Chapter 62: Who dares to fight

The green-robed old man didn't speak this time, silently looking at the situation on the round platform, and his expression couldn't see joy or anger. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Zifei pinched his hands, there was no contempt in his eyes, although the other party's cultivation was also in the early stage of foundation building, but its spiritual power seemed to be a little special, if he hadn't reacted quickly to the blow just now, he might have suffered a big loss at this moment.

"Qingxuan Sword Intent. Cui Ying's voice was cold, her jade hand flipped over, and she slapped the storage bag on her waist, and several blue lights rose in an instant, and the aura on it was terrifying, as if she was going to tear everything.

"It turned out to be Qingxuan Sword Intent!" Murong Mu's expression changed suddenly, as an elder of the First Line, he naturally knew the power of Qingxuanzong's Qingxuan Sword Intent, once the sword intent was formed, even he would not dare to take it hard.

The green-robed old man saw this Qingxuan Sword Intent, his expression showed a hint of appreciation, this Qingxuan Sword Intent was an extremely difficult supernatural power in his Qingxuan Sect to cultivate, not to mention the core disciples, even some elders, they would only have some fur.

Ming Daozi's eyes were calm, but he was a little worried in his heart, this Cui Ying's Qingxuan sword intent was obviously refined, although Yan Zifei had a superb spiritual weapon, if he wanted to defeat Qingxuan sword intent, I am afraid it would be a little difficult.

At this moment, Yan Zifei no longer had any carelessness in his heart, and the golden tripod was spinning in the air, exuding a trace of fluctuations, as if he was brewing something.

Cui Ying's expression was calm, she glanced at Yan Zifei's golden tripod, her right hand slowly pointed, and suddenly, several blue lights in front of her began to merge, forming a green sword.

"Senior Sister Cui, be careful, look at the power of my golden tripod!" Yan Zifei let out a low sigh, his whole body cultivation gushed out like a tide, and the golden light of the golden tripod in the air flashed, and suddenly crashed towards Cui Ying.

"Shattered!" Cui Ying's expression flashed a hint of fierceness, his hands were sealed, controlling the Qingmang Sword, and went straight towards the golden tripod.

Boom Boom!

There was a sound of concussion, and the golden and cyan light intertwined, and that powerful momentum made some cultivators fall low, and at this moment, Qi Qi's expression was shocked, this ...... Is it the fighting method of the foundation building monk?!

The light dissipated, and for a moment the whole square was silent.

The golden tripod seemed to have lost its spirituality at this moment, and fell to the ground at will, the luster on it was dim, and cracks appeared in several places.

"This battle ...... Yan conceded defeat. Yan Zifei turned pale, glanced at Cui Ying with a cold expression bitterly, and then arched his hand and withdrew the golden tripod from the ground......

"Hahaha, fellow Daoists of the Wind Spirit Sect, in this third game, my Qingxuanzong has won!"

The green-robed old man smiled very happily, glanced at the elders of the Wind Spirit Sect very complacently, and finally his gaze fell on Murong Mu's body, and said lightly:

"Murong Daoyou, the core disciple of your third lineage, is nothing more than that. ”

Murong Mu's expression was ugly, he glanced at Yan Zifei who walked off the round platform a few times, then sighed, and immediately took out ten medium-grade spiritual weapons from the storage bag.

The green-robed old man took the spiritual weapon, and his expression could no longer be restrained with pride. "This fourth game, it's my turn to send someone from the Qingxuan Sect......"

He glanced at the other four core disciples of the Wind Spirit Sect, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said proudly at this moment: "Fellow Daoists, in my opinion, we will decide the victory or defeat in one game, I will send one person, as long as there is someone in your sect who can defeat him, then even if you win the Wind Spirit Sect in this fighting law conference, not only will all the spiritual weapons you won before be returned, but I will add fifty medium-grade spiritual weapons as a bet." ”

Ming Daozi's expression was gloomy, the words of the green-robed old man were very simple, that is, he wanted to bet on fifty medium-grade spiritual weapons, although the medium-grade spiritual weapons were nothing to his Fenglingmen, but if he lost, he Fenglingmen was afraid that he would become a laughing stock.

But you have to dare to try everything, and the other party actually proposed that it might be an opportunity for him Fenglingmen.

"Okay, as long as no one in my Wind Spirit Sect can win, then in this Fighting Law Conference, even if Qingxuan Sect wins, we will also give fifty medium-grade spirit weapons at that time!"

Ming Daozi opened his mouth decisively, his voice was resolute, and he glanced at several core disciples, looking forward to it in his heart, but also a little worried.

The green-robed old man arched his hand with a smile, and then his eyes flashed, and he said directly at this moment: "Qi Yan, if you go up, you can only win, and you are not allowed to worship!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked onto the round platform, his expression was proud, his face was not handsome, and he had an unstoppable expression on his face at this moment, and after standing on the round platform, he said directly: "The wastes of the Wind Spirit Gate, which of you dares to fight with me." ”

The sarcasm in his tone made the eyes of the four core disciples of the Wind Spirit Sect flicker, and even the Eight Vein Elders showed anger on their faces.

"Hmph, but in the early stage of foundation building, I'll meet you!"

Among the four core disciples, a stout middle-aged man jumped onto the round platform at this moment, and the cultivation at the peak of the early stage of foundation building burst out.

"It's Senior Brother Zhou Yu, the first person I used to be a disciple of the Wind Spirit Sect!"

"Senior Brother Zhou was the first more than ten years ago, and now that the foundation has been built, it must be extremely strong, and my Fenglingmen will win this battle!"

As Zhou Yu stepped forward, the disciples of the Wind Spirit Sect, who were originally depressed for a while, looked excited at this moment, and for Zhou Yu, they believed in their hearts that this battle would be won!

Zhou Yu ...... Twenty years ago, his subordinates were defeated, and they dared to be arrogant?" Qi Yan sneered, with a hint of mockery on his face, his right hand pinched it, and there were words in his mouth, and suddenly, a hideous-looking cyan dragon suddenly appeared in the sky.

As soon as the cyan dragon appeared, the wind and clouds began to change, and an amazing aura emanated from the dragon's body, and at this moment, the dragon's eyes were furious, and he let out an extremely terrifying roar.

The appearance of this cyan dragon made everyone's expressions change in unison, and their hearts were even more shocked.

Dragons, this is an extremely rare thing, for mortals, it is a legend that exists, looking at the flying dragon, whether it is a disciple of the Wind Spirit Sect or a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, they are all shocked at this moment, and it is absolutely unforgettable for them to be able to see such a realistic green dragon today.

The moment Zhou Yu saw this dragon, his expression changed slightly, and he was cautious in his heart, and took out a simple jade pendant from the storage bag.

For a while, two powerful momentum confronted each other, and some of the people with low cultivation were pale at the moment, forcibly enduring the discomfort, and watching intently, this kind of fighting method was extremely rare, and it was a loss to miss some of them.

Wang Cheng was also paying attention to the round platform, his heart was about to move, a strong battle intent poured out of his heart, but he was quickly suppressed, he took a deep breath at this moment, looked at the two people on the round platform, and his eyes showed thought.

He cultivated to the ninth layer of condensation, although he has not yet built a foundation, but he has the power of six star slashing and the cultivation of a spirit sword clan, not only that, but his physical strength is comparable to a high-grade spiritual weapon at this moment, how strong is he at this moment, he wants to know at the moment......

On the round platform, Zhou Yu's expression was solemn, the jade pendant in his hand continued to emit fluctuations, and an extraordinary aura emanated one after another, and the void seemed to be distorted by some kind of power, and the invisible power was condensed.

Qi Yan glanced at Zhou Yu, sneered in his heart, pointed at the other party with one hand, and suddenly the cyan dragon in the sky let out a roar, and suddenly went straight to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu shouted a few times, and suddenly crushed the jade pendant, and the cultivation of his whole body exploded, turning into a strange power, and a silver-white illusory giant suddenly appeared behind him.

This illusory giant is four or five feet tall, and he can't see the specifics clearly, but there are golden runes in the center of his eyebrows, which are confused, and can only be roughly seen, but he can't see the details. As soon as it appeared at this moment, bursts of ancient vicissitudes of life emanated.

"It's... This is the Sword Descendant Ancient Clan!" The green-robed old man looked incredulous, he hadn't noticed anything at the beginning of this illusory giant's appearance, but as the aura emanated, he immediately understood everything!

This illusory giant is the Sword Descendant Ancient Clan!

It was an existence in ancient times, and it is said that it was extremely powerful, and the most powerful sword descendant could destroy immortals and demons with a single sword.

The jade pendant in Zhou Yu's hand looked extremely extraordinary to him at this moment.

The Sword Descendant Ancient Clan, that is a powerful race, like an immortal god, only lives in legends, although what he sees in front of him is only a phantom of his clan, but he knows extremely well in his heart that unless Qi Yan bursts out with all his strength, it is very likely to be defeated.

At the moment when this illusory giant appeared, Wang Cheng's heart suddenly swelled with huge waves, and the sword seal of the Sword Clan surged in his eyebrows, and a feeling of seeing the ancestors surged into his heart.

"This giant...... Is it the Sword Clan?"

Wang Cheng was puzzled in his heart, his eyes were a little confused, and he looked at this illusory giant deadly.

"No, this giant is not a sword clan... But what's going on with this sword clan aura...... "Wang Cheng's heart shook, feeling that his understanding of the sword clan was far from enough, and the fluctuations emitted by the giant in front of him made him feel that he had seen an ancestor.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wang Cheng stared, glanced at Zhou Yu on the round platform, and suddenly had an urge to snatch the jade pendant in the other party's hand.

At this moment, at the moment when the cyan giant dragon rushed over, the illusory figure behind Zhou Yu flashed with golden light in the center of his eyebrows, and an illusory golden giant sword appeared, Wang Cheng saw it very clearly, this golden giant sword appeared, and it was very similar to the sword of the sword clan!

The cyan dragon looked at the illusory giant fiercely, its eyes had a trace of imperceptible fear, and at this moment, its face became more and more hideous, and its body turned into a green man, and it rushed away.

The illusory giant glanced at Qingmang very casually, raised his right hand, and the golden giant sword fell into his hand, and the next moment, he suddenly swung his sword, and a trace of fluctuations that outsiders couldn't see swept out violently.

Wang Cheng looked at this scene, his mind roared, the sword of this giant just now, which contained the natal supernatural power of the sword slash series, sword slash!

But this sword is different from the sword slash, Wang Cheng wants to see it clearly, but he can't do it, he knows that this is his own cultivation is not enough, and at this moment he sighed in his heart, feeling as if he had missed something......

"Qi Yan, you can use all your cultivation in this battle. The green-robed old man looked at the situation on the field and spoke decisively at this moment.

When Qi Yan heard this, his expression moved, he glanced at Zhou Yu, who was a little pale, and then sneered, and a wave of fluctuations in the middle stage of foundation building emanated......

Mid-stage foundation building!

This Qi Yan's cultivation is in the middle stage of foundation building!

Zhou Yu's expression changed, and his heart was extremely shocked, he never thought that this Qi Yan's cultivation had actually reached the middle stage of foundation building!

Not only him, but also the head of the sect, Ming Daozi, also changed his expression, and instantly became gloomy, at this moment, his heart no longer had any hope for this Dharma Fighting Conference.

You must know that the monks of the foundation building realm, the gap between the early and middle stages is very large, and unless there is a spiritual treasure, it is extremely difficult to make up for the gap.

In the blue light that the cyan dragon turned into, a high-pitched dragon roar came out at this moment, and while reverberating around, a terrifying aura suddenly rose.

The illusory giant's sword had just been cut down, and the slightest fluctuation that only Wang Cheng could see was shattered under the impact of Qingmang at this moment, and the next moment Qingmang enveloped the illusory giant, Zhou Yu's face turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood at the moment, his body took a few steps back, and the jade pendant in his hand turned into fragments and dissipated with a click......

This strongest battle, the Wind Spirit Gate...... Defeated......