In the middle of the night, Nan Jiantian was on his way back to the house.

Suddenly, the figures behind him flashed and disappeared.

"Who the hell is sneaking around here?" Nan Jiantian shouted, and immediately drew his sword and was on guard.

There was a burst of wild laughter in the night sky, and then, the way ahead was blocked by three figures, the one who came was Yang Wanxing and the young man in Chinese clothes who had been defeated in his hands, and the other person he had never seen before.

But seeing that the contours of his face are quite similar to Yang Wanxing, as if carved out of a mold, there is no doubt that he should be his sibling.

As Nan Jiantian expected, this person's name is Yang Sheng, and he is Yang Wanxing's brother, and his strength is still above Yang Wanxing, and he is even expected to participate in the annual competition for the top eight.

Yang Wanxing and the young man in Huafu have all suffered under Nan Jiantian, and even the magic weapon they relied on was destroyed.

Both of them had the shadow of defeat, and after hesitating, they invited Yang Sheng to suppress the formation.

Looking at the situation, Nan Jiantian already knew it, and said happily instead of worrying at the moment: "It's getting late now, what do the three of you want?"

"Nan Jiantian, when you are dying, you are still clever in your words, you have made me lose face, if I don't kill you, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart. Yang Wanxing said hatefully.

"Standing in your shadow, I'm afraid that it will be difficult for us to cultivate in this life, and you have become a 'demonic barrier' to our Dao heart!"

"It turns out that you are here for this, so it seems that you are making excuses for your weakness!" Nan Jiantian deliberately provoked the other party.

Sure enough, Yang Wanxing and the young man in Huafu looked angry when they heard this, and they couldn't wait to immediately step forward and tear apart Nan Jiantian.

On the side, Yang Sheng, who had been obscure, couldn't help but shake his head for a while, Yang Wanxing and the young man in Chinese clothes were annoyed and embarrassed by the other party's words, and they lost their minds, this is a sign of defeat before the battle.

Nan Jiantian's move is 'attacking the heart first', and the end is extremely clever.

"Tonight's battle should wash away the shame suffered by the two of us!"

"It's a shame to have an opponent like you. ”

"Arrogant, let it die!"

Yang Wanxing was annoyed and ashamed, and made a brazen move.

"Turtle of Xuanshui!"

At this moment, the void was like boiling water, and the magic form of a turtle rose in the void, like a house, casting a huge shadow in the nether realm.

The criss-crossing texture of its tortoise shell and its deep sea-like aura seem to silently tell its long history.

"Water spirit beast, Xuanwu!" Nan Jiantian said in surprise.

"That's right! Ben Shao's skills have not yet been defeated by you, tonight's battle will let you and I show our true strength and have a fair duel!" Yang Wanxing said proudly.

Xuanwu drank his neck and hissed, the endless void suddenly became cloudy, the huge mouth opened violently, and an extreme column of water bombarded the southern sword sky.

Nan Jiantian did not dodge or dodge, stepped on the water column, and instantly arrived at the Xuanwu Void Peak, urging the Huolin Sword to cut down, and a wave of fire came out of the blade and shrouded Xuanwu.

The void suddenly became cold, and the endless mist condensed into a curtain of ice, as if a heavenly sting was drawn in front of him, blocking the erosion of the fire wave.

Countless water vapors condensed into ice crystals, turning into ice blades and ice spikes in the sky, like dots of stars in a bright galaxy, splitting their heads and covering their faces towards the southern sword sky.

The Southern Sword Heavenly Sword danced in the air, and the fire-colored sword qi formed an impenetrable sword net, crushing all the ice thorns in the sky into ice slag.

"Boom"

With a clear bell that resounded through the sky, Nan Jiantian urged the half-iron tower-like morning bell to blast through the ice curtain, and its momentum was unabated, hitting the Xuanwu behind it.

The morning bell struck Xuanwu's tortoise shell, sending a deep sound, as if the powerful blow did not hit the flesh and blood, but the mountain.

Xuanwu did not suffer as hard as he imagined.

"The hand of the King of the Ming Dynasty!"

"King Ming's mudra!"

Nan Jiantian couldn't strike a blow, and went straight down with a golden light hand.

Seeing Nan Jiantian's amazing momentum, the Xuanshui Turtle immediately retracted the huge turtle head under the tortoise shell, and no matter how Nan Jiantian made a move, he would never show his head.

"Bang bang bang!"

Nan Jiantian bombarded with the hands of the Great Ming King and the Ming King Handprint, but the metamorphosis of Xuanwu's physical defense was amazing, and he couldn't help it for a while.

Yang Wanxing was also shocked when he saw that Xuanwu was suppressed, and that Nan Jiantian was extremely powerful every time he made a move.

Even if you face the "Ming King's Hand" and "Ming King's Handra", such domineering and incomparable Buddhism, you will definitely fail.

He suddenly had a hint of luck, and he didn't give Nan Jiantian more opportunities to make a move in the ring.

Even the young man in Chinese clothes on the other side was in turmoil, and he realized that it didn't seem to be a wise move for the three of them to appear tonight to intercept Nan Jiantian.

But when the young man in the Chinese costume thought of the destruction of the Green Snake Sword, his face became extremely gloomy, as if he could unscrew the water.

"No matter who you are, destroy my Green Snake Sword and let you repay it with your life, even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't save you today. Canglong Whip!"

The young man in Chinese clothes shouted loudly and sacrificed a bone whip of a length of a few feet.

"Dragon Dance!"

The young man in the Chinese costume urged the dragon whip to shoot in the air, and the shadow of the whip in the sky strangled towards the southern sword sky.

Countless whip shadows shrouded the southern sword sky, blocking this void, making it impossible for people to avoid it.

At the moment when the young man in Chinese costume sacrificed the "Canglong Whip", the Huolin Sword actually trembled violently, as if he felt something.

Then, the virtual image of the divine dragon appeared in the void, and the two bronze bell-like eyes stared at the young man in Chinese clothes motionlessly, and finally its gaze settled on the 'Canglong Whip' in his palm, and the surprise in his eyes was unobstructed.

The dragon's roar filled the sky, and the huge body of the divine dragon swam away, and rushed straight towards the young man in the lower realm.

With its approach, the Canglong Whip seemed to be called, but he didn't listen to the call, and he could no longer be handy, and the Canglong Whip, which was originally connected with the young man in Chinese clothes, cut off the connection with him, and was about to get out of his control.

The young man in Huafu could no longer suppress Nan Jiantian with all his strength, but instead had to suppress the Canglong Whip with all his Yuan Force to prevent Lingbao from getting out of control.

Nan Jiantian's pressure suddenly decreased, and he looked at everything in front of him in shock, and secretly wondered: Could it be that there is any potential connection between the Canglong Whip and the Divine Dragon? This whip is extremely similar to the 'Dragon Whisker', is it possible......

Seeing that the virtual image of the dragon had reached the sky above the young man in Chinese clothes, Yang Sheng, who had been silent, could no longer stand by and watch.

"Joy - Extreme Escape!"

At this moment, Yang Sheng went straight to the power of freedom, and before the iron fist arrived, the strength had already arrived.

Shenlong was caught off guard and was hit by Yang Sheng's side.

The huge body of the dragon twisted in the void for a while, and it also deviated from its original trajectory, allowing the young man in Chinese clothes to avoid the doom of death.

The divine dragon roared angrily, and the young man who abandoned the Chinese costume came to Yangsheng to kill.

"You forced me, I wanted to save this trick until the championship, but I didn't expect to make an exception for you. Qinglong, show up!"

Yang Sheng's face was gloomy, and he pulled out the sword pinned to his waist, which was the Qinglong Sword on the famous sword list.