Luo Yan pondered for a moment and said: "Thank you Fairy Mu for helping, since you are here for me, then as long as I am alive, they will not give up, and they will definitely think of other ways."

But these uninvited guests will definitely not come again tonight, so let's rest in peace. ”

After saying that, he went back to his room first.

Although Luo Yan said this, Mu Yan'er and Bai Qiuyue were still a little uneasy, and after the two discussed, they stayed outside together.

The next day, the competition continued under the auspices of the Demon Saint Qilin, and the first to jump on the stage was a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe, and then a thin old man with a dexterous body also jumped up, and the two used the magic weapon as soon as they fought each other.

The yellow-robed middle-aged monk took out a black folding fan, and when he waved it, bursts of black gas flew out of it, making a ghost crying wolf howl.

The thin old man took out a black flag, and there were also clouds of black gas coming out of it, and the black qi of the two sides was intertwined, and they couldn't hold each other for a while.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe immediately waved his black fan and came straight to the head of the thin old man.

The thin old man's long sword snorted outward, and his figure flew out to the left, around behind the other party, and pushed forward with his left hand, and a cold light flew out from his fingers, directly taking the back of the yellow-robed monk's heart.

The folding fan swung by the yellow-robed monk had just been cut halfway, and suddenly he felt a cool breeze behind him, he immediately withdrew his move, and at the same time as he waved the fan to protect him, a ghost-like black shadow flew out of the fan and hit the face of the thin old man.

Looking at the thin old man again, with a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, his body suddenly became virtual, making the ghost head flutter into the air.

Just as the yellow-robed monk was about to retract the ghost's head, a blazing fire suddenly appeared and trapped him.

At this moment, the old man's disappeared figure appeared in front of the yellow-robed middle-aged monk again, and the long sword sank into his body with black qi.

Looking at the yellow-robed monk again, his expression began to dim in the black air, his face began to distort, and the black folding fan lost control and fell to the stage.

The thin old man's black sword did not stop after entering his body, and began to wreak havoc further inside, destroying the dantian and crushing the Yuan Infant.

In the end, the body of the yellow-robed middle-aged monk fell on the fighting platform, and his distorted face was unbearable.

Later, a woman in red jumped on the test table again, holding a pair of lancet scimitars, bare waist, and a small snake spitting a core was tattooed next to her navel.

The thin old man looked at a woman, and said a little frivolously: "The fairy is like a flower, I really can't bear to destroy you like this, or you go back first, and come to me at night." As he spoke, he reached out and touched the other party's exposed waist.

The woman in red didn't avoid it, but said with a smile: "Dead ghost, you see that the slave family has come up, you just let me do it once!" After speaking, her body took the initiative to send it forward.

Just when the old man's palm touched the woman's waist, the little snake tattooed next to her navel suddenly came to life and bit the hand that touched it.

The thin old man was so frightened that he retreated back more than ten zhang, and with a swing of his sword, he cut off this arm, and even then, the broken arm that fell to the ground had turned black.

Look at the woman in red's two willow leaf scimitars at the same time, flying towards the top of the old man's head and chest like meteors, and at the same time punching a trick in her hand to the fallen broken hand.

The thin old man's arms had not yet grown, so he had to flash his body to the side, dodge the flying double knives, and fell in front of his severed hand.

What he didn't expect was that his black severed hand jumped up from the ground again and stabbed directly into his calf, and the creature inside instantly burrowed into his body.

At this time, the woman in red flipped her palm and struck a few more palm winds, breaking the old man's protective light film, and the willow leaf flying knife stabbed at his body one after the other.

The old man was seriously injured by the woman in red more than a dozen times in an instant, and finally let out a heart-rending cry, his head exploded, and a small snake flew out of it.

The Yuan Infant who had just left his body seemed to have been poisoned, and his flight speed was very slow, and he was easily cut in two by the flying blade.

And the little snake that flew out of the old man's exploding skull drew a blue light in the air and coiled it around the navel of the woman in red.

When the fighters in the audience saw this scene, they all hula and withdrew backwards for more than a foot, for fear that the woman's little snake would fly to them.

Luo Yan was also mixed in the crowd, looking at the two battles in front of him, it could be regarded as an eye-opener, the methods used by the two were relatively evil, and the old man died from his greed.

He watched the competition on the stage as he walked among the fighters with the crowd.

The woman in red on the test platform picked up the soul fan on the ground, refined it on the spot, and then inserted the flag into her waist, waiting for the next fighter to take the stage.

A moment later, a scholar in white walked up to the stage with a flute in his hand, stood ten feet away from the woman in red, and played the flute.

With the sound of the flute, some strange runes floated out of the flute hole, forming a sharp blade that flew towards the woman in red.

The woman released the black qi on the soul fan, and the double knives emitted a light in the form of a cross in front of her, blocking the flying note blades.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and then the woman in red spat blood from her mouth, showing defeat.

When the scholar in white saw the opportunity coming, he took the opportunity to launch an offensive.

As a result, after a series of actions of breaking the woman's body protection film, cutting off the woman's arm, and piercing the woman's waist, his body suddenly froze in place, and then quickly dried up, killing himself and holding a flute.

The woman in red sat on the table, the wound on her waist was slowly healing, and the arm that flew out after being cut off was inserted into the scholar's shriveled body.

This time, she paid the price of serious injuries in exchange for a reassuring victory.

When a middle-aged fighter in the audience saw that the woman was injured, he immediately jumped on the stage and stabbed her with a sword without saying a word.

The woman in red glared angrily, and her body was almost defenseless and pierced by the long sword.

Just after the distance between the two was closer, the willow leaf double knife in her hand stabbed at the middle-aged fighter at the same time.

At this time, the middle-aged fighter's long sword was still in the woman's body and was not withdrawn, and the door in front of him was wide open, and he watched the willow leaf double knife enter the body but could not defend it.

After the red-clothed woman's double knives entered the opponent's body, she gritted her teeth and disemboweled, directly disemboweling the fighter who rushed over, and then swallowed his Yuan Ying in one gulp.

While claiming her third victory, she also knelt on one knee on the stage, barely bracing her body with her hands and not falling.

Luo Yan was thrilled to watch, and his body moved to the side for a while.

The other monks also gasped, and a few of them couldn't bear to see anyone on stage again, hoping to give her some time to recover.

But there are also people who are yin and damaged, taking advantage of her weakness, to jump on the test table again and wave their swords at her.

This time, the woman in red didn't create another miracle, and after barely resisting more than a dozen moves, she finally couldn't continue to support her body that was shattered by the other party, and fell on the stage.

Luo Yan watched the Terran fighter kill without emotion like this, exposing the darkness of human nature again.

While he felt sorry for the woman in red, he also felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

......

Time has passed, the battle on the stage is still going on, and there have been more than ten battles now, but there is no fighter who has won ten consecutive games.

At this time, on the stage was a square-faced man who had just won the fifth victory, with a giant axe in his hand and a strong body, and he knew at a glance that he belonged to Li Xiu.

Just when he picked up the magic weapon left by his predecessors, the red-robed middle-aged monk of the Heavenly Demon Scorpion Clan jumped on the test platform, he directly took out the magic weapon of the ring, threw it into the air, and played a few magic tricks in his hand, the ring received instructions in the air, and began to grow larger, emitting circles of white light waves, trapping the square-faced man in it.

The big man also pinched the magic trick in his hand, and expanded the protective light film again, resisting the slow narrowing of the light waves, and then held a giant axe to slash head-on at the red-robed middle-aged man.

The latter turned to dodge, pushing his sword with both hands and stabbing at the opponent's body protection light film.

After more than a dozen rounds, the square-faced man was not well taken care of, and the protective light film was broken by the light wave emitted by the ring, and the long sword of the Heavenly Demon Scorpion Clan fighter was also stabbed from his back at the right time.

A sword pierces the heart, and there is no suspense.

After the body was destroyed, the Yuan Ying of the Great Han had just flown out, and was caught by a ring in the air, and then was grabbed by the red-robed monk in his hand and pinched into a meat paste.

It seems that in this battle, the fighters of the Heavenly Demon Scorpion Clan had already seen the flaws in the Great Han Martial Arts before they came to power, and they chose mana attacks in a targeted manner.

The next eight fighters who played in a row were all killed one by one by the fighters of the Heavenly Demon Scorpion Clan, but now the injuries on his body were not light, and he took the pill again during the interval.

Then, the ninth person on the stage was a crumbly-faced old man, dressed in a gray robe, and holding a long sword glowing green.

After he came to the stage, he did not choose to attack directly, but spilled a handful of beans on the stage, and then let out a true qi with one hand, and shouted softly in his mouth: "Change-".