And in front of everyone, there is a huge octagonal ring that is more than 30 zhang above the ground, and on the edge of the ring, there are more than a dozen huge colorful embroidered flags waving in the wind.

On the first flag, there is a golden leopard embroidered with teeth and claws, and on the back of the leopard, there is a huge, blood-red "Dou" character painted.

The second flag, which is a tiger, and the back of the tiger is an equally large, blood-red word for "god".

The third flag, the flying dragon embroidered on it, and behind the flying dragon, is a big one, the word "Taiwan".

-- Doushentai.

For a moment, Li Han and the others were stunned, and they couldn't figure out the situation, what was going on?

At the edge of the Nine Poles Cave of Ice and Fire, how did it become a competition platform for the disciples of the Eight Sects to attack each other?

At the moment when they were stunned, suddenly, a figure under the stage, like a dragon, rose to the sky, hovered, left several afterimages in mid-air, and rushed into the Doushen platform.

Then, he clenched his hands into fists and coldly looked at the people around him: "Disciple of the Inner Sect in Xia Tiangong Mountain, 'Jade Arm Flying Knife' Fenghua Pool, please advise!"

"Fenghuachi, I'm here to fight you!"

With the challenge of the black-clothed young man on the stage, after a moment of silence in the ring, another figure rose into the sky, like a white crane, just a flash, and jumped onto the huge ring dozens of feet high.

As the figure appeared, this was a cold young man wearing a bloody shirt and a small mountain shadow condensed on his cuffs, and the aura on his body was also huge, and he was a disciple of the Burial Evil Mountain.

"Burial Evil Mountain, Yi Xiuran, please......"

"Please!"

Seeing this blood-clothed young man on stage, the Tiangong Mountain disciple who had originally come to the stage suddenly changed his face, and he felt a solemnity like a mountain, and his eyes were slightly cold.

However, since it was a challenge he issued, there was naturally no reason to be afraid, and he also raised his voice and said, "Senior Brother Yi, please!"

The words fell, and on the other side, the blood-clothed young man Yi Xiuran didn't talk nonsense, and stepped out directly.

"Bang", on the ring, there seemed to be a muffled sound like a thunderbolt, and a blood-red air wave suddenly dispersed.

Yi Xiuran's feet were like a layer of red qi, lifting him up, like lightning slashing towards the disciple of the Inner Sect of Tiangong Mountain.

As soon as the palm of the hand was grasped and twisted, it was a red snake-shaped qi attack, which was as sharp as a knife and as fast as the wind.

"The red snake of the Burial Evil Mountain, the half-earth product attack Dao technique!"

On the opposite side, the black-clothed disciple of Tiangong Mountain, his face changed, he didn't dare to slack off, and with a wave of his palm, between his palms and fingers, more than a dozen thumb-long flying knives flashing with a faint silver light suddenly appeared.

He shook his hand.

Suddenly, "Boom Boom ......" means that the three flying knives shot out at once, one forward, one left, and one right, all rushing towards the chest, back, arms and wrists of the blood-clothed disciple Yi Xiuran in the Burial Evil Mountain, and the speed was unexpectedly different.

Tiangongshan is good at refining weapons, and these silver flying knives are naturally carefully crafted by himself.

His own weapons, naturally dare not slack off, each handle, is a high-quality product, with his unique flying knife technique, the speed is fast, and the power is indeed amazing.

However, on the other side, the blood-clothed disciple who buried the evil mountain just smiled coldly, and with his cold and unparalleled face, it really had a strange evil feeling.

I saw that he had one hand, and the red snake-like energy that was open suddenly changed into a red shield, blocking him in front of him.

"Puff ......" a few times, and all the silver knives flying towards him were shot down.

His figure flashed, and the phantoms of white cranes appeared under his feet, and in another flash, he had reached the back of the black-clothed disciple of Tiangong Mountain, and with a move of his hand, he pinched his throat.

The face of the black-clothed disciple of Tiangong Mountain changed suddenly, he didn't expect the other party to break his flying knife so quickly, you know, the dozens of changes behind his flying knife haven't been used yet, so he gave up halfway.

However, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp, his eyes are red, his hand is flicked, and in his palm, all the flying knives left are gone, and they are all shot out.

At the same time, his figure flashed, and a black light suddenly appeared on his body.

This black light enveloped him, making his whole person like a black dragon, chopping waves in the water, flashing left and right, and when flashing again, he had already appeared on the other side of the ring.

A secret Taoist technique of Tiangong Mountain, the top level of character, and the dragon body method.

Flying attacks and blocking attacks, plus the dragon body method, should be able to prevent the blood-clothed disciple on the opposite side from approaching.

However, he underestimated the crane-shaped step of the blood-clothed young man on the other side.

After all, the Jiaolong Body Method is only a top-level body method and Dao technique of character, and it can't compare to the blood-clothed youth, and when the black-clothed young man felt that he had successfully avoided the attack, and was exhaling happily, his face suddenly turned pale.

A hand, quietly hovering over the mouth of his heart behind him, exuding wisps of yin qi, making him dare not move.

And in the other hand of the blood-clothed young man, he held seven or eight thumb-length silver flying knives, each of which was overlapped and had been wound into a mass of iron.

Time passed minute by minute, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down the face of the young man in black.

The atmosphere in the ring was dead silent.

For a long time, although he was unwilling, the young man in black had no choice but to nod helplessly and said, "Admit defeat in the next place, Senior Brother Yi, this is what you deserve." ”

After speaking, he shook his hand and threw a black iron token in his arms backwards.

After a while, the black token above the ring was gone, and the blood-clothed young man didn't stay long, just dodged and returned to the camp under the ring, belonging to the Burial Evil Mountain.

......

Feeling that the palm that emitted cold air behind him had disappeared, the black-clothed young man's face turned pale, and he glanced back at the direction of the Burial Evil Mountain camp with some unwillingness, and finally stomped his feet with hatred, flew off the ring, and returned to the Tiangong Mountain camp.

Several disciples immediately rushed over to comfort him, while the others were also speechless, looking in the direction of the Burial Evil Mountain camp with some fear.

Just when everyone thought that the battle was about to stop and was about to come to an end, suddenly, in the middle of Tiangong Mountain, another young man in black jumped up and jumped towards the octagonal ring.

"Disciple of Tiangong Mountain Inner Sect, Fu Baobi, please advise!"

This black-clothed disciple had a huge hammer-like shadow on his chest, and if he looked closely, he could even see a faint layer of blood light on it.

But it's not a person with a shrewd eye, so I can't see it.

His body, standing on top of the ring, although it seems to be standing there, it seems to have been folded thousands of times, as if seen from the water, if someone, in the direction of the eye, will definitely hit a void, but will be hit.

Li Han's eyes shrank slightly, and he remembered a mysterious body method in Tiangong Mountain, a thousand shadow phantom body, incarnated into a phantom body, the body is like a phantom, what is seen is not seen, and what is like is like.

Using the principle of refraction on the surface of the water, it is easy for the human eye to have an illusion, and once you don't notice, it is easy to fail.

Sure enough, as he expected, soon, another challenger came to the stage, it was a blue-clothed disciple of Minghualou, but within five moves, he was sent off the ring by the opponent with an ordinary downpercut because of his moves.

In situ, a black iron token of the same size as the young man of Tiangong Mountain and Fenghua Pond left just now.

Fu Baobi put away the black iron token, his expression did not move, and he did not go down immediately, but hugged his fist again, signaling the challenge to continue.

Another person came to power, but he still failed in the fact that he couldn't see through the illusion and weirdness of Fu Baobi's thousand shadow phantom body, so he failed four people in a row, and Fu Baobi gained a total of five black iron tokens, and finally was defeated by another disciple of the Divine King Mausoleum who came to power.

However, he did not regret it, left a black iron token, and retreated from the ring flutteringly, still harvesting more than four tokens, which made everyone envious.

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