But he didn't want to be led by Dai Qinhe's nose, and said lightly: "Brother Dai, I am willing, but the seniors didn't speak, so you helped decide, and those who didn't know thought that the human race needed your junior to make a decision, so that the foreign race laughed." ”

The corners of Dai Qinhe's eyes trembled slightly, the murderous intent in his heart rose, and the smile on his face did not decrease, "Brother Zizhen taught me a lesson, and blame me for being too anxious." ”

Later, two men and one woman were drawn from the Sanpin Sect, both of whom were qualified by the spirit body this year, and now they have to fight with other races before they get started.

"Grinding and chirping for a long time, just choose such a few goods?" The fire turtle looked at Mu Zizhen and the others, very disdainful.

Turning to the five young men behind him, he said, "I just need to die and not live, otherwise the Hui people will go to the forbidden place to reflect!"

"Elder, rest assured. ”

With a wave of the fire turtle's hand, under the coercion of spiritual light, five people fell on the plain, all of them were in their early twenties, three were at the peak of their transformation, and two were in the late stage of transformation.

Shan Xuan took a deep look at Mu Zizhen and the five of them, and a burst of spiritual power prompted, and the five of them flew down the stone peak.

Ten people stood still at a distance, the two sides looked at each other, endless killing machines were spreading, and the atmosphere of the audience was quiet, only the whining sound of the mountain wind blowing.

"Are you going up one by one, or are you going up together?" a young man from the Fire Spirit Clan stepped forward and hooked his fingers at Mu Zizhen and the five of them, and said contemptuously.

"Arrogant, I'll meet you. A black-robed young man stepped forward and pointed at the Fire Spirit Clan man.

Mu Zizhen recognized him, called Qu Mo, transformed into the peak of cultivation, and worshiped the middle gate of the three grades.

"Good..."The crowd on the peak shouted loudly, the human race should have such momentum.

The spiritual power around Qu Mo's body rose, and his toes were light, like a piece of feathers floating towards the man of the Fire Spirit Clan.

"Hmph!" the Fire Spirit Clan man snorted coldly, and also rushed forward, the distance between the two sides was twenty zhang, and with a push of both palms forward, two flame spirit snakes came out of their hands, one left and one right wrapped around Qu Mo.

Qu Mo floated in front of him, his hands were spread, two small tornadoes condensed and rotated in his palm, and when he opened his mouth, the two tornadoes swept forward, and the wind became longer, turning into two high-speed tornadoes to meet the fire snake in an instant.

The fiery snake and tornado collided, but instead of exploding, they blended with each other, turning into two whirlwinds of flame in an instant, emitting a series of whirring sounds, and froze between the two.

The two of them urged the spiritual power at the same time, stretched their palms forward, and the spiritual power was desperately injected into the flame tornado.

The tornado expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, the thickness of a bucket and the thickness of a round table, and in just a few breaths, it turned into the size of a house, bursts of spiritual pressure were emitted, and the two flame tornadoes could not help shaking.

Everyone is struggling to breathe, no one needs to say, if it goes on like this, the flame tornado will explode due to the instability of the spiritual power, but the two of them have been riding the tiger and it is difficult to get down, and no one can do it at the moment if they want to recover the spiritual power.

The flame tornado first collapsed inward, then rapidly expanded and exploded, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the field, and the two of them snorted at the same time, their bodies flying backwards uncontrollably, and their mouths spurted blood in the air.

The remaining four Fire Spirit Clan monks stepped forward together, and together they made efforts to catch the men of the same clan, but on the other hand, on the side of the Terrans, only Mu Zizhen flew forward.

Both palms pressed against Qu Mo's back, a huge impact came from his hands, Mu Zizhen was also hit and flew back, his hands were burned by the flames, and he withdrew thirty zhang to stabilize his body.

Putting Qu Mo flat on the ground, he sighed lightly in his heart: "Hey!

The first battle ended with both defeats.

"There are two hits, who will go up next?" another Fire Spirit Clan monk stepped forward.

On the Terran side, Qu Mo is the highest in cultivation, and the remaining three are all in the late stage of metamorphosis, while Mu Zizhen is only in the middle stage of metamorphosis.

The only female cultivator here stepped forward, from the Sanpin Sect, named Gong Yingrui.

The eyes of the two converged in the air, and the killing intent was infinite.

Gong Yingrui shook his right hand, revealing a snow-white wrist, his middle finger against the pad of his thumb, and a finger popped out with a light turn of his wrist, and a transparent spirit needle shot out, directly taking the head of the Fire Spirit Clan monk.

The other party did not show weakness, and his left hand was drawn in the air, and a flame shield appeared.

"Ding"

The needle and shield collided and the flames splashed, Gong Yingrui pulled his hand, and the spirit needle flew several feet back, drawing an arc and stabbing out again.

"Insect carving skills. The Fire Spirit Clan monk disdained to snort, and pressed his left hand into his chest, the flame shield dissipated, and a flame armor wrapped his whole body.

A punch was punched out with his right hand, and a fist mark shot straight towards Gong Yingrui.

The latter jade feet lifted lightly, and under the fierce step, a lotus flower was born out of thin air ten zhang in front of her, and the petals bloomed and swayed with the wind, and the whole body was green and delicate, vivid.

As soon as the lotus stem bent, the lotus drooped, and the flame fist was wrapped in it, and the blue and red spiritual light could not be extinguished, and after a breath, both turned into spiritual light and dissipated.

"Fairy Gong is good. The monk on the peak couldn't help but praise loudly.

"Huh! The Fire Spirit Clan man said coldly, and after speaking, his right hand punched out one after another, shooting at Gong Yingrui head to end.

The latter's spiritual power was running rapidly, and lotus flowers appeared out of thin air in front of him.

But sharp-eyed people will find that the distance of Gong Yingrui's condensed lotus flower is shortening little by little, which shows that her attack frequency is slower than that of the Fire Spirit Clan cultivator.

Gradually, everyone discovered this problem, and some people applauded from time to time, but at this time they were silent and silent, and the end was doomed.

After the tea time passed, the fist had broken through to a foot in front of Gong Yingrui, and the frequency of the Fire Spirit Clan's fist was one point faster.

"Poof"

A fist was imprinted on Gong Yingrui's chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the controlled lotus spell was immediately confused.

"Puff..."

Five fists hit him in the abdomen in a row, and the delicate body was thrown out, this time Mu Zizhen did not step forward, first, the fight between the two sides did not end, and second, he knew that Gong Yingrui would definitely die.

Gong Yingrui smashed on the ground, rolled several times before stopping, his delicate body twitched a few times and then disappeared, and the infinite future of his good years was buried.

"Yingrui!"

"Fairy Gong"

...

When the call sounded, the elder of Gong Yingrui's sect was about to step forward, but he was blocked by Shan Xuan with one hand, and shook his head silently with a sad face.

The battle continues, and the death will continue to the end, the battle can be lost or died, but the integrity of the human race cannot be lost.

"Haha... With this bit of strength, tsk, it's a pity that this skin bag, I guess I haven't tasted a man yet!" The Fire Spirit Clan man not only gloated, but also verbally insulted.

All the Terran monks looked at him with resentment, if his eyes could kill, then he would have become a pulp of flesh at this moment.

"What do you see, no matter if you live or die one-on-one, what's the matter, you can't afford to lose!" The Fire Spirit Clan monk did not show weakness, and his arrogance became even more arrogant.

"I'll come. The one who spoke was called Zi Lin, and a three-inch spirit knife appeared in his palm.

He took five steps in a row, and with a flick of his hand, the spirit knife turned into a silver light, and went straight to the neck of the Fire Spirit Clan monk.

"Wow"

The spirit knife and fire armor intersected, and the man of the Fire Spirit Clan resisted the blow and only took a few steps back, pointing at Zi Lin and said lightly: "You... No way. ”