The pupils of Ni Feng's eyes shrank slightly, this white tiger is completely transformed by supernatural powers, but it is extremely realistic, when it first appeared, it was only the size of an ordinary tiger, but in a blink of an eye, it became ten zhang high, and the claw fingers emitted a cold light like a blade, Ni Feng looked extremely small in front of him, this white tiger, as long as he opened his mouth, he could swallow Ni Feng!

Ni Feng didn't fight hard, but stepped a little under his feet, and quickly retreated, because the white tiger had already raised one of his front paws and slapped it down at him, his eyes full of coldness and murderous aura.

It's a bad tiger!

"Bang!" "Roar!" The white tiger fell with a claw, but it was not able to hit with one blow, and suddenly opened his mouth to Ni Feng and roared, shaking the ring to rise a layer of light curtain, this is the power of the white tiger's claw is too strong, which stimulates the prohibition of the ring to prevent the ring from collapsing, which shows how terrifying and powerful the power of the white tiger's claw is!

"It's really powerful, and it deserves to be the strongest disciple of the younger generation of the Dao Sect. Ni Feng admired it in his heart, but it also aroused his fighting spirit, maybe when he met this monk surnamed Peng today, he could let go of his hands and feet and fight to his heart's content. "Don't let me down!"

At this moment, Ni Feng retreated, raised his hands, and in the blink of an eye, a seal was twisted by him, and then his right hand suddenly slapped towards the white tiger in front of him!

"Destroy the Demon Clutche!" Ni Feng roared in his heart, and in the light of the palm of his right hand, an illusory palm came out, and as soon as the Demon Slayer Clutch appeared, it frantically absorbed the surrounding heaven and earth Yuan power, and in an instant, it changed from the size of a palm to a zhang, and then landed on the head of the white tiger without stopping!

"Boom!" came with a loud bang, and the white tiger roared unwillingly. Shattered inch by inch from the skull, in the blink of an eye. disappeared in front of Ni Feng's eyes, at the same time. The clutches of the demon slayer also turned into essence light and disappeared into the ring.

"It's not bad to be able to block fifty percent of my skills. Seeing the white tiger disappear, Ni Feng couldn't help but say something in his heart.

"Look for death!" Seeing that the white tiger was broken and disappeared into the ring, the monk surnamed Peng immediately shouted, and a blue long sword appeared in his hand at some point, stabbing towards Ni Feng with a sword, and the speed was so fast. It's exactly like teleporting.

"What a speed!" The speed of the monk surnamed Peng made Ni Feng slightly surprised, making him feel that the disciples of the Dao Sect were indeed not comparable to the disciples of ordinary sects.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword had already reached Ni Feng's chest, only three inches away from his body, which could be described as extremely dangerous, but Ni Feng did not have the slightest fear, the sword was always three inches away from him. No more accessible.

"If you have that little ability, you won't be able to win against me. At this time, Ni Feng opened his mouth leisurely and said to the monk surnamed Peng, "On speed." In this world, Ni Feng believes that there is no other speed magic technique comparable to the Nine Turns Movement Technique, and perhaps the speed of the monk surnamed Peng is extremely fast in the eyes of others. No one can avoid it, but for Ni Feng. It's easy to dodge.

"Die!" said the monk Peng's eyes flashed with a cold light. Between opening his mouth, something flew out of his mouth, which was a thin golden needle, emitting a golden light, and shot towards Ni Feng.

"It's so insidious!" Under the ring, some people watched Ni Feng's competition in the ring, seeing this scene, many monks were immediately very ashamed, and they didn't expect that the disciples of the Dao Sect would not go to defeat the opponent in a dignified manner, but actually hid needles in their words and attacked others.

"This person is going to be finished!" The monks in the audience, some people sighed for Ni Feng, this needle suddenly appeared, and it was so close that even the third-step monk was afraid that he would not be able to dodge it lightly.

"Big brother!" Seeing this, Bai Chengdao, Li An and others immediately shouted, but it was too late, and everyone could only watch Ni Feng being pierced through the head by a needle, and his body gradually disappeared into the ring.

"Haha!" The monk surnamed Peng laughed, looked at Ni Feng, who was pierced through the head, and said, "I won this one!"

Bai Chengdao and the others couldn't believe the scene they saw, Ni Feng was attacked to death like this, he really died unjustly!

"Hey, no, it's just an afterimage!" Suddenly, the sharp-eyed monk saw the truth, the "Ni Feng" who was shot through the head was an afterimage, otherwise how could it have disappeared without a single blood falling?

"You're getting complacent too soon. Before the monk surnamed Peng finished laughing, Ni Feng's voice sounded behind him, which made the monk surnamed Peng's laughter stop abruptly, and the smile was frozen on his face, but in a blink of an eye, his complexion changed greatly, and he wanted to use a backhand sword to kill Ni Feng, but it was too late, and the monk surnamed Peng only felt a tingling of his scalp, and fear instantly spread all over his body!

"Bang!"

After Ni Feng finished speaking, he slapped the back of the monk surnamed Peng with a palm without hesitation and mercilessness, so that the monk surnamed Peng was about to fly out of the ring immediately, but was blocked by the light curtain of the ring and fell heavily on the ring.

"Little friend, please be merciful!" Ni Feng's body flashed, and he arrived in front of the monk surnamed Peng, and stepped on his chest, causing the monk surnamed Peng to spit out another mouthful of blood, but when Ni Feng was about to increase his strength, the referee Elder Qin appeared beside Ni Feng and said to him: "Xiaoyou has won this game, please also ask for a high platform." ”

"Since the predecessor said so, the kid obeyed the order. "Ni Feng didn't kill him, otherwise with that palm just now, he would be able to directly slap the body of the monk surnamed Peng to collapse, and the power of destroying the devil's clutch is not just talking.

"Thank you, please rest for an hour and wait for the next game. Elder Qin arched his hand towards Ni Feng, and then with a wave of his sleeves, a fresh breeze rose out of thin air, wrapped around the monk surnamed Peng and flew out of the ring, landing on a high platform outside the crowd below, where it was a place dedicated to treating monks.

Although Ni Feng did not kill him, but he did not show mercy to his subordinates, for those who want to die by himself, Ni Feng will never show mercy, he will go down with this palm, and the muscles and veins of the monk surnamed Peng will be shattered, and the Yuan Shen will be cracked and dim, even if he can be saved, his monk will plummet, and it is not impossible to drop one or two big realms, anyway, the monk surnamed Peng will not want to step into the realm of heaven in this life!

This can't be regarded as Ni Feng's ruthlessness, if this is not the territory of the Dao Sect, Ni Feng directly killed this kind of person with one palm, and being merciful to the enemy is cruel to himself, this qiē, Ni Feng has seen too much, you know, he grew up in fighting.

After Elder Qin sent away the monk surnamed Peng, he left the ring and went to other rings, Ni Feng looked at the surrounding rings, and sent out that among the more than five hundred rings, there was already only one person left in the ring, and he saw Xuan Yucheng in the ring, and now there was only one person left in the ring, and those who stayed in the ring proved that they were the winners.

When Ni Feng's gaze fell on Xuan Yucheng, Xuan Yucheng also looked at him, with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

An Xin was still fighting against a male cultivator at this time, but she had already gained the upper hand, and it was estimated that it would not take a cup of tea to defeat the opponent.

Wentian and Qingchang are fighting hard, they are equal to their opponents, and no one can help anyone for a while, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. (To be continued......)