The battle of the Holy Sect was set up by the previous palace director of the Nine Shadows Palace, the purpose of which was to select outstanding disciples in the Holy Sect to cultivate.

But over time, many cultists believed that this battle was set up to elect the future co-ruler of the Western Regions.

In the Netherworld Pavilion, this is the attic set up by the Nine Secluded Palaces for the Netherworld Sect, and the other eleven sects also have one each.

Inside the building, Mo Linglong was pinching Zhao Wushuang's ears and said, "Little rabbit cub, can you bear it! Let you practice the mountain, do you dare to sneak away for the old lady?"

Zhao Wushuang tilted his head in amusement, his eyes kept blinking at Wan'er, who was fiddling with the white rainbow sword in her hand, looking like she couldn't see him.

Mo Linglong saw that the strength in her hand was even greater, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"No, no, no, it's in the sand, it's in the sand!" Zhao Wushuang smirked.

"Hmph!" Mo Linglong let go of her hand and tidied up the slightly wrinkled clothes in front of him for him.

Mo Linglong said a little seriously: "You are too reckless, do you know that Zao Wou-Ki is also there, and I don't see you wearing an ice skin mask, in case he finds out, will it be troublesome?"

Zhao Wushuang put away his smile, "Got it! I'll pay attention!"

"Well, prepare well for tomorrow's Holy Sect Ceremony, although I can't figure out the origin of "Night" as a teacher, but it is also a good choice to become the Holy Son of the Nine Shadows Palace. ”

"Okay! Master, sister, let's see tomorrow! Wushuang must be a god to block and kill gods, and demons to block and kill demons!"

"Less stinky and poor!

"Okay!" Zhao Wushuang turned into a puff of smoke and walked away.

At this time, above the end of the world, it was like the Beiling Sword Pond, with continuous snowfall.

On top of an open snowfield, Zhao Wushuang looked at the vast white snow, and felt a little emotional.

"Good snow!"

The ink scales were out of the sheath, without a trace of true qi, but the sword shadow was boundless, and for a while, it merged into one in this flying snow.

Where the sword pierces, there is a dense snowfall.

The sword danced and the ink scales returned to the sheath, Zhao Wushuang turned and left, but in the place where he danced the sword, there was not a single footprint, not even a trace.

As the saying goes: "The sword comes out without a trace, and the snow fills a thousand mountains!"

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Vertical day

The morning sun rises, and the warm sunlight shines on the earth, but it can't warm this land of the Western Regions.

On this day, it is the prosperous age of the twelve sects of the Nine Shadows Palace, and all the sect masters, Dharma protectors, hall masters, and palace masters are all gathered today with the sect members on this broken world.

In the center of the end of the world, a huge high platform has already been erected, the high platform is made of diamond, extremely hard, in the front of the high platform, a total of thirteen jade pu on it.

Around the high platform are rosewood chairs.

Mo Linglong is still wearing a black shirt, the difference is that she has changed her lazy color today, and a domineering aura surrounds her body, and everyone who looks at her has to lower their heads.

Behind her, Zhao Wushuang was wearing a white jade brocade robe, with a purple and gold crown on top of his long black hair, coupled with that handsome and somewhat bewitching face, which caused many women around him to look at him from afar.

And behind him are the two envoys on the left and right, the twelve elders, the seven Tan Tan Lords, and the thirty-two rudder helm masters.

Mo Linglong sat on the second jade pu, and the rest of the people were scattered around the battle platform.

Thirteen jade pus, except for the first one, the rest are all full, respectively, the twelve sect leaders.

Youtan Sect Leader Mo Linglong, Dark Moon Sect Leader Mu Yun, Spring Grass Hall Master Shangguan Feiyan, Ghost Demon Sect Master Feng Ying, Five Poisons Sect Leader He Xihua, Blood Sea Sect Leader Fan Changcun, Yin Flower Sect Master Wen Ji, Caiyang Sect Leader Hehuan, Ruthless Sect Master Leng Qianyan, Yin Yang Pavilion Master Bai Tu, Evil King Sect Master Lu Yuanding, Rakshasa Hall Master Luo Yu.

The twelve sect masters are all first-class masters in the Western Regions, sitting opposite Mo Linglong is the Dark Moon Sect Leader Mu Yun, he has gray temples, about forty-five or sixteen years old, he has always been the strongest person except for Ren Jiuyou, and he can't imagine that even a little girl is stronger than him in ten years, which makes him feel a sense of frustration.

While everyone was chatting, a black shadow slowly condensed on the first jade pu.

Everyone stood up, "Meet the palace master!"

After a battle not long ago, everyone understood the strength of this mysterious new palace master.

Ye Qing raised his hand and said with a smile: "Everyone, please be exempt! Today is the battle of the Holy Sect set up by the old palace director of my Nine Shades Palace, Nine Shadows, for the younger generation of my Holy Sect, and everyone present is the pillars of my Saint Sect. ”

"I won't say more, I think everyone knows it, but the rules have changed slightly. ”

"Anyone who wants to challenge just go to the battle platform to take the roll call, the person who is named must fight, everyone is the same, even if you want to challenge this seat, it's not impossible!"

"Hahaha!" everyone laughed and jokingly challenged him, it wasn't that too long to live!

A small sentence detonated the audience, and at this time, a young man in white flew up and landed on the battle platform.

At the front of the place where the Dark Moon Sect members were located, Mu Qinghe sat on a chair with his legs crossed, and he was a little puzzled: "Who is this person!"

A person next to him whispered: "Young Master Hui, it seems to be a member of the Youtan Sect!

Sure enough, the young man hugged his fists and said: "Wang Lin, the son of the Xiyue Sect of the Xia Youtan Sect, today I want to challenge the young master of my sect, Mo Wushuang!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and Zhao Wushuang in the audience was stunned for a moment, then smiled, got up and walked to the stage.

Behind Zhao Wushuang's seat, a middle-aged man's face turned blue, and Ling Xiao in front of him turned his head and glanced at him.

Mu Qinghe smiled dumbly and said, "This young man is very courageous! hasn't he seen the strength of their young master?"

Shangguan Ziyan, who had been a few feet away from Mu Qinghe, was puzzled and said, "The Youtan Sect is really full of talents! This young man is only fifteen or sixteen years old, can he fight with that Mo Wushuang?"

Zhao Wushuang stood on the stage and looked at Wang Lin from afar, "Hello!"

Wang Lin pursed his lips, "What's good, what's good! I really don't know what strength you have to be a young master, wait for the master to win and see how you still have the face to be a young master." ”

Before he finished speaking, Wang Lin couldn't wait to draw his sword and rush towards Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang chuckled: "You don't know what to do at such a young age?"

The long knife slashed at Zhao Wushuang, Zhao Wushuang stood in place without dodging, and when the long knife split Zhao Wushuang, Wang Lin was first happy, and then shocked, because this was just an afterimage.

Behind Wang Lin, Zhao Wushuang pressed one hand on his shoulder, "It's good to be young and vigorous, but you can't overdo it!" A breath came out of Zhao Wushuang's palm. Suddenly, the long knife in Wang Lin's hand fell to the ground and could not lift a trace of strength.

A figure flew to the battle platform and knelt down on one knee and said: "Subordinate to the king of Xiyue Fentan, please atone for the young master and spare the dog!"

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"Hmm!

Wang Zhichong was overjoyed: "Thank you, young master." ”

On the high platform, the Dark Moon Sect Leader Mu Yun chuckled and said, "The Mo Sect Master has accepted a good apprentice!

"At a young age, you can cultivate this profound body method to the fullest, and you are really a hero and a teenager!"

Mo Linglong's face remained unchanged, and she said indifferently: "It's ridiculous!"

Zao Woushuang stood with one hand clenched into a fist behind his back and a sword in the other, because he had won, so he had to wait for someone else's challenge.

Maybe it was because Zhao Wushuang was too strong at the stop just now, so that some people who didn't know his details didn't dare to come on stage.

A quarter of an hour later, someone finally couldn't take it anymore, and a man with his bare hands stepped onto the battlefield.

The man was in his twenties, with a slender body and calluses on his fists.

"Master of boxing!" Zhao Wushuang saw his details at a glance.

Mu Qinghe, who was in the audience, moved his position and said with interest: "Luo Cheng!

Everyone laughed and said: "Luo Cheng, the fourteenth rookie list, there is a good show to watch now!"

"In the Lower Rakshasa Hall Luo Cheng, I have seen Brother Mo!"

Zhao Wushuang replied: "I have seen Brother Luo in Xia Mo Wushuang!"

"Please!"

Zhao Wushuang inserted the ink-scale sword into the stone slab.

Luo Cheng frowned slightly: "You don't draw your sword?"

"No, don't you have weapons?"

Luo Cheng was slightly angry: "Since this is the case, then I won't force it!"

Mu Qinghe and Shangguan Ziyan in the audience were a little weird, "This scene seems familiar!"

Luo Cheng took the lead, and the speed was far faster than Wang Lin just now, and he came first with a punch.

Zhao Wushuang's feet were differentiated, and the stone slab under his feet cracked with a sharp twist of his hind feet, and a huge force came out from his waist and spread to his fist.

Boom!

The strength of the fist shook away the cold wind, and a figure flew upside down and rubbed against the smooth stone slab several feet away.

"I'll go! I'm not mistaken!" Iron Fist "Luo Cheng was shocked by someone with a punch!" The audience was a little incredulous.

On the contrary, Mu Qinghe and the others took it for granted, and he could even catch Drunken Qianjun's punch, not to mention your little Luo Cheng!

Luo Cheng stabilized his body and said in horror: "What a domineering fist!"

"I didn't expect Brother Mo to be a master of boxing, so he was underestimated!"

Zhao Wushuang hugged his fists and said: "Don't dare, I just know a little bit about it!"

"Uh.... Come again!"

The fist rises again, one punch to, and then there are thousands of punches, punches to the flesh, and punches splash everywhere.

Everyone present was a little enthusiastic.

On the high platform, several major sect leaders all looked sideways.

Luo Yu, the master of the Rakshasa Hall, was shocked and said: "In terms of boxing methods, only that little boxer Jun Mo can be pressed into a child, who did this little guy's boxing method learn from?" He turned to Mo Linglong and asked.

Mo Linglong said casually: "Self-taught! Anyway, this seat has never taught him." ”

“.......”

A few people secretly said: "I believe you are a ghost!"

The hard diamonds on the stage were shaken like dense cobwebs.

The two of you have gone back and forth for 300 tricks.

Mu Qinghe squinted his eyes slightly, "This guy has hidden his strength! ”

The two fists collided again, Zhao Wushuang took three steps back, while Luo Cheng took seven steps back.

Luo Cheng's face turned pale for a while, there were almost no people who could win him with only fists in the Western Regions for so many years.

He was a little angry and said, "How about a punch?"

After Zhao Wushuang clenched his left hand into a fist, his right hand stretched out and said, "That's what I mean!"

"Come!"

Luo Cheng clenched his fists, gathering the strength of his whole body and his fists.

Bang!

The entire diamond slab was shattered by his feet, and he smashed into Zhao Wushuang like a meteor.

Zhao Wushuang's hand strength after the defeat was exhausted, and when Luo Cheng was about to come to him, the fist strength that had been squeezed for a long time in the left hand of the negative suddenly exploded.

In the deafening sound, Luo Cheng crossed a long line in the sky and fell into the crowd, while Zhao Wushuang stood indifferently on the platform, but his right foot was completely naked and sunk into the stone platform.

The winner is clear!