The next day, the mild sunlight shone on the Dragon Court Academy, and I don't know if it was artificially like this, or if today was a sunny day. It's the end of winter, and the temperature of the air has dropped somewhat, but I don't feel a chill, as if I'm back to the days of March.

The arrival of the last day of the battle for the ladder list also made the atmosphere in the academy become extremely hot with the warm sunshine, and the area where the ladder list is located has already been full of people.

In the western hall of the Dragon Wilderness Altar, Zhang Yan sat on the roof facing the sun, and the warm sunlight reflected on his resolute face, slightly glowing with a trace of charming brilliance.

Beside Zhang Yan, Yan Muling was wearing a green feather butterfly dance dress, and her beautiful face was full of warm smiles.

Zhang Yan slowly stretched his waist, then lay down, and after a while, he slowly spoke: "Yesterday, the third layer of the Ruler Hall issued a spiritual fire task, the Ten Absolute Dry Yuan Fire, I don't know the rank yet, and when the ladder battle is over, I will go and let Brother Yan Xiang refine it." ”

"I'm going with you too, dealing with the spiritual fire, the teacher has a unique method, it should be easier. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yan shook his head slowly, and said softly: "Things are not so simple, there are many people who want to get the Ten Absolute Dry Yuan Huo, and there will definitely be a big scuffle when the time comes, so you still don't go." ”

"What about Brother Yan Xiang? If he doesn't go, how can he refine the Ten Absolute Yuan Fire? And it's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'm not at ease. Yan Mu Ling said softly.

"Don't worry, I'll have a way. Zhang Yan stood up suddenly, and said very firmly: "You can't go, I'll go alone to subdue the matter of the Ten Absolute Yuan Huo." ”

Hearing this, Yan Mu Lingbei bit his thin lip slightly, seeing that Zhang Yan was so resolute, he could only dispel the slightest thought in his mind, and then nodded lightly and agreed.

Suddenly, a sky-shattering sound came from afar from the area where the ladder battle was located.

"Let's go too. Yan Muling said softly.

"Hmm. ”

With a light response, the two of them immediately flew slowly towards the place on the ladder list, and yesterday they had already selected the people to challenge on the ladder list, namely Huo Feng in the third place and Duguling in the tenth place.

At this time, where the ladder list was located, the thirty rings were once again merged into one under the joint efforts of many elders, as if they had become a huge giant ring, and the helmsmen of the four halls, two halls and one altar were all sitting peacefully on a wooden chair in mid-air, looking at the ring below, talking and laughing with each other.

The final competition of the ladder list is a matter of their own faces, and the happiest one among them is naturally Fan Ye, an old face twitched with laughter, but the white eyes of the rest of the nave masters and hall masters did not make him stop.

He was quite satisfied with the rankings on the ladder list, except for Zhang Yan, Yan Muling, and Liu Guangchen, who had not yet fought, the rest of them had successfully reached the goal he had set, and the top thirty of him accounted for half of the Dragon Desolate Altar, which had never been seen before.

"Be careful to laugh and breathe. Dongfang Shaohua rolled his eyes and said lightly with a hint of envy.

"It's okay, the old man's body is still very hard, and it will take a while for him to lose his breath. Fan Ye didn't show them any mercy, and smiled proudly.

"Fan Ye, the top ten places speak for themselves, don't be too happy, you should cry when the time comes. The hall master of the Imperial Spirit Palace, Yin Wuyan, sneered and said. Zhang Yan challenged Huo Feng, he knew about it, so his attitude towards Fan Ye was not very good.

"It's not interesting for you to fight here, let's wait for the final battle result to come out, let's wait and see. Yu Xiaomi, the hall master of Xuanyu Hall, saw that the two of them were in a-for-tat posture against the sword, and immediately spoke and persuaded him.

Hearing this, Yin Wuyan immediately replied lightly and said, "Then wait and see." ”

In the ring, Meng Lin was already nearing the end of the fight with You Hong in the eleventh place.

Both of them had multiple serious injuries, and it was a completely lose-lose scene, and as time passed, in the end, Meng Lin narrowly defeated You Hong with a tragic momentum and took the eleventh position in his hands.

The people of the Dragon Desolate Altar shot fiercely one by one, all of them to defeat the other party and take their place. For such a situation, the people outside the fifteenth place all dispelled the idea of continuing to challenge, and even Qingyang, who was ranked twelfth, also held back the unwillingness in his heart and never made a move.

Today is the final ladder battle, and there are still six final battles, all of which are battles between the top ten, and of course, Zhang Yan and the three have not yet made a move. And the order of appearances is naturally determined by ranking.

After Meng Lin narrowly defeated You Hong, the next battle was between Yan Muling and Lonely Ridge.

There was only one elder in charge of the ring, and it was only a moment after Meng Lin and the others left that he shouted, "In the next game, Yan Muling will fight Duguling." ”

In the crowd, a man in a black and white shirt walked out slowly, and then jumped lightly to the ring, waiting quietly.

And after a while, Yan Muling's figure did not appear, and outside the ring, sighs began to come out of the crowd.

Just when the sigh reached its peak, Yan Mu Ling's beautiful voice sounded.

"Yan Mu Ling has arrived. ”

Hearing the sound, everyone's eyes looked in the direction where the voice came from, and they saw Yan Muling wearing a green feather butterfly dance dress, and the two of them came to the ring. And Zhang Yan was smiling, standing in place from a distance and watching, but the crowd was staring at him with envy and hatred.

"Now that you're here, let's get started. The pro-game elder spoke slowly, and stepped aside.

Dugu Ling's eyes glowed with a hint of joy, he didn't expect that it would be a stunning beauty who could not help but challenge him, and then smiled quite politely and said: "You are a woman, you can do it first, but I will not show mercy later." ”

For the smile of Lonely Ridge, Yan Mu Ling didn't pay attention to it at all, Liu Ye's eyebrows froze, and he held it slightly in his hand, and the Aoki sword was held tightly in her hand with a burst of sword groans.

Aoki Sword appeared, the smile on Dugu Ling's face disappeared instantly, his expression was solemn, he recognized the seven strongest weapons in the imperial rank weapon, and immediately said: "Aoki Sword?"

With a sudden wave of the Aoki sword in his hand, Yan Mu Ling directly swung out two pieces in a row, and two sword rays the size of a zhang whistled out and went straight to Dugu Ling.

Now, Yan Mu Ling's realm is at the peak of the Xuanhuang Realm, and his strength has improved a lot compared to before, and in the face of Duguling in the early stage of the Xuanzhu Realm, he definitely has the strength to fight.

The sword roared, Dugu Ling was also quick-eyed, the powerful aura of the Xuan Soul Realm erupted, and the Xuan Qi in his hand condensed, and then he swung it twice in a row, and the same two sword rays flew out, colliding with Yan Mu Ling's attack.

Boom!!

There was a roar, and the sword had not yet dissipated, and Yan Mu Ling's figure passed through directly, and the Aoki sword in his hand stabbed out sharply, so fast that he came to Dugu Ling's body in the blink of an eye.

In the face of the stabbing sword, Dugu Ling's body did not move at all, and immediately let out a low shout, and a thick earthen wall suddenly appeared when Aoki Sword was still a meter away from him, blocking between him and Aoki Sword.

The sharp Aoki sword pierced directly into the earthen wall, all the way unimpeded, however, just as the Aoki sword tore through the earthen wall and stabbed at the latter, Yanmu Ling felt that the Aoki sword could no longer advance an inch.

On the other side of the earthen wall, Dugu Ling put his palms together and sandwiched the tip of the Aoki sword in the middle, so that he could not advance any further.

Just as a hint of smugness appeared on his face, a faint red golden flame flashed on the Aoki sword in Yan Mu Ling's hand.

Rumble!!

Suddenly, the sound of the flames burning suddenly sounded, and the earthen wall between the two of them instantly turned into dust, and the ferocity of the flames was not hindered at all, and they rushed directly to Duguling.

Feeling the ferocity of the flames, Dugu Ling's heart trembled suddenly, his palm instantly left the Aoki Sword, and his figure suddenly retreated backwards, so that he was not burned by the Qiyao Demon Flame.

Seeing the fierce power of the Qiyao Demon Flame, the sound of gasping cold air sounded outside the ring, such a terrifying flame can only be done by the spiritual fire, and the rank must not be low.

Even Fan Ye and the others who were sitting on the wooden chair were shocked by the flames released by Yan Mu Ling, especially Fan Ye, he didn't expect that Yan Mu Ling's flame would be so fierce, because when he met him and fought with Cangman, it was not as fierce as it is now, there is only one reason, that is, the spiritual fire controlled by Yan Mu Ling is gradually growing, or it is gradually recovering its original strength.

Thinking of this, he also had to re-examine Zhang Yan's identity.

After coming out of the Heavenly Dragon Pool, the rank of the Seven Yao Demon Flame had already recovered to the peak of the King Rank, and it was only one step away from the Emperor Rank Spiritual Fire. In the cultivation of Tianlong Pool, it was not Long Ze or Zhang Yan who benefited the most, but Yan Mu Ling.

Looking at the crimson golden flames on the Aoki Sword, everyone was re-examining the true strength of the Yanmu Spirit, possessing a high-level spiritual fire, and being able to completely overtake it, which was enough to increase a person's true combat power by more than two times.

Looking at the red golden flame controlled by Yan Mu Ling with a somewhat ugly face, Dugu Ling's heart began to have a bad premonition, when the thought of being defeated by Yan Mu Ling just breeded, it was completely erased from his mind, and then he sneered, and his body rushed up directly, like a fierce wolf to kill the latter.

Seeing Dugu Ling rushing towards him, Yan Mu Ling's body was like a butterfly, and he gently retreated a few meters, then stopped, pinched up a seal in his hand, and then the Aoki sword gently volleyed into the air.

I saw that the space fluctuated slightly, and then I saw a wisp of red-golden flame only as thick as a thumb shoot out, flying towards Dugu Ling at an extremely fast speed.

Dugu Ling drank in his mouth, his body was galloping, and as soon as the seal in his hand changed, he wanted to point it out.

However, before the moment he could raise his palm, the crimson golden flame suddenly transformed into a flame bird that rushed towards him, like a shape, with a short tail and a pair of short claws, which the ancient Vermilion Bird deliberately changed in order not to attract the attention of others.

Seeing this, Dugu Ling's body suddenly shook, and then he drank loudly, and the Xuan Qi in his body surged out, and then his feet sank suddenly, and the entire ring trembled violently.

"The handprint of the Emperor of the Mountain. ”