Yin Zifang looked at the falling feathers, smiled slightly, reached out to twist a piece of flower feathers, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently.

Wei Boyu frowned, you must know that Hua Yu was transformed by sword qi, and he was unharmed, not to mention, he was still playing with sword qi, how could this be possible?

Could it be that he had cultivated some incredible body refining exercises to achieve this point? He Wei Boyu really didn't believe in this evil spirit! Suddenly, running the True Yuan, dancing the long sword, a burst of aura diverged into thousands of sword lights and stabbed forward.

When Yin Zifang saw it, he hurriedly clasped his fists with both hands, agitating Zhenyuan, and his clothes were cleansed by the surging Zhenyuan.

The sword light transformed by Wei Boyu's sword qi was not simple, and it directly pierced through the clothes and stabbed Yin Zifang's body.

But when he saw that there were no clothes on his face, hands and other places on his body, his face turned purple, and a trace of evil light flashed in his eyes.

An elder in the sky saw his appearance, frowned, and said, "How did the disciple of the Wushen Sect teach him, he actually used his body as a corpse to sacrifice, which is clearly a demon. ”

"This is someone else's business, he doesn't take his body seriously, what do you care? It doesn't matter how he cultivates, as long as he doesn't do things that anger and resentment people. An elder next to him said.

Hearing this, the other elders nodded in agreement.

Indeed, there are thousands of avenues, and any one of them can lead to the door of entry.

As long as you don't do things that are devastating, mad, and contrary to human ethics, it is indeed difficult for others to intervene.

Some of the disciples of the various sects watching the game under the ring saw Yin Zifang's appearance, and they were dumbfounded: "This guy is ruthless enough?"

"What's wrong?" someone next to him asked, puzzled.

"You should know that the Wushen Sect is most famous for refining corpses and controlling ghosts, and this guy actually refines himself like a zombie, and it seems that he has achieved cultivation, and he should have reached the realm of copper skin, steel and iron bones. ”

"Can you still cultivate like this?" the man's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

"Who knows. The understander shook his head.

Yin Zifang looked at the clothes that had been pierced by the sword qi, and said with a sneer: "If you have any tricks, just use them, otherwise as soon as I make a move, you won't have a chance." ”

It's too arrogant.

"Emperor of the Heavenly Dao, the sun and the moon are normal. ”

Wei Boyu was furious, and a sword slashed out, and the sword qi flew towards Yin Zifang like a spiral. Yin Zifang found that there was an aura in the power of the spiral that made his heart palpitate, as if he wanted to return the steel body he had worked so hard to cultivate.

How does this work?

Yin Zifang's heart moved, and a head with long double horns, green fangs, and a cloak of hair appeared in front of him.

"Adversary?" said the Elder of the Sky as he saw what he had taken out.

"With the skill of this little thing, how can it be possible to subdue the demon?" said an elder.

"Has the law enforcement elder guarding the ring checked, how could he let this kind of thing that doesn't match his own cultivation come to the stage to participate in the competition?" What the hell is this.

Yin Zifang took out the demon head and greeted the sword qi that Wei Boyu had slashed in.

In an instant, the sword qi slashed at the demon.

The adversary screamed, spewing out countless black mist, turning into a horned skull and falling heavily to the ground.

The elders in the sky and the disciples of the various sects under the ring looked at the skull and found that the horns on the skeleton were actually glued, and they were speechless for a while.

Yin Zifang saw that the demon puppet that had been refined with great difficulty was broken, so he hurriedly put it away and released four burly and stout corpses wearing armor and weapons to kill Wei Boyu.

Seeing the corpse refining coming, Wei Boyu unhurriedly raised his sword into the air and said, "Emperor Tiande, you can't punish it." Zhenyuan spit slightly, and a sword light went straight into the sky. In an instant, a mighty heavenly power descended, pressing several refining corpses to the ground, making a "beep" sound of broken bone joints.

Surrendering the refining corpse, Wei Boyu looked at Yin Zifang, his left hand quickly made a seal, and the long sword in his right hand pointed at him, and said: "Tianfu Sword Seal, Xuanji Break." ”

A sword seal volleyed into the air, exuding great divine might, and imprinted towards the Yin Zifang.

Yin Zifang was willing to tie his hands, and immediately took out a flag from the storage ring and raised it slightly, and the ring was suddenly shrouded in a black fog, and there were ghosts howling inside. He originally wanted to use the Hundred Ghost Banner to block the sword mark, but who knew that the sword mark actually emitted a dazzling light to dispel the black fog and go straight to him.

Seeing that many magic weapons were useless, Yin Zifang simply put them away, ran his true qi, and punched them.

This punch, gathering all his strength, the incomparably huge True Yuan Transformation Dragon roared, roaring angrily and rushing towards the sword seal.

"Boom"

The two exchanged blows, and Yin Zifang was blasted backwards by the huge power of the sword seal, and did not stop until the edge of the ring.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Boyu shouted: "Sword go." Suddenly, the long sword turned into a rainbow and flew away, and immediately came to the Yin side. He was hit by the sword mark, and he had no strength to resist, anyway, he was defeated, and he didn't bother to play again, so he jumped out of the ring and left.

"Wei Bo Yusheng, Shendu Helian Ying and Kui Zong Nanmen Xiong came to the stage to compete. ”

The god capital Helian Ying is said to be a person similar to the Yin Zi Fang of the Wu Shen Sect, but the difference is that the Yin Zi Fang refines himself as a corpse, while Helian Ying and the others are in the underground, invaded by the Yin Qi of the crypt, and in the end they became like this.

Gongliang took Mi Gu and Phantom Wujing and others to watch under the ring for a while, and felt that there was no taste, so he walked to the other rings.

Other rings are also competing, and the content is similar to what he just watched.

But the cultivation of these people who compete in the ring is not bad, but speaking of which, the more they reach the end, the higher the strength of the disciples of the various sects, and no one is worse.

After this round, the number of participants left to participate in the competition fell to more than 200. More than 200 people caught the right game, and the remaining 100 people continued to compete for the top 10 in the Zhuzong competition.

Gongliang didn't look at the rankings and rewards of the competition, but thinking that he was a disciple of Changwu, the sect leader of the Miaodao Immortal Sect, he had to do his best, so that people couldn't see it all, so as not to let the master be laughed at.

"In the fifth ring, Miaodao Immortal Sect Gongliang and Mingjing Cliff Gongsun do not fall into the ring to compete. ”

Gongliang, who was watching the game under the ring, was stunned when he heard the name.

Walking on the stage, Gongsun Buluo looked at the person who defeated him in the defense competition, and grinned: "Gongsun Buluo of Mingjing Cliff has seen Your Excellency. ”

"Miao Dao Immortal Sect Gongliang, please advise. ”

After the two of them finished talking about each other, they each took out their weapons. Gongliang took the eight-sided golden gourd hammer over there last time, and the one who did not fall behind Gongsun was the long sword. At the beginning of the game, Gongliang was not polite, but felt that he raised his hammer and smashed it. Gongsun Buluo suffered from the hammer and hurriedly flew back. Gongliang followed closely and pursued closely.

"Up, up, up. ”

Under the ring, a disciple shouted excitedly.

Gongliang was speechless, and he didn't know what this guy was excited about!