Rumble.

Great Chu Xuanzong thundered, and a purple-clothed figure fell off the battle platform.

"How could it be. "There was a long cry of surprise, "The Holy Son of the Tianlei Family was defeated." ”

The audience was in an uproar, just because the Heavenly Thunder Holy Son was too famous, there were many rumors in the early years, and as soon as the True Spirit Realm debuted, he slashed a Spirit Void Realm with a sword, and he sang all the way and created a lot of legends.

Burst.

Under the stage, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the Heavenly Thunder Holy Son, his face was extremely pale, there were no less than 100 sword marks on his body, one arm was almost scrapped, and the white bones of Sen Sen were exposed, which was very scary.

"I lost. The Heavenly Thunder Saint Son shook his head helplessly, "You are stronger than me." ”

Thump.

The body of the man on the stage was shaky, and after all, he knelt on the ground in the next moment, and then looked at his appearance, isn't it Xiang Heng of the Dragon Breaking Sect.

His black hair was scattered, stained with blood, and on that face, there was less arrogance, but more perseverance, and his mouth was full of stubble, looking a little sloppy, and he was like a sharp sword, gathering all his edge.

Victorious, he walked towards the stage with his almost crippled body, followed by a series of blood-colored footprints.

At the moment when he was about to step down, he couldn't help but glance sideways at Ye Feng on the clouds, and a trace of complexity flashed in his somewhat vicissitudes of life.

"You surprised me. Ye Feng smiled slightly.

He understands the complexity of Xiang Heng very well.

Back then, he was only in the Qi Condensation Realm, and he was on an equal footing with Xiang Hengzhan.

At that time, he was weak, and Xiang Heng was high.

At this moment, his identity was reversed, and he could only look up to Ye Feng.

A big battle made the people present sigh, and Xiang Heng's combat power far exceeded everyone's expectations.

The battle continued, the void compass slowly turned, and two rays of light fell, instantly making everyone's eyes light up.

Ay.

Ay.

Two sighs came in no particular order, and a man and a woman got up one after another.

"Jinnyima. Many of the young disciples present who participated in the duel rubbed their eyebrows, but the two sides selected for this duel were a little unexpected.

"Young Master of Tianmen, Liu Yi. ”

"The Holy Maiden of Huayue Sect, there is no snow at night. ”

It is two Tianjiao with the same name, and the monks of the older generation sighed secretly, secretly saying that the talent and strength of the two are enough to enter the ranks of the nine true disciples, but they never wanted to be selected as a group, and after this battle, one of them will be defeated.

While speaking, Ye Wuxue and Liu Yi had already stepped onto the battle platform, but they each shrugged their shoulders and smiled helplessly.

Ahem.

At this moment, Ye Feng, who was in the clouds, coughed dryly, and while picking at his ears, he said leisurely, "That, there is no rule that this pair can't be tied." ”

Belch.

The audience twitched the corners of their mouths, what do you mean by this, what do you mean, is this a blatant release of water.

Originally, one person must have left the battle platform, it's really good that your words are spewed out, your Holy Lord has spoken, Liu Yi and Ye Wuxue don't draw, it's really strange.

Contempt.

It's all contempt.

Here they all looked at Ye Feng with disdain, and secretly said that Ye Feng was playing tricks and opening the back door.

Ahem.

"I'm just asking. Ye Feng coughed dryly again, shook his head, and simply put his gaze on the clouds, allowing countless eyes to shoot at him.

Sure enough, Liu Yi and Ye Wuxue are not fools, although the two of them are at the same level of cultivation and their combat power is equal to each other, but after a big battle, someone will definitely lose, which is not what the two want to see.

But Ye Feng's words did remind them that the Holy Lord had spoken, and they were afraid of a bird.

"Senior Sister Night, how about the draw. Liu Yi was dressed in plain clothes and fluttering, with long black hair like a waterfall, deep dark eyes, and an indescribable indifference.

The night is elegant without snow, the clothes are fluttering, fresh and refined, the three thousand green silks flow like water waves, the silk is blooming with brilliance, and the peerless face is shining brightly.

"Okay. Ye Wuxue smiled.

It's too good, it's really good.

The audience nodded earnestly.

Okay. As soon as Ye Feng's words were released, the two of you were tied, so it's okay to make two moves.

The two of them were elegant, and they each exited.

The compass Guanghong lingered, and fell again, and the two disciples jumped up one after another, the two of them were burly, with strong muscles, and between their gestures, they showed their explosive power.

"The little overlord of the Zang Yun family, Zangyun. ”

"The Holy Son of the Tiandong Sect, Wang Tianxiong. ”

One is carrying a big knife, the other is carrying a giant hammer, and each of them is climbing rapidly, and they are all belligerent masters, quite a battle of three hundred rounds.

The eyes of all the people in the audience lit up, and they secretly said that there was going to be a wonderful battle, and the monks of the older generation secretly marveled at the flesh of the two, which was definitely rare among their peers.

"These two little babies are good. A group of old guys' eyes lit up, and secretly said that it might be a good choice to accept them as apprentices after this battle.

At this time, even Ye Feng on the clouds was sitting upright, looking down with shining eyes, waiting for a good show to be staged.

"What a draw. Hiding in grinned.

"Integrate my will. Wang Tianxiong said meaningfully.

Grass.

Depend on.

Another special draw.

There were shouts of scolding from all sides of the audience, drowning the two of them in an instant, you two mischievous children, if you want a draw, you don't say it early, and you still put those fake tricks to do it.

Uh-huh.

The two licked their big faces, grinned, each smiled, and jumped off the battlefield, seeing that both of them were children with bold temperaments, and now it seems that they are not good children in their bones.

Everyone's eyes were focused, and they were all on Ye Feng, you put a good word, how can you compare it later, it's a draw, and this duel may not be over for eight hundred years.

Ye Feng shook his head and ignored the gaze that came at him.

The compass had already turned, and two rays of light lingered, falling in an instant, hitting in two directions.

Soon, the disciple who was hit by Mitsuhiro jumped up.

These two disciples are much more normal, and there is a huge difference in strength, but they didn't talk about the draw anymore, otherwise, the whole audience would not be able to resist the impulse to kill and flatten them.

A duel was uneventful, with one of them losing.

It was getting late, and night was starting to fall.

The duel was carried out in an orderly manner, and the powerful disciples frequently attacked, and when they encountered opponents with similar cultivation and the same combat strength, each disciple would play a slippery head, and it would simply be a draw.

By the time the night sky was full of stars, the duel had come to an end, and there were less than twenty of the more than 900 disciples left.

Among the twenty people, all of them were injured, and even Chu Yang, who was strong in battle, turned pale, he fought eight games in a row, it was a sweeping scene, but no matter how strong the single battle was, he couldn't stand the battle.

In addition to Chu Yang, Biyou Fairy and Xiang Heng are still among them, the combination of Liu Yi and Ye Wuxue has also been killed until now, and even Jiang Wei of Hengyue Sect is still stubbornly resistant, he may be the most seriously injured, the white clothes seem to change color and blood, and the spiritual power is almost exhausted.

However, he can hold on from the beginning to this point, which is enough to be proud.

The void compass turned, and the two divine rainbows fell in no particular order.

One hit Jiang Wei, and the other fell on Biyou Fairy.

Jiang Wei smiled helplessly, he didn't come to the stage, he stood up with his arms propped up, and smiled, "Senior Sister Biyou, admit defeat in the next place." ”

This may be the best ending, Jiang Wei is indeed powerless to fight anymore, his combat power is obvious to all, a disciple of Hengyue Xiaozong back then, it is really not easy to fight now.

You must know that a few months ago, he had just recovered his cultivation, not because of his poor talent, but because he didn't have enough time to prove it.

There is no battle in this battle, but there is no suspense.

The compass rose in response, and two divine rainbows fell again, one hit Liu Yi and the other fell on Xiang Heng.

There was no suspense again, and everyone couldn't help but have a sentence in their hearts.

Sure enough, Xiang Heng reluctantly sheltered, hugged his fist at Liu Yi, and said, "Senior Brother Liu Yi, I can't fight anymore, I admit defeat." ”

Indeed, under the absolute suppression of strength, Xiang Heng is not Liu Yi's opponent, and his record is also obvious to all.

The compass turned again at the moment when Xiang Heng admitted defeat, and the two rays of light fell in no particular order, one fell on Ye Wuxue's body, and the other fell on a disciple of the Tianzong family.

Ay.

The one sighed secretly, but he was free and easy, got up with his injured body, and admitted defeat on the spot.

Okay. At this point in the war, even the disciples of the various sects who were full of blood and vigor couldn't hold on, and they didn't accept each other on weekdays, but really at this time, many of them were unable to fight anymore, and Rao was a disciple who still had the strength to fight, and he didn't want to participate anymore, their duel had passed, and the next duel was the real pinnacle battle.

The breeze blew, and there were only nine people left in the seat.

The young master of the Tianzong family, Chu Yang.

The young master of Tianmen, Liu Yi.

The holy daughter of Huayue Sect, there is no snow at night.

The Holy Son of Xuanyue Temple, Yi Chuan.

The young master of the Yangquan family, Lu Yun.

The holy daughter of Biyun Sect, the fairy of Biyou.

The saintess of the Dongyue family, Yue Xuan.

The Holy Son of the Tianshan Sect, Duan Yu.

The Holy Maiden of the Seven Killing Sects, Yunxiao Yue.

"It's all ruthless characters. Around the battle platform, there were exclamations.

At this time, Ye Feng on the clouds had already gotten up, glanced around at the nine people below, and said with a slight smile, "Then, what will I do next." ”

Hearing this, many old guys groaned and nodded one after another.

Indeed, at this point in the duel, there is no need to compare, there are exactly nine disciples of the Nine True Transmissions, and all that is missing is the ranking.

Seeing that the Pavilion Master and the Sect Master had no objections, Ye Feng smiled again, his eyes fell on Chu Yang, and said with a smile, "Then, Chu Yang is the first true disciple of my Great Chu Xuanzong, there should be no objections." ”

Hearing this, Li Tian smiled at Yi Chen and said, "Senior, it seems that I won the junior." ”

Yi Chen shook his head helplessly, "Why did Bai Ying'er that girl go." ”

Rumble.

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder suddenly sounded.

"Auntie, I don't agree. The piercing girl's voice pierced the sky, and the stable void space was opened by a pair of pink Xiaoxiu fists.

"It's finally here. On the clouds, Yanquan breathed a deep sigh of relief.

The cracks in the space closed, and the girl fell lightly, her long hair was scattered, finely carved, and her body was surrounded by gorgeous light, and there was a gadget squatting on her shoulders that she didn't know what it was.

Bai Yinger, debut