And the Dragon Slaying Pavilion is here...... But no one appeared for a long time.

"Uncle Jing, let me go. I can feel that this woman on the stage is very strong. Offstage, Murong Jian, who was dressed in a light blue robe, had a calm face and said to the bald old man in front of him, "I trust the strength of my junior brothers, but the aura on this woman's body ...... Apparently hidden, more than that...... In addition, the aura on her body is very strange. ”

Yuan Jing's brows furrowed, still hesitating.

In the face of a little-known sect in the central region, it is obviously unreasonable to send out a trump card in the first small game.

Moreover, Yuan Jing also has selfish intentions.

He is the leader of this year's Hundred Sects Competition, the leader of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion.

In the team, there is his personal disciple Yuan Hao.

The reason why he brought Yuan Hao was to let him appear on the stage, show his skills, and accumulate some sect honors.

If Murong Jian is sent, the opportunity will be lost once.

Of course, what Murong Jian said also makes sense.

The strength of this female disciple of the Purple Flame Palace is indeed very strange.

But Yuan Hao's strength is not weak, and his cultivation realm has reached the middle of the Yuan infant stage.

Even if this woman's true strength is twice as strong as it appears, he is confident that Yuan Hao can win.

"Yuan Hao, this time you are on. After thinking about it, Yuan Jing made a decision.

Yuan Hao is his personal disciple, and he trusts him very much.

"Uncle Jing......" Murong Jian's face changed slightly, and he wanted to say something.

Yuan Jing waved his hand and said, "Jian'er, I have made up my mind, let Yuan Hao go this time...... How can there be a reason to play a trump card at the beginning......"

Murong Jian wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"Senior Brother Murong, please believe me, I will definitely win the victory for the Dragon Slaying Pavilion!" Yuan Hao bowed to Murong Jian and said.

Murong Jian bowed his head lightly and instructed, "Senior brother, be careful in everything. If you feel that something is wrong, you can immediately raise your hand to admit defeat, and don't force it."

Yuan Hao hugged his fists to the various brothers behind him again, and jumped onto the competition platform.

Showing one's strength on such a big stage as the Hundred Sect Dabi is a dream for any sect disciple.

And if you can win, it is a great honor.

Yuan Hao stood on the stage, feeling the many eyes around him, and felt a burst of pride in his heart.

It's his dream!

Ascend to the stage of the Hundred Sects Contest and achieve victory!

"Slaying Dragon Pavilion, Yuan Hao. Yuan Hao looked at Xiumei in front of him and clenched his fists.

Xiumei stood in place, expressionless, and without any introduction.

"Bell!"

At this time, the bell rings!

This high-profile battle has begun!

"Dragon Slaying Technique!"

Yuan Hao burst into applause, not intending to spare any strength.

He's going to solve this battle in the most direct and swift way!

As soon as the magic trick was placed, Yuan Hao's body glowed with a red light.

He clasped his hands in front of him and condensed a crescent scimitar.

The scimitar takes on a flaming posture, and the breath is compelling!

Yuan Hao held this scimitar with both hands, and slashed it out towards the embroidered plum in front of him!

"Boom!"

A half-moon form of flame sword qi blasted towards Xiumei!

Xiumei's figure flashed and moved out horizontally.

"Bang!"

But at this time, Yuan Hao rushed towards the location where she landed!

In two seconds, Yuan Hao appeared in front of Xiumei, and the scimitar slashed down!

As far as the location of the embroidered plum is concerned, there is no way to avoid it!

Yuan Hao's hands were slightly forced, so that the position of the blade deviated, and he did not cut at Xiumei's head.

But in the next second, when the blade was about to touch Xiumei's shoulder, Xiumei's body did burst out with a cloud of gray gas!

"Whew!"

The gray gas instantly enveloped Yuan Hao in it.

For a moment, the figures of the two could no longer be seen!

"Damn! Don't use this kind of trick!" Many spectators in the audience scolded!

They had just seen the exciting showdown, but they didn't expect their vision to be obscured.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the gray air, there was a muffled sound.

The ringing lasted for nearly ten seconds before coming to an abrupt end.

The audience also fell silent, staring closely at the competition platform.

Offstage, Murong Jian's brows tightened.

The ash gas slowly dissipated.

But before the gray gas could dissipate, a figure flew out of the gray air.

"Bang!"

The figure slammed to the ground with a muffled thud.

Judging by the clothes on his body...... This person is Yuan Hao from the Dragon Slaying Pavilion!

At this moment, Yuan Hao was covered with blood marks, and blood was splashed around his body, motionless.

The gray gas completely dissipated, and Xiumei's figure appeared.

There was also a lot of blood on her purple-gold robe, but it was obviously the other party's...... Because there is no wound visible on her.

This competition...... And that's the end of it?

Slaying the Dragon Pavilion, defeated!?

“...... In the first small game, Ziyan Palace wins!" The referee was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses and announced the result.

"Boom!"

In the venue of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, a figure rushed out and fell onto the competition platform in an instant.

It is Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing picked up Yuan Hao, and when he saw the various parts of his body that had sunken, his eyes were about to split.

Although Yuan Hao is still breathing...... But this kind of injury, even if it is cured, will become a cripple!

"You ......" Yuan Jing's eyes were red, and he glared angrily at Xiumei in front of him.

But at this time, Xiumei had already turned around and walked towards the rear.

The faces of everyone in the audience were shocked.

This Purple Flame Palace, this female disciple...... How can it be so powerful?

Even the elite disciples sent by the Dragon Slaying Pavilion in the Northern Capital ...... None of them are her opponents......

Moreover, it is extremely easy to solve......

"Oh my God, this Purple Flame Palace...... After this Hundred Sects Competition, I'm afraid it's going to be a hot summer!"

......

Fang Yu stood on the steps of the audience on the other side, staring straight ahead, the venue where the remnants of the Purple Flame Palace were located.

He saw the situation on the competition stage clearly.

The gray gas...... It's not simple.

And this gray qi is not only on that woman, but also on the five remnants of the Purple Flame Palace who just arrived all have the same aura on their bodies.

One of them, the aura on his body obviously overwhelmed the other five.

This person is likely to be Jiang Dao!

"There are six people in total...... Am I killing one by one, or am I killing them all at once?" Fang Yu stared at the six figures in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were filled with an extremely cold smile.