In this way, the three battles took place almost simultaneously, and naturally divided into three battle circles.

In the two places above the valley mouth, one is the mid-Ning Dan realm monk of Yangyuan Sect facing the black-clothed man of the same realm in the Daewoo Immortal Kingdom, and the other is the man surnamed Zuo of the Shenfeng Sect facing the white-bearded old man of the Daewoo Immortal Kingdom.

Only Liu Qingyi and Zhao Wenming fell to the bottom of the valley at the beginning, and because a group of Daewoo Immortal Kingdom monks and people from the south confronted each other at the mouth of the valley, after these people let Liu and Zhao pass, they stopped a group of people who chased after them to watch the excitement.

At this moment, hundreds of zhang below the mouth of the valley, two figures of rabbits rose and fell, soared into the air from time to time, and sometimes fell to the bottom of the valley, prompting the immortal light rainbow and the Taoist human-shaped white mist to intertwine into a blinding miasma.

Farther in the sky, two flying swords, one purple and one black, continued to circle and strike, bringing a string of brilliant sparks to burst out in all directions, and the Yuan Qi waves generated by the fierce collision of the two swept through the four fields like wild waves, causing the mountains on both sides of the canyon to tremble slightly.

After a while, the canyon began to rain with blue light in the sky, and during it, a purple light pierced the void, and actually carved out a huge hole in the length and width of those dense rain lines.

"Hey, it's fierce, it's greasy!" An exclamation came, and Liu Qingyi raised his hand and threw out a teapot lid-like thing, and when he swirled into the air, he blocked the purple light that shot away.

Immediately after, several lines of blue light rain shot out with his manipulation, not only bursting the purple rays more than ten feet away, but also falling straight towards the head of the man in white on the other side.

Zhao Wenming raised his hand and sacrificed a white bell-shaped magic weapon, blocking the blue light rain lines that shot from him one by one, and said with a solemn face: "No wonder, you dare to come and fight with me, it turns out that you have such a swordsmanship, but I underestimated you before!"

As he said this, his eyes swept towards the powerful disc floating in front of him by Liu Qingyi, a greedy look appeared on his face, and he said in a muffled voice: "I didn't expect you to have such a defensive immortal treasure in addition to that low-grade immortal sword, it seems that your clan elders are very good to you."

Liu Qingyi smiled faintly when he heard this, neither admitting nor denying it, but continued to control the surrounding blue light rain line to gather and slash forward.

Seeing this, Zhao Wenming hurriedly urged the skyrocketing white bell-shaped magic weapon to protect himself, and at the same time drove the purple flying sword to continue to chisel in the rain line, trying to break through the "rain" sword technique used by Liu Qingyi with force.

However, to his great surprise, those cyan rain lines that Liu Qingyi had incarnated with this sword technique would only be transformed into cyan swords containing great power when they were wrapped in the tongs of his mind, and the cyan rain lines around him that were not led by his mind were almost no different from ordinary rain.

Zhao Wenming did it several times, only to feel that after the purple flying sword that was sacrificed slashed the blue light rain line, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it was completely powerless.

And not only was the blue light sword rain difficult to break, but even if he tried his best to chisel through those entangled swords, and when the flying sword attacked in front of Liu Qingyi, it was easily blocked by the disc-shaped defensive immortal treasure.

Such a result naturally made Zhao Wenming very discouraged, and in desperation, he could only endure the patience and Liu Qingyi's juggling back and forth, and no one could help anyone in a short period of time.

In Zhao Wenming's judgment, as a cultivator of the Ning Dan Realm, with the power of the Dao Source condensed by the Golden Pill, he was extremely abundant, and he would definitely be able to hold out until the moment when his power was exhausted.

As for the disciple of Guanzhong, he didn't pay much attention to the alchemy technique that this person cultivated, as long as this person didn't have two immortal treasures and swordsmanship protection, he even had several ways to destroy this person's alchemy method and body protection, and kill him on the spot in the shortest possible time.

After thinking about it like this, Zhao Wenming was sure in his heart, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of Gukou, and found that the disciples in the view were taking a small group of immortal country monks to watch the battle, and he couldn't help but straighten up, and said to Liu Qingyi in an old-fashioned tone: "Young man, you can hold on to this seat for a long time with the cultivation of the Three Yang Realm, but it is just relying on the external forces obtained by some sect relatives Yu Yin, which cannot change the final result. If you could throw in the towel now,

If you offer one or two things outside your body as an apology, you can be blamed for the past and let you leave this place according to the rules of learning. If not, you will have to suffer a lot later, so I advise you to weigh it!"

Hearing Zhao Wenming's words, Liu Qingyi's face flashed a playful expression, seeing that the blue light rain lines turned by the swordsmanship around him had already consumed seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and he had no intention of continuing to practice, so he immediately lazily said to Zhao Wenming: "That dog, what nonsense are you talking about? I still have to weigh it, I'll weigh your mother's big-headed ghost! Alright, Daddy won't play with you anymore, I'm going to start hammering you!" As he spoke, he quietly triggered the soul chain, released the little spirit cat that had disappeared from the spirit ring, and at the same time gathered the remaining blue light rain lines, and moved them in front of Zhao Wenming.

Zhao Wenming was so insulted by Liu Qingyi in public, he was so angry that he was angry, and under the anger in his heart, he raised a slightly hoarse voice and shouted: "Bastard, you are so ignorant! Die for me!!"

Immediately, the white bell-shaped magic weapon in front of him blocked all the blue light rain lines that were slashing in front of him, and then raised it with one hand, urging the purple flying sword hovering in the air to slam in front of Liu Qingyi.

The purple flying sword struck halfway, and suddenly let out a scream, transforming into a dense and tiny sword like a cow's hair, shooting towards Liu Qingyi from all directions with extreme speed.

Liu Qingyi's eyes were cold, and he clicked the ink-colored flying sword that had just revealed its body with one hand, constantly spinning left and right to slash those tiny sword rays that shot in, and at the same time manipulating the immortal fox to shoot out a large number of purple rays and qi gangs to rush forward, and the body of the disc was rapidly tilted and bent downward in all corners and eight sides, turning into a huge arched dome, covering himself tightly.

For a while, I only heard the loud sound of "boom" burst out one after another, and the sword qi, purple mang, and qi gang raged in the sky, smashing the canyon cliffs on both sides out of deep pits, and in the debris splashing, a purple sword light as thin as a hair burst out, hitting the huge arched dome, and resounding with a clinking and crisp sound.

At this moment, Zhao Wenming, who was on the other side, only felt that the wind was blowing in front of him, and a wild and cold aura was suddenly approaching, which made him shudder involuntarily.

Before he could come back to his senses, he felt a pain in his chest, and saw a long black claw appear out of thin air, and he very cleverly bypassed the white bell-shaped magic weapon, and brought a large ball of black mangs through his body protection spirit shield with one claw, straight into his chest, and pulled out a large mass of flesh and blood.

"Ah! ~This!" Zhao Wenming gasped, his eyes stared at him, his eyes full of disbelief.

At this moment, with the appearance of that black claw, a huge black leopard demon also showed its tracks in the air.

At the first time of such a change, Zhao Wenming was stunned for more than half a breath and came back to his senses, and immediately reflexively retreated a few feet, and at the same time drove the white bell-shaped magic weapon to fly back, and protected his body tightly, Geng immediately looked at the black panther who was about to pounce with frightened eyes.

I saw this black panther beast that came out of nowhere, its whole body was black, and its fur was like oily asphalt, flashing with a dark glow.

When a huge mouth opened, it revealed its white teeth, exuding bursts of heart-palpitating ferocity.

A strange vertical eye was born on its forehead, like a slender scar running through the beast's head and between its mouth and nose, making the beast's face look extremely hideous.

Zhao Wenming saw that although the vertical eyes on the black panther's forehead had never opened, they were constantly agitating up and down like a worm, and he always felt that there was something in them that made him faintly uneasy.

At this moment, the leopard demon had already pounced not far in front of him, picked up two sharp front paws, and grabbed the white giant bell fiercely.

"Shhhh......h Snort......"

I saw that when the claw was waved, a large black light appeared on it, as if ink was splashed in the painting, and it actually left two small holes on the clock face in one fell swoop, like two black cat's eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Wenming's eyes shrank suddenly, and his heart tightened, and he immediately didn't dare to rely on the bell-shaped magic weapon anymore, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a white rainbow of light, cruising left and right between the canyons, moving up and down, and then playing a series of powerful immortal spells one after another, constantly bombarding the black leopard demon that was chasing.

At this moment, the two battle circles above the valley mouth have been exchanged, but they are also nearing the end.

The first to end was naturally the man surnamed Zuo of the Shenfeng Sect, he was a little stronger than the ordinary early stage cultivator of the Ning Dan Realm, and it was still a little unsightly to the white-bearded old man in the middle of the Ning Dan Realm, and it was not surprising that he lost so quickly.

However, the middle-aged man led by Yang Yuanzong faced the black-clothed man of the Daewoo Immortal Kingdom, because he was also a cultivator in the middle of the Ning Dan Realm, but after a battle, he was an opponent. Look at the book

The two of them fought until this moment, each of them made several innovations, but no one was able to take any advantage, and it was a little difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

In the end, after fighting for a while, the weak black-clothed man in Daewoo Immortal Kingdom's aura was slightly weak, and he gritted his teeth and couldn't hold back.

The few people who led the Daewoo side gradually saw that something was wrong, and immediately shouted to stop the two people who were fighting on the grounds that the fight would not hurt their lives, and directly judged the fight to be a draw.

The middle-aged monk led by the Yang Yuan Sect and the black-clothed man from the Daewoo Immortal Kingdom withdrew their hands and retreated, each of them was covered in bruises and had a sluggish breath, but they also responded to the situation of losing both, and after being sentenced to a draw in the competition, no one raised any objections for a while.

It's just that for the southern side, the results of these two games, one draw and one defeat, almost extinguished the hope in everyone's hearts.