"Haha, he changed his moves, he finally changed his moves!" Yin Mou was suffocated, his excited face was flushed, like a crab boiled in boiling water.

None of them took the conversation, and they were excited, but they still had the sense to know what that excitement meant.

Yin Mou just blocked one move in the seven nights, and at the cost of destroying the magic weapon, he just caught one move of the evil dragon mudra, and his current excitement was completely unreasonable.

Around Nanaya's clenched fists, there was a white mist that burst out from between his fingers, and a lot of ash and dust, all of which were destroyed in the treasure bag.

When he opened his hand, the treasure bag that had turned into a puddle of powder in his hand drifted away in the wind, and Yin Mou's laughter stopped abruptly at this time.

"You can't die well, you destroyed all my magic weapons, you can't die well, you ......" Yin Mou, who came back to his senses, was angry again, and the sickly laughing just now was like two people.

"Noise!" was another sneer, and Qiye's hand waved out again, still the desperate evil dragon mudra.

"No!" Yin Mou trembled in despair, he didn't want to be like the two people in front of him, he didn't know what Seven Nights would do after he was defeated, he didn't want to risk his life to others.

Yin Mou habitually patted his waist, where the treasure bag used to be, but now it was empty.

Only then did he remember that the treasure bag was long gone, and it was destroyed by the man in front of him who was as terrifying as a demon god.

When Yin Mou reacted, a huge palm covered his face, and then he felt that the world was spinning upside down, and there was a tingling pain in the back of his head, and then his soul wandered away, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Kicking the motionless Yin Mou, Qiye glanced around as usual, and this time no one dared to raise their heads to look at him, and they all bowed their heads.

It's not that the Great Mudra of the Evil Dragon is strong, and there are also moves that are tougher than it, but those monks have been recruited more or less, and they have all participated in the sect ring competition, and there are few casual cultivators.

This is cheaper for seven nights, so that he doesn't have to expose his strength more, so as not to attract attention.

"It's not more than three things, I've given you three chances, and then the monks who come up to challenge in the future, I don't guarantee that you will still be lucky to be kicked down!"

Seven Nights' words were cold, and with his calm countenance, no one didn't believe his words.

No one refutes, no one shouts, at this moment, it seems that the ring is all dominated by the Seven Nights, this is his prestige, and finally after defeating the Duobao Dao people, all of them burst out.

Shi Dang stood in the crowd, excitedly squeezing his eyebrows with Qiye, he had already understood that Qiye was using his moves.

Shi Dang was kind-hearted, and at this time, he didn't have the idea of being plagiarized and seized by Qiye, he only had joy in his heart, it turned out that he could be so strong now.

Seven Nights' Evil Dragon Dahamudra Shi Dang can't, but he has fists and legs, why does it have to be palms.

On this issue, Mu Ne's stone swing finally got smart once.

Since no one dared to challenge on the stage, those who were watching under the first ring dispersed, and they didn't want to be targeted by that madman.

There are a total of eight winners to be determined in the Sanshu Ring, and in addition to the first ring, which was occupied by Seven Nights, there are also seven rings. Now these seven rings have begun to fight fiercely.

The scattered cultivation is uneven, and it is not as uniform as the sect ring battle, and the monks who ascend to the Immortal Realm are all the same, and they have a standardized battle mode.

In these seven rings, in addition to the five rings, there are also two rings where there are two people who are not cultivators in the Immortal Realm.

From the perspective of Seven Nights, it can be observed that those two places are also the two rings with the most battles and the most lively battles on the stage.

It's not that there are no strong people in the Immortal Realm to challenge, but these two monks with six magic tricks seem to have strong strength, and even the Ascending Immortal Realm has become a defeated general in their hands.

One of them is in the fifth ring, which is closest to the first ring of the Seven Nights.

It's hard not to attract attention to a very young man, not as arrogant as Seven Nights shows, like a hot burst of magma. Unlike Nanaya, he feels very cold, just like his words, his sword.

The first sentence after he stepped on the stage made people feel that it was difficult to have a good impression, just because of one sentence: "Come up, die." ”

Some people think that it is arrogance, and even many monks who have ascended to the Immortal Realm dare not say such provocative words, but this person who only has six layers said it.

And he did, and with the sword in his hand, a miserable green sword, proved to all those who scorned and mocked disdain, that what he said was no joke.

"He's a placeholder too?"

"Xu is a genius of which sect is being mixed up in the casual cultivation and wants to snatch a place for an opportunity. ”

"Doesn't the Sword Saint Sect care?"

Everyone in the ring was talking, and the young man on the stage was indifferent, his gaze only stayed in three places, which were all the scenery in his eyes.

The first place is the vast mountain-like high pavilion, where there are sect monks who have been dotted in advance, there are firewood and swords all over the sky, and there is also a sword saint sect master sword sealing snow, which accounts for three points of the scenery.

The second place is the seven nights of the first ring, standing like an ancient god, and he blocks the scenery of the other three points.

The last place was the young man standing in the seventh ring, who had just defeated a powerhouse in the Immortal Realm and was quietly recovering. As if he felt the other party's sweeping gaze, his eyes shimmered between the opening and closing.

These are the three landscapes in his eyes, each with three points each, and the last point of scenery, in his heart and above his head.

At the same time as the boy looked at him, Qiye was also looking at him, found his three gazes, and understood the thoughts in the boy's heart.

"I'm afraid it's not to occupy a place, but an unruly genius in the sect who wants to show his edge in this demon suppression conference. It's just that the style of acting is too ruthless, and it is inevitable that the heart will be affected. Nanaya thought regretfully.

Such a genius, especially in the sixfold magic formula, is not a lot of monks who can defeat the immortal realm, and they are all offered in the sect like treasures.

They are the hope of the future, and they are very likely to become the head of a sect, the head of a sect, and the foundation for the continuation of a sect.

"Look for death! Fight me, still looking around, you are so arrogant and blind!" Opposite him, the Sanxiu who took the stage to avenge his partner, his eyes widened with anger.

Gu Xihan felt very strange why the other party had irrational emotions such as anger and resentment after the death of an irrelevant person.

Shouldn't all emotions that interfere with judgment and affect the sword be eliminated?

Gu Xihan didn't feel that what he did was wrong, because he had already said when he went to the ring that if he came up, he would die.

Isn't it a very contradictory thing that those who dare to come to power after this to challenge themselves are not ready to die? Otherwise, why would they come to power?

Gu Xihan tightened the Biyun Liantian in his hand, this is the name of a sword, it is called Biyun Liantian, it is a good sword, he is used to it.

It is unfair that successive monks of the Immortal Realm go to the ring, but there is nothing fair in the world, only survival is king, Gu Xihan understands.

Pursing his meager lips, Gu Xihan's fingers lightly tapped on the hilt of the sword, activating his muscles and bones by the way. He liked this feeling very much, because the sound seemed to carry a slight sword sound, which was a kind of communication between the sword and his body, a tacit understanding.

Elegant and slender fingers, full of frequent tapping on the Biyun Liantian Sword.

The voice is soft, crisp and ethereal. The surrounding air seemed to be driven and vibrate.

Sword Cultivator?Seven Nights raised his eyebrows, he was originally just curious about the sixfold cultivator who could stand in the ring, but he didn't expect that this one was still a qualified sword cultivator, and Seven Nights could feel that he was in harmony with the miserable green long sword in his hand.

A trace of green gas escaped under the percussion, and the blue clouds and the sky were like a green vine full of branches at this moment, straight to the sky, connecting the sky.

So in the sky above the venue of the Demon Eradication Conference, an equally miserable green cloud appeared, a cloud that spread out like a white lake, stirred by the rising green air, and rippled on the surface of the cloud.

The Ascending Immortal Realm cultivator who avenged his companion didn't want to give the other party time to recharge his strength, and his companion just now died at the hands of this person with a calm face.

He stomped his feet fiercely, and the whole person flew out, with an indomitable attitude, the momentum that belonged to the Ascending Immortal Realm was unobstructed, and even the clear white clouds in front of him were forced by his momentum and suppressed a few points.

It was this suppressed white cloud that suddenly seemed to be immersed in a dye vat, and the originally white cloud faded into a touch of green.

What is the blue clouds, that is, the turquoise clouds are connected together, obscuring the entire sky. It's a vision that no one will be glad to see.

The miserable green clouds, with the blue snakes transformed by true qi swimming among them, the clouds and qi fluctuating were like terrifying grimaces with folds when they laughed.

"Your anger is completely meaningless. Gu Xihan picked up the Biyun Liantian Sword, the miserable green flashing fluorescent sword body, reflecting his pale face and thin lips, his eyes narrowed into a slit, like two poisonous snakes staring at their prey.

Raise your sword, drop your sword.

The poisonous clouds were connected, and the heavens and the earth were dyed and barren, this was originally a killing move, and the eyes of the monks in the Immortal Realm widened.

Gu Xihan slowly drew his sword, and the fifth corpse on the ground that turned into pus had no effect on him. When Biyun Liantian first became a god, he had already announced the death of the other party, even if he had ascended to the fairyland.

No one can survive this poison, not even himself.

Gu Xihan needs to hold the Biyun Liantian Sword all the time, not because the person is in the sword, but because the sword is gone, the person will really die.

Solved another opponent, and Gu Xihan had no joy on his face. His fighting spirit still stayed in three places, and he believed that the other party could feel it.

Participating in the Demon Slaying Conference as a casual cultivator is the arrangement of the sect, and it is also Gu Xihan's own idea, he doesn't want everything to be so smooth, and likes to challenge all kinds of variables that appear.

Qiye's gaze and Gu Xihan's gaze made brief contact in the air, and then it seemed to be glued together, unable to move away.

"Interesting. Gu Xihan began to lightly tap the hilt of the sword with his knuckles again, and he was listening to a murderous tune in his hand holding the sword.

"Interesting. "Qiye is cold and cold, he doesn't have the Remnant Star Sword in his hand, it's just a simple intuition among sword cultivators, even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand. Gu Xihan is very strong, even if he has not broken through to the Ascending Immortal Realm, he is still very strong.

"Interesting. In the seventh ring, the monk, whose lips were slightly white, and who was still racing against time to recover, gave up his precious time to recuperate, and said the same thing, and a long sword as red as fire was quietly flat on his knees, dripping sweat on it, and steaming white gas came out.

On the high pavilion, everyone watching the battle suddenly had a consensus in their hearts: the loose cultivation ring seems to be more interesting than the sect ring!