The venue where the Dragon Slaying Pavilion was located, the atmosphere was low and heavy at this time.

Yuan Hao, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was placed on the ground, and Yuan Jing grabbed one of his arms and poured true qi into it for emergency treatment.

The surrounding senior brothers, seeing the several parts of Yuan Hao's upper body sunken, only felt a chill in their hearts, and their eyes were red.

The other party will do it...... It's too heavy.

This is not the scale of the 100 sects!

"Poof!"

During the treatment, Yuan Hao suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yuan Jing, who was using his true qi to block the various injuries on Yuan Hao's body, had a blue face and his hands were trembling.

This is his favorite personal disciple on weekdays.

Since Yuan Jing had no heirs, Yuan Hao was cultivated by him as his own son.

But now, Yuan Hao was seriously injured.

This made Yuan Jing's heart angry and difficult to suppress.

"The second scene, the sword is on!"

Yuan Jing raised his head abruptly and looked at Murong Jian who was standing aside.

At this moment, Murong Jian was also looking at Yuan Hao, his face covered with a layer of frost.

Hearing Yuan Jing's words, Murong Jian nodded lightly and said, "Uncle Jing, I will definitely avenge Yuan Hao." ”

"The second competition is about to begin, and both sides are invited to send their respective disciples to the stage. ”

The referee's voice was heard quickly.

In the audience, it was still bustling.

After the end of the first small game, no one dared to underestimate the Ziyan Palace.

At the same time, everyone was speculating whether Murong Jian would be sent out in the second small field on the side of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion.

"It's time for Murong Jian to play! Senior Brother has been injured so badly!"

"I think he must be on this game, the junior brother was injured so badly, how can he get back on the field......"

"Yes, this is the northern capital, it can be regarded as the home of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, and you can't lose all two games...... If you are eliminated in the top 50, it will be a joke. ”

In the midst of the discussion, the Ziyan Palace sent Xiumei again.

It seems that before losing a game, the Purple Flame Palace will not send other disciples to the stage!

After Xiumei took the stage, everyone's eyes focused on the other side of the competition platform.

Dragon Slaying Pavilion, will Murong Jian be sent to the field?

Two seconds later, a figure flew up in the air and landed ten meters in front of Xiumei.

This person is dressed in a light blue strong suit, heroic and heroic.

From the perspective of temperament, compared to Yuan Hao, who appeared on stage in the last game, he is much stronger.

His appearance caused a sensation in the audience.

Everyone knows that this person is likely to be the second on the current heavenly list, the first day of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Murong Jian!

"I am Murong Jian, and I will seek justice for my junior brother. Murong Jian raised his hands and gave Xiumei a simple salute.

Xiumei looked indifferent and didn't respond.

"Bell!"

At this time, the bell rings!

Murong Jian no longer made any senseless moves, and rushed directly towards Xiumei.

In the process of rushing towards Xiumei, he drew the long sword at his waist.

Under the sunlight, you can see a silver light flashing when the blade is unsheathed.

"Whew!"

Murong Jian rushed in front of Xiumei and slashed out with a sword.

The sharp blade sliced through the air, causing a piercing whistling sound.

Xiumei's neck was crooked, and she easily dodged this slash.

But Murong Jian's reaction was even faster, and when the blade fell, it moved smoothly sideways in the direction of Xiumei's neck.

Xiumei still had no expression on her face, and immediately lowered her waist, her upper body fell straight to the ground, and she dodged the sword under the very small gap.

At the same time, she lifted her left foot.

Murong Jian's eyes lit up, and his left arm went down.

"Bang!"

Physical contact, a muffled sound.

Each side retreated a distance of several meters.

Murong Jian looked at Xiumei in front of him, his eyes were awe-inspiring.

"The seventh form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, the Nine Swords of the Dragon Slayer!"

Murong Jian grabbed the hilt of the long sword in his hand with both hands and threw it into the air.

The longsword immediately floated above his head.

"Buzz ......"

A sword roar sounded, and the long sword spun rapidly in the air.

The speed of the long sword was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye, and only the shadow of the sword could be seen flashing.

"Senior Brother Murong actually directly performed the Seventh Style......" Offstage, all the disciples on this side of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion had shocked looks on their faces.

The seventh form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique is the most powerful of this set of sword techniques, and it is also the most difficult to comprehend.

Among the disciples of their generation, only Murong Jian mastered it to the greatest completion. The other disciples haven't even comprehended the fur yet.

Murong Jian directly cast the seventh form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, obviously not wanting to give the other party any chance.

He wants to quickly defeat that woman, correct the name of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, and avenge his junior brother Yuan Hao!

"Buzz ......"

The sound of swords is still ongoing.

At this time, the long sword above Murong Jian's head had turned into nine long swords, instead of the previous one.

These nine long swords, the blades of which exuded a faint red true qi, were vibrating slightly.

Each long sword exuded an astonishing sword intent and an extremely sharp sword aura.

"Sky Slash!"

Murong Jian stood in place, imposing.

At the same time, two of the long swords above his head flashed out with a thud.

The two long swords chased each other, forming a whirlpool and falling in front of Murong Jian.

"Go!"

Murong Jian slapped his palms forward.

"Boom!"

The two long swords formed a sword whirlwind, and they rushed towards Xiumei!

In this gust of wind, every wisp of wind can cut everything, and it is extremely sharp!

Xiumei stood in place, her palms staggered in front of her, a large amount of gray qi condensed from her hands, and she slapped the sword whirlwind that was blasting in front of her!

"Boom!"

The gray qi exploded, and a powerful power slammed into the sword whirlwind in front of him.

The two long swords were forcibly cracked and flung out.

And at this time, Xiumei turned into a phantom, her figure flashed, she grabbed the two long swords in the air, and twisted her hands hard!

"Click!"

In just a few seconds, the two long swords were forcibly broken and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Murong Jian's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with surprise.

But he didn't stop there.

"Heavenly Sword Gang!"

Murong Jian recited a magic formula, and a ball of blue light rose from his hands, blasting towards Xiumei!

Xiumei didn't dodge.

The blue light just hit Xiumei's body, but it didn't make any sound.

It's like a faint layer of gas, attached to Xiumei's body.

At the same time, the six long swords above Murong Jian's head quickly rushed towards Xiumei!

They don't attack Akimei directly, but they spin around Embroidery's body!

"Poof!"

A burst of intense blue light flashed.

As the six long swords rotated, they condensed into a sword array, locking Xiumei in it.

Xiumei snorted coldly and wanted to raise her hand.

At this time, one of the swords in the Sword Gang Array shone brightly.

"Poof!"

With a crisp sound, Xiumei's hands suffered an extremely powerful suppressive force, and she couldn't lift it!

At this time, Xiumei's expression finally changed.

She frowned, gritted her teeth, and completely released the aura on her body!

But at this time, Murong Jian, who was not far from her, had already grasped the last long sword.

"The first form of the dragon slaying sword technique, slaying the dragon!"

Murong Jian grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and rushed towards Xiumei's position.

"Ah......h

Xiumei's forehead was bruised, and she let out an angry roar.

She wants to break free from the shackles of the sword array!

But in a short period of time, it simply can't be done!

Among the six long swords, they all contain extremely powerful coercion!

In an instant, Murong Jian had already rushed in front of Xiumei and jumped up!

The long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword ignited red flames!

This blow is the same as Yuan Hao's blow just now!

The first style of the dragon slaying sword technique, slaying the dragon!

The blade of the sword slashed down in the air, and Xiumei, who was locked by the sword gang, had to raise her head with a hideous face!

But she can't dodge!

"Boom!"

In the next second, there was a bang!

A strong light flashed, and a burst of power spread out in all directions.

The entire tournament platform, even with the ground, is shaking!

In the audience's field of vision, they could clearly see that a figure flew out of it and fell directly to the ground below the competition platform, rolling several times before stopping.

The light dissipated.

On the competition platform, only Murong Jian was left, holding a long sword and standing straight.

On the jousting platform, which was made of extremely hard material, there was a deep slash mark.

"Wow......"

After a few seconds of silence, exclamations rang out from all around.

He really deserves to be the second Murong Jian on the heavenly list!

The female disciple of Ziyan Palace, who was murderous and powerful, was defeated like this!