"Ahh

The monk of the Corpse Demon Sect flicked his sleeves arrogantly, staring coldly at the monk surnamed Yu who was vomiting blood on the ground.

"We threw in the towel. The referee in the arena announced the result of the match.

The monk surnamed Yu looked ashamed and didn't say a word.

"Who else, who else? Are there only these few people in your huge Heavenly Sword Sect?" he glanced wildly at the Heavenly Sword Sect monks around him.

When the young man surnamed Yu on the ground heard this, he was so angry that he spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood again. His face quickly turned gray, and his whole breath was extremely weak.

Soon two monks came and subdued the monk surnamed Yu.

"Hmph, this corpse demon gate is too deceitful!" Nangong Quan's face was gloomy and angry.

"Master, let's let Leng Wuchang give it a try. Seeing the arrogant corpse demon gate people on the stage, someone couldn't help but say this.

"Impermanence?" Nangong Quan pondered for a moment and did not agree.

Leng Wuchang is the chief senior brother of the inner disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect in this generation, he is twenty years old, and he is already a monk at the peak of the seventh layer of the foundation, and what is even more terrifying is that he has now comprehended a trace of sword intent.

He is known as the most talented disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect for thousands of years, and he is the absolute core disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Ying Piaopiao was able to easily comprehend the sword intent, and that was because she was born with a sword body, and this impermanence was completely dependent on her own talent.

"Is there no one in your Heavenly Sword Sect?" what a ......," the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect on the stage kept shouting.

"Master, let the disciple go and meet him for a while. Suddenly, a young monk dressed in a strong suit, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and white jade on his waist, came to Nangong Quan.

"But you are preparing to attack the late stage of foundation building, if there is anything missing?" Nangong Quan did not speak, but Xiao Hai on the side spoke.

"Senior uncle, if the disciples say that they can't fight today, how can I be worthy of the injured juniors? As the chief disciple, I should take the lead, and now I am already laughing and generous when I come on the field at the end. ”

"Towering trees will never be cultivated in the greenhouse, and your kind-hearted disciples have understood it. If you can't fight today, it will definitely give the disciple a seed obsession in his heart and affect the disciple's future promotion. Leng Wuchang said resolutely.

"Go ahead, be careful. Nangong Quan waved his hand and said helplessly.

......

"I'm going to be cold and impermanent, and I'll take a moment to talk about it. Leng Impermanence's figure flashed, and he went directly to the arena.

"Oh, you're the chief disciple of the shrunken turtle?" said the monk on the other side viciously.

"Hmph, I'll see if your skills are as hard as your mouth. Leng Wuchang kicked his toes, and the whole person turned into a ray of light and pounced on the other party.

I saw that he slapped a palm softly, and instantly turned into a heavy palm shadow, pressing down on the other party with the momentum of Mount Tai.

The face of the monk of the Corpse Demon Sect changed greatly, and his figure flickered and he took a few steps back, and a gray figure directly blocked in front of him.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, a figure flew out upside down in an instant.

The disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect was startled when he saw this, and then he felt a strong sense of crisis, and he didn't think about a rolling donkey rolling and flashing to the side.

Although his reaction was extremely fast, there was still a huge wound on his waist.

A small sword with a three-inch size that exuded a golden light roared in the air for a while, and flew back into the cold and impermanent dantian again.

It's too late to say it's too late, and everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Leng Wuchang deserved to be the strongest disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he seriously injured this disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect with one move.

"Imperial Sword Technique!Medium Grade Spirit Sword!" The late-stage foundation building monk led by the Corpse Demon Sect in the stands said with a moving face.

I saw that his mouth moved, as if he was communicating with someone.

"I... I admit defeat!" the other man stood up and said staggeringly.

His face was full of unwillingness, but thinking of the transmission in his ears just now, he still had to suppress the anger in his heart.

The 180-degree change of the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect surprised Leng Wuchang very much, and just now he kept saying that there was no successor to the Heavenly Sword Sect, so he couldn't think of easily admitting it.

"Senior Brother Leng is mighty!"

"Senior Brother Leng is invincible!"

"Senior Brother Leng killed him!"

......

The Heavenly Sword Gate had lost the Five Constants in a row, and the cold victory had finally burned people's hearts in despair.

"In the lower corpse, Rott came to learn from Senior Brother Leng's high moves. The next moment, a monk from the late stage of foundation building flew into the arena.

This person was one of the only two late-stage foundation building monks in the stands of the Corpse Demon Sect.

"You are the chief disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect this year?" Seeing the cold impermanence of the person who came, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked at the other party with a wary expression.

The corpse Luo is skinny, with a clear face, triangular eyes and eyebrows, and a slender figure with a faint corpse aura.

The corpse surname is the main surname of the Corpse Demon Sect, and every monk with the corpse surname has a lofty status in the Corpse Demon Sect.

Corpse Luo is the grandson of the Corpse Demon Sect, and Corpse is the only Jindan monk of the Corpse Demon Sect.

"Truly, the junior brother still has some knowledge. Without further ado, let's try my corpse first. The corpse laughed suspiciously.

The next moment, the corpse qi in the arena was tumbling, and a refining corpse glowing with gray light appeared opposite Leng Impermanence.

"The refining corpse in the late stage of foundation building is difficult for the sword to enter. Leng Wuchang said with an ugly face.

"Ding!"

A three-foot Qingfeng rushed out of his cold and impermanent body, and his whole person was wrapped in an astonishing sword intent.

"It's such an amazing sword intent, senior sister, he's about to catch up with you. Dongfang Ruyi felt the cold and impermanent sword intent, turned his head and said to Ying Piaopiao.

"Hehe, he does have some talent. Shadow Piaopiao replied in response.

"Senior brother, who do you say will win this time?" Dongfang Ruyi turned to Wang An and said.

"It's hard to say. Wang An smiled and did not answer Dongfang Ruyi.

In fact, in Wang An's view, impermanence will undoubtedly fail. The impermanence of the corpse alone may not necessarily win, let alone add another corpse refiner.

Leng Wuchang's hands quickly struck out one sword trick after another, and the flying sword intent in the air was compelling, and the cold light was shining.

The flying sword stabbed at the corpse, the gray halo flowed, and the sound of gold and iron was endless.

"Haha, Senior Brother Leng, your flying sword can't hurt him. Corpse Luo smirked.

His whole body turned into a ray of light, and he kept taking the time to shoot a series of corpse-like fists at Leng Wuchang.

In the field, the sword light flickered, the palm wind was tiger, the aura was shocking, and the roar was repeated, and the two of them fought inseparably for a while, and it was extremely intense.

"Senior brother, it's game over. ”

Suddenly, the corpse Luo said in a low voice, only to see that the corpse around him was full of energy, and his shot was like lightning, and he flew directly towards Leng Impermanence.

Leng Wuchang felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly let the flying sword turn around to resist, only to see the corpse Luo smile strangely, and a tall refining corpse raised two fists and slammed into the sword net turned into by the flying sword.