In this second competition, except for Lu Xuan and Lian Jiuyou, no one thought that there would be any variables.

The peak of out-of-body versus the peak of fusion, the difference is not enough to describe the world of difference.

I'm afraid that as long as Feng Hua exhales, it will be enough to make Deng Qingquan go up in smoke.

But Deng Qingquan was still calm, which made everyone feel that the top and bottom of the Chiwu Sect had lost their minds and gone crazy.

And at this moment, I saw Deng Qingquan take out a storage bag, grab it casually, and a golden light suddenly bloomed.

Rumble!

A majestic body shining with golden light suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

It was a golden giant like a demon god, with a smooth shape and a domineering and flamboyant atmosphere. Immediately, he saw Deng Qingquan and the golden giant merge into one, and at that moment, the golden giant's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes seemed to spit out golden-colored flames.

The aura of terror seemed to envelop the entire testing ground as if a stormy wave had enveloped it.

At this moment, everyone in the Hexu Sect was dumbfounded.

How could they have ever seen such an existence as Golden Lux and felt a blank in their minds for a moment.

Even Luo Feizhang was shocked.

"What is this?"

He looked at Lu Xuan and asked in surprise.

Lu Xuan said with a smile: "This thing is called Golden Lux, which is a kind of magic weapon. ”

"Golden Lux?"

"A magic weapon that can become one with a person?" Luo Feizhang muttered, his face full of incredulity.

The huge golden giant was completely beyond Luo Feizhang's common sense.

In the field.

Feng Hua was also stunned, feeling the momentum of the golden giant in front of him, and a strong sense of threat arose, which made him instantly raise his vigilance.

However, Feng Hua still found it difficult to believe that a minor cultivator in the fusion period could compete with himself, a powerhouse at the peak of his out-of-body body, with only a humanoid magic weapon.

"It's a joke!"

Feng Hua let out a long roar, and with his backhand, he grabbed an iron-gray long knife from a skin-like pocket.

"Death!"

With Feng Hua's roar, the long knife drew a terrifying sword and slashed towards Deng Qingquan like a slashing sky.

As soon as the strong man at the peak of the out-of-body made a move, the momentum was unmatched for a while.

The void seemed to be stabbed in half, and behind the sword, a dark shadow was formed, like an endless abyss.

At this time, a strange scene happened.

The black shadow behind the sword suddenly spread, enveloping the heaven and earth within a radius of more than ten miles, like a huge black ball without friends, enveloping Fenghua and Deng Qingquan.

Lu Xuan's eyebrows moved.

That shadow is neither real nor virtual, it is somewhat similar to the virtual realm of the human emperor realm.

But it's not a virtual realm, it's a sword intent!

It seems that although there is no spell in this young prison world, the sword intent or sword intent still exists, and Feng Hua's sword intent is quite wonderful.

This made Lu Xuan can't help but pinch a cold sweat for Deng Qingquan.

After all, the peak strength of Golden Lux is enough to compete with Fenghua, but at this time, Fenghua is doing his best, and it is difficult to make a judgment on which one wins or loses.

At this moment, the golden wrestler finally moved.

In an instant, the golden long sword in the hand of the golden wrestler suddenly stabbed straight ahead, and the action was so fast that Lu Xuan was a little trance-like.

In the eyes of others, it was as if a golden thunderbolt suddenly bloomed in the hands of the golden wrestler.

Rumble!

A majestic and unrestrained aura roared, and the golden sword came first, colliding with Fenghua's sword in mid-air.

"Not good!

”

Seeing this, Luo Feizhang exclaimed in shock, and waved his hand to release Dao True Qi, wanting to envelop the nearly 10,000 disciples of the Hexu Sect around him. However, even if he reacted quickly, because the disciples of the Hexu Sect around this trial ground were very scattered, for a while, Luo Feizhang could not take care of it.

At this time, there were four more golden cylinders in Lu Xuan's hand.

At this moment, it was as if the heavens and the earth were shattered.

With an earth-shattering bang, the black ball that Feng Hua conjured up was pierced by Deng Qingquan's golden sword, and then it collapsed.

The entire trial ground shook violently, thousands of earth and rocks rose into the sky, and deep ravines seemed to be made up by cobwebs, extending to the edge of the trial ground. All the disciples of the Hexu Sect were colorless, and it was good that they could be protected by Luo Feizhang, but at the edge of the northwest corner, there were still more than a hundred disciples of the Hexu Sect in crisis.

Just when those disciples of the Hexu Sect were frightened, they saw four golden pillars falling around, and the four spirit formations immediately opened.

Thanks to the Four Spirit Formations, the more than 100 disciples of the Hexu Sect who were standing in the distance were safe and sound.

Luo Feizhang looked at Lu Xuan with a complicated expression, and bowed his head slightly, which can be regarded as thanking Lu Xuan for his help.

Lu Xuan just smiled, and then looked at the battlefield intently.

But there was a bitter smile in my heart.

In the first competition, Lian Jiuyou did his best, and even used Yuan Ying. And this second competition, in terms of the degree of danger, is by no means inferior to the first one.

Feng Huafu used his sword intent as soon as he made a move, and Deng Qingquan did the same, and he also fought back with the sword intent of the Sword Pavilion.

Lu Xuan still remembers that when he first saw Deng Qingquan make a move, Deng Qingquan still changed his name to Lou Wannian.

At that time, Deng Qingquan used such a domineering and fierce sword intent to cut off one of the arms of the powerhouse of the Jindan stage of the Barbarian God Temple.

Since entering the Shaojiao world, although Deng Qingquan has not stopped fighting, this is the first time Lu Xuan has seen him unfold his sword intent.

It can be seen that Deng Qingquan has made up his mind to win this game for Lu Xuan no matter what.

......

Feng Hua's face was pale, and he fought with the golden wrestler who was like a demon god.

The huge trial ground can't withstand the toss of two powerhouses who also have the peak realm of out-of-body at all, if it weren't for Lu Xuan to expand the Four Spirit Formation around, I'm afraid that someone would have been affected by the pond fish long ago.

At this time, not only did Fenghua become more and more shocked, but everyone, including Luo Feizhang, was already dumbfounded.

A minor repair in the fusion period, with a humanoid magic weapon, can actually fight with Fenghua?

Everyone knows that there is no trick in this battle, Fenghua has tried his best, but it is still difficult to defeat the golden wrestler. On the other hand, the golden wrestler is becoming more and more courageous, and there is no tiredness at all, but the sword shadow is like a mountain, and he is getting better, as if he is tempering himself in actual combat.

Luo Feizhang and the Great Elder kept exchanging glances, and the expressions on their faces were a mixture of horror, doubt, and excitement.

The appearance of this golden wrestler has the greatest impact on Luo Feizhang and Qijing.

Whether it is a rune sword, a spirit sword, a communication talisman or even a four-spirit formation, it is not as powerful as this golden wrestler.

What do monks care about most?

Naturally, it is cultivation.

And now, a minor cultivator in the fusion period can rely on the golden wrestler to compete with the strong man at the peak of the out-of-body body.

This broke all the common sense of the Shaojiao world, and also made Luo Feizhang and Qi Jing, the elders of the cultivation world, fall into complete chaos.

The appearance of the Golden Lux can be said to have broken the barriers of the cultivation realm, giving the increasingly weak human monks the hope of confronting the demons again.

This is a surprise to the Hexu Sect, and even to the entire Shaojiao world

A big thing that moves the heavens and the earth!

Of course, Luo Feizhang and Qi Jing didn't know that it was not so simple to refine a golden wrestler, if Lu Xuanzhen could easily refine a large number of golden wrestlers, I am afraid that he would have already pushed the Chiwu country.

"Stop. ”

Luo Feizhang suddenly said in a deep voice, waving his hand to emit a light like a long wall, blocking Feng Hua and Deng Qingquan.

"Sect Master, I haven't lost yet!"

Feng Hua said sharply, but Luo Feizhang glared at him fiercely, and then he closed his mouth in a dejected manner.

Lu Xuan also recalled Deng Qingquan, Deng Qingquan looked a little dissatisfied, originally insisted for a while, he had the confidence to defeat Fenghua, but was blocked by Luo Feizhang and did not do his best. Lu Xuan smiled and nodded at Deng Qingquan, signaling him to stop here, after all, this time, he was not an enemy of the Hexu Sect.

Deng Qingquan shrugged his shoulders and put the gold wrestler in his storage bag.

Lu Xuan looked at Luo Feizhang, and saw that Luo Feizhang suddenly solemnly arched his hand to Lu Xuan, and said solemnly: "Sect Master Lu, in this scene, I have lost the Void Sect." ”

At this time, Luo Feizhang no longer had the momentum above Lu Xuan, and from the bottom of his heart, he even had an unfathomable and profound awe for Lu Xuan.

The most frightening thing in this world is not the visible power, but the invisible unknown.

Even a strong man like Luo Feizhang was jealous after Lu Xuan revealed countless magical methods.

Lu Xuan accepted it when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Sect Master Luo is polite, Deng Qingquan and Feng Tang Master have not won or lost, this one can be regarded as a draw." ”

Having said that, everyone knows that Lu Xuan has already made a regression.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that even if Fenghua can still persevere, it won't be long before he will inevitably be defeated by Deng Qingquan's sword.

When the time comes, the Hexu Sect will lose face if it loses two games in a row.

Luo Feizhang nodded gratefully, accepting Lu Xuan's kindness.

Lu Xuan had just used the Four Spirit Formation to protect more than 100 disciples of the Hexu Sect, and now he considered himself to be in a draw, which was already considered to be benevolent and righteous.

As for the third competition, there is naturally no need to compete again.

Luo Feizhang, Qi Jing and others, the most urgent thing at this time is to form a good relationship with Lu Xuan, instead of the previous high-minded mentality.

Lu Xuan also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, what he wanted was exactly this situation.

Only in this way can Lu Xuan take the initiative in the next negotiations.

However, just as Lu Xuan was about to push the boat down the river and ease the situation, a long howl suddenly sounded in the distance, and then, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the trial ground.

When that black shadow appeared, both Lu Xuan and many disciples of the Hexu Sect couldn't help but be taken aback.

It was a huge monster beast like a mountain, shaped like a lion, with a triangular head and a blue and black body. It's just strange that this majestic demon beast actually appeared in the trial ground with its hooves facing up, and when everyone looked at it, they found that it was a thin and tall middle-aged monk, who was holding up the demon beast with one hand.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master is back!"

A group of three generations of disciples of the Hexu Sect cheered excitedly, and then saw the middle-aged monk casually throw the demon beast into the air, and then grabbed it in the air.

A huge palm suddenly appeared in mid-air, directly cutting open the belly of the demon beast and pulling out a huge demon pill.

The demon beast was still not dead, and suddenly let out a terrible howl, but it was casually brushed by the middle-aged monk, and it turned into a rain of blood.

Blood poured down, with a fishy smell of blood, and the middle-aged monk stood in the rain of blood and looked at Lu Xuan with a fierce look.

"You are from the Chiwu Sect, Lu Xuan?"

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