Of these three battles, will the winner be the first to be decided here?

The disciples of the eastern rudder were all depressed, and some female disciples even lowered their heads, not daring to look.

The disciples of the northern rudder were in high spirits, waiting for the coming victory.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, Wang He finally touched Lin Yang.

Then, gently lift it up.

Lin Yang's body was still trying to adapt to the Sky Technique, as long as there was a slight shake, Wang He on the side would immediately step forward and help him straighten his body.

In this situation, everyone below was stunned.

"What... What's the situation? The king shouldn't be this kind of person!"

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Senior Brother Wang, I'm wrong about you!"

Everyone watched this touching scene, and the friendship between the same door was vividly displayed.

Wang He looked at Lin Yang softly, his eyes were like looking at his own brother, oh no, he was just looking at himself!

The cries of the battle platform on this side gradually attracted other people, and in the end, even Zhang Xueyin and Yun Wuyi stopped and looked there.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

A breeze blew, and the figure of an old man appeared in front of the battle platform.

"See the Sect Master!"

Everyone present saluted Cheng Moyuan with fists, including the Moyu Lion King.

"Well, get up. Cheng Moyuan said casually with a smile on his face.

"Who is this person. Cheng Moyuan looked at the king in the air and asked.

"Sect Master, this person is a disciple of the Northern Outer Sect, Wang He, who is engaged in a small battle with Lin Yang at this time. The Moyu Lion King replied with a step forward.

"Okay, okay! If you can be like Wang He in the future, no matter what the occasion, you can support each other with your fellow disciples, I, Tianyuan Sect, why don't you worry!" Cheng Moyuan's face became even more smiling, and he said to the disciples of Tianyuan Sect present.

Above, Wang He, who was controlled by Lin Yang's body, was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth widened, smiling like a flower, and taking care of his body even harder.

Chu Aotian looked at the two people who loved each other above, and wondered: "It's strange, how can this king not be like being evil." ”

Cheng Moyuan's ears were sharp, and he calmly turned around and began to look for Jiang Ziyan, and then a dodge came behind her.

Try to make a kind appearance, Cheng Moyuan lowered his body and asked, "God... This little disciple, do you have any opinions?"

Chu Aotian also knew that there were a lot of people here, so he still wanted to give him some face for the sect master, and said respectfully: "Sect master, I just think that the king is too good to Lin Yang, just like the disciples of our eastern rudder." ”

"Could it be that this little ancestor is hinting at me?"

After Cheng Moyuan heard this, he began to make up his brain frantically, and finally coughed dryly twice, slowly walked to the bottom of the battle platform, and looked at the two people in the air.

"Wang He, you still took the initiative to help your junior brother Lin Yang during the small battle of the two rudders, this kind of spirit, what is precious! You are really the model of my Tianyuan Sect! In this small battle, I hope that the two of you will fight bravely to win! After the end of the battle, I will transfer you from the northern rudder to the eastern rudder to help more junior brothers and sisters!"

After Cheng Moyuan finished announcing, he ignored the admiring voices around him, but quietly glanced at Chu Aotian's ice coffin.

That look seemed to say: Brother Tian, I'm doing a good job!

Jiang Ziyan tilted his head slightly, and said to Chu Aotian: "Little thing, what the hell are you doing." ”

"I didn't do anything! what's wrong with this old man?" Chu Aotian was also inexplicable at this time, and he didn't know what to say.

Lin Yang above was also stunned, shook his head speechlessly, and continued to use Wang and help himself adapt to the Sky Technique.

"Heavenly Lightning Strike!"

At this time, the roar of the magic technique came from another battle platform, attracting everyone's attention.

It turned out that even if he used the Mo Heng of the Nine Transformations of the Xuan Turtle, he was still no match for Huang Tianba, who was full of firepower, and after a hard battle, he finally opened the distance at this time and used his tactics.

Thunderclouds formed quickly above, and a muffled sound could be heard.

Huang Tianba glanced at the clouds, shook his head, and said to the panting Mo Heng: "Give up, you are not my opponent." ”

As soon as the words fell, the thunder in the sky seemed to be enraged, and it crashed down and hit Huang Tianba's body.

"Tyrannosaurus Armor!"

A layer of armor like dragon scales appeared on his body, and Huang Tianba was bathed in thunder and lightning, like a god of war, walking towards Mo Heng step by step.

Only then did he know his name, how nice it sounded!

Heaven!

"Now you are still a bit of a man. ”

Suddenly, a crisp female voice came from the audience.

Huang Tianba's body was shocked, and he turned his head indifferently to look at the woman with her hands in front of her chest at this time.

That tall figure, that indifferent smile, that elegant temperament.

"Goddess, goddess finally sees me!"

Huang Tianba's heart shouted wildly, his blood surged, his heart beat faster, and his whole face turned red due to excitement.

"Purple Smoke! I'm coming!"

Huang Tianba didn't care about Mo Heng, jumped off the battle platform in one step, and ran towards Jiang Ziyan tremblingly.

He felt as if all the grievances he had suffered before were worth it! Jiang Ziyan still had a good impression of him!

"Evil Barrier!"

With a bang, before touching the corner of Jiang Ziyan's clothes, Huang Tianba was suppressed by Cheng Moyuan on the side and fell unconscious.

"Huang Tianba fell off the battlefield, the winner, the eastern rudder, Mo Heng!"

The Moyu Lion King announced the result with a strange expression.

The next moment, the disciples of the eastern rudder broke out into loud cheers, while the direction of the northern rudder was extremely silent.

All this happened too fast, from Huang Tianba stepping on the thunder, to Jiang Ziyan's voice, to Huang Tianba's desperate running, and finally being suppressed to the ground, only a few breaths.

The disciples of the western rudder did not react at all, and a battle situation that was originally extremely advantageous was defeated in an instant.

Mo Heng stood in place, still pinching the magic trick in his hand, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Xueyin's face was expressionless, in this small battle, after he saw Lin Yang and Mo Heng, he was sure of victory, but he didn't expect that Huang Tianba on his side was more stupid than Lin Yang.

Jiang Ziyan blocked Chu Aotian's chatter, and looked at Huang Tianba, who fainted on the ground in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, rather speechless.

After a few breaths, the disciples of the northern rudder reacted, and the entire morale dropped suddenly.

"Senior Brother Huang actually lost like this. ”

"It's over, it's all over. ”

Zhang Xueyin looked at the disciples on his side who were all depressed, and secretly gritted her teeth.

"Yun Wuyi, let's fight!"

The white sword was unsheathed again, and a piercing cold swept through the entire field.

"Come on!"

Yun Wuyi drew his dragon spear without showing weakness, and shook it, and a gust of wind instantly blew away the ice chips flying on the field.

In a few breaths, the two of them climbed their momentum to the extreme.

"Kill!"

The next moment, the white sword and the spear collided fiercely, and because of the weapon, Zhang Xueyin had a slight advantage in this confrontation.

Knocked back half a step by a blow, Zhang Xueyin took advantage of the situation and turned around, the ice cubes on both arms were rapidly condensing, and then slammed the white sword into the ground.

"Against the cold!"

With the white sword as the center, the ground was first swept by a burst of cold air, and then the dark ice appeared, freezing the ground inch by inch.

"Surrounding disciples, retreat!"

Li Beiguang shouted beside the battle platform that he would also come to maintain order at the scene tonight.

A few Qi Refining Stage disciples who were closer to the battle platform couldn't dodge, and their faces were instantly covered with a layer of frost, and they fell straight down.

The elders on the side came in time to save the person and looked at the venue in shock.

"What is the relationship between this person and Yin Longjiang?" asked the Moyu Lion King looking at Cheng Moyuan.

"Zhang Xueyin is the only disciple of Yin Longjiang... No, it should be said that it is a righteous son. Cheng Moyuan pondered for a moment and said.

"No wonder, the way of fighting is so similar, if I have the chance, I would really like to fight with City Lord Yin. The Moyu Lion King nodded and said with a smile.

Cheng Moyuan glanced at him and didn't speak.

The people outside the field are still injured by this cold air, let alone Yun Wuyi in the field?

Resisting the stinging pain in his skin, Yun Wuyi quickly retreated, dodging the rapidly expanding ice, and when he retreated to the edge of the battle platform, he jumped up and widened the distance.

Yun Wuyi in the air didn't take a breath, and the cold ice on the ground suddenly gathered into a sharp ice thorn, stabbing towards him quickly.

At the critical moment, Yun Wuyi drew his spear, shattered the ice thorn, and then raised his hand to grab it to the sky.

"Return to the Cloud Dragon!"

In the dark night, a cloud rolled rapidly, and finally condensed into a cloud dragon, and rushed towards Zhang Xueyin on the ground with Yun Wuyi's hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Xueyin raised his hand unhurriedly, and with his movements, the ice on the ground also quickly reorganized, forming an identical giant hand, facing the cloud dragon that rushed down.

Rumble!

The two behemoths collided and exploded one after another, and the sharp ice slag swept in all directions along with the clouds.

With a wave of his hand, a large protective shield appeared around, blocking the aftermath of these battles.

Before people could react, Yun Wuyi raised his hands again and made a move, and two more clouds in the night sky were pulled and transformed into dragons, entangled with each other and attacked Zhang Xueyin.

"Hmph, do you want to spell the real yuan, come on!"

Zhang Xueyin clenched his fists with both hands, urging his true yuan with all his might, and at the same time, the solid ice on the ground contracted violently, and finally changed into two giant ice fists, smashing towards the two cloud dragons in the sky.

The sound of dragon groans and explosions was endless, and the battle between the two made those Qi Refining Stage disciples who had never seen the world see what a genius was.

After a dozen breaths, the battle stopped.

The night sky was cloudless, and the moonlight shone down unhindered.

And there was no ice on the ground, only Zhang Xueyin was gasping for breath.

Yun Wuyi fell slowly, sweating on his forehead, and looked at Zhang Xueyin, who was also physically exhausted.

"Senior Brother Yun, come on, let them taste the power of our eastern rudder!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, hold on!"

There were cheering shouts from the field, and everyone looked here.

Even Lin Yang temporarily stopped practicing, paying attention to them with Wang He's body.

Finally, at a certain moment, the two fought together again!