"Who is this! Ji Wushuang felt that Mo Tong's nostrils were already arrogant, and he could only see his neck, and the young man of the Yang Clan in front of him was even more arrogant, making his cross-eyes stand up.

In Yang Xia's pupils, the breath of creation is steaming, in his eyes, Yang Sansi's body is not flesh and blood, but a sharp sword, cutting the sky and the earth, nothing is broken, not light Yang Xia, Shui Sheng's face has changed greatly, and he found that Yang Sansi has cultivated to the realm of sword heart with only one glance, and the young man in front of him is only sixteen, and the cultivation of the sword is so terrifying, it is unimaginable.

Motong was different from before, motionless, after a long time, the body was extremely mangless, and the seal in his hand had not yet risen, Yang Sansi stretched out a finger, there was no mang, and there was no movement.

After a breath, Mo Tong's body trembled, and thousands of mangs appeared, wrapping around Mo Tong's body, making him scream continuously, and blood flew out like a pillar.

Many monks are unknown, but many old monsters and giants all have slightly changed their faces, they can see the moment Yang Sansi's fingers are stretched out, hundreds of swords fly out, the speed is extremely fast, the monks can't detect it with the naked eye, and when they really see it clearly, it is already a breath, Motong is cut by the sword, and the appearance of screaming continuously.

"This time it's just a warning, go down. Yang Sansi didn't put down his dead hand, put his hand down, and said calmly.

Mo Tong vomited a mouthful of essence blood, his eyes narrowed, he never thought that one day the monk of the same realm would force him to such a point with just a finger, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his limbs were prostrate, his spine was bulging, and above his head, the white tiger turned into a divine act, and the wind was howling, and its image was amazing, rushing and tearing the sky.

"White Tiger Divine Technique!" Yang Sansi's face changed slightly, and the sword on his back screamed, turning into a red and white avenue of Huaqi, the sword intent reached the sky, and the sword net became a Dao sword, which was impenetrable and cut everything.

The White Tiger Divine Walk was broken in an instant, and above Motong's body, the qi of the water and moon reunited, and a dragon shadow coiled, spanning a hundred zhang square, and under the cover of the dragon's claws, it collided with the Yang Sansi Sword Net, making a sound of gold and iron fighting.

Motong's face was hideous, turning into a fourfold god form, the white tiger was the wind, the green dragon was water, the vermilion bird burned the sky, the Xuanwu covered the earth, and the four phases of the god form were mighty, forcing Yang Sansi to retreat.

Yang Sansi's shoulders shook, the Wentian sword on his back was finally unsheathed, he held the red and white Wentian sword in his hand, dancing the sword and moving, the pace was light and agile, four swords in a row, breaking the four gods of Motong, standing with the sword in one hand, and said lightly: "You can force me to ask the Tianjian Sword, you have my approval, and any magical powers can be used." ”

The four gods were broken, Mo Tong's face was gray, when he heard Yang Sansi's words, his fighting spirit rose again, regardless of the injury, he forcibly formed the Five Emperor Seals, making his eyebrows crack, this is Shui Sheng's one-vein divine art, Mo Tong's cultivation is still shallow, and the strong knotting of the Five Emperor Seals makes the Lingtai unbearable, and cracks breed, at this moment, his body is full of five-colored glow, and he wants to fight to the death with Jian Sansi.

Yang Sansi shook his head, knowing that Motong was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and the Five Emperor Seals had not yet been cultivated to home, just like a moth to a fire, and would eventually perish, he threw the Wentian Sword in his hand and inserted it into the scabbard, raised his foot and stepped on it, and the sword rose upstream, scattering the Five Emperor Seals of Motong, so that Motong flew upside down like a rag, lying on the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The giant sitting cross-legged in the middle of the field was fair, and when Motong was removed from the field, this junior who was pinned on by Shui Sheng failed to go against the sky and fell defeat.

"This son has learned the Five Emperor Seals, and he can also cultivate the Quadruple God Form, even in the Nine Domains, he is considered talented, but it's a pity. Kong Cang shook his head and put his heart down, in his opinion, it was a foregone conclusion that the Tianxin Sect would lose the competition after the defeat of Motong, and with Yang Sansi Sword Dao cultivation, even if there were ten more Motong, what would matter.

"Sansi is the future pillar of the Yang clan, how can just Motong win him. Yang Linglie smiled smugly and stroked his long beard.

Shui Sheng stood up, took the unconscious Mo Tong, took out the pill and gave him a pill, a moment later, Mo Tong woke up, his face was gloomy, he staggered up and lowered his head, not daring to look at Shui Sheng, this time the defeat of the competition not only destroyed his arrogance, but also made him unable to face the grandfather in front of him.

"The next contestant of the Tianxin Sect is ready to play. The giant in the field spoke, urging the next contestant of the Tianxin Sect to enter the martial arts arena.

"Fourth Ancestor, who will you send?" Liu Xiyan transmitted the sound of Shui Sheng, the jade face was heavy, Yang Sansi's sword path cultivation was too terrifying, unless the top three Junjie of the Tianxin Sect arrived, even if Fang Peng's nine people came together, it would be difficult to resist for a moment.

"Yang Xia, you go. Shui Sheng was silent, turned around and ignored Motong, looked at Xiang Yangxia, his eyes were strange, and transmitted the sound to him.

"Me?" Yang Xia still bet on Motong to win this time, Motong was defeated, he lost a fine light, and was extremely depressed, hearing Shui Sheng's words, he stood up, looked at this world-famous powerhouse, and pointed to himself in amazement.

"You go to fight. Shui Sheng nodded, knowing that Yang Xia had two Nine Extreme Origins, he wanted to see how strong this son was.

"I'm a substitute. Yang Xia was reluctant, he was lazy, he didn't fight for fame and fortune, if it wasn't for Liu Xiyan insisting on him coming this time, he wouldn't want to leave the Tianxin Sect Mountain Gate.

"If you want to go, you will go, what nonsense, believe it or not, this seat kicked you in the martial arts field. Liu Xiyan gritted his teeth, stepped forward and roared in Yang Xia's ear.

"The next contestant of the Tianxin Sect is about to enter, if he does not enter, he will abstain from the Tianxin Sect and lose this competition. A giant frowned, and the French sound rolled, echoing here.

"The disciples of the Tianxin Sect can't just run away with their tails between their legs, right?" Some monks shouted in a weird voice, making the major sects and the monks of the Six Realms laugh.

"Go and fight for the Heavenly Heart Sect. Liu Xiyan glanced at the martial arts arena, Fang Peng and the nine people stood on the edge, their faces were ugly, but they didn't enter, this was not for fear of death, but for fear of losing face, Motong was so strong that Yang Sansi was easily defeated, and they would only increase the laughing stock if they went up.

"Okay, let's say okay first, I'll do my best, don't blame me if I lose. Yang Xia slapped away Liu Xiyan's plain hand and hooked his finger at Ji Wushuang, this fighting holy chicken stepped forward, carrying Yang Xia a flying chicken in the sky, and fell into the martial arts arena.

"Haha..... Who is this? Riding a chicken here, it's simply superb!" As soon as Yang Xia entered, not only did he make the giants suspended in the four corners sluggish, but the major sects and the monks of the Six Realms laughed into a piece, and even Liu Xiyan's face was hot, and he gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice: "Little bastard, I don't know that leaving this chicken demon behind is really embarrassing to Tianxin Sect." ”

"What a fat chicken demon, it's best to eat if it's braised in a boil, did the Tianxin Sect send this son to try his cooking skills?" a big man shook his head and sneered.

Not only did the major sects and the monks of the Six Realms continue to discuss and laugh, but even Yang Sansi frowned, and after looking at Ji Wushuang a few times, he looked at Yang Xia who turned over and got off the chicken.

"Brother Tai, I don't think you have reported the wrong sect? Your sword path cultivation is so high, it stands to reason that you should be a member of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, how can you be a Yang clan monk. Yang Xia looked at the Wentian Sword that Yang Sansi was carrying for a moment, touched his chin, and asked the question in his heart.

Jian Xin didn't answer, with a flick of his fingers, the sword qi slashed, Geng Jin Qi was vertical and horizontal, and wanted to force Yang Xia to appear in the martial arts field, this Yang clan Tianjiao felt that the person in front of him had no strong posture, and he was angry, and he didn't even bother to move, he just wanted to clean up Yang Xia and appear in the martial arts field as soon as possible.

Ji Wushuang stepped forward, the chicken wings fanned, the feathers bloomed, and the clouds and the wind lightly vaporized the Yang Sansi Sword, making it quiet in an instant.

"Oh no, I'm not mistaken, a chicken is so strong?" exclaimed one monk in disbelief.

"You read that right, a chicken can actually resist Yang Sansi's sword qi!" After a few breaths, all the monks were in an uproar, all in amazement, feeling incredible.

"Little ghost, it's not proper to drive your mount out of the martial arts field. At the edge of the four corners of the martial arts arena, a giant frowned and said coldly.

Yang Xia stretched his waist and pointed at Ji Wushuang and said, "Senior, this is my magic weapon, not a mount." ”

Yang Xia's voice fell, Ji Wushuang squinted, and Yang Xia said: "You are the magic weapon, your whole family is a magic weapon." ”

"Didn't I say this so that you could stay in the field and fight the enemy! On weekdays, you always say that it is boring to compete with me, but now you have the opportunity to show your skills, if you don't want to, you can do it..." Yang Xia smiled, and the sound of Ji Wushuang made this fighting holy chicken nod busily, and said to the four giants of the martial arts field: "That's right, I am the magic weapon of this kid, is it not allowed for monks to use magic weapons in the competition?"

The four giants are speechless, Ji Wushuang has flesh and blood, how can he have the appearance of a magic weapon, unless this chicken is an artifact, it is impossible to be so vivid and derive blood and flesh.