Just as Liu Yuwei was secretly wondering why no one came to the stage, a man in black suddenly jumped into the ring and said in a hoarse voice: "Bone Refining Sect, return to Wuyue, please advise." ”

Liu Yuwei nodded, took a breath, squeezed his hands, and a red shield was sacrificed by him, suspended in front of his chest, and looked at each other intently.

Nagui Wuyue said coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black ancient flag was summoned by him, and he shook it above his head, and the billowing black mist suddenly filled out.

In an instant, he had already enveloped him, and immediately, several cries were heard, and five green ghosts floated up from the mist, staring at Liu Yuwei with empty eyes.

Liu Yuwei frowned slightly, he had also read a lot of novels, and knew that most of the magic weapons of this kind of ghosts and spirits were made by killing living people or by means that hurt the principles of heaven.

Although it was only written in a novel, he couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment at this moment, and with a pinching of the seal with both hands, the red shield floated up, and the light on the shield flickered, and a ray of light suddenly shot out, shooting straight towards Gui Wuyue.

That Gui Wuyue Yin laughed, and with a wave of his hand, the five cyan ghosts cried and flew up, avoiding the light, and rushed towards Liu Yuwei.

Liu Yuwei thought secretly in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow, the shield was radiant, and it directly turned into a protective shield, protecting his whole body, and then he held the shield in one hand and smashed it towards a ghost.

With a snap, the shield shone like a spear, piercing the ghost and turning it into smoke.

Liu Yuwei shouted again and again, holding the red shield and constantly smashing it, the light on the shield was like a spear, and there was a faint adsorption effect, no matter how Gui Wuyue manipulated the ghost to dodge, in the end, it would be absorbed by the shield.

When the fourth ghost was defeated by the shield, a fierce light finally appeared in Gui Wuyue's eyes, and with a stroke of one hand, the deep black mist suddenly rolled up, approaching Liu Yuwei, and at the same time, there were bursts of howls from the mist, as if there were countless ghosts hidden in it.

Liu Yuwei heard those howling sounds, only to feel a roar in his head, the true yuan force almost burst into his body, if he hadn't taken a deep breath in time, I'm afraid he would have gone mad.

Glancing at the boundless mist in horror, Liu Yuwei gritted his teeth, held the shield in front of his chest, and continued to shoot out red light, constantly annihilating the mist.

But the fog was really endless, and Liu Yuwei shot out at least dozens of rays of light, but he couldn't stop the fog from approaching.

And as those fogs approached, the protective shield around him also began to loom, obviously the attack power of the fog was not low, and it could break through his protection at any time.

Finally, a cold light flashed in Liu Yuwei's eyes, his hands pinched, and the protective shield shrank suddenly.

Without waiting for those black mist to approach his body, Liu Yuwei's right eye suddenly flashed with red light, and a crimson ancient long sword appeared in his hand, and then, the red light on the blade of the long sword skyrocketed, but in an instant, it was already like thousands of swords brushing out in all directions, and the black mist within four meters around him was completely annihilated, and there was nothing left.

Liu Yuwei stared at Gui Wuyue coldly, threw the crimson ancient sword in his hand towards the top of his head, pinched the sword trick with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Sword name, blood drink Hongxia." ”

Before Gui Wuyue came back to his senses, Liu Yuwei pinched his sword trick and slashed at him, the "Blood Drinking Red Xia" above his head was brilliant, and a red edge slashed out, but in the blink of an eye, it had already split into the deep black mist.

After three or four seconds, seeing that there was no movement in the black fog, many people couldn't help but show a trace of disdain.

At this moment, a raging fire suddenly emerged from the black mist.

However, in the snap of a finger, the rolling flames were surging, and they actually scorched the countless black mist, except for Gui Wuyue, who relied on the body protection magic weapon to survive, those black mists no longer existed.

At this moment, in the surrounding rooms, the big names of many forces were dumbfounded and speechless, and many people muttered to themselves: "Five...... Five magic weapons?"

This "blood drink red glow" turned out to be another five-grade magic weapon!

At this time, Liu Yuwei had already waved his hand with one hand, recalled the blood drink Hongxia Sword, and said indifferently: "Is it still comparable?" That Gui Wuyue stared at Liu Yuwei in a daze, opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, and fell down on his back.

This fight, Liu Yuwei, win!

Next, Liu Yuwei and Chen Zuoheng seemed to be undefeated generals, relying on their respective immortal martial arts "Huangshi Jue" and powerful magic weapons, they actually beat those cultivators in the god refining period and the pneumatic stage.

The two took turns to take the stage, fighting alternately, and neither of them could defeat them.

However, this is also due to luck, although Liu Yuwei and Chen Zuoheng said that the exercises they practiced were powerful, and the magic weapons they used exceeded those of cultivators of the same level, but their comprehensive power broke through the heavens and was in the early stage of fetal breath.

It's just that the people who fight with them are all people below the fetal period, so they seem to be powerful.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Somewhere in the room, Ling Mengjie snorted coldly, turned his head to the side, and muttered a few words softly to someone beside him, then stood up, turned around and walked out of the room.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Seeing that Liu Yuwei and Chen Zuoheng won victories one after another, Yao Hailei couldn't help but laugh.

But at this moment, Jian Yingkong, who had been smiling, suddenly changed his face, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Not good!"

Yao Hailei was slightly stunned, and said suspiciously: "What's wrong?" Before he finished speaking, his face also changed greatly, it turned out that at this time, Ling Mengjie actually jumped into the ring from the crowd and stared at Chen Zuoheng coldly.

Chen Zuoheng saw Ling Mengjie suddenly come to the stage, he was stunned, and was about to speak, Ling Mengjie raised his hand with one hand, and said coldly: "Boy, suffer death!" After that, he strode forward, the true qi in his body was running wildly, his clothes were windless, and a momentum had already pressed towards Chen Zuoheng.

Chen Zuoheng was shocked, he knew that Ling Mengjie was powerful, the fifth on the list, how could it be a false rumor, before he could think about it, he had already slapped his hand at the copper drum above his head, and with a bang, a sound wave roared and rushed towards Ling Mengjie.

Ling Mengjie's expression was cold, he raised one hand, and a hazy brilliance like a dream appeared in his palm, and he punched straight towards the sound wave.

With a bang, the sound wave suddenly shattered, but Ling Mengjie's sleeve didn't move at all, and the sound wave didn't have the slightest effect on him.

Chen Zuoheng's face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, the lion-faced copper drum above his head shook suddenly, and the lion's roar slashed out like a giant axe that opened the world, directly killing Ling Mengjie.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Ling Mengjie's eyes, and the dreamlike brilliance around his body became more and more intense, and his body was distorted for a while, but he didn't dodge or dodge, allowing the sound wave to pass through his chest.

"Condensing Dream Dragon Marksmanship" is the top martial arts cultivation method of the ten evil paths, which can make people's bodies be wrapped in true qi and wander between dreams and reality.

If Chen Zuoheng's strength was higher, he might be able to break the barrier between fantasy and reality and force Ling Mengjie out of his dream, but at this moment, he doesn't have that strength yet.

Suddenly, Ling Mengjie's body spun, and a punch was punched, and the brilliance on the fist blade was full of brilliance, like a real spear bombarded out, and it slammed on the bronze drum with a bang.

With a crackle, the light of the copper drum fell dimly, and Chen Zuoheng also spurted blood from his mouth, staggered back, and couldn't help but sit on the ground with a thud.

Ling Mengjie's eyes flashed with fierce light, his body turned into a streamer, and he rushed straight towards Chen Zuoheng, his hands flowing with brilliance, obviously wanting to kill Chen Zuoheng with one blow.

The four referees on the side frowned secretly, but Chen Zuoheng did not shout to admit defeat at this moment, so they couldn't intervene. It's just that at this time, Chen Zuoheng was in a big mess because of his injury, where did he want to shout and admit defeat.

I saw that he was about to be hit by Ling Mengjie's fist, and the glass of the Shushan faction room on the side suddenly shattered, and a green light flew straight behind Ling Mengjie.

Ling Mengjie was born as a martial artist, and his six senses were extremely keen, so he hurriedly stood up and punched out with a reflexive punch.

With a bang, his punch that was enough to crack the mountain stone really hit a short shot this year.

Ling Mengjie's face changed greatly, he hurriedly took a few steps back, turned his head and swept into the ring, but saw that there was no one behind him, and beside Chen Zuoheng, Yao Hailei was already standing there at some point.