Yun Xiaoxie saw that he was about to defeat Tang Wenshi, and the smug look on his face was not concealed at all, if he had a tail, he would definitely be in the sky at this moment. 【For more exciting, please visit】

The stick shadow in the sky fell mercilessly, and Tang Wenshi was so small in front of the stick shadow.

However, after all, Tang Wenshi is a cultivation master of the seventh layer of the Jindan realm, even if he is placed in the seventy-six people of the Shushan faction to participate in this heart magic war, his cultivation is also in the middle and upper reaches, and the cultivation of Song Yourong of Wanhua Immortal Mansion is almost the same, and what he cultivates is the famous defensive magic weapon of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Huangqi Sword Immortal, and his defense is very strong.

No matter how strong the defense is, there is a tipping point!

Yun Xiaoxie's shamelessness, coupled with the invisible strength of the second type of the Eight Desolations ** Stick Method, broke the defensive sword circle of the Huangqi Immortal Sword, and directly faced Yun Xiaoxi, Tang Wenshi still has the strength to fight, after all, the cultivation of people is there, and it is better than Yun Xiaoxi.

It is not surprising that he is still making the last struggle even if the defensive sword circle is broken.

However, it is not false at all if manpower is exhausted sometimes.

Under the phantom, after insisting on a full stick of incense for a long time, Tang Wenshi finally showed his decline, and his body had been forced to the boundary on the edge of the ring, and there was no way to retreat. The golden light of the Huangqi Immortal Sword in his hand also slowly dimmed, and after not knowing how many speeding phantoms he resisted, Tang Wenshi felt more and more powerless, and the aura in his body gradually consumed more than half.

On the north side of the first line of water and sky, in the crowd of demon sect disciples, Shi Shaobei, the first fairy of the Dementor Sect, seemed to have forgotten that the stinky dumb was not good to him, and he also forgot his grievances, clapping his hands and applauding, quite excited.

Unexpectedly, just as she was cheering for Yun Xiaoxie, a man's voice came slowly, saying, "Shaobei, there are two junior disciples of your Dementor Sect next to you who are competing, why did you come here." ”

Shi Shaobei was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, and then his expression suddenly stiffened slightly, his eyes flashed, and he smiled: "It turned out to be Uncle Sun, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The person who came was a man in a lilac robe, who looked like he was in his early thirties, his face was like a knife, his eyes were like electricity, his steps were steady, and his breath was long.

When the surrounding Demon Sect disciples saw this person, they immediately showed respectful and fearful expressions, and they all let go of their bodies.

The man surnamed Sun smiled: "What Uncle Sun, you still call me Senior Brother Sun like when you were a child." ”

Shi Shaobei pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "I don't dare, we can't mess with the seniority." In the last Heart Demon Battle, you achieved the second place, and now that you are back here again, do you want to find trouble with that Zhao Wushuang? However, Zhao Wushuang of the Kunlun faction does not seem to have come this time. ”

This man surnamed Sun turned out to be Sun Hai of the Demon Sect Ancient Demon Sect, who was the second place in the last Heart Demon Fantasy War!

In the past hundreds of years, Sun Hai can be said to be a very outstanding young master in the Demon Sect, in the last three hundred years, only two hundred and forty years ago, Wan Qizi of the Demon Sect now in the Blood Condensation Hall participated in the Heart Demon Fighting Method, he was the second, and his cultivation was extremely deep.

Sun Hai is the seventh disciple of Mu Qingyang, the old monster demon lord of the Ancient Demon Gate, and Qin Daoyi, one of the six sons who have become famous in the world in recent years, is Mu Qingyang's closed disciple and Sun Hai's junior disciple.

Sixty years ago, Sun Hai and Kunlun wizard Zhao Wushuang only lost half a move in the battle for the first place. And everyone in the world knows that if Zhao Wushuang hadn't suddenly sacrificed the Kunlun faction's famous magic weapon Yin-Yang Mirror at a critical juncture, it is not certain who will win and who will lose.

Due to Sun Hai's penance in the past few decades, he has made an exception and has been promoted to the elder of the Ancient Demon Sect, responsible for guarding the Demon Sect's Holy Land Barbarian Temple. Shi Shaobei didn't expect that Sun Hai, who had always guarded the temple, would also come this time.

Sun Hai walked to Shi Shaobei's side, his lightning-like eyes suddenly showed a wry smile, shook his head slightly, and said, "Don't talk about this, what, you seem to have a very different view of the young man named Yun Xiaoye on the stage." （）”

Shi Shaobei's face turned slightly red, and he said angrily: "What are you talking about." ”

Sun Haidao: "Hey, you have grown up in a blink of an eye, but as a senior brother, I still have to remind you a few words, the opposition between good and evil, or ......"

Shi Shaobei suddenly interrupted him and said, "Did Bai Feifei tell you something?"

Sun Hai was silent, as if he had acquiesced.

Shi Shaobei's face turned pale, and he said: "I know that it is definitely Bai Feifei's ghost, and I don't need to say anything about Shi Shaobei!"

Sun Hai looked at the young man in Tsing Yi who was attacking frantically on the stage, his face remained unchanged, and said: "Who made us fellow villagers, although we are in different factions of the Holy Sect, but no matter what, you and I came out of the same place, I and your father Shi Laosan were still the best playmates when I was a child, and now that your father has passed away for many years, I naturally want to look at you a little, I am afraid that you will go the wrong way." ”

Shi Shaobei rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Hey, hey, why are you talking about Chen Zi's hemp and rotten grains again?" Uncle Sun, Uncle Sun!"

Sun Hai's age is only ten years old, and he looks like he is in his early thirties, which shows that his cultivation is far higher than that of ordinary people in the Demon Sect.

His face suddenly became bitter, and he turned his head to look at Shi Shaobei, who was pouting like a little girl, and a long-lost smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said: "What? I said that you will make you temperamental? Although we are in different factions of the Holy Sect, each of us is the master, but no matter what, I am indeed your elder, when your father Shi Laosan entrusted you to me when he was dying, I will naturally be responsible for you, and in the future, I will not get too close to people in the righteous path, especially that Yun Xiaoxie, I am for your good." ”

"Humph!"

Shi Shaobei rolled his strange eyes, turned his head and left, not taking Sun Hai's words to heart at all.

"You girl, get angry when you say a few words?"

Sun Hai looked at Shi Shaobei's distant back, and shook his head helplessly, a faint melancholy suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Maybe he was worried about Shi Shaobei's future and fate.

Perhaps it was the fear of the growing struggle in the Holy Religion.

He was really afraid that once the Holy Sect was in civil strife, the Ancient Demon Sect and the Dementor Sect would definitely fight in order to unify the Holy Sect, and then he and this little niece would really face each other?

The people who care about Yun Xiaoxiao are not just some juniors, there is a peerless predecessor of the Demon Sect who is also silently watching the fighting methods between Yun Xiaoxiao and Tang Wenshi.

Mr. Ghost!

The ghost gentleman stretched out his hand and beckoned, and a black-robed old man respectfully walked behind him, it was actually the Demon Sect Soul Devouring Ancestor that Yun Xiaoyi met in Shitai City that day!

Mr. Ghost pointed to the seventh fighting ring, and said lightly: "Is it that kid from the Shushan faction?"

The Soul Eater Ancestor nodded slowly, and said, "It's him, I can recognize him when he turns to ashes!" The ugly stick in his hand was very treacherous, and I almost suffered a loss at that time. ”

"Humph!"

Mr. Ghost snorted heavily, and said lightly: "Who let you secretly cultivate the Nine Ghost Soul Array by yourself? With your Dao deeds, you are also worthy of urging this kind of mysterious magic array left by the Ghost King's predecessors?"

The Soul Eater Ancestor's face froze, but he didn't look angry, it seemed that this great demon of the Demon Sect, who had been famous for a hundred years, was like a child in front of the mysterious Mr. Ghost.

Mr. Ghost suddenly said: "I don't have much interest in the magic weapon in the hands of the Shushan boy, I originally thought it was the Netherworld, but it was a short stick, I am now quite interested in another thing, I didn't expect that I would be able to see her again in six hundred years, you go to find the evil ghost, and talk to him......"

Mr. Ghost's voice disappeared suddenly, and the words behind him could not be heard by outsiders at all, so he directly communicated with the Soul Devouring Ancestor with the divine power of transmitting the sound into the secret.

The Soul Eater Ancestor's face changed again and again, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in his life, his eyes widened, and even a grunt of astonishment came out of his throat.

Mr. Ghost said, "Did you hear it all clearly?"

The Soul Eater Ancestor shook his body and said, "Listen...... Hear me clearly, it's just that this thing is too weird......"

"You tell the demons as I say, and you are not qualified to ask about the rest. ”

"Ming...... I see. ”

After the Soul Eater Ancestor retreated, Mr. Ghost's eyes looked at the seventh ring in the distance again, this time it was very strange, he was not looking at the two people fighting fiercely on the stage, but at a beautiful girl in white clothes dancing and shouting with joy on the south side of the first line of water and sky.

Plum leaves!

Yun Xiaoye is definitely the kind of hypocrite who beats the water dogs, seeing that Tang Wenshi couldn't hold on, he accelerated the little mental power that was left in his body, and didn't give Tang Wenshi any respite.

Under the urging of his telekinesis, the nameless short stick in his hand shot at the man in the Confucian robe who was still resisting on the opposite side along with the shadow of the stick in the sky.

Tang Wenshi saw the nameless short stick flying, his pupils contracted slightly, knowing that this magic weapon was by no means comparable to an ordinary phantom, he gathered the last strength of his whole body at the moment, and slashed over with the fairy sword in his hand, wanting to forcibly block this stick with the power of one blow.

"Bang!"

The Huang Qi Immortal Sword let out a roar when it collided with the nameless short stick that came to him, Tang Wenshi's body was shocked, and it was already attached to the enchantment prohibition that rippled like water waves, and with a pop, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out of Tang Wenshi's mouth, and his originally pale and bloodless face was even more colorless at this moment.

Yun Xiaoxie stepped on Xuantian and galloped up, stretched out his hand to grab it, the nameless short stick was grabbed by him in his hand, and the stick shadows in the sky suddenly stopped, and at least more than ten of them had rushed to Tang Wenshi less than three feet in front of him.

Looking at the gray stick shadow that suddenly froze motionless in mid-air, there was silence in the world on the stage, only the wind was blowing slowly.

Under the pressure of the black clouds, Yun Xiaoye stood in the ring, looked at Tang Wenshi opposite, and smiled.

Tang Wenshi finally smiled bitterly as if he was resigned, and his expression was quite frustrated.

"I lost. ”

"...... Uproar"

There was an uproar on the side of the surrounding righteous path disciples, originally everyone thought that Tang Wenshi could win, but unexpectedly, Yun Xiaoxiao was not very old, but the Dao Xing was unfathomable, and he forced Tang Wenshi to defeat without being injured!

"Boss! Boss wins!"

The little fat king waved the two small flags in his hand and cheered, and more than ten disciples of the Shushan faction also shouted, happy for Yun Xiaoxie.

This time in the Heart Demon Fantasy Battle, the number of people in the Shushan faction who entered the second stage of the fighting method was forty-eight, and so far, the five disciples of Shushan who appeared in the first four games, Gu Yufeng, Feng Yuanji, Zuo Kui, Han Xuemei, and Yun Xiaoxi, all won and advanced without exception!

The hundred and ten disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect shook their heads helplessly, obviously very frustrated by this result.

Yun Xiaoye stood in the ring with his arms outstretched as he cheered, laughing very smugly, with a lewd and proud face.

On the south side of the Tianshu Jade Terrace, the Purple Cloud Fairy standing behind Yun Canghai naturally saw that her son Yun Xiaoye had won the victory in the seventh ring, she was quite surprised, and said, "Xiaoxiao seems to have won?!"

The drunken Taoist standing next to him took out the big wine gourd on his waist and took a few sips, and said lazily: "Senior Sister Ziyun, you seem to be very surprised." ”

The Purple Cloud Fairy glanced at the drunken Taoist slightly sideways, and shook her head with a wry smile.

Xuanbing Palace Elder Ding Mian naturally heard the words of the two clearly, smiled and said to Yun Canghai, "Tiger Father has no dogs, as far as I know, Yun Xiaoxiao's nephew is only fifteen years old this year, I didn't expect that even Tang Wenshi was defeated in his hands, especially the move that broke Tang Wenshi's invisible sword circle with the Huangqi Immortal Sword just now, it was very powerful. ”

Yun Canghai smiled indifferently and said, "The children are just lucky. ”

In the crowd, in front of the sixth fighting ring, Yang Zhaodi, who was dressed in water green clothes, saw that Yun Xiaoye had won in the ring next door, her eyebrows raised slightly, and she muttered a few words, but she didn't know what to say.

Although she has been watching the fighting method in the sixth ring, she also pays attention to the fighting method between Yun Xiaoxie and Tang Wenshi in the seventh ring next door, and even says that most of her mind is on the seventh ring, seeing that Yun Xiaoxie won, she muttered a few words and there was no big accident, Yun Xiaoxie rescued her in Shitai City that day, and in the face of the green light shot by the mysterious man in the coffin, she and the void and Situ Feng were powerless to fight, only Yun Xiaoxie seemed to be unaffected, and Yang Zhaodi was already deeply jealous of Yun Xiaoxie's Taoism at that time.

In fact, Yang Zhaodi was wrong, Yun Xiaoxie was not afraid of the Netherworld Thaumaturgy cultivated by the Soul Devouring Ancestor back then, mainly because of Yun Xiaoxie's short stick magic weapon, which had nothing to do with his own cultivation depth.

Qian Thirteen Sister, who was dressed in a black veil, shook her veil lightly a few times, and a trace of strangeness slipped through her dead fish-like eyes, and slowly left the crowd below the ring.

After Elder Whitebeard announced his victory, Yun Xiaoye ran out of the ring and walked into the crowd of Shushan disciples, and said with a smile: "I was very stylish just now!"

After everyone was overjoyed, Song Yourong smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to improve so quickly in just a few months! Congratulations!"

Yun Xiaoye waved his hand, not modest and polite, and said, "What is this! I came for the first place this time!"

"Poof......

The dozen or so Shushan disciples around all laughed in unison, shook their heads, said a few more words and dispersed in twos and threes, going to other rings to watch the fighting competition that was still going on.

This fourth fight, the most fierce is the third ring, the outstanding disciple of the Xuanbing Palace, Li Miao, against the outstanding disciple of the Dementor Sect, Lu Shan, both of them are young masters of the flying sword realm, the confrontation is fierce, when Yun Xiaoxie and Song Yourong and others came, the entire ring was flattened by a few feet, and it is estimated that the intensity can be compared with the last Han Xuemei and Ke Xingyun. At this moment, the two are still evenly matched, and there is no winner or loser.

The ice dragon conjured up by Li Miao, an elite disciple of the Xuanbing Palace, rolled and roared in the ring, and the surrounding temperature was obviously much colder.

Lu Shen of the Dementor Sect was not afraid at all, and fought against several Yin Spirits, and at the same time, the magic weapon in his hand, the fish bone sword, the black light and blood light flashed at the same time, and the sound of ghosts crying filled the world.

Yun Xiaoxiao glanced at it a few times, and then saw that Xu Tiandi and Xu Xiaoya were also standing on the periphery watching this battle in the Flying Sword Realm, he said to Song Yourong Xiaopang, and walked towards the grandfather and grandson.

In the battle with Tang Wenshi just now, the reason why he was able to win and break the invisible sword circle was mainly because Xu Tiandi reminded himself in the morning, and he was a little more suspicious of this strange short and fat old man in his heart.

"Little girl. ”

Yun Xiaoye walked behind the two and shouted.

The little girl turned around, and when she saw that it was Yun Xiaoxie, she immediately said happily: "Dumb!

Yun Xiaoxiao scratched his head, as if he had forgotten the mess that the little girl had called him dumb in public before, grinned, and looked at Xu Tiandi.

Xu Tiandi also looked at him, just glared, did not greet Yun Xiaoxie, and then his eyes fell on the showdown between Li Miao and Lu Shan in the ring.