At this moment, a heaven-shaking tiger roar sounded, the white dragon's body was slightly sluggish, and a huge winged white tiger illusion appeared outside Lin Yuhu's body. At the same time www.biquge.info white true qi kept gushing out of his body, and the illusory body of the winged white tiger quickly condensed.

At this time, the white dragon had already regained its mobility, let out a shocking dragon roar, and pounced suddenly.

The dragon and the white tiger were entangled, biting and slapping each other, as if real spirit beasts were fighting.

Lin Yuhu's winged white tiger is a fusion of demon soul and true qi, while Shen You's white dragon is a fusion of spiritual sword intent and true qi cultivation. Between the two, it is not only a battle of true qi, but also a battle of divine souls. Every time a piece of the white dragon was bitten off, Shen You had a part of his true qi cultivation and divine soul cultivation being refined by the white tiger demon soul. And vice versa! If the White Tiger Demon Soul is defeated, Lin Yuhu will need to find a Demon Soul Fusion that fits the True Qi attribute again. And if Shen You is defeated, he may be traumatized!

Seeing that the competition between the White Dragon and the Winged White Tiger had fallen into disadvantage, many disciples thought that Shen You was going to lose!

At this time, Shen You's figure flashed, and he actually swung his sword and rushed towards Lin Yuhu's real body.

Lin Yuhu's face changed slightly, he didn't expect that Shen You could still be distracted by the sword competition while controlling the white dragon! Immediately, he drew his sword out of its sheath, condensed the sword, and slashed at Shen You!

At this moment, a transparent sword intent pierced into his sea of consciousness, instantly rolling him into the sword intent illusion of the Taotao Tianhe. When Lin Yuhu broke free from the sword intent illusion and woke up, Shen You's long sword was already on his neck.

Lin Yuhu sighed faintly, returned the sword into the sheath, and said, "You won!"

With the transmission of his thoughts, the winged white tiger also abandoned his opponent, turned into a white light, and submerged into his body.

At this time, Shen You returned the sword into the sheath, dissolving the white dragon that had transformed into true qi and turning it into a white light that submerged into his body.

Everyone below looked slightly stunned, never expecting Shen You to reverse the situation at the last moment. Masters compete, until the last moment, it is difficult to determine the winner.

The fifth match was Zhou Zhijie against Yun Yuyi, the eldest disciple of Yucang Peak.

After the referee finished reading the name, the two jumped and landed in the ring.

Yun Yuyi is a woman dressed in a blue robe, with a graceful posture and a beautiful face, with fair and delicate skin, like a twenty-eight girl, but her breath is like a deep ocean, unfathomable.

Zhou Zhijie hugged his fists and said, "Senior Sister Yun, please!"

Yun Yuyi smiled and said, "Little fat man, I really grew up, and I dared to do it with my senior sister!"

Zhou Zhijie's face suddenly turned slightly red and was a little embarrassed. Yuancang and Yucang have always been friends, and the two met sixty years ago, when he was indeed dark and fat. But with the continuous cultivation, his body shape has returned to normal, and he never imagined that Yun Yuyi would talk about the previous black history, which evoked a lot of memories for him.

"Little fat man?"

Ye Xiuyun chuckled, she never expected Zhou Zhijie to have such a nickname.

Hou Dehai, Xiang Yu, and Sun Nanting also secretly laughed.

The two looked at each other for a moment, drew their swords out of their sheaths, and swung their swords suddenly.

The two figures were staggered, and the blades kept fighting.

However, Zhou Zhijie didn't know why, and he was defeated and completely defeated in less than thirty moves.

Facing the north, where the head and the peak masters are.

Yuan Cang Zhenren saw it, shook his head and sighed.

Yucang Zhenren chuckled and said: "Master Zhou's nephew is defeated, which shows that he is a person who values love and righteousness, you should be happy!"

The cultivation of the two was originally only between the best, and it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat. But the little fat man at the beginning of Yun Yuyi evoked Zhou Zhijie's past memories. At that time, her cultivation was much higher than Zhou Zhijie, and the two often did tasks together, and she took care of Zhou Zhijie a lot.

And Zhou Zhijie thought about the past, so naturally he couldn't do it, and he would use up to seventy percent of his ten successes before he would quickly lose.

At this time, Taicang Zhenren smiled and said: "I think the two children are of the same age and have affection, maybe they can achieve a marriage." ”

Yuan Cangzhen shook his head and sighed: "I look at the hanging! The fourth child did have a heart for his senior sister before, but unfortunately he is a wooden person, and he can't say the word "like!"

At this time, the referee elder announced that the sixth match was contested, but it was Duan Peng and Duanmu Lin, the second disciple of Hancang Peak.

Duan Peng hugged his fists and said, "Senior Brother Duanmu, please!"

Duanmulin said with a solemn expression: "Senior Brother Duan, please!"

The two of them drew their swords out of their sheaths, concentrating their energy, the blade of the sword condensed an inch of white sword, and then their bodies flashed, and they suddenly swung their swords!

The long swords clashed, and with a bang, the sword gang stirred, setting off a wave of chaotic qi.

Duanmu Lin's figure suddenly retreated sharply, taking seven steps back, while Duan Peng only took two steps back, and the gap between the two was obvious.

Duan Peng's internal and external cultivation has reached the limit, the flesh body is eight stars, the peak of the seven stars of true qi, the cultivation has surpassed Duanmu Lin by a lot, the explosive power is extremely strong, plus the divine weapon in his hand, it is simply a kind of devastating strength! In just thirteen moves, he slashed Duanmu Lin into the ring with a sword.

Immediately, in the seventh game, the referee elder read: "Mingcang Peak Wen Dingbang vs. Xuancang Peak Xuantiandu!"

When he heard Xuan Tiandu's name, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the ring, and found that there was a man in white standing opposite Wen Dingbang, who was Xuan Tiandu. This person looks about thirty years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a white face, handsome, and a unique temperament, as if he has a strong self-confidence, even if the sky falls, he can control it freely.

When Ling Feng looked at him for just a moment, Xuantian sensed it, and immediately looked sideways at him, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, but it seemed to have some kind of deep meaning!

Ling Feng didn't think much about it, he checked the attribute table, and the proficiency of the soul chain had increased by more than 1,800 points. The Soul Chain's Flame Refining Effect was very powerful, and its speed was five or six times faster than that of the Sword Soul Refining Ice Dragon. He had to hurry up and refine some more Xuanyin soul power.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and continued to refine the one-horned demon.

At this time, in the ring, the two greeted each other.

Wen Dingbang drew his sword out of the sheath, concentrated his energy, and used the fourth-order sword technique of Ming Cangfeng, the sword technique of Canghai Sea, the sword momentum was like the waves of the sea, and the sword qi was surging, overwhelmingly attacking.

Xuantian didn't even draw his sword, and a faint layer of white qi appeared around his body! This was obviously just a thin layer of sword qi shield, but even though Wen Dingbang's thick thousands of sword qi kept impacting, he was never able to break through.

After a while, Xuantiandu's figure suddenly flashed, and he pointed at Wen Dingbang.

The speed of the sword finger was actually not fast, but Wen Dingbang strangely found that this white finger had become larger sharply in his eyes, as if a divine sword that could penetrate the heavens and the earth, stabbing towards his eyebrows, and his mind could not get rid of this sword intent illusion.

Wen Dingbang knew the sea, and the divine soul cultivation turned into a surging wave that swept around, and finally broke free from this sword intent illusion, but although the white giant finger disappeared, Xuantiandu's sword finger had also been pointed at the center of his eyebrows. If Xuantian had just had the slightest murderous intent towards Wen Dingbang, he would definitely be wiped out.