At the same time, in a hall tens of zhang in size somewhere in the Phantom Palace, another fierce battle was in full swing.

As far as the eye can see, the entire hall is filled with mountains of blue stick shadows, overlapping and overlapping, as if the ocean is endless.

The source of this qiē came from the phantom of a man whose entire body was wrapped in blue light that was hanging in the air above the hall.

The man looked like he was thirty years old, with expressionless hands holding a blue spirit stick, and seemed to dance in a random group, while the monstrous stick shadow below seemed to change rhythmically with his dance.

At the same time, two figures were impressively in the midst of the surging stick shadows below, flickering and moving, desperately urging the spiritual weapons in their hands, trying their best to resist the waves.

One of them was a tall young man, his eyes flashed with purple light, if Liu Ming was here, he could recognize it at a glance, this person was a young man of another race, Zang Xuan.

I saw that his whole body was wrapped in a layer of earthy yellow light curtain that seemed to be like a substance, but the light curtain seemed to have suffered a lot of stick blows, and there was a faint sign of instability. In the other hand, he held an earthy yellow round shield more than a person high, crisscrossed with several deep stick marks, and several dense cracks had appeared around it, but fortunately it had not yet shattered immediately.

But seeing where Zang Xuan's purple eyes swept over, a stick shadow whistling to the front suddenly slowed slightly, and the body was shorter, and it was dangerous to avoid it.

But in the next moment, the shadow of the stick on the other side had arrived, and Zang Xuan couldn't avoid it, so he had to block it with the round shield in his hand.

A series of muffled sounds of "bang" and "bang" came.

Suddenly, three deep stick marks appeared on the yellow round shield, and several cracks extended a few points to both ends.

Zang Xuan saw this. I couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Although the humanoid phantom beast in front of him was only a mid-stage condensation cultivator, its strength was very strong. But it was obvious that it was far from even the initial stage of ordinary crystallization, and the round shield spirit weapon in his hand obviously couldn't withstand a few such attacks.

And once he loses the protection of the round shield. The consequences are even more disastrous, but at the moment, there seems to be no other way.

And under the shadow of this stick, he is not weak in cultivation, and he only barely has some parrying strength, but he can't even think about fighting back, and it is unattainable to get out of trouble.

On the other side, he was fighting side by side with a short and fat young man with green eyes and a green robe. It's just that his situation at this moment is a little worse than that of Zhi Zangxuan.

But seeing that his body was already scarred, one of his left arms hung weakly to the side, unable to move a bit.

There was already a hint of despair in this person's eyes, if it weren't for the fact that he was struggling to support it with a high-grade pitch-black ghost knife in his right hand and a piece of superb soft armor in his body, he would have died on the spot under the shadow of the stick.

Suddenly, the pitch-black ghost knife in his hand was raised, and suddenly there were several pitch-black knives that were long and long, flying out in the sound of "snorting" breaking through the air. Most of the oncoming blue stick shadows were cut off, but a small number of stick shadows still poured in through the cracks in the blades.

The short and fat young man shouted, his eyes flashed, and his body suddenly turned like a dhar. Obviously, he wanted to use his body in soft armor to force the stick shadow in front of him.

"Bang"!

When the short and fat young man's body touched the stick shadow, a flash of green light suddenly submerged the blue stick shadow, and the green light disappeared again. The shadow of the blue stick was gone.

The short and fat young man's face suddenly turned a little paler, obviously even with soft armor protection. The shadow of the stick still has a big impact on it.

After another half a cup of tea, the earthy yellow light curtain that wrapped the Tibetan Xuan became a little lighter. It was already a little crumbling, and the round shield in his hand was on the verge of shattering.

The short and fat young man was already as pale as paper, and a trace of blood was secreting from the corner of his mouth, obviously seriously injured, but the despair in his eyes was replaced by a kind of madness at this moment, and the pitch-black ghost knife in his hand was even more aimless, showing even more unbearable.

At this moment, the young man above the hall also seemed to have lost his patience, and he saw his eyes flash blue, and his figure disappeared in place in a blur.

Immediately afterward, he saw that the huge wave-like stick shadows in all directions below suddenly changed his momentum, and suddenly rolled towards the middle with a whistling sound several times the density of the previous surge.

Before the stick shadow hit, an invisible force appeared in the surrounding void, and it felt like grinding the two of them into pulp.

The sound of "bang" and "bang" came one after another.

In the midst of the huge waves, the young man's figure swayed, and suddenly turned into a dozen phantoms, looming, and the blue stick shadow hit the yellow and green figures like raindrops.

In an instant, Zang Xuan and the others didn't know how many times they were beaten, and their bodies were directly whipped so that they hung in the air and couldn't fall.

After a few breaths, the shadow of the stick in the sky suddenly retracted, turned into a blue long stick again, and flew back into the hands of the expressionless young phantom.

"Boom" and "boom" twice!

Zang Xuan, who was barely human, and the short and fat young man, who were barely human, fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, the protective light curtain on Zang Xuan's body has long since disappeared, and the earthy yellow round shield that originally protected his body is even more shattered and disappeared.

In the stick blow just now, although he struggled to protect the vital points around his body, at this moment, the bones of his whole body have been broken, and he can obviously see deep depressions everywhere, and his body is completely unable to move.

The short and fat young man on the side, the situation was even more unbearable, a big hole had been pierced in his chest, and the internal organs inside seemed to have been smashed, and the vitality exuded was extremely weak.

As soon as the two of them landed on the ground, two green rays of light emerged from the arms of the two people, and as soon as the light flashed, the bodies of the two disappeared from the hall in an instant, leaving behind a field of various colored beads, more than three hundred.

The young phantom only made a move with one hand, and the beads all shot towards it in a flash.

......

On the wasteland outside the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace, there was still a crowd of people at this moment, and the number of people was much more than when it was opened.

At this moment, in the air of a clearing outside the palace, two green light clusters suddenly lit up, and after the light dispersed, two figures, one purple and one green, appeared, and fell straight down.

It was Zang Xuan and the short and fat young man who had just gone through a hard battle.

Zang Xuan seemed to have regained a trace of clarity at the moment when he was heard, opened his eyes with difficulty in the process of falling, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and found that he had been teleported out of the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace, and his face suddenly showed a trace of happiness, and then fell to the ground with a "bang", and his neck was crooked and fainted.

And the short and fat young man who fell beside him, at the moment of touching the ground, the only remaining wisp of vitality finally floated away, lying motionless in a pool of blood, looking like he couldn't die anymore.

"This ...... Isn't this the person who first entered the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace on the first day?"

"That short and fat man seems to be an inner disciple of the Five Ghost Sect of Beiliang Mountain!"

"Tsk, it looks really dangerous inside, it's beaten like this, it's useless if you don't die. ”

Among the onlookers, some people immediately recognized Zang Xuan and the short and fat young man, and there were even people who could not get through the colorful staircase before, but were still unwilling to leave, and began to gloat.

Just when everyone was talking, on the arms of Zang Xuan and the others, each lit up a little green light, and in a flash, they flew away like a meteor passing through the sky.

"It's a fragment of the Blue Dome Mirror!"

Someone immediately exclaimed, and those who moved quickly had already taken off into the air, and set off to chase after them.

Everyone's attention suddenly shifted away from Zang Xuan and the others.

However, at this moment, after a few muffled "bangs", three huge breaths appeared out of thin air in the sky, and then three rays of light flashed from the nearby void, one of which was a green rainbow and a black gas, and after a blur, they each quickly rolled up a fragment of the Blue Dome Sky Mirror.

And the third stream of white light was a little slower, but it didn't catch anything.

The next moment, there was a ripple of water in the void, and after a period of distortion and blurring, three figures appeared out of thin air at the same time, showing a triangular confrontation.

One of them was a green-faced man with a zombie-like body, his face stiff, and his long, dry hair casually draped over his shoulders.

The other person was a boy who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a gray robe.

Both men held a dull old lens in their hands and stared at each other coldly.

As for the third person, he turned his hands behind his back, it was the true Dan powerhouse who had appeared at the Changyangfang City auction conference before, the white-haired old man of the Qianhui Business Alliance.

The people who originally wanted to chase the shards, seeing such a formation, immediately fell back to their original places one after another......

And the originally noisy crowd nearby also looked at each other.

"I didn't expect that the Haoyue Daoist friends of Taiqing Gate and the Dai Yuan Master of Haoran Academy were here, and Ruan was disrespectful. The white-haired old man failed to grab the fragment of the Blue Dome Mirror, but his face did not show much annoyance, obviously he had done a good job of cultivating qi, and said with a slight smile at the two.

Haoyue Tongzi and the blue-faced man glanced at each other, and a trace of jealousy flashed in their eyes, but they also did not want to be rude to the white-haired old man and returned a salute.

"Ruan Daoyou is also here, isn't it also for this Blue Dome Fantasy Palace?" said Haoyue Boy.

"Who came here at this time, who didn't come here for this Blue Dome Fantasy Palace, could it be that they came all the way here to join in the fun?"

What Dai Daoyou said was true, but he didn't know that twenty years ago in Xuanyuan City, who spent eight million spirit stones to buy a Xuanqing stone, and he was still happy for a long time. Haoyue Boy was not angry when he heard this, but said hehehe.

(Oh my God, the fourth update is finally done!) (To be continued......)