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The little lord of the fire phoenix frowned in the formation, and it seemed that he was under a lot of pressure. The fiery phoenix image of her body, with raging flames, moved around her body.

Every unjust soul that rushed in front of him would be burned by the raging fire. But if one is not burned, another will be filled, and a hundred unjust souls seem to be inexhaustible and burned.

In this big array of crying and wailing, after a long time, no matter how high Ren Xiuwei is, he will be upset and difficult to control himself.

At this time, a glimmer of light flashed in Fei Mo's gray eyes, as if he was holding the victory. A pair of thin ghost claws slapped the Qingming coffin lying on the ground.

The lid of the Qingming coffin slid to the side with a "bang", and an eerie cold air wafted out.

"Papapapa......" Countless pairs of corpse arms with corpse spots and half-rotted corpses instantly filled the edge of the entire Qingming coffin.

In the black coffin of Qingming, it seems to be connected to the abyss of hell, and it is bottomless. I saw evil corpses crawling out of it, some crawling on the ground, black blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, and some floating in the air like marionettes, wailing to themselves.

The audience was silent, and in the cry of the corpses, the psychological defense line almost collapsed.

Even Chen Mo in the audience began to sweat for the little master of the fire phoenix in the field, after all, this face is not much more reckless than the dead city, and it is eerie.

Suddenly, dozens of evil corpses in the ring, under the control of Fei Mo Chaoyang, let out a wail, and the erratic souls around them, attacked the little master of the fire phoenix in the array.

Fei Mo smiled coldly, this was the limit of his control, and it was the result of his years of cultivation. In this environment, even the highest level of the Heavenly Rank would have to die for a lifetime. The little girl in front of her definitely can't last ten breaths, but it's a pity that she can't kill it at this moment and train it into a corpse slave.

Otherwise, it is so lovely to have one. Cultivated as such a high corpse slave...... Tsk, it's exciting to think about. It's just that there are those Sacred Domain Emperors present, and they can't do it themselves, which is a pity. Fei Mo Mingyang not only smiled, shook his head and sighed.

"Bastard!" The little lord of the fire phoenix has long been annoyed by these inexhaustible and burning souls, and he has seen so many demon corpses attacking. The heart is getting more and more irritable.

Annoyed and angry, the little lord of the fire phoenix, stepped down with his lotus feet, and the two fire essence Xuangang in his hands were injected into the ground at the same time. I saw several dense flame lines, covering a distance of ten zhang in a radius.

"Feng Yin Flame!"

The little master of the fire phoenix made a move, and a long flame pillar with a radius of ten zhang erupted, accompanied by a burst of phoenix groans. A giant firebird phantom. Soaring into the sky from the ten-zhang pillar of flames.

The raging flames set off a blazing hot wind, surging towards the surroundings like a scorching wave. In just a moment, the previous gloomy chill in the field was swept away.

The scorching temperature seemed to burn even the air. Many of the disciples watching the audience couldn't even stand the scorching heat, and they all used their skills to support the protective Xuangang.

Chen Mo and Xiao Ba were stunned in this scorching heat wave. This little girl is so terrifying, this is a volcanic eruption? I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, but fortunately, my brother was witty and ran fast.

And the unjust souls and demon corpses that had previously attacked the little lord of the fire phoenix were instantly engulfed by this violent pillar of flames and burned into flying ashes.

Fei Mo Mingyang's shocked heart beat like a drum, and such a huge explosive force made him panic.

When he came to his senses, he found that the unjust souls and demon corpses he had refined had been completely destroyed, and he was distressed and bleeding. I just wanted to wait for an opportunity to take revenge, but the flame pillar in front of me dispersed, and there was no figure of the little master of the fire phoenix.

Something is wrong! When Fei Mo Mingyang realized it, he just turned his head, and it was the scorching fist of the Fire Phoenix Little Lord that came in front of him.

"Uhh......h

I saw that Fei Mo mixed his thin body, which had just been knocked away, and he had not yet landed. The little master of the fire phoenix turned weird and agile and came to him.

The little master of the fire phoenix reflexively kicked him, and a fire phoenix phantom turned into a foot knife and kicked heavily on Fei Mo Chaoyang's body.

Fei Mo Mingyang's robe burned instantly, and before he could moan, he fell under the ring like a meteor.

The movement was fast for only two breaths, and it was only then that a miserable wail came from the audience.

"Crooked and heretical, this girl will destroy your broken coffin today!" said the little master of the fire phoenix, and slapped the Qingming coffin with both palms, and it was another flame that soared to the sky, rising from the ground.

In the flames, the Qingming coffin burned brightly, and the remaining unjust souls and demon corpses wailed and turned into a pool of dirty blood as if they had lost their host and strength, and the unjust souls dissipated.

"Fire Phoenix Little Lord wins!" the referee's announcement was high-pitched and powerful, and a cheer broke out from the audience.

The three Sacred Domain Sect Masters on the rostrum congratulated the Fire Phoenix Ancestor one after another, and the Fire Phoenix Ancestor responded with a humble smile, his granddaughter was extremely talented, and it really added a lot of glory to him as an old man.

Chen Mo hugged Xiaoba and Yuan Haocang and looked at each other, peeking at her with the eye of the sky that night, and was really lucky not to be beaten to death.

Chen Mo coughed, breaking the embarrassment between the two.

"Xiaoqiang, watch your boss avenge you. Chen Mo said that he had an awe-inspiring temperament, like a hero, generous and heroic.

"Boss......" Zhou Mingxuan was so moved that he was about to cry, such a boss, what could the younger brother ask for? He immediately took out a storage ring and quietly handed it to Chen Mo......

"Brother Chen, thanks to you, your kindness of Danjiu, I Yan is really difficult to repay. Yan Powu stretched out his hand to stop Chen Mo, who was about to enter the ring, and said with a sincere face: "That despicable person, let me Yan do it for you." ”

"He has the ......strength of a Heaven Rank High Rank," Chen Mo said with a little worry.

"Hmph, it's just a despicable person, what can a high-level do?" Yan Powu said disdainfully: "I'll let Brother Chen see the true power of my ghost devourer later!"

For so many years, Yan Powu had long complained that if he had the same resources as these core disciples, he would have rushed to the high level of the Heavenly Order.

Otherwise, how could he have been stuck in the middle of the Heavenly Rank for three years? Liang Xiao, who fought with him three years ago, has now broken through to the upper level of the Heavenly Rank, how can he be embarrassed?

"Okay! I'll wait and see!" Chen Mo said and handed Yan Powu a pot of wine, he didn't think that Yan Powu still had hole cards, and he really wanted to take a good look.

Yan Powu took the wine jug, raised his head and finished pouring it, and threw it behind him.

With the help of wine, he stepped into the ring, and the killing intent in his eyes was monstrous.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Yan Powu is here, he wants to challenge Ouyang Tuo, do you want to buy it?"

"Buy, buy, buy!"

In Qinghua City, in the gambling house, the man and Lao Zhang were beaten by a group of people and thrown aside, and the seats were naturally gone. But the two of them were strong-willed and unrelenting, and they were still crowded on the front line, staring closely at the Qianyuan Tianmu that was reflecting the image.

At this time, Yan Powu played against Ouyang Tuo in the gambling house, and the odds were that Yan Powu won one to three, and Ouyang Tuo won four to one.

Although Ouyang Tuo had lost an upset before, he immediately regained his momentum in the young master of the Holy Ming Sect.

Although this Yan Powu is brave, compared to the sect master's personal disciple of the orthodox holy domain, it is still a little worse in the eyes of everyone. After all, when fighting against Lingwei Fairy, the gap is still obvious.

In the ring, Yan Powu and Ouyang Tuo stood looking at each other, the noon sun poured down, and the wind between the two was dashing.

"Hmph, do you think that just by virtue of your cultivation in the middle of the Heavenly Rank, you can win me?" Ouyang Tuo said first, facing Zhou Mingxuan. The overwhelming victory restored a lot of self-confidence and pride. But as soon as this statement came out, I always felt a little strange in my heart, as if I had said it once before.

"That's all I can do. If I can't win against you, I'll throw in the towel. Yan Powu looked at his demon sword and ghost devouring, and said softly but clearly: "Do you dare to take it?"

"Why don't you dare?" Ouyang Tuo rolled his eyes, this wandering swordsman had been beaten like that ghost before, and he dared to say such forgetful words at this moment, where did he get his confidence?

"Good. ”

The move that Yan Powu realized was the strongest blow in the purgatory sword intent. But because he has not yet digested all the sword intent, coupled with his lack of strength, it is difficult to control himself once he uses it, and it will take some time to liberate the sword intent.

With this blow, he once slashed through a tsunami and saved a small fishing village by the boundless sea, from which his name as a wavebreaker comes from.

This move gambled on the honor of his own swordsman. Yan Powu stopped talking, pulled his steps slightly, lowered his head to support the knife, and finally his left hand stayed on the blade of the knife, hanging on his waist.

With Yan Powu's caresse, the long knife trembled slightly, buzzing, and wisps of silver-gray mist slowly flowed out from the knife body.

This is not some Xuangang, nor is it a murderous aura and sword intent, but the dead qi accumulated over thousands of years of killing living beings.

The dead qi on the long knife became heavier and heavier, and the Xuangang that attached Yan Powu to the blade was tightly wrapped, and the silver-gray mist swirled around like water. The air around them began to tremble and buzz slightly, as if there was a monster in the knife that was about to roar out.

I don't know when the hustle and bustle of the surrounding audience will gradually stop, and time seems to stop flowing.

For a moment, there was silence.

Ouyang Tuo felt weird, and after shaking his mind, he looked at Yan Powu again, and there was no trace of Yan Powu in front of him.

Ouyang Tuo secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly gathered Xuangang.

"Shengshi Lianhua!"

Pieces of lotus petals, composed of pale cyan Xuangang, began to gradually close from the bottom to the top.

And at this moment, a gray figure suddenly flashed in front of him from the side.

"Purgatory Sword, Infernal Purgatory!"

Yan Powu attacked in front of him, and his fierce eyes were like Shura ghosts. The cold hairs on Ouyang Tuo's back stood on end, and before he could react, he felt that the shadow of the knife flashed in front of him, and Yan Powu's long knife had already slashed from the bottom up, slashing through with one sword, so fast that it seemed to be cut off together with this time.

In an instant, there was silence all around, only Yan Powu's knife was still screaming in the air.

...... (To be continued......)