On Shenyang Peak, the black clouds in the sky are thicker, and electric snakes are dancing wildly in the black clouds, thunder is gusting, and the wind and rain are more urgent.

Under the stage of "White Tiger", everyone's eyes looked at Liu Zifeng, and many disciples showed sympathy in their eyes.

"That's too much, isn't it?"

"It's just a competition, why should you ruin the right method treasure?"

"This grudge is big, wait to see a good show!"

The voices of a group of people whispering came out, but more people were quietly waiting for the next competition. According to common sense, if the magic weapon is destroyed, there is not much combat power, and most of them will directly admit defeat. It's just that this scene hasn't appeared in the sect for decades, and all the disciples are secretly speculating in their hearts.

The Fortune Divination Heavenly Destiny was still behind the huge ancient tree, his face was slightly angry, and he secretly said in his heart: After this time, I will teach Zifeng more things about the Book of Divination. Being bullied like this, even he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

In the crowd, the woman wearing a hat was full of anger at this time, looking at the figure in the corner of the stage that seemed to be lost and depressed, and felt sad for no reason. The anger in his heart seemed to explode in an instant, and he wanted to rush to the stage with one step to teach Fang Yanqi, who was a little arrogant at this time, a good lesson.

As soon as the thought came to him, a hand suddenly put on the woman's shoulder. The woman suddenly turned her head to look, and a figure with a black robe covering her whole body and half of her face hidden appeared in front of her. At the same time, a familiar and gentle voice sounded in her ears.

"Don't mess around, it's useless for you to rush up like this, it will only add to the chaos. This time, let's take it as a good training junior brother!"

The woman in the hat was silent when she heard this, but she still stopped as she said, and looked at Liu Zifeng who was still in the corner of the stage with infinite worry in her eyes.

The rain was sudden, and puddles were already on the ground on and off the stage.

Liu Zifeng was already soaking wet, and he lowered his head so that people couldn't see his expression at the moment. The blue light on his body had long since disappeared, and he staggered to his feet as he clutched the emerald green tip of his sword tightly in his right hand, dripping rain running down his hair.

Fang Yanqi's body was as red as fire, and all the rain that fell on his body was instantly evaporated by the power of the red sun, but it was no different from when he came. Seeing that Liu Zifeng was still staggering to his feet, he frowned and asked, "What, don't you still admit defeat?" Now that you don't even have a magic weapon, what other means do you have to deal with me?"

He was annoyed for a while, perhaps because Liu Zifeng's stubborn appearance made him extremely unhappy. Although there is a contradiction between him and Liu Zifeng, it has not reached the point of deciding life and death. In his opinion, the magic weapon of destroying Liu Zifeng was already a lesson for him.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

But seeing that Liu Zifeng finally stood firm for a long time, the rain fell on his body, forming a sharp contrast with Fang Yanqi on the opposite side. He chuckled a few times and looked up at the other side suddenly, which immediately startled Fang Yanqi.

A pair of red eyes as red as blood, unkempt, and blood stains at the corners of his mouth loomed under the flow of rain. The wet hair was sticking to the door of his head, but a deep and suppressed voice came from the mouth of the willow wind.

"Who do you think you are?"

Fang Yanqi was stunned for a moment, and the people in the audience who were staring at each other were also stupid, and the figure who was telling the destiny of heaven, the woman wearing a hat, and the figure in a black robe were all stunned. Even Elder Yun, who had been staring at the competition between the two not far from behind the stage, couldn't help but look sideways slightly.

Reacting, Fang Yanqi laughed angrily, and the red light around his body surged violently and said in a loud voice: "Okay, good, I want to see what else you can do!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the sky seemed to be darker, and even the rain around him was much less. When I looked at the sky again, I didn't know when it started, and the rain turned into snowflakes and fell down.

Fang Yanqi was puzzled, and suddenly his face changed, and he turned his head to look at Liu Zifeng opposite.

The wind was howling on the stage, and the climate seemed to have changed from midsummer to cold winter all of a sudden, and everyone couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly and look at this earth-shattering change with shocked faces.

Cyan, black, and blue, a total of three colors of light lit up from Liu Zifeng's body, mixing together to form an eerie inky blue. In front of him, the rain that had fallen before condensed into a thin layer of ice, and the inky blue air flow formed a whirlpool around his body, and Liu Zifeng was standing in the center of the whirlpool.

As soon as the arm of his right hand loosened, a black spike slipped from the arm between his sleeves, and a dark and eerie black light swirled on the spike.

"Fang Cai, do you want me to admit defeat?"

......

On the first "Qinglong" stage, there were Luochen Zhenren, Ji Zhengfa and Master Xuanyu sitting on the high ground, and the three of them were paying attention to the competition on the stage at the moment.

There is a person on the left, wearing a Shenyang Peak robe, Feng Shen is handsome, about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, and the blue light around his body shows the extraordinary talent of the master, it is Chen Yucai, the senior brother of Shenyang Peak;

Prior to this, the two had apparently fought for several rounds. One of the two is the triple realm of Qingxia Realm, and the other is the double peak, although Ji Zhongyang's realm is slightly inferior, but at this time, he shows his penance skills on weekdays. The blue light lingered, driving the broad sword magic weapon called "Chopping Sun", but it did not fall behind.

The audience was full of voices, and more than fifty percent of the sect disciples were attracted by this battle, which also indirectly belonged to the battle between Shenyang Peak and Luoyue Peak.

High on the stage, Luochen Zhenren smiled, looked at the two people in the field, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, Zhongyang, this kid has a tough temperament, can endure loneliness and penance, and it is really good to reach such a state." ”

Master Xuanyu echoed at the same time: "That's right, Ji Zhongyang's heart method is solid, and although his comprehension is slightly inferior to Chen Yucai, this persistence is really rare." ”

Ji Zhengfa's expression on his face remained unchanged, and he said with some concern: "Needless to say, it's just that Zhongyang has been in retreat for too long on weekdays, and he hasn't had much experience in fighting enemies, so he is still not the opponent of this little guy Yucai!"

On the stage, Chen Yucai and Ji Zhongyang did not take the lead, but stared at each other, looking for each other's mistakes.

In the blink of an eye, the blue light around the two suddenly soared, and their figures were blurred, and they were already fighting again in mid-air.

"Huh?"

Master Xuanyu let out a soft snort, his gaze seemed to have traveled hundreds of meters and looked straight in the direction of the "White Tiger" battle platform in the distance, and his face suddenly changed. Luochen Zhenren was keenly aware of the change in Master Xuanyu's face, and asked suspiciously, "Senior sister, what happened?"

Ji Zhengfa was also puzzled, and the two of them looked at the place where Master Xuanyu's gaze went, and their faces changed slightly. Luochen Zhenren thought for a moment, turned his head to look at Ji Zhengfa, and said, "Senior brother, the two people who are competing on the 'White Tiger' platform now are Yan Qi and the Liu Zifeng under your door, right?"

Ji Zhengfa squinted slightly, and looked into the distance, where the white expanse seemed to have suddenly stepped into the cold winter wax moon.

"Senior brother, junior sister, you watch here first, and I'll go over there to have a look. ”

Ji Zhengfa's face was a little solemn, and he looked a little anxious, but before leaving, he still informed the two of them before he disappeared in a flash.

Seeing Ji Zhengfa hurriedly leave his seat, Luochen Zhenren and Master Xuanyu were still looking at the direction of the "White Tiger" battle platform. After a while, Luochen Zhenren said loudly: "Senior sister, let's go over too." This kid called Liu Zifeng is extraordinary!"

Master Xuanyu nodded calmly, and said softly: "Yuru's younger brother, this kid looks a little stupid, I didn't expect to have such a thick accumulation. ”

The two figures disappeared from the high platform in an instant, and only a few disciples noticed that most of the disciples were watching the competition on the stage with full attention, shouting and cheering from time to time.

......

The "White Tiger" battle platform, this is already a land of ice and snow. Many of the people watching the battle in the audience retreated more than ten meters away at this time before they felt that their bodies had become warmer. Rao is like this, the people who are close are still a little embarrassed, and their upper and lower teeth are constantly chattering, but the fanaticism in their eyes can't be hidden.

Fang Yanqi was covered in crimson true qi, and at this time, he was not as turbulent and manic as before, but all of them were gathered around him, forming a protective light shield on the surface of his body. The magic weapon "Red Dragon" also returned to its normal color, floating in front of him and exuding bursts of flame.

At this moment, Fang Yanqi's face was as heavy as water, and his handsome face was full of unbelievable color. Obviously, the opponent's Dao Xing is only fivefold, but after the magic weapon is shattered and stimulated, I don't know what kind of means he used, and the power that faintly emanates is terrifying.

Although he was already surrounded by a red shield, there was still a trace of coolness like maggots on tarsal bones, penetrating through the shield and invading Fang Yanqi's body. In desperation, he had to use his mental method with all his strength again, injecting it into the shield and the "red dragon" in front of him.

On the other side, Liu Zifeng had no sadness or joy on his face, but his face was dirty, and his eyes were a little frighteningly red. He walked slowly forward step by step, and a clear ice and snow trail appeared behind him. Above his head, the cyan, blue, and black true qi intertwined, and from a distance, it looked more like a fierce demon flower in full bloom, constantly winding in the wind and snow, releasing bursts of cold power.

Seeing such a mighty situation, Fang Yanqi couldn't help but take a few steps back, the power of the hot sun on his body seemed to be a little weak, and the crimson light was much dimmer than before. Watching Liu Zifeng approach him step by step, his face flashed ruthlessly, and his fingertips pointed at the magic weapon "Red Dragon" that was beating in front of him.

The magic weapon suddenly comprehended the master's mind, and the light flashed and became dazzling again. Fang Yanqi's body flew into the air, and he recited the mantra silently with words in his mouth.

In an instant, a crimson halo suddenly spread from the "Red Dragon" sword body, and within three zhang of the body, the ice and snow instantly melted and evaporated. Then, the sword body of the "Red Dragon" trembled, and suddenly thousands of red sword shadows suddenly separated, and the dense sword shadows in mid-air were in Fang Yanqi's pale complexion, and as he drank all his life, he pointed at Liu Zifeng with a brush.

"Hurry!"

The illusory sword shadow separated by the "Red Dragon" shot towards the place where the willow wind was, just like the rain that was dripping in the sky just now!

Liu Zifeng paused, looked at the sword rain that was coming, and his face moved, and he put the "Soul Separation Thorn" in his sleeve. At the same time as the blue-black true qi appeared before, it perfectly hid the "Soul Separation Thorn". He glanced out of the corner of his eye, looked at the three rays of light in the distance, one in front of the other, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the corner of the "White Tiger" battle platform.

Everyone was watching the competition on the stage, and for a while, no one noticed that the real person in charge came.

The blood in the scarlet eyes gradually receded, and since the matter had reached such a point, how it ended was a matter of story. The three-color demon flower on Liu Zifeng's head suddenly burst into the air with all kinds of brilliance, as if opening the giant mouth of Sensen, and suddenly rushed to the place where the "red dragon" body was located.

Fang Yanqi's face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a wry smile, watching the huge flower engulf the "Red Dragon", his entire body seemed to lose support in an instant, like a bird hit by electric light and fell to the ground.