Almost in the blink of an eye, within a radius of a kilometer of Yin Wanluo, it was already shrouded in cold air, and the sudden drop in temperature caused the ground to form a frost, spreading in all directions at an extremely fast speed!

The fingers of the cloud crown are like nebulae, and the speed is like lightning bolts.

However, as soon as Zhigang entered the cold area formed by Yin Wanluo, his speed suddenly exploded.

The area was icy and cold, and all the energy that entered it seemed to freeze and become slow.

Of course, the speed of the explosion is only relative to the previous speed, and in fact, it is still hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

However, the speed of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye is as slow as an ordinary person's fist for the peak king of Dacheng.

I saw Yin Wanluo's figure move, even though the Feiyun Solo fingers were dense like rain, but they were also easily avoided by Yin Wanluo.

"You also taste my Wanluo Absolute Yin Finger!"

Yin Wanluo snorted coldly, bent his legs as he spoke, and slammed into the air.

Whoosh!

His body was like a cannonball, suddenly rising more than a thousand meters high, and in less than a blink of an eye, he rushed hundreds of meters in front of the cloud crown!

Rising together with Yin Wanluo, there is also that cold area with a radius of more than 1,000 meters!

This cold area rose, and even the clouds in the sky froze, and a layer of frost appeared on the cloud crown that stepped on the clouds, and the speed of progress and the speed of making moves were much slower!

Whew!

Yin Wanluo pointed out, and a pale green finger suddenly shot out!

Unlike Yunguan's Feiyun Solo Index, Yin Wanluo has one move, just one finger!

In the blink of an eye, this finger gang shot out hundreds of meters and shot in front of Yun Guan, ten meters thick, extremely terrifying.

It's like a giant rod piercing the sky.

"Break it for me!" Yun Guan shouted.

His hands fell apart. Suddenly, endless clouds appeared all around, and all disappeared in an instant, and they were all in his hands, and then like the tip of a needle to Mai Mang, facing Wan Luo's Yin Finger, he clicked on it.

All of the Flying Cloud Solo Fingers are gone, and only this one finger is left in the sky!

Bo Bo

The two fingers struck each other, and the Ten Thousand Yin Absolute Luo Fingers were suddenly bent and shattered!

Ten Thousand Yin Jueluo refers to the Yin and Cold Qi, and the attack power is slightly inferior. And Feiyun Solo Finger is purely based on speed and attack power, and the two fingers are fighting, and it is naturally the collapse of the Ten Thousand Yin Absolute Luo Finger.

However, Feiyun Solo refers to every inch of defeat of Ten Thousand Yin Absolute Luo Fingers. It will be covered with an extra layer of frost, and when all the Ten Thousand Yin Absolute Luo Fingers are defeated, the entire Flying Cloud Solo Finger will also turn into a single popsicle.

An extremely cold breath suddenly spread from his fingertips to Yun Guan's whole body, making him shiver suddenly.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......" Yin Wanluo's voice suddenly sounded in front of the cloud crown, "It's useless to break it!"

The sound of spikes breaking through the air roared. Yin Wanluo's hand was like lightning, and another Wanluo Jueyin pointed at the cloud crown.

Yun Guan was invaded by the cold air, his body stiffened, and his speed suddenly slowed down a lot. Yu Yin Wanluo pointed at more than ten fingers, and finally slowed down, unable to keep up with Yin Wanluo's speed, and was suddenly shot in the chest by a Wanluo Absolute Yin Finger.

A blood hole is created immediately. Blood shot out, and Cloudcrest's chest was almost shot through. The body was like an arrow, and it flew backwards abruptly.

"I admit defeat—!" Yun Guan said as he spat out a stream of blood that was almost as cold as ice in the air.

At the end of the second competition, although Yin Wanluo was not as clean and fast as Jian Renhao's victory, he always won, and the evil faction pulled back a game, forming a situation of one loss and one win.

"In the third game, my fire phoenix will fight--!"

At the same time as Yin Wanluo flew back, a figure as red as fire flew out from the evil king, it was a woman who was extremely beautiful, looking like she was seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a fiery red long skirt, with long fiery red hair, and the whole person was like a phoenix rushing out of the flames.

She is the first beauty of the cult, the daughter of the leader of the Zoroastrian sect - Huofeng, and Fan Bing'er of the Drifting Snow Pavilion is known as the first beauty of Tianzhou.

The fire phoenix flew to the Tianlong Terrace, and the phoenix's eyes were fixed on Fan Bing'er from afar, and said, "Fan Xiaoniu, come and play with my sister!"

Huofeng is 26 years old, more than half a year older than Fan Bing'er, and both of them have just turned 25 years old and become the king of Dacheng.

At the time of the Dacheng King, Fan Bing'er had only been more than half a year, and the Fire Phoenix had been more than a year, and in terms of cultivation, it should be that the Fire Phoenix was more vigorous.

However, the strength of a martial artist has never been who has cultivated for a long time and who is more powerful, everything has to be confirmed by actual combat.

Fan Bing'er and Huofeng are the only queens on both sides, and it is inevitable that their bodies will bump when they fight, Fan Bing'er has long regarded Huofeng as her opponent, and now she is named and challenged, so she naturally flew down from the platform and flew into the Tianlong platform.

Fan Bing'er's expression was cold, like a piece of cold ice, and the fire phoenix looked **, like a flame.

Both of them are the premier beauties of Tianzhou, but they have different beauties, and the two stand together, each with their own merits, which is a visual feast.

Not to mention Jian Renhao and Yin Wanluo...... Waiting for the younger kings, even the older kings present, looked at the two women with a little light in their eyes.

Huo Feng looked at Fan Bing'er, although the two were equally famous, one was in the Righteous Path Alliance and the other was in the Evil Alliance, but it was difficult to meet outside, this time Huo Feng seemed to have enough of Fan Bing'er.

"If you want to fight, what will you see?" Fan Bing'er said coldly.

Huofeng smiled slightly, and said: "I heard that your beauty is as famous as your sister, of course my sister wants to see if you are worthy of your name, now it seems that their evaluation is not bad, but you look good-looking, but it is too indifferent, like a cold ice, come, let your sister's heat warm you, give your sister a smile!"

Fan Bing'er's expression was always cold, and she said, "If you want to fight, you can fight, what kind of laugh!"

"Haha...... you don't even laugh, you're too boring!"

Huo Feng laughed and said: "How ugly the typing is, sister plays with you, Fan Xiaoniu, if you can't do it, surrender quickly, look at you like a flower, sister is distressed to break you!"

"You talk too much, if you want to fight, you will fight, if you don't fight, you will admit defeat!" Fan Bing'er said with an unchanged expression.

"Then come on!"

As soon as Huofeng's smile closed, and the battle began, her expression became very serious.

Whew!

As the fire phoenix moved, flames suddenly burned on her body. In an instant, the fire was monstrous, burning thousands of meters of fire.

A huge fire phoenix suddenly rose from the monstrous flames, thousands of meters long, and pounced on Fan Bing'er.

The terrifying heat wave rushed in, and Xuantian instantly felt it on the platform in the east.

At this moment, Fan Bing'er moved, and with a stroke of her hands, the sky above her head suddenly changed. Thousands of snow and ice fell suddenly.

Xuantian felt that the heat was gone, and a gust of ice wind blew!

In the next moment, Fan Bing'er had an extra long sword in his hand that was like a long sword made of ice crystals, and he swung it out. Countless ice and snow condensed, forming a huge ice crystal sword gang, slashing towards the huge fire phoenix that rushed towards it.

In the blink of an eye, most of the fire phoenix was cut down by the ice crystal sword gang, but the ice crystal sword gang was also incinerated into nothingness by the fire phoenix's momentum.

"Fire Dance Dragon Snake---!" came the coquettish voice of the fire phoenix in the flames.

Faintly visible, the fiery body of the fire phoenix danced in the flames.

Fire Dance Together. Long flames stretched out from the flames, turning into dragon snakes and twisting their bodies. The fire snake swam on the ground, and the fire dragon flew into the sky, but all of them strangled towards Fan Bing'er without exception.

Fan Bing'er didn't say a word, her expression was cold. It is integrated with the ice and snow beside him, and the artistic conception is also completely compatible. Every time she slashed with her sword, it would trigger endless ice and snow in the sky, and the ice crystal sword was endlessly used.

Chop-!-!-!-!

In the face of the fire phoenix's fire dance dragon snake, Fan Bing'er only has one move, and that is to slash!

The sword passed, the fire dragon broke, the fire snake collapsed, and it turned invisible under the ice and snow!

The two of them went back and forth, in the world of ice and fire, constantly clashing each other, fighting for more than half an hour, and there was no winner or loser.

In the end, the game was terminated by the head of the house on both sides, and it was considered a tie.

In the fourth scene, Lian Zijun flew out of the platform in the east.

At the same time, a young king dressed in black flew out of the western platform, it was Mo Lin of the Dark Moon Sect!

If you look closely, you can see that Mo Lin's black clothes are also embroidered with a black moon.

"Are you that Lian Zijun?" Mo Lin raised his head, his gaze looking down at Lian Zijun from top to bottom.

Mo Lin is 27 years old, Lian Zijun is 25 years old, they are both kings of Dacheng, no matter what, Lian Zijun has great potential, but Mo Lin's tone doesn't seem to take Lian Zijun too seriously.

Mo Lin has a record of skipping challenges, but Lian Zijun does not!

Moreover, Jian Renhao, the head of the Four Masters of the Righteous Path, has always looked down on Lian Zijun at the end of the Four Masters, and the evil sect has naturally heard of this.

It can be said that Lian Zijun, whether in the righteous path or the evil faction, is the most outstanding junior demon genius, and his reputation is at the bottom.

Regarding Mo Lin's tone, Lian Zijun was not a little angry, nodded, and said, "It's right down there, Brother Mo Lin, please be merciful!"

The kings of the Righteous Path Alliance were stunned, and saying such things before they even started was almost equivalent to admitting defeat.

Even the elders of the family felt the king's gaze of the Sword Family and the Feiyun Sect, and they all lowered their heads slightly.

"He's really unreliable!" Jian Renhao said disdainfully.

While speaking, Jian Renhao glanced at Xuantian, if Lian Zijun was defeated, then the record of the righteous path was one win, two losses and one draw, and the evil faction was two wins, one loss and one draw, obviously the evil faction had the advantage.

In the fifth competition, even if Xuantian wins, it will only be a draw, and whether it is a defeat or a draw, it will be a defeat.

The situation is not good!

The four competitions ended quickly, Lian Zijun's strength was really inferior to Mo Lin, he fell behind from the first move, he showed his defeat at the beginning of the second move, and he struggled to support it at the beginning of the third move.

However, Lian Zijun held up a total of seven moves, until after ten moves, Lian Zijun shouted and admitted defeat!

There was no injury at all, so he shouted to admit defeat, and he was the first person.

The battle situation was exactly as Jian Renhao expected, the Righteous Path Alliance lost two games, one win and one draw, and the possibility of victory had been lost.

In the fifth game, there are only two results: defeat or a draw.

The sixth is presented, my outbreak is coming, brothers, do you have a monthly pass?