Praise and applause never favor losers. When Ji Yan withdrew gloomily, Purple Shadow bathed in it as a matter of course. Under the tidal wave of cheers, the girl was still so calm.

In the noise, when everyone was looking at the purple shadow. On the side of the ring, the red-clothed charming-eyed martial arts slowly walked out with a hint of evil smile, and immediately shared a lot of attention.

"It's finally out! When he first entered the cabinet, he was the only one who could scare away a lot of opponents with just one glance, and now there is something to see. ”

Someone leaned forward in anticipation.

Seeing this person, the little fat man couldn't help but be indignant: "This guy with pink eye, just by looking at it, he knows that he is not a good bird." ”

Looking straight ahead with an expressionless face, Purple Shadow slowly picked up the long sword in his hand. That indomitable determination turned into an invisible momentum, which moved the spectators.

Mo Di's eyebrows frowned slightly: "It's still as strong as ever." ”

Feeling this strength, he sneered in his heart: "I'm not a fool like Ji Yan, and I won't retreat without a fight." This kind of personality of yours is what is meant to be conquered. Hey! Let go of that boring apathy, you are destined to be mine. As he spoke, he licked his lips, his eyes reddening.

The coldness of the purple shadow has not changed due to the death technique. Since it's a competition, you have to use high and low strength. He held the sword on his back in his left hand, and held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and the silver light came out of the sheath with a soft sound. With grace, she took the lead in attacking.

"Come on, Sister Purple Shadow. Let me experience your charm for myself. ”

Looking at the graceful girl, the mourner said lightly, laughed and greeted her.

I have to admit that the strength of the art is indeed very strong. Purple Shadow's dreamy body seemed to have met his opponent, and the blade of the sword was over, but he couldn't fully capture the figure of the corpse.

"Although your body is extraordinary, in my eyes, it is like an ordinary person's movement, too slow."

The art of death calmly avoided a sword.

Purple Shadow didn't pay attention to his words, and still attacked at his own pace. The occasional missed attack will leave a long sword mark in the ring, which shows the terrifying power contained in its gentleness.

In the middle of the field, the art turned into a red blood light, constantly shuttling under the shadow of the silver sword. The screeching sound of collision from time to time is like a cat scratching.

The blood shadow is continuous, and in the blink of an eye, it is dozens of rounds. Even though the body of the corpse is ghostly, the purple shadow is as determined as iron and refuses to move. It's just that the tossing and turning sword shadow is more dense, as if he wants to force down the strangeness of the former.

Feeling the attack of the Purple Shadow, the Death Technique also shot out bursts of blood claws, and said with a wicked smile: "Sister Purple Shadow is really persistent, but it is all in vain for me. ”

As he spoke, his eyes changed. The already red eyes were instantly shattered, and the blood was magnificent, which made people shudder.

"It's coming! It's these terrible eyes. ”

Some people exclaimed.

As soon as he raised his head, he seemed to be able to clearly capture the movement of the purple shadow through the shadows in the sky. Looking straight ahead, the Dead Shu smiled coldly and said, "In order to show my appreciation for you, let me show you my true methods." ”

I saw that at the eye of the magic spell, the blood light suddenly beat like fire, and in an instant, a thick bloody aura spread, as if there was a bloodthirsty beast ready to move, which was terrifying.

Seeing this, the purple shadow was still as cold as frost. When Hao's wrist flew around, another sword qi accelerated and slashed, and the attack was extremely resolute.

"It's going to be a loss if you go on like this."

The little fat man frowned.

Bruce Lee touched his nose with some confusion. In his opinion, with the calmness and decisiveness that Purple Shadow had shown before, he did not look like an impulsive and reckless person.

Mo Di looked at Ziying quietly, and couldn't help but secretly say, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Blood Charm Cage!"

Say it's too late, then it's too fast. With a loud shout, the fierce aura of the corpse art, with a rolling wave of blood, shot out with his eyes.

In an instant, the shadow of the sword in the sky dissipated into nothingness. The erratic figure of the purple shadow gradually condensed.

Look at the purple shadow again. The original fierce offensive could no longer be carried out, and the entire body was suddenly surrounded by heavy blood shadows, and he was directly trapped.

"This guy has a strange look in his eyes. It seems to be mixed with some spiritual power, but it's not very pure..."

Seeing this scene, Bruce Lee couldn't help frowning, and secretly pondered in his heart. Now, he is taught by the elders and is quite sensitive to spiritual power. At this moment, the dynamism made him feel a little strange, but for a while, he couldn't say it.

"Hahahaha! Sister Purple Shadow, I think you should be caught. Otherwise, if I strike again, I will definitely be killed or injured. ”

Looking at the trapped purple shadow, the Dead Shu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Under the ring, Ji Yan looked at this scene in a daze, and his heart fluctuated. Under such a dense attack by Purple Shadow, he was beaten and powerless. However, the art of death easily implemented a countermeasure, and the gap made him quite frustrated.

Seeing the means of martyrdom, Hu Li, who was taught by Bruce Lee, couldn't help but palpitate: "Only when you have fought will you know how terrible this person is." Looking at this year's disciples, I'm afraid there are only two or three people who can fight with them! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Ren Ran and Mo Di with his residual eyes. At this moment, even Bruce Lee, who taught him twice, is still excluded.

However, when everyone was speculating about the direction of the game. In the blood prison, Ziying said three words coldly: "You try?" ”

Calm and fierce, Purple Shadow's attitude undoubtedly ruthlessly cut the face of the corpse, making him extremely displeased. The face that was still a little smiling suddenly became gloomy: "Toast and don't eat and drink, I'll try it for you." ”

I saw that his hands were suddenly clenched, and the blood prison began to surge violently. Like boiling water, hot magma, mixed with a bone-piercing evil qi, it launched a fierce invasion on the purple shadow in it.

Feeling the power of the bloody blood, Purple Shadow did not panic. With a single sword facing the sky, a stream of dark purple sword qi instantly wrapped people with swords, making it difficult to enter the surging blood prison.

"Hmph, you think it's safe to block my bloody cage? I'm going to let you know..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the originally calm ring shook violently.

The sudden change made him frown, and he was about to make a move, but there was a chill down his spine.

On the viewing platform, the Lord of the Holy Spirit Pavilion stroked his white beard lightly, once again revealing a look of appreciation, which made the expression of the Lord of the Xuan Pavilion on the side a little unnatural. Seeing this, the Lord of the West Pavilion was overjoyed, but he didn't do much stimulation, and looked at his proud protégé with satisfaction.

It turned out that at the foot of the Dead Arts, the sword qi of the purple shadow that seemed to be messy and unsuccessful before, at some point, actually formed a regular pattern on the ring.

"Purple Shadow Sword Formation, get up!"

At the right time, the cold voice also quietly sounded.

"Awesome."

Seeing this, Bruce Lee praised.

At this time, Mo Di's unsmiling face finally hooked up an upward arc. Even Ren Ran, who was on the side, showed a look of surprise and couldn't help nodding again and again.

This is also what everyone thinks in their hearts. I thought that the situation of being passively beaten was reversed again, and the spectators were nervous and addicted.

However, as an opponent's death, he felt threatened. Because this close sword array came without warning, the attack that had been brewing had to be turned into defense to make up for his carelessness.

The situation on the field is changing rapidly. The purple shadow was still resisting the erosion of the blood prison, but the purple intent around it seemed to be an introduction, resonating with the purple sword array.

In the blink of an eye, the sword marks on the ground glowed with purple glow. In the limited space, the wind is raging, sharp as a knife. In mid-air, phantom shadows appeared out of thin air, and finally condensed into eighteen purple long swords, swirling around the Death Technique.

It wasn't until this moment that it dawned on everyone. It turned out that the sword blade swung out by Purple Shadow was more of a feint. The purpose is to contain the art of death while misleading its judgment and laying the groundwork for this sudden counterattack.

It turns out that Purple Shadow's combat IQ is indeed very high. Caught off guard, the mortem reversed and became a passive party.

The blood prison trapped Purple Shadow's movements, but it couldn't cut off her control of the Purple Shadow Sword Array. As soon as his mind moved, he saw that the eighteen purple swords began to arrange and combine under the surprised gaze of everyone, forming a heavy killing spell and heading towards the Death Technique.

Looking vigilantly at the purple sword that moved like a swimming dragon, the Dead Shu snorted coldly: "I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. In that case, I'd like to see what you can do with me. ”

"Purple Eighteen Sword Formation, Demon Suppression!"

A crisp voice wafted from the blood prison. Ziying didn't care about his reaction at all, and took care of himself with a large purple flower, and the blood prison was deformed.

At the same time, the situation in the originally soft sword array changed abruptly. Eighteen purple swords connected end to end, turned into a purple dragon, and tore directly towards the Death Technique.

In place, the eyes of the mourners seemed to drip blood. The crimson charm stared at the purple shadow, trying to make eye contact with it. However, to his disappointment, Purple Shadow did not intend to look at him at all, and his gaze seemed to drift into the distance as he froze ahead.

But that didn't affect her manipulation of the sword formation. The purple shadow turned into a thought, using the sword as a guide, using the mind to turn into a dragon, using the eighteen flying swords to derive all kinds of changes, stirring up the wind and clouds, and began to frantically tear the defense of the martial arts.

Snorted. Feeling the threat brought by the "Purple Dragon", the corpse gritted his teeth violently, and his eyes suddenly left two lines of blood and tears. It looks terrifying. At this moment, the magic under the "purple dragon" showed a weird smile: "Hey... If you pushed me to this point, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Under the anger of "Zilong", the clothes of the corpse were broken in many places, and there were also blood marks on his body, but he laughed even more arrogantly because of this. In the wind, the long hair has long been scattered, accompanied by blood and tears on the face, it is really evil.

In mid-air, the "Purple Dragon" turned around again, and it was about to explode into a devastating blow. At the same time, a bloody aura far beyond the previous one suddenly appeared. Looking at the martyrdom again, his whole person was suddenly wrapped in a blood cell, which was difficult to see to the naked eye. Then a shrill roar rang out. Outside the blood cell, a phantom lead instantly locked the gaze of the spectators.

It was a crimson monster with nine eyes, no face, no neck, and no hair. Under the nine horizontal and vertical blood eyes, a huge bloody mouth is at the root of the ear, and between the opening and closing, there is a sticky thing.

Seeing this thing, on the viewing platform, the pavilion masters also showed different colors. Ye Yuan, the master of the West Pavilion, glanced at Xuan Ji and said angrily: "He turned out to be a member of the Red Blood Mei Clan, I am afraid it would be unfair to fight like this, right?" ”

In this regard, the Xuan Pavilion Lord was unimpressed, and said with a smile: "This is the innate ability of their clan, do you want them to tie their hands and feet and let others slaughter them?" ”

At the right time, Tianfu interrupted their conversation and said slowly: "Senior Brother Xuanji is right, this is one of his abilities after all. ”