Today is the last day of Outer Gate Dabi, and there are still four people left.

This time there was no bye, Zhuohua secretly thought to himself, he was probably going to face Su Jinxuan.

Luo Yang lost the last game and finished sixth. The fifth place is Qin Shuran, who has fought with Zhuohua.

Today's two-on-two competition, two people win for one or two, and the two losers fight for three or four.

Before the competition began, the boss announced the punishment of Duke. Abolish its cultivation and throw it into the Valley of Ten Thousand Dry Things.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble when they heard this.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Dry Bones is also known as Ten Thousand Dry Bones, and only those who have committed the most evil crimes will be thrown into the Valley of Ten Thousand Dry Bones.

The miasma in the Ten Thousand Dry Valley is pervasive, poison is rampant, and there are all kinds of high-level demon beasts full of poison. No matter how high the cultivation level is, the people who are thrown down will not be able to escape, and in the end there will only be a pile of white bones left, and some of them will not even be able to leave the bones.

"This is the end of collusion with demon cultivators."

The sonorous and powerful words hit everyone's heart like thunder.

Everyone was silent.

Zhuohua couldn't help but sigh a little, but more doubts. What makes these monks willing to go against their own path and become spies of the demons?

Until the competition began, until she stood on the stage, she didn't want to be white.

"Han Xiu?" Zhuohua coughed uncomfortably, why did he run into him again......

Han Xiu's face on the other side was also not good, why did he encounter this plague god again?

The two of them saw each other dryly, and immediately moved their hands.

Unlike the first competition, this time neither of the two left any effort spared, and they were both ruthless.

Thunder slashed down on the field, and sword shadows slashed it out.

The two of them didn't have time to catch their breath, and they attacked each other back and forth, without even a gap.

Later, everyone could only see bursts of purple light and white light flashing on the stage, but they couldn't even capture the figure.

"Poof." Zhuohua held on to his sword and couldn't help but spit blood.

Han Xiu's condition was not good, and it was even worse than Zhuo Hua. His original white robe had been glued with bloodstains, and because he couldn't dodge, his palm was cut by the sword qi and a big hole, and blood was constantly flowing out.

The more time passed, the more obvious his disadvantage became.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, his heart was horizontal, and he pinched a trick that he rarely pinched.

Black clouds gradually appeared in the originally clear sky above the platform, and they slowly pressed over with a violent aura, making people feel as if they were about to suffocate.

The rumbling sound gradually sounded, as if in the sky, and as if in front of you.

The scorching strands of hair swayed in the breeze, as if to foretell an impending crisis.

Zhuohua's face turned a little pale, and she held the sword in her hand tightly, as if this would bring her an endless sense of security.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

I don't know whose heart is beating violently.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, Zhuohua looked at the sky, his gaze becoming sharper and sharper.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning pierced the dark and dreary sky, falling heavily and slashing towards the scorching flowers.

Zhuohua's scalp tingled, and she quickly dodged away.

However, before she could stand still, the next thunderbolt also fell.

More and more thunder fell, and so did their speed. Zhuohua was a little exhausted, but he still relied on his strong will to support himself.

When he hurriedly dodged the first thunderbolt, Zhuo Hua finally had a chance to draw his sword.

As if sensing her excitement, Twilight kept shaking and making a loud noise.