The east was white, the light jumped up on the ground, every morning light was tearing through the darkness, and the earth was as bright as splendor.

On the square, the black dots and white shadows overlapped each other. It's crowded, it's spectacular!

This is the sign of the white clothes of the outer disciples, who came here early. I want to have a glimpse of the latest situation!

Suddenly, the sound of commotion crept in, and everyone looked at the source of the sound.

I saw that in the south corner of the square, a purple shadow slowly appeared.

This is the purple clothes of the inner disciples, and the disciples of the outer gate look puzzled and very puzzled.

But there are also people with happy faces, guessing that this is the grandeur of the sect for this competition, and specially allows the inner disciples to participate in it.

The inner disciples gradually approached and stood where they were supposed to stand.

The sound of the commotion lasted for a moment and then stopped indifferently.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the empty ring, waiting for the contestant to appear.

However, the waiting time is always long and helpless.

As time passed quietly, the head of the Xuanwu Sect appeared in everyone's sight with a group of courtyard masters and elders on foot.

The power of that momentum, although it only burst out unintentionally, when so many of them with advanced martial arts came together, it was inevitable that an invisible energy would erupt, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, pressing all the people's faces as red and breathing as if they were struggling. This situation did not last long, and slowly disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said: "This is the master, the momentum is terrifying."

They sat down on the rostrum, and after a while, the six elders stood up, their eyes scanning everyone with deep eyes, and bursts of light burst out of those eyes, tearing through the sky and spilling directly on everyone's bodies.

The crowd was speculating about what he was going to say, or which one would come first?

Under everyone's speculation, he looked at everyone's thoughts in his eyes, and said slowly: "This competition, according to the lottery, has been decided, and it will start by Lu Xiaofei and Murong Ziyan. ”

As soon as the words fell, under the ring, all kinds of small chattering voices sounded, and in the ring, two different figures walked up slowly.

Suddenly, all eyes locked on the two of them.

That white figure, the figure is just right, not fat or thin, and his expression is still so empty-eyed. Qingye's face fluttered a few strands of hair, and he stretched out his white and tender fingers to caress gently!

He ignored what kind of person his opponent was, thinking that he was the first day talent of the Lu family, how could he be compared to others.

Today, Murong Ziyan's long jet-black hair was tied up, showing a heroic posture, but also looking cold and arrogant, between her eyebrows, gently swaying, she flicked her slender fingers, pondering the strength of the other party.

After a long time, the two of them looked at each other at first, seemingly calm, but the surroundings had slowly fluctuated, and it must be the two of them brewing unknown moves.

That energy became more and more dense around the ring, forming an aura. Although it was only the martial realm of the quenching stage, they all used family combat skills!

Coupled with their unusual qualifications, the combat skills they have learned have gone to a certain level.

The breeze blew automatically, and the power was self-evident.

"Drink!"

But it was Murong Ziyan who shouted arrogantly, taking the lead, and then, her clothes floated and flickered faintly.

"Bang!"

That Lu Xiaofei did not lose the formation, and waved his palm, making a slight sound.

The palm is like a cloud, like a dragon. It seems to be invisible, and it is like overwhelming thousands of armies!

The people under the ring, their eyes suddenly widened, and they all shouted, this is the realm of Dacheng of combat skills, I didn't expect Lu Xiaofei to use all his strength directly as soon as he came on stage.

Everyone couldn't help but guess, would this catch Murong Ziyan off guard?

Even those inner disciples were slightly surprised, admiring Lu Xiaofei's wisdom and wisdom.

The white shadow was Lu Xiaofei's palm, as if splitting space, and went straight towards the opponent.

Murong Ziyan didn't pay attention to it, but made a move calmly, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the white long silk flew out of his sleeve in the blink of an eye.

It flies as fast as a straight line, without a little fluctuation, like a hard stone.

"Bang~"

The two white shadows collided and made a low sound.

It's just that at that moment, as the voice fell, Lu Xiaofei's palm momentum was still unabated.

Under his attack, the long silk was like a strip of cloth, folded into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Murong Ziyan was slightly shocked in her heart, and her heart tightened, she saw that her opponent was getting closer and closer to her.

The moment the two approached, their eyes met, and they both saw each other's fighting intentions.

The corners of Lu Xiaofei's mouth curved, revealing a sneer, and said contemptuously: "Just your few catties of tricks, I want to compare with my combat skill five-grade "Heart-Urging Palm", I can't help myself. ”

When Murong Ziyan heard him say this, he was shocked, he didn't expect that in addition to cultivating to Dacheng, his combat skills themselves were also of such a high grade.

At the moment when she was pondering, Lu Xiaofei's palm hit directly.

Murong Ziyan felt the aura of danger, and in a hurry, he bent over and avoided that palm.

But she was hooked off by Lu Xiaofei's palm, and the gentle fine hair fell out, and at that moment, her long hair covered her face and became embarrassed.

She secretly blamed herself for being careless, thinking that everyone was just a temptation, so she didn't use all her strength to let the opponent attack so easily.

Otherwise, with his own Xiaocheng realm and waving the long silk, it can be easily attacked by the opponent.

In this way, the distance between the two widened again, and Murong Ziyan looked at the opponent, and began to exert all his strength, and the roots of his hair flowed up.

That aura remained until her long aya flew up from the ground on its own.

"Whew!"

Only a quick sound was heard, and Nagaya disappeared in a blink of an eye, flying back into her sleeve.

She moved a few steps, performed her family's three-grade "Cloud Ladder", and then quickly rushed towards her opponent.

"Whew!"

Chang Aya burst out of her sleeve again, that kind of momentum like a sword rainbow through the moon, coupled with the pace of the exercises, it seemed to be a perfect combination, and for a while the momentum directly overwhelmed the opponent.

Lu Xiaofei's face was solemn, he knew that his opponent's combat skills were not as high-grade as his own, but now it seemed that with the cooperation of that unknown technique, his momentum was faintly better than his own.

But this did not frighten him, and he still waved his palms to meet him.

The people under the ring only saw the white shadows handing over, chaotic exchanges, and the aura on the stage fluctuated, because of the muffled sound of the one after another, it became floating.

Everyone was dazzled, only to feel that the pace was too fast to keep up with those moves.

But they don't want to let go of this wonderful picture, and every thrilling moment, some people will secretly exclaim.

Even those inner disciples are comparing themselves, what would happen if they went up by themselves?

On the stage, there have been more than 100 moves, and the two are separated at this time, each standing in a corner of the ring.

Lu Xiaofei's face remained unchanged, just a little panting, but he tried his best to suppress it, trying to stabilize his breath, his arrogance did not allow himself to be low in front of others.

At this time, Murong Ziyan's childish face was slightly red, and his panting was a little bigger than that of his opponent.

As her breath fluctuated, her muscles and bones felt a little tired.

After a break, both sides recovered a little. The tired eyes of the two burst into refreshment.

The two of them exerted force at the same time, and their aura was immediately heavy.

Lu Xiaofei's palm waved, or he was good at softness, and the rhythm was like a shape, and it was completely self-contained.

And at this moment, Murong Ziyan was depressed in his heart, although he didn't pay attention to the trick, but now that it was a critical juncture, he had to take it out early.

She was furious, and at such a moment, she shouted arrogantly: "I'm not a vegetarian either, look at my tenth style, the wind moves the earth." ”

This is the strongest move in her four-grade "Floating Shadow Snow Silk", but before the move is released, the wind has moved from her body.

At this moment, she also followed the wind and turned, and her beautiful eyes slowly closed.

When it turns ten times, the long silk is immediately released from the long sleeve and rotates with the wind.

The melody shook so much that it covered her body.

Lu Xiaofei didn't know what tricks his opponent was playing, but he still had confidence in himself.

And the people in the audience were full of doubts, but they were looking forward to it, and they didn't know what amazing performance Murong Ziyan would have.

Just as everyone was watching, Murong Ziyan stopped turning, and at the same time, a long silk that was twice as large as the original flew out like an arrow.

The long silk slashed through the sky, locking on the opponent and leaving.

Lu Xiaofei's eyebrows were tightly locked, his heart was pressed like a heavy stone, he felt that this time it was not simple, and he also came up with his own tricks.

He rushed forward without hesitation, the bruises on his face burst out, and he shouted: "Fifth style, hot hands kill you." ”

The palm of the hand slapped straight away, like an indestructible weapon,

The moment he made contact, a strange laugh appeared on his face, and his palm suddenly turned into a claw, like an iron claw, and he suddenly grabbed Chang Aya, and in an instant, he burst out with all his strength and pinched down.

"Click!"

With this sound, Nagaya broke in half.

But Lu Xiaofei didn't stop, his strength still existed, and his claws recovered and slapped towards his opponent.

At this time, Murong Ziyan was a little powerless, because the move just now had exhausted all her strength.

Her face was slightly pale, and it was too late to regain her strength, but she never regretted that she had done such a thing.

Her pupils were full of shadows of her opponent's palms, which grew larger and smaller, slowly approaching.

Until her body shook, and as her opponent's palm slapped on her shoulder, her face turned pale and undoubtedly.

The posture of the two stopped for a moment, as if time had also stopped at that moment.

The people in the audience are also trying to pay attention, and countless eyes are watching what will happen to the two in the end.

But at this time, they took pity on Murong Ziyan a little.

That scene didn't last long.

Murong Ziyan only felt a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood came out, she pursed her lips and forced herself not to open.

The mouthful of blood stayed in her mouth, and her pale face turned red as a result.

After a long time, she stopped floating and swallowed the blood.

Slowly walked off the stage with difficulty.

But Lu Xiaofei felt that all this was taken for granted, he didn't have a trace of a smile, he stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for the referee's decision.

At this moment, the people who supported Lu Xiaofei erupted in cheers, thundering the sky of the Xuanwu Sect.