At this moment, a figure suddenly flew from the city of Nanming, and his aura flashed, and he did not hide his domineering momentum!

"Wanyue Lake, twenty-nine rounds of battle monk thunderstorm, fight!"

Swish!

A monk with a body as strong as an iron tower fell suddenly, and with a "bang", the whole ring seemed to tremble and moan. This person was wearing a black and silver battle armor, and his face was full of hideous color!

Seeing this battle armor clearly, Gui Wu was sure in his heart, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile again, "Thunder Armor...... The monks of the Lei Dao Sect actually lent out this treasure, and it seems that they don't want any accidents in the allocation of places!"

"Thunderstorm itself cultivation, maybe only twenty-nine rounds of battle qualifications, but with this thunderstorm armor, he stimulates the bloodline, and his strength soars in a short period of time, and even above me, it is enough to be comparable to a thirty-five rounds of battle monks!

Lu Jiao and the burly young man also exhaled lightly! They were all among the ten places, so they naturally didn't want to have an accident, and defeated Mo Yu with the help of a thunderstorm, which was indeed the best result for them!

"Foreign monk, you dare to come to my Nanming City to provoke, today, don't leave!"

With a cruel laugh, the thunderstorm roared violently, and his eyes were full of excitement! Now, with the Thunderstorm Armor in his hand, he would definitely be a blockbuster! As long as he defeated this cultivation, this armor, the sect master promised to help him ask the Thunder Dao Sect for it!

Die to you!

Outside the thunderstorm, the thunderstorm armor burst out with dazzling thunder in an instant, twisting and surging, releasing a breath of destruction! It seemed to this person that he had become a person from the ancient clan who controlled the thunder! Under the ring, he was shot down by an electric arc, and there was a "crackling" sound, and the mana of the layer of blessing and solid formation fluctuated like water ripples. From this, it is enough to see the horror of its attack!

Powerful!

An incomparably powerful induction haunted his heart! At this moment, Thunderstorm even felt that no one in the Great Venerable Realm was his opponent! Although this was delusional, it also showed that his strength was extremely strong!

As soon as he stepped on his footsteps, his figure "exhaled" and shot down with a punch! The rolling thunder light converged, making the power of this punch rise again, and a faint thunder bead phantom appeared! Releasing an extremely terrifying aura of destruction!

Mo Yu's eyes were cold!

With his mind, it is naturally not difficult to see that the strength that this person has displayed now is by no means comparable to that of a twenty-nine round battle monk! Since he is ranked here, then the problem lies in the armor that can release thunder outside this person...... Is it to prevent him from entering the thirtieth round and snatching the quota of Nanming City?

But just like this, I want to force him back, but I can't help it, I underestimate him too much! Exhaling and drinking, Mo Yu exuded his breath, and at this moment he soared violently, facing this thunderstorm, he stepped down in one step, and burst out with a fist!

Boom!

In the midst of the loud noise, the Thunder Bead Phantom trembled violently, and then collapsed and dissipated! At the same time, there was also a large amount of thunder power, which swept straight towards Mo Yu's body, and wherever he passed, the black robe shattered! A slight stinging pain came, but his flesh and blood were not damaged in any way!

In terms of physical strength alone, Mo Yu is comparable to the peak of the War Emperor, although this thunder is domineering, it can't hurt him!

The overwhelming force swept in, and the thunderstorm uncontrollable figure retreated one after another, and every step made the ring tremble, and his eyes widened in disbelief...... Moreover, the Destruction Thunder failed to inflict any injuries on this cultivation at all!

No way!

Thinking that the defeat was about to be taken away, the thunder armor was about to be taken away, and he let out a roar of unwillingness, and the figure that retreated was about to forcibly stop!

Boom!

The second bang!

The qi and blood shock in his body had not yet dissipated, and there was a strong force attacking, the thunderstorm could no longer bear it, his face turned red, and he spurted blood violently! But this blood, which had not left his body at all, was shattered by the entangled thunder and turned into a miserable blood mist!

This person stepped back and was directly blasted out of the ring by the strong force!

"No!"

The thunderstorm howled, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't stop!

Boom!

This man fell, smashed the ground out of a deep pit, and raged the power of the thunder, causing the splashed dirt to be scorched black in an instant!

"I'm unwilling!"

The thunderstorm roared, and his figure surged up, and with a flash of thunder, he was about to rush into the ring.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, he just glanced at him lightly, and said, "You have been defeated!"

Swish!

When the thunderstorm stopped, his body trembled slightly, and the thunder around him was even more surging and surging, obviously his inner emotions were intense!

In the middle of the night, this person roared, turned around and flew into Nanming City, and disappeared without a trace!

Falling into the ring is defeat, and if you go on the stage to fight again, you will violate the rules!

The consequence is only death!

This person does not dare to disobey, so he can only retreat!

Mo Yu turned around, looked at Nanming City, and said lightly: "Mo is here, challenge Nanming City, the thirtieth round of battle monks!"

Among the twenty-nine rounds of fighters, there are still a few people in Nanming City, but there is only one person in the thirty rounds, and there is only one person in the upper ranking! Because, they are the strongest in the entire Sixth Order of Nanming City, and they occupy the quota to go to Wushan!

If you beat this person, Mo Yu will be able to get a place!

......

On the top floor of the tallest tower in the city, several figures sat in the middle, looking in the direction of the city gate, their brows slightly furrowed.

At this moment, hearing the sound from afar, a middle-aged man with an indifferent face said slowly: "This son's cultivation is extremely strong, and he can't stop it if he breaks into thirty rounds." ”

"Using the Thunder Armor is already a last resort, if it is repeated again and again, even if it is stopped, my Nanming City will be disgraced!" The old man wearing a thunder striped Dao robe with a purple sword in his hair bun sighed helplessly, "Blue Moon Sect Master, since the thunderstorm has been defeated, there is no need to say much about the rest of the things, please return my sect's Storm Thunder Armor." ”

Wanyue Lake Sect Master Lan Yue, wearing a robe, his face was quite majestic, but between his eyebrows and eyes, he was full of evil aura at the moment, "Thunder Dao Sect Master doesn't need to urge, since I have been defeated, my Wanyue Lake will not be greedy for ink Your Sect's Storm Thunder Armor!" But right now, could it be that all Daoist friends have to watch it, and I Wanyue Lake will lose a place in Wushan?"

The indifferent middle-aged man glanced at him, "It's not willing, but it's powerless to interfere." ”

"Hmph, if the thirtieth round is your Purgatory Valley cultivator, can Daoist Lu Han still deal with it so indifferently?"

"What does Sect Master Lan mean?" As soon as this person frowned, he had an overwhelming ferocious aura, faintly penetrating the surface of indifference, making the air instantly viscous!

Lan Yue was not afraid, and sneered: "It's very simple, if you don't try to force this person back, this sect will temporarily borrow the treasure of the sect to seal the moon bead and hand it to Xianyue, so that before he faces this person, he will first challenge the end of the thirty-two rounds of slashing!"

The corners of the Purgatory Valley Lord's mouth showed hideousness, and he said slowly: "Very good! This Valley Lord will hand over the thirteen Earth Thorns to the end of the season, and you let this junior come to challenge and see who dies in the end!"

"You ......"

"Two fellow Daoists, let's stop their anger for the time being!" an old man in black clothes slowly spoke, this person was obviously quite majestic, whether it was Lan Yue or Lu Han, after a slight pause, they each restrained their breath and remained silent.

The old man nodded slightly, and turned his head to look, "Blue Moon Sect Master, you can also see the current situation clearly, if you are not willing to give up this place, then come up with a way to prevent this son from breaking into the thirty rounds!

Lan Yue groaned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "This sect really can't stop this cultivator from breaking into the thirty rounds, but the dead don't need a quota!"

"Sect Master Lan is afraid that he has forgotten that in the ring battle, no seventh-order or above cultivator will be allowed to intervene!, otherwise, my entire Nanming City will have to bear the wrath of all the powerful forces in the land of Chennan!" Lu Han sneered, "If you Wanyue Lake want to cause trouble, don't involve us and others!"

"What the Purgatory Valley Lord said is good!"

"It's not possible!"

"This sect disagrees!"

The black-robed old man frowned, revealing a little coldness.

Lan Yue didn't panic, he bowed his hands and said: "Fellow Daoists, don't worry, Lan Mou will not violate the rules of the ring because of a small loss! What I said is to ...... like this" After a while, he stopped talking and looked at the surrounding monks, "This is Lan's plan, if you don't fall for this cultivation, you will die!

The black-robed old man was silent for a moment and nodded slowly, "In this way, you can also give it a try." ”

The Purgatory Valley Lord snorted, but he didn't say anything against it.

Soon, the crowd had passed the matter.

Lan Yue waved her hand in a sneer, and a letter instantly condensed, roaring through the air and leaving!

......

Ring.

Mo Yu waited quietly, he had invited to fight, if this Wanyue Lake cultivator did not dare to make a move, he would be automatically defeated after a certain time limit, and at that time, he would also advance to the thirtieth round of the battle and get one of the places to go to Wushan!

Time flies, and at this moment......

Swish!

A shocking rainbow roared from Nanming City, and soon stopped in the ring, retracting the light, revealing one of the young monks with an ugly face! His eyes looked at it, and suddenly showed cold disgust, "In the Xianyue of the Lower Ten Thousand Moon Lake, I think I am not the opponent of the Daoist, and I admit defeat!"

"But with the strength of Daoyou, why do you need to come to my Nanming City to grab a quota! Now there are only nine monks in my city who can enter, and the city where Daoyou is located, but one more person can enter Wushan, this move is too inferior!"

His face was sad and indignant, and when he said that, his voice became higher and higher!

In the ring, many monks who had been shocked could hear the meaning of his words at this moment, and they all became silent! But when they looked at the black-robed figure on the stage, their eyes turned into anger and disgust!

"I said why I have never heard of this person's reputation, it turns out that it is a foreign cultivator!"

"Despicable! With such means, forcibly take away the opportunity to cultivate the Nanming City that originally belonged to me!"

"Why do you want to snatch my place in Nanming City, get out of the ring, get back to your own city!"

"Get down! Get down!"

I don't know who shouted first, and the surrounding area of the ring suddenly turned into an ocean of anger! The effect of the group made them forget the terrifying strength of the monks on the stage for a while, and they were full of anger and burst out in a frenzy! Even if the quota was not their share, it was from Nanming City after all, so what qualifications did outsiders have to snatch it? Thinking like this, the angry monks' voices became louder and louder!

Slowly, some monks walked out of the city, gathering more and more around the ring, and there was no end in sight! Many of them didn't even have a chance to get into the ring to grab their places! But they were also roaring!

"Get down!"

"Go back to your place and leave your spot!"

"Get out of here!"

Angry scolding waves are coming from all directions!

Mo Yu's brows furrowed, he looked at the Wanyue Lake Xianyue, although this person looked sad and angry, but the pride in his eyes did not hide from his eyes! If outsiders are not allowed to participate in the ring, it can be explained before, why wait until this time......

Is it another calculation? Come to think of it, it shouldn't be that simple.

I'll wait and see, what do you do?

Xianyue's heart suddenly felt cold, he glanced at Mo Yu with suspicion, and took a deep breath before suppressing the horror that he saw his eyes! Right now, things are as expected by the sect master, as long as he is guided, great things can be done! At that time, this cultivation death, the quota that belongs to him, can come back!

Thinking of this, this person's eyes welled up with hideousness, and he said loudly: "Fellow cultivators of Nanming City, please listen to me!"

"The rules of the ring are set by the peak monk of my human race, this person has already won a place, and we can't forcibly take it back! But the quota that belongs to my Nanming City is taken away like this, and we will be unwilling in the bottom of our hearts!"

"So, let me ask on behalf of you, foreign cultivators, do you dare to continue to challenge, as long as you can deter all my Nanming City battle cultivators, what about this quota with my Nanming City's hands?"

As soon as the crowd was silent, there were soon echoes in all corners!

"Alien cultivation, can you dare to continue to challenge?"

There are more and more sounds, and finally it is like rolling waves!

"Alien cultivation, can you dare to continue to challenge?"

"Alien cultivation, can you dare to continue to challenge?"

"Alien cultivation, can you dare to continue to challenge?"

......

The sound of stirring waves echoes endlessly in the space!

Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at Xianyue, he easily sensed the nervousness he pretended to be calm, and suddenly said: "If I refuse, I can also get a quota, and I will be extremely disappointed to think of you or the person behind you...... So, I agreed!"

His voice was not high, but at this moment, it clearly reached the ears of all the monks! Their faces were full of anger, and they all felt the monstrous anger hidden under this calm!

Originally, as long as Mo Yu entered the thirty rounds of the battle and got a place, he was ready to stop!

But now, since the cultivation of Nanming City forced him to continue to challenge, what ...... Just as you wish! He wants to see who can stop him from cultivating in Nanming City for more than 30 rounds of battles!

Swish!

Mo Yu turned around and said in a low voice: "Mo Mou is in the ring here, and anyone who fights more than thirty rounds in Nanming City can come to fight!"

"The first, who will come first?"

Under the ring, countless cultivators of Nanming City were silent in an instant, and then they exploded! They didn't expect that Mo Yu not only agreed, but dared to say such a thing directly, didn't he not see his cultivation in the ring of Nanming City at all!

"Arrogance!"

"Look for death!"

"Where is the strong man in my Nanming City who has more than thirty rounds of battles, quickly shoot and kill this person!"

The angry crowd was like an angry sea, wanting to engulf the black-robed figure in the ring! Facing this scene, Mo Yu's face was expressionless, and his expression was calm, but the chill in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier!