Man Jiangyue felt the slightest tingling sensation in his hands, looked at Zhang Qiang's fearless expression and said with a smile: "The disciple of Manniu Peak is really extraordinary! First there was a Jiang Chengzi, and now there is another Zhang Qiang, amazing, really powerful!"

After Zhang Qiang's strength broke through significantly, his body refining cultivation had reached the peak of the Tenglong Realm, which could be said to be on par with Man Jiangyue.

Man Jiangyue was originally on the same level as Rouhu's strength, but since Rouhu exchanged some body refining experience with him, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and now it's good, even his disciples are better than him!

"Forget it! Although I have itchy hands and want to fight with you, but the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is the most important thing for you, and I won't destroy it! I'm here to find Rouhu, you continue!" Man Jiangyue glanced at Mu Qianxun, and swaggered around to leave.

Speaking of which, it was very undeserving for him to come to Daoyan Holy Land to make trouble like this, but the Nine Dragons Holy Land behind him was a strength that Mu Qianxun was extremely afraid of, so he was very confident that Mu Qianxun would not stop him.

"Zhang Qiang, he was disrespectful to Sister Qing, I can't stop fighting!" Xiao Qian said with a frown.

"You've already decided?" Since the trip to the Magic Mountain, Zhang Qiang has known that Xiaoqian has a resolute personality and will not change the decision he makes, so he asked.

Xiao Qian didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously, Zhang Qiang sighed: "Well, the last blow, no matter whether you win or lose, it's over!"

Jia He took advantage of the interval to breathe, and sneered when he heard this: "Zhang Qiang, I want to congratulate you!" After a pause, he said, "You made the stupidest decision in your life!"

Zhang Qiang snorted: "Jia He, in the past, you were attached to the Blood Gate, but now when you are facing the enemy, you rely on the scrap copper and rotten iron in your hands. Do you know why?"

His eyes burned when he stared at Jia He and felt uncomfortable before he continued: "Because you have never had the confidence to beat me! I'll never be my opponent!"

Jia He's face sank. There was a sinister look in his eyes. Stretched out his hand and squinted his eyes and said, "Remember what you said! If it weren't for Zhao Cheng's waste, you don't know how many times you would have died!"

"These words, save them underground to talk to your allies!" Zhang Qiang sneered, brushed his sleeves down, and added: "Remember clearly, there is only one blow!"

He also saw that the magic sword was weird, but he knew that it was not a big problem for Xiao Qian to resist a blow. That's why I agreed.

Mu Qianxun on the stage seemed to be extremely happy since Rouhu left, and he didn't care about the changes on the stage, and at this time he put down a chess game, and actually played with his left hand and right hand.

"Elder Hu, preside over the ceremony well!" Mu Qianxun didn't look at Elder Hu, and spoke extremely casually, as if he was commanding the servants on the peak.

Hu Lao was also sweating, and someone at the dragon sacrifice ceremony made trouble and he should have stopped it, but whether it was Jiang Chengzi, Tianjizi, Man Jiangyue or Zhang Qiang, it was not something he could stop. That's why we waited and saw what happened.

What surprised him was that Mu Qianxun seemed to have changed his temper today, and he didn't say anything angry. On the contrary, his expression was relaxed and natural, and there was no sign of seizures.

"Some people say that a person who plays chess must predict at least three moves in advance, who can know what move I will move next?" Mu Qianxun muttered to himself, and three sunspots were placed in his left hand one after another.

"Only sunspots?" Zhang Qiang frowned, and at a glance, he found that Mu Qianxun's chessboard was full of sunspots, and he couldn't help but wonder.

At this time, Mu Qianxun smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and also posed three sunspots, and continued: "Everyone thinks that the right hand is the enemy of the left hand, and the white son can match the sunspot, but I Mu Qianxun doesn't believe it!"

Everyone was attracted by Mu Qianxun, but there was one exception, that is, Xiao Qian.

He only had Jia He's disrespectful remarks about Wan Huaiqing in his heart, and instead of being angry, he was delayed by Jiang Chengzi and others, but became even more angry.

"Whether you are Jia He or Jia Siqiang, I want you to roll off the stage!" Xiao Qian clenched his fists, and the mist of his head rose, and then his hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If the sideburns and hair tips turn gray at the beginning, at this moment, it starts from the roots and quickly spreads to the ends of the hair.

"What's the matter? What kind of exercise is he using, it seems that the whole person's spirit is burning!" someone asked in surprise.

Jia He gently stroked the magic sword in his hand and sneered: "Even if you squeeze all your strength out, you won't be able to block the blow of the magic sword!

Xiao Qian's gray hair grew, and Wan Huaiqing said with a anxious face: "Xiao Qian, what are you doing?" Forget it, stop fighting!"

Zhang Qiaobi frowned and said, "I'm really careless! Xiao Qian is using the blood-burning magic power, I didn't even find out!"

"Is this the method of burning blood?" Zhang Qiang heard a few of them mention this method of returning to the Dragon Sect, looked at the white-haired little money and said, "What are the consequences of the method of burning blood?"

"If you use a trace of potential, the panacea can still be cured, but it is as ...... as a small money" Wan Huaiqing sobbed and couldn't continue, Zhang Qiaobi said:

"If he overdraws his potential like this, the whole person will be wasted! The most terrible thing is that his vitality will fade, and people will age rapidly......"

Zhang Qiang said: "Is there no way to treat it?"

"No!" Wan Huaiqing shook his head, then pulled Zhang Qiang's arm and said, "You are so strong, go and save Xiaoqian!"

Zhang Qiaobi sighed: "It's too late!Sister Qing, don't you see that Xiao Qian has pushed the blood-burning supernatural power to the extreme?"

"Why, why did Xiao Qian do this!" Wan Huaiqing burst into tears, pulled Zhang Qiang and asked, "Tell me, what is he trying to do?"

Zhang Qiang shook his head and said, "I don't know!" thought to himself: "His dantian was injured, could it be that the Dao Foundation was damaged and there was no hope of advancement, so he wanted to exert the last light?"

Xiao Qian is still younger than Zhang Qiang and others, but at this moment, he is gray-haired, indescribably lonely and lonely, and then the demonic energy on his body disappears, exuding a dazzling white glow.

Mu Qianxun, who was originally watching the chess game, raised his head at some point, showing a look of surprise, and then took out a astrolabe with his left hand, and swished with his right hand, drawing some strange star symbols.

The symbols were illuminated by the stars, constantly twisting and changing, as if to reveal some secret.

But at this moment, there was a bang, and the astrolabe in Mu Qianxun's hand shattered for some reason......

Mu Qianxun raised his head and shouted, "Since you are here, why don't you show up?"

Everyone looked at the sky suspiciously, at this moment, the white clouds and blue sky are endless, where is there anyone in the sky?

Those disciples were full of pity in their hearts, but they didn't dare to open their mouths to discuss, thinking to themselves: "Why is Mu Qianxun so out of shape, isn't there really some master who is going to show up? But how many people in the world can make Mu Qianxun nervous? Could it be that the envoy of the Dragon Clan will reappear?"

"You come out...... You come out!" Mu Qianxun shouted a few times at the sky, and walked away fiercely and quickly, seeing that direction seemed to be returning to the Seven Star Peak.

At this time, the two peak masters of the eighteen peaks of Tianyan left, leaving only the other sixteen peak masters, among which the Iron Flame Peak Lord of the eighteenth peak had a very dark body and a dark red face.

Because the color resembles a flame, his nickname is "Iron Flame", and it is precisely because of his good strength and arrogant personality that this eighteenth peak is "Iron Flame Peak".

Tie Yan shrugged his eyebrows, nodded at Jia He and said, "The Acting Holy Lord has already said, if there are any treasures and magical powers, just use them!"

Jia He changed color and was happy, opened his mouth and spurted blood on the magic sword, only to see the magic sword buzzing and trembling, and then the black light was released, and the breath shrouded the small money.

"It's a good time!" Xiao Qian stood up with a bang, raised his arms towards the sky, and a pillar of light fell from the sky, instantly submerging into his arms.

The two of them are white and black, they are really like chess pieces on a chessboard, and when black and white are handed over, they seem majestic but silent.

"Stupid!" Jia He was full of confidence, the magic sword in his hand was obtained in exchange for a demon oath to the demon lord, and the power was not much weaker than the demon weapon.

For the sake of this treasure, he even sold his soul, which shows the extraordinary nature of this treasure!

"Let you die!" "With the sword in both hands, the sword was swung out, and the black light flashed, as if the whole sky had turned black.

Xiao Qian was fearless, his body jumped out, and he rushed towards Jia He with wireless light.

"Slash!" Jia He smiled cruelly, and finally slashed out with all his strength when he was sure that Xiao Qian was in a dilemma in mid-air.

With this sword, everyone on and off the stage raised their throats, and a few of them shook their heads and sighed when they hid their strength, knowing that they couldn't compete for the top few places if they were opportunistic!

There was a crisp click, and only a black mist was left on the stage, and the white light of Xiao Qian seemed to have been completely annihilated.

"Is he dead?" a female disciple's chest rose and fell, as if she couldn't bear to let a little money fall like this.

"Alas, if you dare to use your life to play such a trick, I am convinced! He is dead, and I, Huang San'er, will always remember this person!"

"Yes, this kind of courage, this kind of courage, there are not many people in the cultivation world! He used to cast his demonic energy, and he really looked like a demon god from the underworld!" One thin man seemed to be reminiscing about the impression left on him before Xiao Qian, and the other person said: "Yes, when he urged the exercises, there was a fluorescence on his fingers, and if you want me to see it, let's give him a code name: 'Nether Ghost Hand', how about it?"

"Nether ghost hand Qian Xiaoqian?Yes, this title is only qualified for him!" A bearded man looked at him and said, "Although Qian Xiaoqian is dead, he is still glorious!"

Some female disciples felt that their eyes were moist, and the men didn't understand why Xiao Qian gave up his life, but they were people with a heart, Xiao Qian's sentence "You are disrespectful to Sister Qing, I want you to get off the stage!" seemed to be engraved in their hearts, lingering.

Some women looked at Wan Huaiqing enviously, thinking that if a man is willing to do this for himself, what does it matter if he dies?

Wan Huaiqing saw that some female disciples had strange eyes, and before she could think about it, she shouted loudly: "Little money, little money......"

"What's the use of screaming? With a blow from my magic sword, is it possible for him to live?" Seeing that the fog dispersed, Jia He appeared with a small sword in his hand, looked at Zhang Qiang and said: "I said that you will regret your wrong decision for the rest of your life, Qian Xiaoqian is just the first!" (To be continued......)