When all the candidates heard this, they were all dumbfounded, and an incredible look was written on their faces.

Everyone knows that he was born in Ouyang Mansion, he is the son of Wuzai Ouyang Lie, a little-known young master, his reputation is not as good as the reputation of his elder brothers before he won the Wen Zhuangyuan, and no one even knows that there is Ouyang Lie and a son like him.

But now that he has become famous, everyone has noticed him, but they don't know his background.

Meng Wuxian's words seem to expose the wounds he doesn't want to be mentioned to the sun.

"Dream Warrior, today you must die, you have committed my taboo. Ouyang Yan's eyes surged with golden light at this time, and he was as angry as an angry god.

He glared at Meng Wuxian, and under this gaze, Meng Wuxian felt his heart tremble slightly.

But in the blink of an eye, the trembling that surged through his heart was obliterated by him, his cloudy eyes were filled with chaotic mist, and two spinning dream wheels surged like two whirlpools.

At this moment, their eyes clashed, one eye was shining with golden light, the other was like a whirlpool wheel, and the space seemed to have firelight.

Two extremely powerful killing intents swept out like a wave.

All the candidates were so frightened that they hurried away with a chill in their hearts, leaving a large field for the two of them.

Both of them have a strong murderous intent, and they both want to put each other to death, as if they have met enemies who share the same sky.

One runs for the dream, and the other comes to stop the dream and destroy it.

There seems to be no right or wrong in such a-for-tat confrontation, it just depends on who has more strength to complete their goals.

Jian Wufeng showed a satisfied look on his face, he couldn't wait for Meng Wuxian and Ouyang Yan to fight, and shouted angrily: "Brother Meng, let him die without a place to be buried, we all believe in you." ”

"Yes. Gu Moxuan also chimed in and said, "Brother Meng, you can't be looked down upon by him, the Dream Family is a thousand-year-old family." ”

Call!

Ouyang Yan's body swept up from the lion's back in the blink of an eye, and the sound of the divine elephant in his body roaring came out, his bones crackled and exploded, and the sound of the divine elephant rushing through resounded.

At this moment, the power of his physical body ran to the extreme, which attracted the attention of all people, and the sound of the long roar of the divine elephant that everyone heard seemed to be the roaring and galloping of the two divine elephants suppressing the three mountains and five mountains.

Ouyang Yan's strength at this time was even more extreme than when he was dealing with Jian Wufeng and Gu Mo Xuan.

Now he couldn't bear it anymore, so he shot first, and the Bayang Sword appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye, and a sword went to the dream of no death.

There are no fancy sword skills, but his majestic strength is run to the extreme, the whole sword is like a golden dragon galloping, where the long sword passes, the space is sizzling, as if it has been exploded by the sword.

Dream Wuxian also swept out at this moment, and the momentum of the whole person was like a towering mountain at this moment, and at the same time, a horizontal flute appeared in his hand.

This transverse flute is azure in color, much longer than the ordinary transverse flute, as long as an arm, as crystal clear as a precious jade, flowing with brilliant light, as if there is a fairy sound floating out, which is intoxicating.

Before he played, there was a fairy sound, which shows the strength of this flute, and it is not extraordinary.

"Since you dare to keep it, then I will not do my best. Meng Wuxian smiled coldly, and the flute was a little, and the tip of Ouyang Yan's sword blasted away.

Rumble!

The sword and the flute collided, and the roar was deafening, and the space seemed to shake, and a violent air flow swept out, directly cutting down a big tree.

The Eight Yang Sword resounded with the sound of a dragon's groan, as if a soaring golden dragon was roaring, and the immortal sounds trembled, coming out of the horizontal flute, full of murderous aura.

Ouyang Yan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What kind of dreamer Tianjiao, but Er'er." ”

As soon as he touched Meng Wuxian, he tested his strength, which was a little worse than himself.

The power of 100,000 catties has been surpassed, but Dream Wuxian does not have such a majestic power, but the transverse flute seems to be strange,

The tip of his sword sank into the hole of the transverse flute, and seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and it was stuck there.

"Really? So what?" Meng Wuxian smiled coldly, and the horizontal flute in his hand suddenly burst into light, and a whining sound resounded from the flute.

This flute sound seemed to come from nine heavens away, and it was like a wail heard in a dream, which made people's spirits fall asleep, and their whole body could not lift their strength.

It's like a magic flute, and it doesn't need him to play it at all, it will make a magic sound.

If he played it himself, I don't know what kind of situation it would be, would it directly make people die under the magic sound?

The examinees below were filled with the magic sound of the transverse flute, their eyes were foggy, and some fell directly to the ground as if they were dead.

But their chests heaved and heaved, proving that they weren't dead, but now they were drowning in the magic sound.

Ouyang Yan's expression was a little sluggish at this moment.

Dream Wuxian's cloudy eyes, two whirlpool-like dream wheels bloomed with brilliant light, like two cloudy spheres colliding.

A smug sneer appeared on his face, and the fierce words reached Ouyang Yan's ears, and said: "I said, if I don't make a move, it's enough, as soon as I make a move, you will definitely die, I haven't done my best, I really overestimate you." ”

As soon as he spoke, as soon as he reached out with his palm, he was about to smash Ouyang Yan's head.

At this moment, he can be said to be extremely proud, and the refreshment in his heart is self-evident.

Because Ouyang Yan was about to die in his hands, at this moment, there was nothing more pleasing to him.

"It's really worthy of being a young man from the dream family, it's too terrifying. Jian Wufeng sighed, his face was full of excitement, Ouyang Yan was about to die in front of his eyes.

"The person we couldn't take with all our might turned out to be vulnerable in his hands, and the dream of no death was really terrifying. Gu Moxuan nodded solemnly, acknowledging the strength of Meng Wuxian.

Ouyang Yan's eyes, which seemed to be sunk and sluggish, became clear at the moment when the fatal danger was imminent, and then he shouted loudly, "Just because of your evil way, you want to make me sink?" ”

His voice was like thunder, his whole body was shining with golden light, and the majestic pure yang power formed a piece of protective golden light outside his body.

At this time, he was like a golden god, and the whole person was radiant, like a rising sun.

His momentum woke up all the candidates who had fallen to the ground and sunk for a while.

Because of the diffusion of the power of pure yang, like a rising sun, under the illumination of the light, the omnipresent pure yang breath is felt, making everyone feel extremely comfortable all over the body.

"How is that possible??" Jian Wufeng shouted, his expression of disbelief on his face extremely hideous.

Gu Moxuan also had a stupid expression, there in a daze, and muttered, "Pure ...... The power of pure yang ......"

"It's so comfortable......"

"Is this the power of pure yang?"

"Champion Long deserves to be Champion Yuen Long!"

The candidates who were swept by the power of pure yang let out exclamations, cheers, and appreciation.

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