Xuanling Sect, Xuanling Peak, Sacrifice Altar.

Today's square is crowded with people, and almost all the disciples of the Xuanling Sect are gathered here, because today, it is a competition between Senior Brother Zhu Wanqi and Waste Chai Ning Zhe.

Speaking of today's competition, it has really set off a lot of waves in the Xuanling Sect, you must know that Ning Zhe is no longer the genius disciple he once was, in the past three years, everyone knows that Ning Zhe has become a waste.

However, Senior Brother Zhu Wanyan is now the pinnacle of the younger generation in the sect, and at the age of his early twenties, he is already a master of the peak of the Nine Transformations of the Guyuan Realm. Although Ning Zhe had made him ugly before, it was just a fluke.

Inside the main hall of the Xuanling Sect, the first seat of the Xuanling Sect with an angry face slapped his palm on the table in front of him: "Senior brother in charge, now is the time when the door is green and yellow, and the masters of the Sacrifice Realm in the door except for a few of us all died in that battle." Do you still want to watch two excellent disciples kill each other?"

Obviously, as Ning Zhe's master, he was doing his best to try to stop this obviously unfair.

"Hey...... Senior Brother Yanchen, I know what you said, and I know better than you about the current situation of the sect. However, this battle of the altar was a challenge launched by Zhu Wanyan according to the door rules. Moreover, Ning Zhe took it in one bite at that time, leaving no room for turn, this ......" Liuyun Dao Chief sighed lightly, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but he did not put forward the slightest constructive opinion.

Hearing his words, Elder Han Yuan, who was sitting on the side, first flashed a trace of joy on his face, and then hurriedly pretended to be sorry and said, "The competition between the two of them is really a pity. But since it was their own decision, they can't blame others, so don't worry about it, Senior Brother Yanchen. I will tell Wan Yan's subordinates to be merciful and not let Ning Zhe be in any danger. You can rest assured. ”

Hearing the other party's fake words, the anger on his face became even stronger, and he knew in his heart that the Liuyun Dao Elder made such a statement, which was not unrelated to the pressure of Elder Han Yuan, and he was about to retort, when a young disciple appeared outside the hall, bowed down and said: "Master of the Sect, the two firsts, the competition of the Sacrifice Altar will start soon......"

Elder Han Yuan nodded: "Got it, you go down first." Senior Brother in Charge, Senior Brother Yanchen, let's go and have a look, shall we?"

After speaking, he didn't wait for the two to speak, Bendang stepped out first, and disappeared without a trace as soon as his figure moved.

Liuyun Dao Chang paced a few steps lightly, came to the side of the first seat of Yanchen, raised his hand and patted his arm, sighed lightly, and disappeared into the hall.

The first seat of Xianchen looked at the empty door of the temple, snorted coldly, and turned into a ray of light and swept towards the altar.

At this time, the area around the altar was crowded, but the platform was empty. As soon as Elder Xianchen arrived, he saw that almost all the leaders of the Xuanling Sect had arrived. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, knowing that today was just a duel between two junior disciples, how could it alarm these old monsters.

However, in a blink of an eye, he saw Elder Han Yuan, who was in high spirits, and suddenly understood a little in his heart, thinking that the other party had decided that Ning Zhe would be defeated, so he invited everyone to come to the same door, wanting to improve Zhu Wanyu's status in the door.

With a cold snort, the first figure of Yanchen moved, and he came to the side of Elder Chunhui and talked with the other party.

At this moment, a middle-aged deacon swept up the high platform and said loudly: "Zhu Wanyan, where are Ning Zhe?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long howl came from the ground, and a dazzling colorful light flew up from the crowd, and in the blink of an eye, it stopped above the altar. The light faded, and I saw a man in Tsing Yi standing with his hands in his hands, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and his feet were on a colorful flying sword, and the whole person looked shining, it was Zhu Wanyi.

And when Zhu Wanyan stood still, Ning Zhe's figure swept up from under the stage, and a light purple Lei Ze sword appeared under his feet, eclipsed under the opponent's colorful sword light. Ning Zhe looked at the flying sword under his feet, and secretly exclaimed: "If it weren't for the master who gave him a flying sword, I'm afraid I would have to climb the steps today, and it would be a big shame." Money, the master urgently needs money now, go buy magic weapons, buy pills, buy ......"

Zhu Wanyi, who was on the other side, looked at Ning Zhe's unrelenting appearance, and snorted coldly: "Ning Zhe, don't worry, I will definitely let you die ugly today." ”

When Ning Zhe heard this, he was immediately furious in his heart, and sneered: "Zhu Wanqi, don't worry, I will definitely let you blow the wind with your bare ass again today." Haha......"

Zhu Wanyan's face sank: "I dare to be stubborn when I die, may I ask this senior brother, can you start now?" The last half of the sentence was said to the deacon on the side.

The deacon was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "On the altar, life and death have their own destiny, and you can do it yourself." With that, he stepped aside.

After listening to the deacon's words, Ning Zhe just wanted to thank him, but suddenly felt a strong wind on the opposite side, and a red light suddenly passed through the sacrificial altar that was a hundred feet wide and flew towards his front door.

It turned out that Zhu Wanyan had just heard the deacon's announcement, so he swept up from the flying sword, pinched a sword trick with both hands, and the colorful brilliance of the flying sword under his feet suddenly converged, turning into a dazzling red light, and crashed towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe secretly scolded the other party for being rude in his heart, and with a mistake in his feet, the Lei Ze sword under his feet flashed, and his figure moved out a few feet horizontally, and he dodged the opponent's attack with a little embarrassment.

Zhu Wanyan chuckled: "Ning Zhe, be careful, don't let your flying sword hurt." ”

As he spoke, he put his hands together, his index finger and middle finger together, pointed forward forcefully, and shouted in a low voice: "Yang Spirit, Golden Wing, Green Spirit, Broken!"

I saw that the seven cultivation swords in the air shook violently a few times, and the red, gold, and cyan light erupted from the sword body, turning into a three-color sword qi in the air, and stabbed at Ning Zhe.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Ning Zhe's eyes, and he had introduced him to the first seat before he came, the talisman seal in Zhu Wanyan's hand was called the Seven Cultivation Sword, and there were seven seals on the sword body, each of which was sealed with a powerful demon beast, but with his current strength, he could only manipulate three seals. Therefore, Ning Zhe didn't expect that the other party had just started to use all his strength.

Before he had time to think about it, Ning Zhe let out a low breath, swept up from the Lei Ze sword, and a purple light in his hand slammed into the sword body, and a purple sword net appeared in front of him, and the three-color sword qi that was galloping towards him flew over.

Laugh at!

There was a muffled sound in the air, and the purple sword net was instantly cut open by the opponent's three-color sword qi. The three-color sword qi did not pause at all, and instantly stabbed towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe didn't expect the other party's three-color sword qi to be so violent, and when he was caught off guard, a cut was made on his left arm, and blood flowed for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Elder Han Yuan in the air laughed out loud, and said to the Qingyu Shouzao beside him: "Ten Thousand Gullys' Seven Cultivation Sword Qi has made it more and more perfect, haha......"

Although the Qingyu Shouzao next to him nodded in agreement, he couldn't help but scold: "This is obviously a three-color sword qi, how can it become a seven-cultivation sword qi, it's really strange." However, the other party is the number two person in the Xuanling Sect, and he doesn't want to offend too much.

In the distance, the face of the first seat of the Yan Chen sank, he had already thought at the beginning of the battle between the two that since the other party dared to urge the power of the three seals at the beginning, it was likely that Zhu Wanyan would still be able to unlock the fourth or even fifth seal. Thinking of his entrustment to Ning Zhe the day before yesterday, his heart couldn't help but sink.

At this time, Zhu Wanyan's face was overjoyed, but he didn't expect that the first move had already been drawn, and he said secretly: Take advantage of your illness to kill you. His hands moved again, and he made another sword trick, and shouted in a low voice: "Jellyfish, shatter!"

The seven cultivation swords in the air turned sharply, and a black light rushed into the sky, and suddenly the original three-color sword qi suddenly became four colors, and the huge energy contained in it directly enveloped the spiritual energy around the altar, forming a slowly moving spiritual qi storm.

The disciples who were watching the battle on the side exclaimed in surprise, they didn't expect that this Zhu Wanyan could actually unlock the four seals, just with this move, I am afraid that he can already become the first person in the Xuanling Sect's sacrificial realm, this time Ning Zhe is going to be unlucky.

And in a corner next to the altar, Shiyang, dressed in green clothes, had a face full of anger and worry. At her feet, the wooden sign with Zhu Wanyi's name written on it had been smashed by her stepping, but the wooden sign with Ning Zhe's name on it was tightly grasped by her, and she muttered: "Senior Brother Ning, you must defeat this bastard, you must." Otherwise, I'll lose ......."

Ning Zhe on the stage obviously couldn't hear her prayers, and the moment he saw the four-colored sword qi, he was not angry but happy, and secretly said that the other party really still had hole cards.

But the so-called hole cards, when the other party hidden, he was naturally a little worried, but now the other party has been revealed, and the water is covered.

He turned over and landed on the ground, looking at the four-colored sword qi slowly rotating in the air, and muttered in his mouth: "Thunder Trick - One Sword Turns Thunder." ”

His right index finger snapped out and slammed into the purple sword in front of him. Purple light suddenly gushed out like a river bursting its banks, turning into a purple giant sword about five zhang long in the air.

Around it, purple-black lightning continued to appear, and then disappeared into the purple sword light, with the fusion of these lightning, the purple giant sword actually slowly grew up again, and finally became a sword about ten zhang long, slowly slashing towards the four-color sword qi.

Seeing this purple giant sword, the face of the first seat of the Yan Chen first tightened, and then said loudly: "Good boy, you can actually use this trick, you are hiding it for the teacher." ”

Elder Han Yuan in the distance seemed to hear his words, his eyes flashed with a penetrating light, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a hint of mockery appeared, quietly looking at the two rays of light in the middle of the field.

Rumble!

The purple giant sword and the four-colored sword qi in the field finally converged on the altar......