Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Cong's entire face looked extremely hideous. 『』【Big*School*Bag*Small*Say*Net dashubao】

Yes!

This guy turned over a carp and stood up, as if it was a tumbler that could not be defeated, and his vitality was extremely vigorous.

After reaching out and wiping the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, the guy looked at Murong Bai Senran and said with a smile: "Murong Bai! I don't know if you dare to compete with me? Don't worry, if I can't win against you in this move, I will admit defeat!"

Yang Cong saw that Murong Bai not only had a strong defense, but also a sharp attack, so he wanted to use the hidden hole cards to compete with Murong Bai.

Murong Bai raised his hand to put away the red umbrella and black flame knife, then looked at Yang Cong, and said coldly: "Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed!

Murong Baixin said: "This guy is definitely going to use the ghost dao exercises, although Lao Tzu's Prajna Dragon and Tiger Fist is powerful, but it may only be able to tie with this fight, in this way, it will be a draw, such a cheap, Lao Tzu will not let you pick it up!"

Yang Cong saw that Murong Bai agreed in front of everyone, and immediately rejoiced in his heart: "Murong Bai, this time you died, I can only blame you for being careless!"

Yang Cong silently summoned back the golden spittoon, and put it in the storage bag along with the scarlet sword.

For a while, there was an eerie calm in the ring.

One of Murong Bai's divine senses spread out, and while firmly locking on Yang Cong, he secretly operated his cultivation, and the moment Yang Cong made a move, he would launch a stormy attack.

Call!

At this moment, Yang Cong's whole body cultivation exploded, and an invisible wave of qi swayed in the air, setting off a cold wind in an instant, causing the temperature in this space to drop a lot in an instant, and even the sky was dark.

Woo!

A dark and cold wind rushed towards Murong Bai, his clothes fluttering and his hair flying, but Murong Bai's eyes were staring at Yang Cong without blinking.

I saw that Yang Cong's hands were raised violently, and after the rapid transformation of the seal, a gray ball of light was formed between his palms.

The gray ball of light that was spinning at high speed shone with gray arcs from time to time, which seemed to be extraordinary.

At the moment when Yang Cong's red eyes were fixed on Murong Bai's body, a trace of hideousness suddenly appeared on his entire face, and then he roared violently in his heart.

"Destroy the world! Send you back to the West! Kill!"

With the roar in his heart, Yang Cong's hands suddenly flipped outward, and in an instant, the fist-sized gray ball of light flew out directly.

Boom!

The fist-sized gray ball of light, with a buzzing sound like tearing space, instantly swelled to three zhang away, and almost in the blink of an eye, a huge gray ball of light was formed, shattering the void, and a thick gray lightning slashed towards Murong Bai.

"Humph!"

After Murong Bai sneered, while his left leg stepped forward slightly, his hands suddenly spit out, and he shouted coldly in his heart: "Burning the Heavens and Destroying the Heavens!"

With a low shout, two red beams of light suddenly erupted from the palms of Murong Bai's hands.

Airplanes!

The red beam of light instantly changed into two red dragons more than six feet long, and after one meandered and staggered, it raised the hideous dragon head, opened its bloody mouth, and with a snort, it slammed towards the huge gray ball of light that roared.

But at this moment, Yang Cong suddenly showed a contemptuous smile on his face, and then gritted his teeth and roared: "Tarsal Soul Chasing Needle, send you to the Yin Cao!"

Before the words fell, I saw him raise his arm and wave it vigorously, and in an instant, six gray electric lights, like ghosts, galloped towards Murong Bai.

This guy actually ignored the roaring red dragon, and fought to defeat Murong Bai.

As long as those six soul-chasing needles stabbed Murong Bai, then Yang Cong would not only win the competition, but Murong Bai would no longer be able to cultivate from now on, and he would be completely reduced to a wasted person.

Rumble!

One of the red dragons, the moment it collided with the gray ball of light, both collapsed and scattered, and in an instant, the gray-red aura storm, like a tsunami, swept in all directions.

The other red dragon, at a speed faster than the naked eye, rushed out from the rolling waves of gray-red spiritual qi and directly bombarded Yang Cong's body.

Bang!

At this time, Yang Cong didn't have time to dodge at all, and was blasted out, poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person smashed directly into the ring.

Look at Murong Bai again.

Fortunately, the divine consciousness has been locked on Yang Cong's body, and at the same time as the two fire dragons were blasted, Murong Bai's divine sense immediately swept the Sumeru ring, sacrificed the red umbrella, and after blocking the six gray electric lights that galloped in, the whole body retreated violently.

Sou!

In the violent retreat, Murong Bai drew a curved arc shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he swept into the sky.

Kill!

Without waiting to stand firm, Murong Bai directly sacrificed the Black Flame Knife, whoosh, a black long rainbow, piercing through the void, a few points faster than lightning, towards Yang Cong, who fell on the ring, slashed fiercely.

Since Yang Cong was able to launch two attacks in a row, there was no need for Murong Bai to abide by any agreement to determine the outcome of one move, at this time, there was only one goal, and that was to defeat Yang Cong, who had suddenly skyrocketed in cultivation.

Bang!

Yang Cong didn't have time to get up, and he was slashed on the chest by the Black Flame Knife.

Rumble!

Yang Cong's entire body was blasted out again, and in the ring, there was a long trace, which directly hit the formation light curtain.

Poof!

If it weren't for the critical moment when he turned on the defensive armor on his body, Yang Cong would definitely be in a catastrophe this time.

Murong Bai saw that Yang Cong still didn't admit defeat, and while secretly giving a thumbs up in his heart, his fingers volleyed a little into the air, and in an instant, a golden aura struck into the black flame knife.

Woo!

After the black flame knife slammed down, it directly rolled up a black wind wave, and with a bang, it slashed towards Yang Cong again.

"I admit defeat!" At this time, Yang Cong finally felt the threat of death, and said with a busy expression.

In fact, even if he sacrificed the golden spittoon again, he would not be able to block the attack of the Black Flame Knife, because this guy had already been injured and his cultivation had fallen greatly, so in order to save his life, he simply admitted defeat.

Yang Cong is now the only one left in the Yang family, and he wants to save his life, wait until his strength is strong enough, and then regain the position of the city lord of Lingwu City, and correct his father Yang Wuji's name.

Since he can't beat Murong Bai with all his best efforts now, it is better to retain a little strength and deal with the next competition.

With a hint of unwillingness, Murong Bai raised his hand and beckoned back the Black Flame Knife, he didn't want to violate the rules of the competition at this time and be sent out of the ring by Xuanye, besides, the current Yang Cong is not afraid at all, there will be opportunities in the future, and he is not in a hurry!

At this point, Murong Bai finally won the first battle smoothly.

"The alliance leader is mighty!"

"Alliance leader! Okay, we all support you!" Chen Buyi, Ma Sangun and the others scattered cultivators, suddenly jumped high, very excited.

"Well, this kid is good!" Qin Nantian twisted his hand and smiled.

"It seems that this kid is also very promising to break into the final four. Although Zhuge Lanying recognized Murong Bai's strength, he didn't think that Murong Bai would win the championship.

Qin Nantian smiled silently.

The second elder was carefree and the deer steward laughed even more, picked up the wine jar, and drank it.

For a time, on the Xuanwu Peak, there was a lively scene.

After Murong Bai waved his hand in the direction of Xuanwu Peak, he stepped into the pillar of luck in the gentle gaze that was watching from the Joyful Allure City.

Airplanes!

The red qi luck pillar was raised by two zhang again, reaching twenty-eight zhang, which was still the highest among all the disciples on the field, while Yang Cong's qi luck pillar was directly reduced to half, if he lost one more game, I am afraid he would have to withdraw from the personal battle.

"Allure, in the next competition, you must be careful, you really can't stand it, just directly sacrifice the flame bomb, don't worry, I still have a lot here!" Murong Bai said with concern to the city

"Hmm!" After feeling Murong Bai's concern, his heart pounded and he hummed softly.