Luo Hanxuan smiled slightly, hiding what he was thinking, he was really more and more interested in Bai Chen, who claimed to be a disciple of the outer sect.

Before this, he thought that the Oiran of this year's sect competition must be himself, and there was no doubt that he could make Luo Hanxuan feel a sense of crisis in his heart with the simple contest just now.

Although Luo Hanxuan realized that his cultivation was only in the Seven Realms of Spirits, but the spiritual power just now was decided, and Bai Chen did not seem to have fallen into the wind at all.

You must know that the spiritual power of each realm has a sky-like gap, if the spiritual power of entering the spiritual realm is compared to a stream stretching, then with the spiritual power of his quenching nine realms, it is comparable to the Yangtze River.

But the feeling that Bai Chen's spiritual power gave him just now was not as vulnerable as a stretching stream, on the contrary, at the moment when he urged the Han Xuan Jue, the spiritual power in Bai Chen's palm suddenly attacked like a surging wolf, and released an extremely warm temperature, gradually melting the cold ice brought by the Han Xuan Jue, could this be something that only an outer disciple who entered the Seven Realms of Spirits could achieve?

As time went by, the sky gradually darkened, and the duel between the wind group and the Lin group in the first game of the Zongmen Dabi was over, and only four people successfully entered the second and next round, including Na Luo Gui, who defeated several people with an invincible momentum and became the focus of this big competition.

But Bai Chen's mood was extremely solemn at this time, with Luo Gui's vicious drug nature that must be retributed, if he faced him in the next few games, he would definitely receive fatal revenge from him.

In addition to the weird body style, his Yaosun sword is also extremely strong, and several sets of sword techniques are also extremely proficient, with Bai Chen's current strength, I'm afraid it's really hard to deal with.

At night, the light of the bright moon spreads to the earth, but the forest of bones is so dim, it seems to be wrapped in darkness, and the trees that stand tall are endless.

In the depths of the forest, in the majestic giant palace, the flickering lights illuminate the main hall, and on the huge golden chair at the head of the hall, sat this extremely burly man, dressed in a red brocade robe, with a slightly vicissitudes of life under his long red hair, and his eyes were full of flames, as if he could capture people's souls.

Beside him, an old man with short snow temples and frosty beard, he held a long staff, bowed respectfully to the man and said: "Demon Emperor, in the past few months, according to the demon spirits sent to report, in the thousand ancient cities of the human race's territory, some people are said to have seen the traces of Her Royal Highness the princess, it seems that they have been plundered by the Tiansha Gate of the human race sect, I have sent the demon spirits of the clan to investigate the truth, I believe there will be an answer soon!"

Hearing this, the Demon Emperor frowned, and said coldly: "It's been a few months, and we haven't found Chan'er yet!

The old man replied respectfully: "In accordance with your instructions earlier, we have installed our clan masters in all the major sects of the Terran race, and we can severely damage the Terran monks just by closing the net, and then we will carry out the next plan, and the rescue of the Chaos Demon Emperor will be just around the corner!"

The Demon Emperor's brows stretched slightly, for the human race, he has long hated it in his heart, the perennial oppression has made the demon spirit clan miserable, all of this is due to the greed of the human race, because there is a spiritual core containing powerful power in their bodies, if it is obtained by the human race monks, it can be refined and absorbed, and their own cultivation can be improved.

And after the spirit core has been removed, if the demon spirit can escape the death catastrophe, it will be sent to various places to do coolies, daily sun and rain, many demon spirits after being removed from the spirit core, the physique is not as weak as mortals, after experiencing coolies, they usually do not live for seven days, and they will die of exhaustion.

Although the three major empires of the human race stipulate that demon spirits cannot be hunted, these red tape are useless to the cultivation sect, and they still do not stop catching demon spirits, after all, demon spirits are valuable all over their bodies, and the sect monks will not abandon such a big fat meat.

The Demon Emperor looked outside the hall and said coldly: "Order, soon the Terran will hold an imperial event, when the Terran monks and masters will gather, and the demon spirits of our clan will wait for the opportunity to close the net!"

The old man bowed respectfully and said, "Yes!"

In the early morning of the next day, the second knockout match will be held in the Zongmen Dabi, which will be played by the fire group against the mountain group, and the spectators and contestants will also begin to enter the back mountain fighting arena one after another.

The time for a stick of incense passed quietly, and Elder Chongtong solemnly announced the start of the competition, and said: "The second knockout round of the sect competition has officially begun, and Liu Qingxue of the fire group will fight against Yang Wenling of the mountain group, and the disciples of both sides are invited to enter!"

Hearing this, Bai Chen smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted Liu Qingxue's shoulder, and encouraged softly: "Sister Qingxue, come on!"

Hearing this, Luo Hanxuan showed a disdainful look at Bai Chen, and said coldly: "Qingxue is an elder's personal disciple, you should call him Senior Sister Liu instead of Sister Qingxue in terms of seniority!" Then he smiled softly, looked at Liu Qingxue and said, "Qingxue!"

Liu Qingxue smiled, nodded to the two of them, and then walked lightly towards the fighting arena.

I saw Yang Wenling and Liu Qingxue slowly walking to the center of the arena, bowing slightly to each other, and performing battle etiquette.

Yang Wenling threw a lewd look at Liu Qingxue, and said with a wicked smile: "Sister Qingxue, I didn't expect us to meet here, hehehe!"

Hearing this, Liu Qingxue frowned, her face gradually changed color, her jade hand was slightly clenched, and Qingxue said slightly angrily: "Shameless!"

As she spoke, she urged the spiritual power in her body, her delicate body was glowing with light blue spiritual power, and with a wave of her sleeves, a purple long sword appeared in her palm, she slowly raised it, and shouted angrily: "You disciple, the accounts of the past are settled today, look at the sword!"

After speaking, Liu Qingxue frowned, raised her sword and stabbed at Yang Wenling, but Yang Wenling reacted quickly, and hurriedly dodged when the tip of the sword was a few centimeters away from his throat, he raised his body and jumped to the side, and sneered at her meaningfully: "Don't be so angry! I didn't intend to be light with you back then! I didn't accidentally touch your ......."

When Liu Qingxue heard this, her face suddenly became ashamed and angry, and she gritted her teeth in a low voice and said, "Bastard!"

Then he jumped lightly, and swung his sword towards Yang Wenling, the blade of the sword was accompanied by the fluctuation of spiritual power, and several sword qi flew out to slash at Yang Wenling, only to see him wave his right hand and hurriedly offer a spear of more than five feet to parry.

The sharp sword aura made Yang Wenling be knocked back a few steps, his face was cloudy and uncertain, he put away the trivial smile on his face, and said, "That's good! Senior sister, I didn't want to be cruel to you, it seems that I want you to know my color!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Wenling held the barrel of the gun tightly in his right hand, a cold light appeared in his eyes, he jumped with a muffled snort, and slashed at Liu Qingxue with a thunderous momentum, and the dragon pattern spear body actually circled a dragon-shaped spirit body, whistling and slashing towards Liu Qingxue with the dragon pattern gun.

In the audience, Bai Chen and Luo Hanxuan both looked at the fighting arena with blazing eyes, and they sweated in their hearts, Luo Hanxuan knew Liu Qingxue's cultivation strength best.

Liu Qingxue was born frail and sickly, it is said that she was entrusted to this Xingyue Sect when she was a child, and was later accepted as an apprentice by the second elder, but she was sick and weak, even if the second elder tutored her cultivation, but the progress was still slow, she was nineteen years old this year, and her cultivation was only now in the Six Realms of Spirits.

And this Yang Wenling is an extremely good inner disciple, although he has a bad character, he can also cultivate into the Nine Realms of Spirit, and the one he is holding is a three-seal spirit weapon dragon pattern gun, how can Liu Qingxue be able to resist!