Yuntian Sect, Baiyun Peak.

As soon as he returned to his residence, the sky was just bright, Lang Chuan summoned the Bull Demon King, and let him forage for food on his own, the current Bull Demon King has the cultivation of the third layer of condensation, he is very much looking forward to what kind of strength the first-order Bull Demon King will be after reaching the ninth order, and whether he will be able to condense into a human form in the near future and achieve a demon immortal.

Suddenly, in an instant, he felt that the temperature around him was instantly much higher, and a cold-faced young man in green clothes slowly walked out from elsewhere.

Lang Chuan frowned, and then asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm Tang Songling. The young man's cold face was full of pride.

"Tang Songling, isn't that the son of Tianjiao, who is known as the first person in the outer sect?" Lang Chuan said quietly: "Oh, it turned out to be Senior Brother Tang, I don't know why Senior Brother Tang came?"

Listening to his name, he was so calm, Tang Songling was a little surprised, in the outer sect, who was not in awe of himself, and wondered in his heart: "This person is definitely not an ordinary person, he has not changed his face so much." Although I am also at the peak of the fourth layer of condensation, I am obviously slightly better than him, is it because I defeated Xiao Lei and thought that I was invincible in the outer sect? Hmph, I want to see what kind of ability you have, is it you Langchuan superior, or my Tang Songling is superior. ”

"Langchuan, do you dare to fight me?"

Lang Chuan looked at Tang Songling, who had the same cultivation as himself, with a look of fighting intent, as if he had an understanding: "What are you fighting for?"

Tang Songling was slightly stunned, unable to figure out what Lang Chuan meant, but he straightened his chest and said bluntly: "Fight for dignity!"

Fight for dignity And why am I fighting? Lang Chuan fell into deep thought, and after a while, he already had the result and said: "Okay, just say this to you, if you fight, I will fight." ”

"Happy, see you tomorrow at noon. Tang Songling saw that Langchuan was so refreshing, and the sullen energy that had accumulated in his heart for many days was swept away, and he also changed the answer to what he was fighting for forever at this time, yes, fighting for dignity, fighting for the dignity of my Tangjiabao, and then laughed.

"See you or leave you!" Nanikawa said.

"See you or leave!" Tang Songling also returned the salute with a salute, and then left with a sword.

At noon the next day, the competition platform.

The sky is clear, the morning glow is full, there is not even a trace of floating, as if all the variegated colors have been filtered, and it shines magnificently.

Under the stage of the competition, countless disciples of the outer sect were surrounded, and even some disciples of the inner sect came to watch the excitement, and some disciples who were in retreat also came to watch. Among the crowd of onlookers, there are many beautiful and colorful female monks, their eyes show admiration, and the two people standing on the stage are both big celebrities of the foreign sect, one is the strong, handsome and dashing Tang Songling, and the other is the new dark horse gentle and elegant Langchuan.

The competition platform is a competition platform that each mountain peak has, and the platform has a defensive formation, and those who compete in the competition can cast spells in it at will, without worrying about the spell hurting the onlookers or breaking the house outside the competition platform.

"Senior brother, please!" Nan Chuan hugged his fists.

"Senior brother, please!" Tang Songling also replied with a fist clenched.

The onlookers on the competition platform looked at the two without blinking, only to see that both of them were looking at each other, and they could strike a powerful blow at any time, but after waiting for a cup of tea, there was no movement, and the audience gradually began to have some commotion.

At this moment, the two of them let out a low cry at the same time.

"Sword of the Storm. ”

"Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart. ”

A hurricane roared towards the Langchuan with a sword blade that shimmered with cold light, and at the same time, countless extremely small but extremely sharp ice-breaking blades shot towards Tang Songling.

At the moment of hand-to-hand combat, the sound of the collision between the ice arrow and the wind sword was endless.

"Wind shield. ”

"Ice shield. ”

There was also a low snort, but then there were two muffled snorts. The Sword of the Storm and the Arrow of Frost slammed into the Ice Shield and the Wind Escape at the same time, and then they all collapsed together, and the two of them were shocked back a few steps at the same time before they could barely stand firm.

For the first time, the power of the two spells and the speed of spell casting were the same, and both of them had a very clear understanding of each other's strength. To Tang Songling's surprise, his strength to enter the fifth layer of condensation with only one foot and his advantage at the peak of the fifth layer of condensation were overshadowed, and his first move had obviously gained the upper hand. And what surprised Lang Chuan was that the results of the spell casting speed and the power of the skill that he had been practicing and studying all the time did not have the upper hand in front of this person.

"Exciting, come again!" Tang Songling looked at Lang Chuan and laughed with a warlike intent.

Lang Chuan frowned, suddenly pointed to the sky and quickly pinched the trick, and shouted: "Razer technique!"

I saw that the sky I was pointing to suddenly changed color, and a thunder snake exuding heavenly power instantly smashed towards Tang Songling.

At the moment when everyone held their breath and stared at the thunder snake, Tang Songling's eyes showed a crazy color, and he suddenly sat down cross-legged, and then quickly pinched his hands, and an orange air cover instantly protected him tightly in the middle, at the same time, the rolling thunder snake suddenly opened its mouth to devour it, and bit off the air cover, but the thunder snake couldn't bite half a point, Tang Songling's forehead was exposed, and the rolling sweat kept slipping down.

The Razer Technique consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy, but the Razer Technique in front of him couldn't hurt him in the slightest, just depleting each other's spiritual energy out of thin air, and then just as Lang Chuan revoked the Razer Technique and withdrew his spiritual sense, Tang Songling smiled in his eyes, slapped the air cover with his left hand, and then shouted: "Wind Thunder Tiger, go." ”

I saw a hurricane turn into a giant tiger, suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the thunder snake into its belly, and in an instant, the two attributes of wind and thunder were strangely fused, and the wind tiger that kept flashing thunder was like a heavenly might, and the Wuthering Mountain was rushing towards the waves.

Lang Chuan was shocked in his heart, the dual-attribute spell is really worthy of the title of the first person in the outer sect, he can actually combine the two spells together and transform them into a higher spell, this person is a genius.

"If you can, so can I. Lang Chuan's eyes pinched the magic trick fiercely, and he suddenly pointed at the last remaining aura. If the mountains can be reclaimed from the sea, I will be able to fill the river, and if the water can cover the mountains, I will be able to cross the river. This is my character of Langchuan, never give up, never give up, just for the sun of tomorrow will still rise for me.

Suddenly, only a loud eagle cry was heard, which resounded throughout Baiyun Peak. A stout eagle with powerful wings fluttered towards the wind and thunder tiger, and the eagle struck with thunder, so that it was not tragic.

As soon as the eagle spraying the raging flame touched the wind thunder tiger, it immediately swelled, and the wind helped the flames to become more and more vigorous, only to see the eagle frantically grabbing the wind thunder tiger with a pair of sharp claws and pecking fiercely, and finally the wind thunder tiger gradually became smaller, and Tang Songling's little face was already pale, and he stubbornly resisted the eagle's devouring with the only remaining aura.

Lang Chuan was not in a hurry to devour the Wind Thunder Tiger, but slowly consumed Tang Songling's aura and further erased his spiritual sense in the Wind Thunder Tiger, which was Lang Chuan's bold attempt. Lang Chuan also felt that his aura seemed to be much purer than Tang Songling's, and it was estimated that it was the reason for cultivating the Nine Turns Golden Dragon Technique and the Ancient Mirror Quenching.

When he already felt that Tang Songling's aura was exhausted, Lang Chuan violently lifted the last aura and forcibly erased the spirit of the Wind Thunder Tiger, and finally fell into his control. However, he did not intend to continue to attack Tang Songling, but withdrew all his spiritual sense and aura, pretending to be exhausted.

"Bang!boom!" The spiritual sense and aura disappeared at the same time, and the wind thunder tiger and eagle suddenly blew away.

"Senior brother, how about a tie? Now, the aura of you and I has been exhausted, and there is no point in fighting any longer. ”

Tang Songling, who was unwilling, thought about it for a long time, and finally nodded helplessly.

"Senior brother, I still have something to do, so I'll go back first, please. Lang Chuan arched his hand, and then pinched the magic trick and flew away.

"Please. Tang Songling replied lonely.

Looking at the figure of Langchuan Imperial Sword flying away, Tang Songling had already woken up to the fact that this kid was maintaining his dignity.

Since then, Langchuan has undergone earth-shaking changes in Tang Songling's eyes.

In the end, the discussion of life and death ended in a sighing discussion, and the name of one more person was listed in the throne of the first person in the outer sect.