"Master Wei, I don't know how to divide the sixteen groups?" asked a Xuanjun.

"In front of the Haiyun teachers that day, the grouping has been completed," Master Wei coughed and said to the people behind, "Take the list, read!"

A Xuanzong-level teacher in the back immediately stepped forward, unfolded a roll of animal skins, and read aloud: "The first group, Cao Ankang of Daliang City, Zhu Jun of Guangyao City, and Duan Tingqi of Shanyang City ......"

Yu Xuanyu was at the foot of the mountain, looking up at Lianyun Peak, which was dozens of zhang high. The Xuanzong who read out the list on the mountain was full of energy, and with the support of Xuanli, the sound spread for several miles, and the players could hear it clearly.

"Group 9, I've been assigned to Group 9!" Yu Xuanyu finally heard the reading of "Linyuan City Yu Xuanyu".

Li Wang said with a smile: "I wish you a successful promotion." He was very happy, because he tied with Xu Yang for the first place in Linyuan City, so he became a seeded player and did not have to participate in the group stage.

"All the players in the first group, go to the top!"

Suddenly, among the hundreds of young mysteries at the bottom of the peak, more than a dozen people stood up and marched towards the peak. Each of them is far away from each other, and there is a strong sense of vigilance between them.

Seventy miles west of the city of Donglai.

A blue-shirted young man, with an ancient sword hanging from his waist, wearing a golden crown on his head, and a ball of velvet fat on his shoulder, was galloping in the wilderness. The pale cyan wind extreme Xuan power on the soles of his feet surged, and his speed was twice as fast as that of ordinary Xuan Masters.

This teenager is none other than Xu Yang.

"Hey, there seems to be something wrong ahead!" Xu Yang stopped suddenly, in front of him, there was an abnormal fluctuation of heaven and earth Xuanqi, and when he looked at it, there seemed to be a faint mist drifting away.

"Here, there seems to be a delicate formation!" Xu Yang's forehead beaded with sweat, and a trace of ominousness flashed through his heart, "Who is it that actually set up this formation on the way I must return to Donglai City?

When Xu Yang was concentrating on the formation, an ethereal voice sounded: "Yes, I can peek into the slightest hint of the formation." ”

Xu Yang felt an alarm in his heart, and he quickly withdrew the breath of the Wind Pole Mystery Force and spread the Flame Pole Mystery Force breath.

With that sentence, a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt wearing a half-ghost face walked slowly, and an ethereal voice sounded from all directions: "Enter the battle, I won't kill you for the time being......"

"What are you kidding!" Xu Yang shouted, and a vermilion bird chirped out, and the beak of the bird opened, shooting out a blazing flame stream, stabbing at the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt.

Under the half-ghost face of the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, as if mocking and disdainful. He shook his hand slightly, and an irresistible sorption surged out, sucking Xu Yang directly into the maze.

"Damn, another Xuanzong, he is as young as Uncle Li!" Xu Yang scolded secretly, he didn't expect this to be a Xuanzong figure, so powerful that he couldn't resist.

Xu Yang felt ridiculous, how could a Xuanzong use the power of the formation to plot against himself? But this is the case.

Being sucked into the maze, although Xu Yang was not afraid, he was a master of the formation, as long as he was not a killing formation that would kill him when he entered the formation, he relied on the deduction of the formation pattern to find the eye of the formation, and let the fat ball swallow the mysterious power of the formation, and the big array would be self-defeating.

Xu Yang did not summon the Fire Eagle above the sky, this is one of his super hole cards, and if it is used frequently, it will not be tempered itself. Only when he is in a desperate situation where he is almost certain to die, Xu Yang will open the card of Fire Eagle.

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt slapped Xu Yang into the formation, and sat cross-legged directly on the side of the large array, closing his eyes and recuperating.

At the end of the day, the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt slowly opened his eyes and said suspiciously: "Did I guess wrong?"

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt slowly stood up, and suddenly, a smile appeared on his ghostly face, and he said to himself, "Come here...... This time, I will definitely see your true face of Lushan......"

Qingluan roared violently, the wind was loud, and a heroic figure appeared, he was driving a Qingluan Xuanling, his eyebrows were like a sword, his eyes were sharp, it was Li Zhongxuan!

"Who is Your Excellency, the person in the formation is Xu Yang!" Li Zhongxuan put away the Xuan Ling and fell to the ground, and shouted in a deep voice.

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt seemed to recognize Li Zhongxuan, and his face under the ghost face fluctuated.

The ethereal voice came from all directions: "In the formation is Xu Yang...... However, the person I am waiting for is not you...... Stand down. ”

Li Zhongxuan's eyebrows were cold, and his eyes were cold: "The rat who hides his head and tail, why do you use the Xuanli Phantom Voice to talk to me? Could it be that you are afraid that I will recognize your original voice? You are my old acquaintance?"

Li Zhongxuan's intuition was like a sword, extremely keen, and he vaguely felt that this yellow-shirted man with a ghost face was someone he had seen before.

The expression on the ghost face of the yellow-shirted man was calm, and he didn't say a word, just made a gesture to Li Zhongxuan to leave.

"Hmph, I still have to see the true chapter under my hands!" Behind Li Zhongxuan, a barren mountain full of broken swords appeared, the wind rose, the broken sword screamed, and a desolate and murderous intent rushed to the face.

This is the general trend of Li Zhongxuan's "sword death"!

The man in the yellow shirt seemed to be a little moved, and the phantom of all beings appeared behind him, as if he was a shijie illusion, in which countless people were born, old, sick and died, alternating reincarnation.

"This enemy...... Very strong!" Li Zhongxuan made a judgment in an instant, he could cultivate this kind of shijie general trend, the strength of this yellow-shirted person was definitely among the best in Xuanzong, and he could also occupy the top ten rankings on the grandmaster list.

The ethereal voice echoed again: "Stand down, I don't want to kill senselessly......"

Li Zhongxuan's sword eyebrows were raised, and he snorted lightly, and countless broken swords behind him screamed, and a huge killing force attacked the yellow-shirted ghost-faced man.

In the phantom of the shijie of the yellow-shirted man, mortals were killed by sword intent, screaming and dying, screaming and begging for mercy one after another, just like a living real shijie, facing the catastrophe of the apocalypse.

"Winter goes to spring and comes again, and there is a definite number of reincarnation. The ethereal echo sounded, and after all the mortals were wiped out by the sword intent of silence, the shijie of the yellow-shirted man re-enacted the reincarnation, and the croaking and crying of babies sounded, and he quickly grew up and began to live busily again, but in the time of a breath, the shijie phantom of the yellow-shirted man was prosperous again.

With Li Zhongxuan's concentration, his heart was also a little hairy, he didn't say a word, Qingluan Xuanling screamed, rushed out of his body, his wings spread, and the width was ten zhang!

The general competition of Xuanzong's characters at the beginning was a small test, but Li Zhongxuan turned into a natal Xuanling, which was directly desperate. From this point of view, he is indeed worthy of the title of "Desperate Saburo".

The man in the yellow shirt also felt the pressure, a halo of light emitted around him, the tiger roared, the giant bear howled, and several mysterious spirits appeared, facing Qingluan.

"Are you afraid of being recognized by me, and you don't even dare to use the Natal Spirit!" Li Zhongxuan shouted, "If you don't use the Natal Spirit, you can't beat me!"

Qingluan roared loudly, about to deliver a fatal blow. Just as the saber was rattling, a wisp of flute sound sounded.

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