On the ground next to the competition platform, Xiumei gritted her teeth and stood up.

She was clutching her right shoulder, which had a deep wound and was dripping blood.

But at this moment, the ash qi on her body was concentrated in the wound and forcibly stopped the bleeding.

Xiumei stared at Murong Jian on the competition platform, her eyes full of killing intent.

I have to say, she was careless just now.

But she can still fight!

With her strength, she will definitely be able to kill Murong Jian!

Xiumei gritted her teeth and wanted to go on stage.

"The sixth game of the second round, the second small game, Murong Sword of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion wins!"

At this time, the referee's voice resounded throughout the Shenwu platform.

According to the regulations of the 100 Sect Competition, as long as you land outside the competition platform, you can be judged to lose.

Although Xiumei still has the strength to spare, because it has already fallen on the ground outside the competition platform, this competition is considered a loss.

Hearing this result, Xiumei's heart jumped, and she looked into the distance, the venue of the Ziyan Palace.

She knew that the palace master Jiang Dao had already arrived.

Her carelessness led to failure...... Severe punishment is bound to be meted out.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

At this time, applause was already ringing in the audience.

Xiumei's previous cruelty made most of the people present feel disgusted.

Now seeing her defeated, she is naturally happy.

Murong Jian inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, turned around and stepped off the stage, and returned to the venue of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion.

......

"This Murong Jian ...... The strength is good. In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian's back, his eyes moving slightly.

Judging from the breath, Murong Jian has already cultivated from the middle to late stages of the God Transformation Period.

On Xiumei's side, Xiuwei can't see the depth.

For a while, I felt that I was in the stage of transformation, and for a while I returned to the infant stage.

But in any case, Xiumei was obviously one of the core disciples of Ziyan Palace more than two thousand years ago.

At almost the same level of cultivation, it would be extremely difficult for a young monk of the present generation to defeat an old monster who had cultivated more than two thousand years ago.

Especially this old monster, there are strange blessings on his body.

In addition, the so-called dragon slaying sword technique that Murong Jian performed also made Fang Yu very interested.

Slaying the Dragon Pavilion, Slaying the Dragon Sword Technique...... Does this sect have an enmity with the dragon?

Of course, a contemporary sect, Fang Yu would not care too much about this name.

Dragons are legends.

In the long history of Yanxia, I don't know how many dragon-related sects or spells have appeared.

For example, the ancient dragon in Jiangnan practiced dragon-related techniques. However, in reality, it only blurred into the form of a dragon, and there were no other elements related to dragons.

The reason why these sects and spells add a dragon to their names is just to appear more high-end.

"The more I live, the more I go back...... Even a contemporary Tianjiao can't win. Fang Yu looked at the few people in the Purple Flame Palace in front of him, and a sneering and cold smile appeared on his face.

......

"Palace Master, please give me another chance......" Xiumei walked back to the venue, knelt down on one knee directly, and bowed her head and said.

Ejima stood in place, his gray eyes in the middle of his eyes, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

He ignored Xiumei, but looked at Zhenyun on the side and said, "The second scene, up." ”

"Understood, Palace Master. Zhenyun immediately bowed his head and replied.

Xiumei still knelt in place, not daring to speak.

Ejima raised his head, glanced at the audience in front of him, and ignored Xiumei.

There were more people than he had imagined.

But he knew that the man ...... It's bound to be here today.

Most likely, they are already in this group by now.

"Don't come out yet, do you want to watch us step by step to the top?" Jiang Dao sneered in his heart, "It's okay, wait until that time to kill it, and let it become the last stepping stone for the revival of Ziyan Palace, this is the most perfect plot." ”

......

The second game started soon.

On the side of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, it is still Murong Jian who appears.

And on the side of Ziyan Palace, it has finally been replaced.

Zhenyun came to power.

The audience around them all turned their eyes to Zhenyun.

Before the first round, no one had heard of the Purple Flame Palace, and only regarded it as an ordinary emerging sect.

But after the first round and the first small performance of the second round, Ziyan Palace has managed to become the focus of the whole court.

Even a few major sects from the Northern Capital do not have such a high degree of attention.

"Finally sent a male disciple...... This man looks ...... It doesn't seem to be very strong. ”

"The figure is thin, and his temperament has been completely overwhelmed by Murong Jian. ”

"The Dragon Slaying Pavilion should have won two games in a row and entered the top twenty-five. ”

Most of the audience were shocked by Murong Jian's performance in the last game.

This is the second demon on the heavenly list!

Sects from other regions, even if there are amazing people in the disciples, they can't compete with these truly top-level geniuses!

Zhenyun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian in front of him, his eyes were as cold as a blade, full of murderous aura.

Feeling this murderous aura, Murong Jian frowned slightly.

In the last game, he could choose to slash at Xiumei's head with a sword, but he didn't do it because he didn't want to do it so badly.

But the earthquake cloud in front of him didn't seem to appreciate it, and even burst out with a more direct killing intent.

Case......

Murong Jian directly pulled the long sword out of its scabbard and pointed it directly at Zhenyun.

The bell of the war has not yet sounded, but the competition platform is already tense!

"Bell ......"

After three seconds, the bell rang!

"Whoosh!"

Both sides moved at the same time!

This time, neither side introduced themselves!

Murong Jian held the sword in both hands, and his figure was like a ghost, appearing beside Zhenyun, and slashed out with a sword!

A slender chain appeared in Zhenyun's hand, straightened it, and blocked it in front of him.

"Poof!"

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the chain shook.

Murong Jian only felt a huge force coming back, and the long sword was raised violently, and it was difficult to control it for a while!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhenyun's left palm slammed into Murong Jian's chest!

"Sword Qi Protector!"

As soon as Murong Sword thought about it, a faint shield condensed in front of him.

Zhenyun squinted slightly, and as his right palm moved forward, a purple flame suddenly rose!

Purple Flame Palm!

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu's eyes in the audience suddenly turned cold.

This is the most representative technique of the Purple Flame Palace!

On the competition platform, Murong Jian felt the power of this palm, but it was too late to dodge.

In the next second, Zhenyun's right palm had already slammed into the shield.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the sword qi that condensed the shield seemed to have become flammable, and it was actually ignited by the purple flame of Zhenyun's right palm!

"Wow!"

In an instant, the purple flame burned into a large piece and rushed towards the Murong Sword in front of him!

Murong Jian's face changed, he took a step back, held the long sword in both hands, and slashed forward!

"First form, slay the dragon!"

"Boom!"

A sword qi slashed towards the purple flame in front of him.

Murong Jian wanted to use this slash to disperse these purple flames!

The sword qi burst out, and the purple flame in front of him was indeed broken.

But in an instant, it closed again, and the fire was stronger!

Murong Jian's heart was shocked, and he immediately ran his spell, wanting to distance himself from this purple flame.

But at this time, he found that his feet were caught by something!

When he looked down, he saw two hands formed by the condensation of gray qi, reaching out from the ground, gripping his feet tightly, making him unable to move!

At this moment, the scorching breath is rushing towards you!

A large wave of purple fire is about to drown him!

Murong Jian was horrified in his heart, and tried his best to break free of the hands under his feet, but he couldn't!

He directly raised his long sword and plunged it into his lower hands!

The blade of the sword pierced directly through the gray qi and stabbed it on the ground, causing no damage to the hand where the gray qi was condensed.

But the strength of these hands is real, so that Murong Jian's feet can't even move!

What's going on!?

Murong Jian was completely panicked.

Facing the purple flames that rushed in, his mind went blank.

"Jian'er, get out of the way!"

"Senior Brother Murong ......"

"Senior Brother......

Offstage, the faces of everyone in the Dragon Slaying Pavilion changed drastically, and they shouted in unison.

But Murong Jian had no time to care about these voices, and he couldn't move!

Seeing that the purple flame was about to pounce on Murong Jian's body.

"Hoo ......"

At the last moment, a strong wind suddenly appeared in the air.

The strong wind instantly blew away the purple flames in the sky.

Murong Jian froze in place, unable to react for a while.

"If you don't want to die, just admit defeat. Otherwise, these purple flames will condense again, and I won't save them a second time. ”

At this moment, an indifferent and calm voice sounded in Murong Jian's ears.

Murong Jian was shocked and immediately came to his senses.