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After resting for a long time, Gongsun Ying continued to challenge, and she did not hesitate to directly point out Zhu Manhe, who ranked twenty-first among the core disciples.

"Senior sister, please!"

Zhu Manhe, who was dressed in a yellow gauze robe, walked on the stage and said elegantly.

"Senior sister, please advise!"

Gongsun Ying's words, Miaoman's body condensed a thin layer of light armor, crystal clear.

"Illusory Picture!"

Zhu Manhe said in his mouth. I saw that in front of her, a wonderful pattern came out, and it was infinitely magnified, and finally the entire ring was shrouded in the pattern.

The pattern is a tree that shades the sky, with countless shadows shuttling back and forth around the tree.

"Is this an illusion?"

Gongsun Ying stood in the center of the woods, vigilantly looking at the black shadows shuttling back and forth, and chanted.

Whoosh ......

More than a dozen black shadows whose faces could not be seen suddenly appeared, holding various weapons in their hands and slashing towards Gongsun Ying.

"See how I break your illusion!"

Gongsun Ying screamed, Miao Man's figure rose into the air, and dozens of fist marks burst out with his fists, directly shattering the dozen or so black shadows into pieces.

Black figures emerged one after another, but Gongsun Ying's combat power was beyond imagination, and he blasted out with a punch, razing a large area of the forest to the ground.

"The Spirit of the Spirit!"

The spirit armor on Gongsun Ying's delicate body emitted a dazzling light, and a giant tens of meters in size appeared behind her, and his fists slammed into the ground.

The earth quickly cracked a huge crack, and it went away continuously, and the entire sky-covering forest collapsed, and the ring returned to its original state again, and Zhu Manhe spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the injury was not light.

"What inner disciple actually won three battles and three victories, this is a rare encounter in the past challenge meetings!"

There was a sensation among the core disciples again, and even Meng Chaixing and Liu Hanyue couldn't help but be moved, and they had to admit that this year's inner disciples were surprisingly talented and could be called demons.

As soon as Gongsun Ying stepped out of the ring, Ren Feihong walked up angrily, his arms as white and tender as lotus roots were wrapped around his proud chest, and he hummed: "Come up and fight with me!"

Ren Feihong has always been steady, in her opinion, it is not important to defeat the core disciples who are close to the ranking, the most important thing is to get the place of the core disciples steadily, since there is no one to challenge the weakest core disciples, then why should she be polite?

A sturdy young man walked up, and his face was naturally not good-looking: "Senior Sister Ren, do you think I am a soft persimmon? It's not so easy to win against me!"

"Then try it, you can shoot!"

Ren Feihong seemed to have a chance of winning, and she obviously knew something about the other party. This man's name is Dou Jingyi, he was originally a disciple of the Tianshu Vein, although his strength is very strong, but it is not the top, after he completed the Xingyue Trial three years ago, the core disciple of the challenge was seriously injured when he happened to be doing the task, so he won by luck and became a core disciple.

"Stacked Waves!"

Dou Jingyi decided to take the lead, and slapped out with both palms, and the true qi was like layers of huge waves, which were more than ten meters high, surging forward and slapping away.

"Fire Cloud Palm!"

After Ren Feihong's delicate body, the raging flames burst out, and at the moment when her jade hand slapped out, it suddenly turned into a huge flame palm print and greeted it.

With a loud bang, the entire center of the ring was shattered, and the giant wave palm prints shattered, and the remaining flame palm prints were strong for a long time, and the speed was unabated.

Dou Jingyi's face changed, and his feet swept into the air, narrowly avoiding the attack of the palm print.

"Do you want to escape? It's not that easy!"

Dozens of bright red ribbons flew out from behind Ren Feihong, covering Dou Jingyi, who had just swept in the air, and wrapped him layer by layer.

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

Dou Jingyi fell on top of the ring, wrapped like a zongzi by layers of ribbons, and kept struggling.

In this battle, it is clear who wins and who loses.

Four battles and four victories, the core disciples no longer dare to underestimate these inner disciples, in order to regard them as a level equal to themselves.

The fifth one to appear was Wu Zhen, he walked into the ring, was stunned for a long time, and finally pointed to a young man who was about the same height as himself and said, "Just this senior brother!"

"This stupid big guy wants to challenge Song Li, doesn't he have brains?"

The core disciples said one after another. Obviously, the opponent that Wu Zhen wants to challenge is extremely strong, ranking thirteenth among the thirty core disciples, and his strength belongs to the middle and upper. To say that Mu Chen's challenge to Xie Yan relied on his strong strength, but after all, Mu Chen was the first person to complete the Xingyue Trial, and his strength naturally ranked at the top of these ten people, while Wu Zhen's Xingyue Trial's results were mediocre, but he still dared to challenge the core disciples with the highest strength, what if his head was not broken?

Song Li stepped into the ring, tall and burly beside him, a long-handled big knife plunged into the ground, as if a statue had been defeated, and the momentum was great.

"This senior brother, please advise!"

In Wu Zhen's hand, there was an extra golden-colored long stick, which was engraved with a coiled dragon, which was lifelike, and its momentum was not weaker than the former at all.

"Xiao Zhen's stick is not ordinary, could it be a medium-grade spirit treasure?

Offstage, Mu Chen's eyes focused on the long stick in Wu Zhen's hand. Although low-grade treasures are extremely common, middle-grade treasures are extremely rare, it seems that they must have been given by the mysterious predecessors who valued Xiao Zhen! Mu Chen thought in his heart.

Mu Chen expected it right, not far away, the Remnant Moon Ancestor looked at Wu Zhen in the ring with satisfaction, this Coiling Dragon Golden Stick was given to Wu Zhen by her, and the mid-grade treasure weapon coupled with Wu Zhen's enlightened martial spirit body was enough to defeat the core disciples below the top ten.

"Glaive Slash!"

Song Li danced the long knife in his hand, and a huge half-moon-shaped sword slashed down, smashing half of the ring, which was more than thirty meters in size.

"One stick!"

Wu Zhen's battle intent rose wildly, and the long stick in his hand shone brightly, turning into a huge pillar of light and pressing it down.

Rumble!

Most of the ring completely collapsed, falling apart everywhere, and both of them fell back to the edge of the ring at the same time.

"Come again!"

Wu Zhen was so fascinated that he waved the coiling dragon golden stick and swept away like a storm.

"Who's afraid of whom!"

Song Li also let out a long roar, and the sword slashed out all over the sky, attacking with the violent stick shadow.

As soon as the two fought each other, they made more than fifty moves, fighting from the ring to mid-air, and back to the ring from mid-air, the fight was extremely fierce, and every collision made a huge noise.

"Ten Blades of the Glaive!"

Song Li slashed ten knives in an instant, one knife was faster than another, and ten half-moon-shaped blades slashed away one after another.

Bell Bell ......

Wu Zhen protected the coiling dragon stick around, and the shadow of the stick blocked all the ten swords, but he was shocked back by a distance of more than ten steps.

"Tianluo Stick Array!"

Wu Zhen immediately took out the killer weapon, and eighteen figures swept out from behind him one after another, forming a stick formation, surrounding Song Li in the middle and attacking from all angles.

Although Song Li tried his best to resist, it was difficult to defend against attacks from all angles for a long time, and the defensive air shield was broken in an instant, and he received two or three sticks in his back, and a mouthful of blood arrows spit out, and his breath suddenly withered.