Yan Shisan felt as if his body had suddenly fallen into a muddy blood-colored swamp, the disgusting corpse qi enveloped his body from all directions, his vision was blurred, and his feet seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of hands, dragging him towards the bottomless underground abyss.

In the black stream of mist, Yan Shisan's left hand holding the scabbard suddenly let go, and while the scabbard fell freely to the ground, his body spun rapidly like a spinning top.

"Dragons travel everywhere!"

The surrounding mist was blocked by Yan Shisan's rapidly rotating body, revealing Fan Jian's hideous face and the soft sword in his hand that flickered with scattered light.

A blue sword light appeared on Yan Thirteen's chest like a poisonous snake surging out of the grass, and its momentum was as fast as lightning.

Earthy yellow stars poured into their arms again. A roar erupted.

"Dragon-Elephant-Break-"

The sound of several gold and stone clashing was mixed with the sound of sharp blades and flesh rubbing, and blood arrows gushed out of the mist.

A terrible and shrill scream broke through Fan Jian's throat, covering many small bones in the next moment.

A fountain of blood erupted from Fan Jian's open mouth, and his entire body arched, flying backwards as if broken from it, and falling to the ground more than ten meters behind him.

"How could this be?"

One of the clergy let out an incredible exclamation.

The more clearly the cultivators perceived the power of the Star Element, the more shocked they were.

Because in the final stage of this battle, Yan Thirteen actually defeated Fan Jian with a fancy-for-injury fight, and they all thought that a pampered rich disciple like Yan Thirteen would never risk his life to fight with others, and from beginning to end, he actually didn't use a talisman!

Everyone's eyes were shocked and condensed on Yan Shisan's face.

Yan Shisan stood still, but his face seemed to have a colorful mask.

His features, twisted by pain, twitched even his muscles, blood running down his arms and fingers, dripping down his fingertips.

Ouyang Yuxian froze, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling.

On Yan Shisan's body, she saw seven blood holes gushing like pillars, from the speed and quantity of blood flow, it can be seen that each hole is extremely deep, anyone who has such a blood hole on his body will fall to the ground in pain, but at this time, Yan Shisan, can still stand!

What made Ouyang Yuxian's body tremble even more was that Yan Shisan not only stood stiffly, but also could make a sound.

Because Yan Shisan's voice had already sounded at this time.

"Every one of you thinks that my Yan Thirteen's promotion to the inner hall depends on money, Lao Tzu wants to ask now, what other bastard dares to look down on Lao Tzu!"

The vulgar words came into everyone's ears, and even those who looked down on Yan Thirteen the most on weekdays remained silent and did not make a sound.

Everyone could see very clearly that Yan Thirteen only had the strength of the Three Realms and Five Ranks, while his opponent Fan Jian had the Nine Grades of the Three Realms! From beginning to end, Yan Thirteen only relied on the sword in his hand.

"Fan Jian, are you convinced!"

Fan Jian knelt on the ground, the clothes on his chest had been stained red with blood, his body trembled, and his eyes full of horror and pain stared at Yan Thirteen, he never thought that his last killing move would be broken by Yan Thirteen.

"Oh, still not convinced? Okay, then get up and fight with Lao Tzu again! By the way, what do you have to pay for the 10 million?"

Hearing the last sentence, Fan Jian suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground and passed out.

"Old man Zhuang, did I win?"

Yan Shisan's voice had all been transposed, and it sounded like even his voice was twitching, but he was still speaking completely.

Hearing such a voice, Zhuang Yusheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he nodded, and spit out a word very simply, "Yes." ”

Almost everyone was speechless.

However, at this time, Mu Yang's expression was still very calm, he looked at Yan Shisan's twitching body, and said in a voice that only he heard: "There is so much blood, don't hold on." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Yan Shisan, who was on the field, suddenly sat on the ground.

"Priest, you're fucking dead! Ouch, it hurts me, you uncle. Holy light, holy light magic!"

More than a dozen holy lights fell on Yan Thirteen's body almost at the same time.

......

......

Twelve people, six groups of battles, Yan 13 won the first game, and then entered the top six.

"In the past, the disciples who could enter the top ten every year had the lowest cultivation level in the three realms and nine grades, and Yan Thirteen only had three realms and five grades...... In his bones, after all, he has the blood of the Yan family. ”

The old man sitting on the rattan chair in front of the grass shed on the top of the cliff on the west side said slowly after seeing Yan Shisan fall to the ground.

"It's just the courage of the horseman. ”

The brocade-robed young man on the side was a little unimpressed by the old man's evaluation.

The old man smiled faintly: "Cultivation is like a battlefield, 10,000 people crowd the single-plank bridge, the brave wins when they meet on the narrow road, if they are afraid of the head and tail, they don't even dare to fight hard, even if they enter the inner hall, they will not have much achievement." ”

The brocade-robed young man frowned: "Listen to what you mean, it seems that you are very interested in Yan Thirteen?"

"Don't you think he has a lot of similarities with Yan Mingyue?"

As if remembering some of the things Yan Mingyue had done in the temple in the past two years, the expression on the face of the brocade-robed young man became a little complicated, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Yan family is all crazy. ”

"Ouyang Yuxian, to Han Zhongchuan. ”

The two names of the second battle spit out from Zhuang Yusheng's mouth, he obviously didn't mean to let the six matches be held at the same time, as his voice sounded, Yan Shisan, who was supported by the two clergy and sat on the ground and refused to leave, and wanted to continue watching the competition, stopped screaming in pain like killing pigs Huo Ran raised his head, and many low whispers sounded on his side.

In these soft cries, there is sympathy and schadenfreude, but in the soft cries of more people, there is a feeling of disappointment.

From the beginning of the ranking match to the present, Han Zhongchuan has had two consecutive byes, and the third round finally became a six-on-six situation, but his opponent was Ouyang Yuxian, the weakest of the remaining ten.

Ouyang Yuxian has already experienced two battles, although she won in the end, most of the star yuan in her body has been consumed, but Han Zhongchuan has not come out with a knife, this kind of competition of waiting for work, in anyone's opinion, Ouyang Yuxian has no chance to win.

Of course, for a few people, the most critical significance of this battle is that Han Zhongchuan will also make a move in front of everyone.

The Han family's family knife technique is incomparable, Han Zhongchuan entered the three realms and nine products at the age of fourteen, on the Tianfeng platform, because of his vicious moves, he never showed mercy to his opponents, and finally only received three challenges and entered the inner hall along the lìtong guò ring match, and Ouyang Yuxian tried the knife to see Han Zhongchuan's strength, for anyone, this kind of thing is not a bad thing.

It's just that Ouyang Yuxian will appear?