Under the crazy attack of the young man surnamed Ao, the phantom of the mountain was full of inspiration, and gradually distorted, as if it might collapse at any time. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] like the net on the LWXS520. ＯＭ

The golden stream surrounding the phantom of the hill is full of golden rays. Whenever the aura of the illusory shadow of the hill gradually dissipated, a trace of pure Yuan Force fused into it. The scattered aura shone in an instant.

Although there is a golden long stream to repair the phantom of the mountain, it can't resist the crazy attack of the young man surnamed Ao.

Every time the illusory shadow of the hill, on the verge of collapse, the golden long stream would integrate the pure Yuan Force into it. The original golden stream gradually turned into a golden river, a stream, a golden thread, and finally disappeared into the void.

Boom!

Without the restoration of the pure yuan force, under the angry blow of the young man surnamed Ao, he could no longer support it, his spiritual power was scattered, and the phantom of the entire mountain was distorted sharply. Only a huge popping sound was heard, and the phantom of the five-zhang small mountain, under the amazed gaze of the disciples around the ring, turned into a white wave of spiritual power, rippling out.

Burst!

At the moment when the Xiaoshan phantom burst, Wen An could no longer control the injuries in his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face turned pale sharply, and the aura on his body suddenly withered to the extreme.

"I'm losing!" said a strong reluctance.

Wow!

When the disciple of Hei Yumen saw that the young man surnamed Ao had won, he instantly burst into strong joy.

Seeing Wen An admit defeat, the young man surnamed Ao put away the dark black spirit pattern on his body and stopped moving.

Wen An looked at the young man surnamed Ao, smiled bitterly, put away the folding fan that fell on the ground, dragged his weak body, and walked out of the ring.

After the young man surnamed Ao saw Wen An leave the ring, he also sat in the ring and recovered, just like the previous winning disciple. Although he has the body of a tyrant, after all, the realm is relatively low. And Wen An's strength is not weak, although he won the competition, he also consumed a lot. In the competition of this genius disciple, he didn't dare to hold it too big.

Although Wen An lost, the expressions on the faces of the three people on the chief did not show any gloomy color, but were very calm.

The person with the body of the overlord spirit is not ordinary, and Wen An can fight with him like this, they are already very satisfied. What's more, they still have a Xiao Wuxian, what else do they have to worry about.

Just when the battle between the young man surnamed Wen An Ao and them ended, several other rings also ended the fight in about the same time.

With his powerful strength, Xuekun defeated the Xuanling level disciples of the Yunxiao Sect. Shui Qingyue is the same, since Xiao Hu seriously injured Feng Yan and deeds, the disciples of Fengyun Valley have been on the same page as the disciples of the Yunxiao Sect.

And the disciples of the True Yuan Realm of the Yunxiao Sect, seeing that the disciples of the Xuanling Realm of the Yunxiao Sect only challenged them in Fengyun Valley, they also did not show weakness, and they specialized in challenging the disciples of the Xuanling level of the Fengyun Valley, except for Xiao Wuxi.

For a while, except for Xiao Wuxian, the disciples of Fengyun Valley and Yunxiao Sect's Xuanling Realm were all eliminated.

This situation was something that no one else expected, except for the disciples of Fengyun Valley and Yunxiao Sect who participated in the competition.

Seeing this, Cang Tian smiled slightly, although he didn't expect it, but he was even happier with this situation. The three major sects of Xiangyun County are also eager to see who is more powerful among the genius disciples this year.

And the purple-robed middle-aged man's face was gloomy, he also didn't expect it, he didn't expect the disciples of the Yunxiao Sect to hold such a grudge. Just because he seriously injured a disciple, he fought with the disciples of their sect. Then he said in his heart: "Hmph, since this is the case, our disciples of the Cloud Sky Sect are not easy to mess with. ”

And the black-robed middle-aged man from the Black Yumen who was sitting on the other side of the chief saw this, and his face kept smiling, not only because the young man surnamed Ao had won the competition, but more importantly, because the disciples of Fengyun Valley and the disciples of the Yunxiao Sect fought against each other.

The disciples of the two sects of them are fighting against each other, so the disciples of their Heiyu Sect can be idle on the side. In the end, he didn't forget to curse the disciples of their two sects in his heart, and they would lose both, so that their disciples of the Black Yumen would occupy the vast majority of the places in Tianyang Academy.

After the disciples of the True Yuan Realm defeated the disciples of the Xuanling Realm, they did not consume too much Yuan Power in their bodies, and with a cup of tea, they recovered the Yuan Power in their bodies.

The disciples of the two sects, seeing that the disciples of the other sect had recovered, moved their bodies and went to the ring.

At the beginning, almost all of them were disciples at the Xuanling level, and the disciples of the Yunxiao Sect who went to the True Yuan Realm fought with the disciples of the True Yuan Realm of the Heiyu Sect and lost both, and one was removed.

The other Xuanling-level disciples in the ring, each sect has won and lost, and it has almost become a five-five trend.

Yunxiao Sect plus Xiao Wuxian, there are a total of five Xuanling-level disciples in the ring. Yunxiao Sect is also five, and Heiyumen later added a boy surnamed Ao is also five.

Wen An of Fengyun Valley was defeated by a young man surnamed Ao, so there were two fewer True Yuan Realm disciples in Fengyun Valley at once.

Later, he first went to five disciples of the True Yuan Realm and defeated the disciples of the Xuanling Realm of the Yunxiao Sect. And the True Yuan Realm disciples of the Yunxiao Sect did not challenge because Xiao Wuxian was still recovering, and he was afraid of the strong strength he had shown before, so he only went up to four and defeated the other Xuanling Realm disciples in Fengyun Valley.

In this way, there are only three True Yuan Realm disciples left in Fengyun Valley, and there are still six True Yuan Realm disciples left on the Yunxiao Sect's side.

Later, all three on the Fengyun Valley side went up, while the Yunxiao Sect went up to five, and there was still one left.

And among the True Yuan Realm disciples who went to the Yunxiao Sect before, there is still one left, and the True Yuan Realm disciples of the Heiyu Sect will naturally not really steal idle, otherwise the disciples of the other two sects will see the jokes. A disciple of the True Yuan Realm challenged the disciples of the True Yuan Realm of the Yunxiao Sect, who had no one to fight in the ring.

And the last remaining True Yuan Realm disciples of the Yunxiao Sect were staring intently, quietly watching the battle between the two True Yuan Realm disciples, and they had no interest in the other Xuanling Realm disciples of the Black Yu Sect in the ring.

In Shui Qingyue's ring, there was also a girl wearing a pink lotus skirt, although her appearance and temperament were slightly inferior to Shui Qingyue, she was also a first-class existence, and the momentum on her body was not inferior to Shui Qingyue at all.

On the ring of Xuekun, there was a bald young man, and the evil qi entangled in his body was also not inferior to Xuekun.

The disciples of the True Yuan Realm of the two sects, the other party who chose to challenge was similar to themselves, and their conduct was similar.

As the Yuan Crystal Realm powerhouse above the ring began, the two sides instantly erupted into a ferocious offensive.

For a while, powerful spiritual power fluctuations rippled across the square. The surrounding disciples were stunned for a while, such a fierce competition is not often seen. And it was all a battle between genius disciples, and they learned many useful things from it.

A cold light flashed in Shui Qingyue's eyes, and the profound and mysterious Xuan Seals quickly knotted on the tips of the slender ten fingers.

"Deathstorm!"

With a soft shout, two violent hurricanes suddenly set off on the ring, one accelerated, and spun wildly on both sides of Shui Qingyue, and in an instant, it turned into two cyan tornadoes as high as two feet, and a wave of palpitating spiritual power fluctuations turbulent from it.

"Go!"

With a soft snort, two cyan tornadoes as high as a foot crossed each other, accompanied by a sneering and rapid whistling sound, tearing towards the girl in the pink skirt.

And while the girl in the pink skirt was attacking Shui Qingyue, the delicate Xuan Seal was also quickly knotted on the white ten fingertips.

"Cherry blossom dancing!"

With a soft drink, in the surrounding void, pink cherry blossom petals danced. With a rapid spin, it turned into a three-foot-tall cherry blossom tornado and danced in the ring. The spiritual power fluctuations it emitted were not weaker than Shui Qingyue's two cyan tornadoes at all.

Boom!

The two cyan tornadoes and the three cherry blossom tornadoes tore together fiercely, and the wind blades that burst out of the cyan tornado tore the cherry blossoms on the cherry blossom tornado into two halves.

And the power on the cyan tornado was also weakened a little by the cherry tornado.

"Boom!"

A hint of fierceness flashed in Shui Qingyue's eyes, and she let out a cold drink.

The two cyan tornadoes erupted with a strong and dazzling cyan light, and only two thunderbolts were heard, turning into a huge cyan storm, instantly engulfing the three cherry tornadoes.

A cyan light lit up out of thin air on the palm of his right hand. After the light dissipated, a cyan long sword with an endless edge appeared, and one after another fierce sword qi spread out in all directions.

Shui Qingyue stepped on his feet violently, and the whole person flew up, his expression was cold, and the yuan power in his body frantically poured into the Qingfeng Sword, accompanied by a crisp sword sound, countless cyan sword qi rushed up from the Qingfeng Sword.

As the Qingfeng Sword in Shui Qingyue's hand fell, countless cyan sword qi converged in the void, turning into a cyan sword shadow as big as a zhang in mid-air, accompanied by a snort that pierced the void, and fell directly on the top of the girl in the pink skirt.

Seeing Shui Qingyue's fierce attack, the girl in the pink skirt looked a little flustered, but she was not so panicked that she forgot to use her means to resist.

The hand instantly knotted, and in the void, a piece of cherry blossoms danced again, one circled, gathered above the head of the girl in the pink skirt, and in an instant, turned into a cherry blossom shield as big as a zhang.

Rumble!

At the moment when the cherry blossom shield was formed, the cyan sword shadow in mid-air slashed at it. A fluctuation of spiritual power visible to the naked eye raged strongly.

The sharp sword qi above the cyan sword shadow continued to be released, tearing apart the cherry blossoms on the cherry blossom shield.

After only holding on for half a breath, the entire cherry blossom shield split into two under the sharp and powerful cyan sword shadow, turning into a little pink light and dissipating.

Although the cherry blossom shield only lasted for half a breath, this was enough for the girl in pink, and the whole body turned into pieces of cherry blossoms and disappeared into the void.

However, in the next moment, in the void behind Shui Qingyue, a trace of ripples rippled, and countless cherry blossom petals flew out of it.