the sword qi contained above, and the entire formation was split in two.

Burst~

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and Liu's ruthless body was shocked and flew out.

"What, Senior Brother Liu actually lost, or lost to another swordsman!"

The second elder on the VIP table also showed a hint of surprise, "Qinglian Sword Technique! He actually practiced the Qinglian Sword Technique!" "The Qinglian Sword Technique is said to be a sword technique, but it is only a prototype, just a general concept, but Chu Ming only understood the sword moves based on these!

The Second Elder had already made up his mind that no matter what the outcome of this big competition was, he would make Chu Ming a key cultivation target.

The three elders were also very surprised by Chu Ming's performance, compared to the performance in the last life and death ring, Chu Ming's progress was too great, but he knew that this was far from Chu Ming's limit, as for whether he could beat He Chongyang and Xue Wuxi?

The answer is immediately known.

People haven't recovered from the fight they just had before a heavyweight battle begins.

Snow without a trace against He Chongyang

One is the first in the previous session and the other is the second in the previous session.

I don't know what kind of battle there will be this time.

In the ring, He Chongyang's eyes were full of undisguised battle intent, "Your breath makes me even more impenetrable, but I haven't stood still for so long."

Xue Wuxian was dressed in a white robe, and stood with his hands in his hands, "Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, maybe you can defeat me this time."

"Reasonable" He Chongyang grinned, his momentum soared, and a rush of blood qi broke out of his body, pulling the surrounding air, forming a violent air current, sweeping away.

The snow was unmoved, the temperature around it dropped rapidly, and the water in the air condensed into ice crystals, as if it was snowing.

The whole ring was divided into two, usually a blood-colored wind raging, and the other half was covered with fine snow, and even the trajectory of the snowflakes was so random that it was not affected in the slightest.

"Bloody rain and bloody wind!" He Chongyang shouted, the big knife behind his back was already in his hand, and he slashed it hard.

Peng Bai's sword qi blended into the wind flow, and became even more violent, like a flying knife with a physical handle, and the sound of breaking the air constantly came, and there was even a phenomenon of vaporization liquid in the very condensed place, like a drop of blood, and like a sharp arrow, impacting the snow scene.

"Snow full of rivers" snow is even bigger, in terms of goose feathers and heavy snow are not enough to describe it, it is almost the same as a downpour.

Each wind blade and every blood arrow can defeat a large number of snowflakes, but the snowflakes are produced faster.

For a while, the ring seemed to have become two heavens and two worlds. The two are equally divided.

"Senior Brother He is amazing, he can actually fight with Senior Brother Xue without falling behind"

"That's not it, Senior Brother He was the second in the last session, maybe he can win the first place this time."

"That's not it, after all, Senior Brother Xue isn't serious yet."

"According to what you mean, Senior Brother He is serious?"

......

The disciples in the audience each had their own support, and Chu Ming was also staring at the changes on the field, after all, this level of battle was not something that could be seen casually.

It's not that the cultivation of both sides is too high, but the experience, reactions, and use of martial arts by both sides may be of some help or enlightenment to their future cultivation.

Xue Wuxian and He Chongyang also knew that this was just a temptation, and everyone still had a backhand.

"Blood Sea Floating Slaughter!" He Chongyang took the lead, and the blood-colored big knife was clenched around his waist and slashed out.

The world that was still raging just now seemed to calm down in an instant, turning into a boundless sea of blood, and in the middle of the sea of blood there was a huge whirlpool, and a floating pagoda slowly flew out. It glows with blood, and it looks quite eerie. Towards the snow without a trace of suppression.

"Frozen mountains and rivers!" Xue Wuxian took a deep breath, formed a palm with his left hand, clenched his fist with his right hand, and pushed it out hard.

A stream of white light crashed headlong into the sea of blood, and the sea that was still turbulent just now began to freeze at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood-colored floating slaughter seemed to lose momentum and listened slowly.

"Drink!" The blood on He Chongyang's body became even stronger, and he pulled and pushed with both hands.

The sea of blood received the traction, first accumulating its strength, and then rushing forward, destroying all the ice in front of it.

"Condensation!" The scattered ice chips came closer together, condensing into a huge ice giant palm, holding Futu in his hand!

The "bloody hand" raised his right hand weakly, and the sea of blood condensed into the shape of a big hand, and slapped it towards the ice giant palm

The two forces collided together, forming a vacuum, and then rapidly expanded and spread out in all directions.

The snow did not move at all, but He Chongyang took three steps back, and He Chongyang laughed, "Awesome! But this is just the beginning!"

Countless blood-colored swords, like waning moons, cut the air into pieces, and He Chongyang also turned into a blood arrow and followed.

The snow does not dodge without a trace, and his arms are waved.

Boom boom boom~

Like the sound of a boulder falling to the ground, Xue Wuxian incorporated all the space of more than ten meters in front of him into his strike range, scattering the sword.

He Chongyang's figure appeared behind the knife curtain, and there seemed to be blood-colored flames burning on his arms, and with the force of his arms, the flames merged into the knife, and he slashed sideways!

A blood color of more than ten meters was busy, as if it had the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

Xue Wuxian raised his right hand into a palm and stood at his side.

The sword rays of more than ten meters seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, getting slower and slower, and their surface was slowly covered by frost, and finally stopped completely when they came to the front of Xue Wuxian again, and with a light pat, the sword rays completely dispersed.

This is a push with the left hand, and a cold current rushes away.

He Chongyang swung his knife into the rung, but was knocked back a few steps. The last step cracked the hard platform with one foot, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Not bad, but it's not enough!"

He Chongyang stomped on the ground on the other side again, the true qi in his body skyrocketed, and a blood-red light appeared around his body, but it did not spread out, nor did it rise to the sky, but floated behind him, slowly merging into a blood-colored ghost.

The blood-colored ghost shadow is more than three feet high, very similar to the phantom of the mountain god condensed behind Shi Potian, but it is obviously much more advanced than that.

The blood-colored ghost shadow has a strong attack power, but it can give He Chongyang a huge blessing.

Roar~~

The ghost let out a roar, and a blood-red wave of light erupted

With a wave of his hand, a cold snap was released, and Xue Wuxian flew out with a light tap on his toes, which was the first time since the game that Xue Wuji took the initiative to attack.

The cold qi above the two fists was loud, and several punches were thrown out in a row

"Crazy slash in troubled times!" He Chongyang also rushed forward, and a long knife danced impenetrably, taking all the strength of his fist.

Without waiting for Xue Wuxian to make other moves, He Chongyang relied on the blessing of the ghost shadow to mention the true qi again, and used the ghost shadow to seal all the retreats of Xue Wuji, and then slashed at him and slashed at Xue Wuji's chest.

However, it did not happen as imagined, and the "snow without a trace" directly shattered and turned into pieces of ice chips!

"Ice Mirror!" He Chongyang screamed, and a sense of crisis came and made his hair stand upside down.

Not too small, according to the instinct of a martial artist, He Chongyang decided to retreat immediately.

"It's late!" a voice came from behind.