The first round of the Dragon Slaying Extravaganza, 48 into 24, has ended.

Not counting Luo Liangqiu, who drew the No. 25 card, the other six people of Modaomen were lucky and strong, so they all entered the second round together, accounting for a quarter of the twenty-four people who were promoted.

And this kind of luxurious record is the envy of the leaders of other sects.

And the leader of the Mo Daomen is a sloppy middle-aged man, and this person is naturally Gou Feichen.

Gou Feichen has never cared about the world's eyes, but lives freely, so there are few rumors about him, only one, but it is enough to be admirable.

Back then, the Blood Refining Sect sacrificed 100,000 living beings in an attempt to reincarnate the Blood Demon through the Blood Refining Great Array, Gou Feichen held a big sword named No One and slashed the strongest sixteen people in the Blood Refining Sect in a row, and single-handedly destroyed the Great Array and returned with his whole body, almost shocking the entire cultivation world.

And the strongest sixteen people in the Blood Refining Sect were in the Innocent Realm at that time, although they were only inferior, but they were also extremely powerful existences in the cultivation world, and they were even the first-class combat power of the second-rate sects, and they were the existence of the founding sect that could be called the ancestors, but they were killed by Gou Feichen alone.

Therefore, at that time, some people speculated that Gou Feichen had already been a high-grade cultivator in the Innocent Realm more than two hundred years ago, and now that two hundred years have passed, he is extremely likely to have entered the realm of broken fate, that is, the realm called the Feather Realm before the immortal realm, and no one dares to underestimate him.

After all, the cultivator who can enter the Feather Transformation Realm has a long lifespan, and he can live for at least 1,280 years, and judging from his talent, it is extremely likely to break through to the legendary Immortal Realm.

And now, this sloppy man, who is very likely to become a powerful person on the side of the immortals, is like no one else, in the VIP seat, holding the big knife called "no one", drowsy, completely unconcerned about what his disciples are.

In the martial arts arena, after a new round of draws, the second round has begun, that is, the twenty-four into twelve competition.

At this time, the remaining disciples of the major sects on the field were:

There are six people from the Tianbei Mo Daomen.

Three people from the Purple Jade Mansion.

Three people on the snow mountain gate.

Four people from the Tiannan Tianyu Sect.

Three people in the Riffatang.

Golden Zen trio.

As the organizer of this dragon slaying event, there are only two people left in the Wanhuamen of Zhongtian Wanhua Valley.

This result can be regarded as expected by Wanhuamen.

The disciples of Wanhuamen are not particularly good at fighting, and it is normal to be defeated.

The first game of this second round was a battle between the Tianbei Snow Mountain Gate and the Tiannan Tianyu Sect.

The man from the Heavenly North Snow Mountain Gate is named Song Changqing, and through his surname, you can know that he is the son of Songyang Zhenren, one of the eighteen dangerous peak masters of the Snow Mountain Gate.

He is the same as his father Songyang Zhenren, with a big nose and a very red nose, but it is not like his father, although he is also five short figures, but he does not have a sense of honesty and honesty, as long as he is a person with long eyes, he can see the pride on his face at this time.

And Songyang Zhenren was sitting in the VIP seat at this time, and when he saw his son's expression, he frowned.

This kid ...... I still think very highly of myself as always.

Knowing the son is more than the father.

Songyang Zhenren naturally knows that his son has real skills, but he is also clear in his heart how big and big this ability is.

Which of the elite disciples of the Seven Great Sects who were able to come to the Dragon Slaying Festival was really weak? A conceited enemy like Song Changqing would definitely suffer a big loss in the future.

Thinking about it, Songyang Zhenren turned his head and looked at his son Song Changqing's opponent.

I saw that the man was handsome and extraordinary, his expression was quite serious, obviously he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and the contrast with the proud face of Song Changqing was very stark.

Songyang Zhenren naturally recognized who the disciples of the Heavenly Feather Sect were in battle.

That handsome and extraordinary young man was the true disciple of the Tianyu Sect's contemporary sect master, Qiansheng Zhenren, named Zuo Yiyuan.

This Zuo Yiyuan is not well-known, because he has only been cultivating for five years, and his performance in the first round can be described as inconspicuous, and he doesn't know how his hole cards are, but he just uses tactics, plus the Tianyu Sect's signature magic technique "Streamer Flying Feather", he sent the opponent off the stage, and the one he played was called a beautiful, which made many people ashamed of themselves.

Is Zuo Yiyuan......

Songyang Zhenren's brows tightened.

He also knew that Zuo Yiyuan was a difficult opponent to deal with, and if his son Song Changqing was still so arrogant, he would inevitably suffer a loss, or even lose.

Then his brow loosened, and he was no longer worried.

Because if you can let this Zuo Yiyuan suppress the arrogance of Changqing all of a sudden, it is not a bad thing for his son, and it is even a good thing from a certain level.

And so the game on the stage began.

That Song Changqing didn't salute with his fists at all, his head was raised slightly, and he said proudly: "Go to the Snow Mountain Gate, Song Changqing." ”

He didn't even say the words "please advise."

At this time, Zuo Yiyuan, the disciple of the contemporary sect master of the Tianyu Sect Qiansheng Zhenren, frowned slightly, but he still clasped his fists and saluted, and said in a proper manner: "Tianyu Sect, Zuo Yiyuan, please advise." ”

That's where the game begins.

I saw that Na Song Changqing pursed his lips, and immediately sealed it with one hand, put it in front of his mouth, and suddenly spit out a huge turquoise spell flame.

As soon as the fire exited, in an instant, the sky was blazing, as if there was a tendency to destroy the withering and decaying, the sound of the wind howling was like thunder, and the afterimage formed a line, everywhere it went, it could be said that the soil was dry and cracked, and the grass and trees were all ash, and it was almost in an instant in front of Zuo Yiyuan.

As soon as Zuo Yiyuan waved his hand, countless pieces of streamer flying feathers appeared in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, they roared away, meeting the turquoise spell flames.

Puff puff.

The characteristic of this streamer flying feather magic technique is "sharp", that is to say, each flying feather is like a blade, once it hits the human body, with this number of streamer flying feathers, it can directly shoot that person into a hornet's nest.

At this moment, the streamer flew together with the turquoise spell sun, making a popping sound, and after it was submerged in the flames, it disappeared, and the streamer disappeared.

It's like a mud cow entering the sea.

Looking at this, Zuo Yiyuan frowned.

When Na Song Changqing saw Zuo Yiyuan's appearance, he laughed, and then the turquoise flame became even stronger, devouring all the streamer feathers that flew in, and he was about to hit Zuo Yiyuan.

Song Changqing saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, thinking that it was really easy to solve this idiot.

Seeing that Zuo Yiyuan was about to be buried in the sea of fire, he saw his eyes flutter, and his pupils became extremely black.

I saw that Zuo Yiyuan's left index finger emitted an inky black aura, like a slender flame burning. I saw his left shoulder push forward, his left arm flung behind him, and then his left hand grabbed the turquoise spell flame, and the wind whistled.

As soon as the two touched, thousands of air currents dispersed from them, and the air waves spread out in a ring of flames, only to see dust flying, like locusts covering the sky.

Zuo Yiyuan's left hand pushed forward fiercely, and the turquoise spell flame concave inward. With a snort, the turquoise spell flame pierced through the middle, and the embers turned into bits of turquoise sparks that dissipated with the dust as they landed.

The dust was still on the ground, and Zuo Yiyuan only left an afterimage in place, flickering, I don't know when, he held a short sword called "White Jade" in his right hand, and the inky black qi on the tip of his left index finger became thicker, and he didn't know when he pierced Song Changqing's throat!

The real person of Songyang, who was in the VIP seat, squinted his eyes, he naturally knew what was going on at the moment.

And the leader of the Heavenly Feather Sect, that is, Gao Zizhen, the deputy sect leader of the Heavenly Feather Sect, looked at the short sword called "White Jade" in Zuo Yiyuan's hand at this time, thinking that he actually needed to take out this magic weapon sword.

This short sword named "White Jade" was personally passed on to Zuo Yiyuan by the Qiansheng Zhenren of the Tianyu Sect, and it was a magic weapon that had accompanied him for more than 500 years, and his current spiritual power was enough to be worth more than half of the innate spirit treasure immortal soldiers, which was enough to see how precious and powerful it was.

On that field, after Song Changqing's throat was pierced, there was no victory or defeat, and there was no decision between life and death, Zuo Yiyuan naturally knew that this Song Changqing was not a good stubble, and it was not so easy to deal with.

I saw that the pine evergreen pupils in front of him suddenly turned green, and then burned, and then the whole person gradually turned into a turquoise flame, and then spun and scattered extremely quickly.

There were no waves in Zuo Yiyuan's pitch-black pupils, and his right hand, which was holding a short sword called "White Jade", stabbed back without hesitation.

As a result, the blade of the white jade short sword slashed through the throat of Song Changqing, who flew behind him and was about to sneak attack Zuo Yiyuan. I saw that the pine evergreen pupils were the same as before, and suddenly became green.

But as soon as the color of Na Song's evergreen pupils changed, Zuo Yiyuan took action, only to see his figure flash, flying into the air, holding a white jade short sword in his right hand, and seeing that his dark pupils reflected a little turquoise.

So what's that turquoise point?

It was a turquoise sword! It struck straight from the air towards Zuo Yiyuan, like a turquoise meteor falling.

But Zuo Yiyuan turned a blind eye, and when he raised his right hand slashed to the right, and with a bang, everyone saw a turquoise folded line crossed in the air, and the next moment, the ground of the martial arts arena was nailed like a turquoise sword.

On the ground, the previous "pine evergreen" turned into a turquoise flame and roared in all directions.

I saw that next to the turquoise sword nailed to the ground, there was a turquoise flame gradually condensing and condensing, and the evergreen figure of Na Song was revealed.

As soon as he appeared, he took a sharp breath, then sealed it with one hand and put it to his mouth, and at this moment, Zuo Yiyuan's figure disappeared again in the air.

It can't be said to be disappearing, strictly speaking, Zuo Yiyuan should have moved at an extremely fast speed and left that position.

At the same time, a hand suddenly grabbed at Song Changqing's chest, and I saw that the inky black qi on the tip of the index finger on that hand reappeared.

Song Changqing saw that the fingers with inky black aura were about to catch him, his eyes widened, he took three steps back, and spewed out a cloud of turquoise flames, his hands seemed to have eight arms, and he quickly sealed, and his body turned into turquoise flames and wrapped around the turquoise long sword, and he didn't know where to escape.

And Zuo Yiyuan stood at the place where Song Changqing Xianqian was standing at this time, waving his arms to disperse the turquoise flames, and naturally he couldn't see the figure of Song Changqing in front of him.

So he threw away the broken clothes in his left hand, shook his left hand, the blood and flesh in his nails were flying, he tilted his head slightly, and slanted at the pine evergreen who appeared behind him, and smiled slightly: "It's a bit of a skill." ”

The sound was not loud or small, but it had already fallen into Song Changqing's ears.

Why didn't he hear a bit of sarcasm and provocation from these words? Who dared to insult him like this?

At this time, Song Changqing's face turned a little pale, because the continuous use of the flame clone technique in the "Blue Fire Divine Power" to dodge Zuo Yiyuan's attack made his mana consumption a little large.

Moreover, the white short sword in Zuo Yiyuan's hand must not be ordinary, otherwise how could he pull his "Blue Fire Sword" away all at once?

None of that matters, though.

The important thing is, why is this Zuo Yiyuan able to perceive the source of his attack every time the flame clone? It can be seen that every time Zuo Yiyuan makes a defensive move, he is the first to prepare, just like taking out the white short sword in advance and waiting for him to attack from behind.

And also.

Song Changqing clutched his chest while thinking, the wound that was cut by Zuo Yiyuan's unknown magic technique was now getting more and more painful.

The inky black qi that appeared on Zuo Yiyuan's finger as sharp as a knife, what is that magic technique?

That's the trickiest thing for him.

That thing was able to shatter its own blue fire supernatural powers, and it also easily broke its own defenses, which was completely not to be underestimated.

Why does it hurt so much?!

Song Changqing was surprised to find that the pain range of the wound on his chest seemed to be greater, he frowned, and took away his hand covering his chest in a cold sweat, only to see that there seemed to be a layer of black qi on the edge of the wound, slowly expanding the wound.

What the hell is this!?

Song Changqing looked at Zuo Yiyuan angrily, only to see the latter smiling at himself, and that smile seemed to say to himself, the victory or defeat has been achieved, and he looked like he was holding the victory.

Song Changqing gritted his teeth, used his mana to resist the black qi at the wound on his chest, and tried his best to suppress the injury and prevent it from exaggerating again, and then he gritted his teeth and asked coldly: "What kind of magic technique is this?"

Zuo Yiyuan smiled even more happily when he heard this, and said, "I don't seem obligated to let you know what my supernatural power is, right?"

Na Song Changqing's eyes were eager to eat him, and Zuo Yiyuan shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll tell you about it, anyway, I'm not afraid to leak the secret of the magic technique, so that you can lose more clearly." ”

"You know that the culmination of the magic of lethality is the three calamities of 'Heavenly Thunder', 'Earth Fire' and 'Wind Relief'. ”

"And my supernatural technique 'Black Flame' is the branch of the disaster of 'Earth Fire', of course, my little supernatural skill is naturally not as good as my Senior Sister Xu's 'Other Shore Flower' that is infinitely close to 'Earth Fire', it is so slightly inferior, but 'Black Flame' is also a first-class supernatural power no matter how it is said, with the two characteristics of 'sharp' and 'maggot of tarsal bones'. ”

Saying that, Zuo Yiyuan laughed again, and said to Song Changqing: "So I'm not afraid of revealing the secret of the 'Black Flame' magic technique at all, I can naturally beat it, and I can't beat it, I don't want to hide it." ”

As he spoke, Zuo Yiyuan's face suddenly turned cold, and he pointed at Song Changqing suddenly, and said to him quite seriously: "Okay." That's pretty much the, I can tell you plainly, you're no match for me, and the Black Flame is already attached to you, so you can't dispel it or use your mana to stop it from spreading. ”

"And 'Black Flame' is not the kind of magic power that kills with one blow, it will slowly consume your mana, devour your flesh and blood, until you become a pile of white bones, so it is impossible to trigger the protection of the big array on this martial arts field, I advise you not to struggle as soon as possible, quickly admit defeat, I will take back 'Black Flame', and go to recuperate quickly." ”

Gao Zizhen, who was sitting in the VIP seat, smiled, thinking that this Zuo Yiyuan was worthy of being the apprentice of the master, and he was really powerful, and then he looked at the old man with a short figure on the high platform opposite, but he squinted his eyes.

The old man named Songyang didn't even have any panicked expression on his face at this time, why was this?

Do you still have confidence in your son in this situation?

Your son Song Changqing has been hit by the black flame supernatural power and has entered a desperate situation, if he continues like this, he will definitely lose, or he is about to admit defeat now, why are you still so light-hearted?

Is there any way to break the game at this time?

Song Yang looked at the situation on the martial arts arena lightly.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Knowing the son is more than the father.

He naturally knows what kind of guy his son Song Changqing is.

I saw that Song Changqing on the field was unbearable by the pain of the black flame, the green tendons on his head burst out, and he shed cold sweat, he smiled after hearing what Zuo Yiyuan of the Yuzong said that day.

Then he lifted the sword of blue fire and pressed it against his chest.

That Gao Zizhen looked at the situation on the field and instantly widened his eyes, is this ......

And Songyang was holding his arms, and there was a rare smile on Gujing Wubo's face.

This is my son of Songyang.

And Zuo Yiyuan, who was also on the stage, was first puzzled when he saw this scene, and then shocked, extremely shocked.

He felt incredulous and hurriedly said, "Hey...... Won't it......"

Na Song Changqing gritted his teeth and waved his sword casually, only to see a piece of skin and flesh cut off his chest and fall to the ground, and then a large amount of blood gushed out from his chest, but he quickly stopped it.

I saw Song Changqing tear off half of the robe on his body, wrapped it around his body, bandaged the wound on his chest, and then endured the pain and smiled: "Why is the husband afraid to go to these two taels of meat?!"

So the audience on the field cheered after a short silence.