Looking at the scorching sun falling overhead, he has no hatred and no fear of 'color'. Read the full text of the latest chapter.800BOOK

He was covered in flames, and he wanted to condense a flame shield to resist it.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Why don't you use your hole cards?"

"Where did he get the courage to use his own yuan power to fight against Yi Changfeng's trick?"

No one understands how a ninth-level martial king dares to be so confident against the nirvana of a first-level martial emperor.

It wasn't until the golden 'colored' sun fell above He Wuxi's head that Yi Changfeng's face suddenly changed, and everyone realized that there was a problem.

Originally, the majestic and terrifying power of Jin | The sun has doubled in an instant.

Not only that, but the falling sun quickly became dim.

Yi Changfeng, who was full of confidence before, was even more frightened.

The wide eyes showed a deep sense of panic.

No one knows why he is so panicked, and no one knows why He Wuhate is so confident.

"Boom!"

In the midst of a dull loud noise, the falling sun slammed into He Wuxi.

At this moment, the hearts of countless people were raised to their throats.

However, the scenario that everyone expected did not happen.

The power of the scorching sun, which had weakened sharply to only thirty percent, failed to hurt He Wuxian.

Not only that, but the flame shield on his body, after dozens of tremors, was still intact.

He actually used his own yuan strength to block Yi Changfeng's nirvana!

Suddenly, everyone was stunned and looked at this scene in disbelief.

At the same time, He Wu was moved.

"Xianglong Nine Steps!"

He stepped on the void and instantly stepped nine steps away, ghostly swept a distance of two hundred zhang, and appeared behind Yi Changfeng.

"Eight Desolations!"

In the cold cheer, a full eight hundred flame sword lights lit up, and with the power of rage, they slashed towards Yi Changfeng's back.

The two were less than twenty zhang away, and the sword light instantly enveloped Yi Changfeng, leaving him with no chance to dodge at all.

Besides, Yi Changfeng only felt extremely colic in his body.

The meridians and the primordial spirit were as if they had been suppressed, and they couldn't exert their strength at all.

Even if he could feel the power of those eight hundred sword lights, and wanted to dodge, he couldn't do it at all.

"Bang bang bang!"

A continuous muffled sound sounded, and Yi Changfeng was immediately overwhelmed by the sword light.

His golden shield was shattered, and his entire person was blown away, falling to the ground thirty feet away.

"Poof" smashed on the ground, and before Yi Changfeng could get up, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became pale. （WWW.800book）

He Wuxian's figure followed closely and appeared in front of him.

The blood-drinking knife with purple flames was placed on Yi Changfeng's neck with a "swish".

"Yi Changfeng, you lost. ”

He Wuxian's face was calm, he looked at Yi Changfeng condescendingly, and said lightly.

The top of the cloud platform finally quieted down, and there were only more than 60,000 people on the top of the mountain, and they were all dumbfounded.

After the crowd was stunned and quiet for a moment, it suddenly erupted into earth-shattering discussions, and the noise boiled.

"That's the end of it?"

"How could this be? Yi Changfeng's trick hole card was blocked like this? How did He Wuxian do it?"

"Why is this happening? Yi Changfeng was still victorious a moment ago, but now why is he defeating without hatred?"

Countless disciples didn't understand what was going on, and they were discussing with each other full of doubts and confusion.

Even the vast majority of inner 'sect' disciples didn't 'figure' out what was going on.

It happened too fast, and in the blink of an eye, Yi Changfeng was defeated, and the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

Only those genius disciples of the Immortal List, as well as the ten elders, the left and right Dharma protectors, and the deputy head of the 'Gate' Mo Qingkong could see it.

Because of this, people are becoming more and more suspicious.

Yi Changfeng sat on the ground with an unwilling face, slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, raised his head and stared at He Wuxian.

"Why don't you hate, I have obviously taken the anti-poison pill, why am I still poisoned?"

It is true that Yi Changfeng sensed just now that the sword light of the source of ten thousand poisons was full of poison.

So, he not only sacrificed the golden 'colored' seal to resist, but also took the poison-avoiding pill in advance.

The golden 'colored' seal was blasted away, but the sword light of the source of ten thousand poisons was also shattered.

Even though he was wrapped in poisonous mist, Yi Changfeng thought that he had the protection of the poison avoidance pill, and he was not afraid of those green 'colored' poisonous mists at all.

But it backfired, and the poison-avoiding pill of the dignified spirit-level pill 'medicine' failed to block the erosion of the poisonous mist.

Just as he cast the scorching sun and fell into the sky, the poisonous mist invaded his body.

His Yuan Shen was instantly suppressed and sealed, his Yuan Force weakened sharply by seventy percent, and the power of the scorching sun falling into the sky was sharply reduced to thirty percent.

Seeing Yi Changfeng's face full of confusion and doubt, He Wuxian smiled.

"You underestimate my trick too much, how can you resist the erosion of poison with only the pill'?"

Yi Changfeng's face turned pale, and a trace of panic and worry flashed in his eyes.

The poison was so powerful that he couldn't expel it with all his might.

At this moment, his Yuan Shen was still suppressed, and he could only use thirty percent of his Yuan Force at most, and his combat effectiveness was sharply reduced.

He only felt a chill all over his body, and a cold breath came from his back, for fear that the poison would destroy his primordial spirit.

If that were the case, he would fall to the first-level Martial Emperor, or even the Martial King realm.

Such losses and blows are really too heavy.

Thinking of this, Yi Changfeng's eyes looked at He Wuxian, and became more and more 'gloomy', full of anger and hatred.

However, He Wuxian put away the blood-drinking knife, dropped a sentence and turned to leave.

"Don't worry, this poison will naturally dissipate after half an hour, and it won't affect your cultivation. ”

Hearing this, Yi Changfeng was a little relieved.

But when he thought about it, he was immediately shocked, and looked at He Wuxian's back, full of incredulity.

"To be able to use the poison to this level, I'm afraid only Elder Xue Tianjiao can do it. ”

"Could it be that he has no hatred to worship Elder Xue's 'door' for a month, and he will get the true inheritance of Elder Xue?"

"If that's the case, this son is not only a martial arts genius, but also an ancient genius of the Dan Dao!"

The matter has come to this point, even if he loses to He Wuxian, he loses the qualification to compete for the chief disciple.

Yi Changfeng was not angry or unwilling, and even gave birth to a trace of admiration.

Subsequently, Yi Changfeng also left the PTZ.

Like He Wuxi, he returned to the crowd and crossed his knees on the ground to recover his strength.

The chatter in the crowd gradually stopped, and the deputy head of the 'door' Mo Qingkong opened his mouth to announce the result.

"The battle between the eight disciples in the ring is over, and He Wuxian wins. Next, there was a duel between He Wuxian and Lu Wanrong and Cangyue. ”

"Why don't you hate, according to the rules of this 'door', you have one day off. ”

It is true that after a series of battles, anyone who has consumed a lot of Yuan Power needs to recuperate for at least a day.

Today, the duel between the eight immortal list disciples is over, and the final winner is selected, He Wuxian, and it has come to an end.

The next battle will continue tomorrow.

Everyone knew this, so they prepared to leave the field and come back tomorrow to watch the game.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that He Wuxian stood up and said loudly to Mo Qingtian.

"Deputy head of the 'gate', the disciple doesn't need to rest, please ask Senior Sister Lu Wanrong and Senior Brother Cangyue to fight!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and everyone was stunned.

More than 60,000 disciples, all of them 'revealed' their faces full of horror, and looked at He Wuhate incredibly.

The eyes of everyone were full of shock and admiration.

"It's crazy!

"It's incredible! He Wuxian has already fought several times in a row, and if he is an ordinary disciple, he has already exhausted his Yuan power. ”

"The fact that he has been able to persist until now is enough to prove that his Yuan Power is several times stronger than that of ordinary Martial Kings. ”

"I didn't expect that he didn't rest, and he had to continue to challenge, didn't his yuan power be consumed?"

Everyone understands that He Wuxian can now rank third on the immortal list, and he definitely has the qualifications and strength to defy the sky.

If it weren't for the fact that his strength was well preserved and his Yuan Power was not consumed, he would never be stupid enough to continue to challenge.

Even the elders on the high platform were quite shocked, and they looked at He Wuxian with burning eyes.

The left and right Dharma protectors glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Tan Wenji frowned, his eyes fixed on He Wuxian, as if he wanted to see through it.

"After a series of battles, this son can still retain his strength?"

Gu Feng was also full of appreciation, and nodded secretly: "It seems that he has not only preserved his strength, but also has not used his hole cards." ”

"It seems that he has retained his strength and hole cards from the beginning, and he will not use it until he challenges Lu Wanrong and Cangyue!"

Qin Kaitian and the other ten elders were secretly frightened when they heard the discussion of the Dharma protectors on the left and right.

Only Xue Tianjiao was proud in his heart, with a relieved smile on his face, looking extremely expectant.

What is there to hate such an excellent disciple who is so enviable, what could be more exciting for him?

Mo Qingkong stared at He Wuxian for a while, and said, "Since He Wuxian insists on continuing to challenge, the battle for the chief disciple continues. ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Qingkong waved his hand and shot out two rays of light, and flew quickly towards the sky, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The message he sent was to inform Lu Wanrong and Cang Yue to come to the war.

Originally, the first day of the battle for the chief disciple was just a battle between eight disciples.

Lu Wanrong and Cang Yue didn't need to participate, so they didn't show up.

After about a quarter of an hour, the sky lit up with two rays of light, one after the other, rushing towards Changsheng Peak.

The two rays of light, one blue and one gold, quickly came to the Immortal Peak and landed on the high platform.

Wrapped in ice blue 'color' brilliance, she is a 'woman' of about thirty, with a beautiful and 'glamorous' appearance and a cold temperament.

She was bewitching, but she was covered by a wide white robe.

has a 'gorgeous' face, but it is covered with a layer of ice that does not melt for thousands of years, which is daunting.

This 'female' is Lu Wanrong, the second genius on the immortal list.

It was also the person who had been practicing in retreat in the Xuanbing Palace and was called a madman.

In the other golden 'color' light, there was a young man with a majestic weapon.

He was seven feet tall, with a handsome face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a 'fine' light shining in his eyes.

There was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, which filled him with an air of mystery and confidence.