Song Qingshan's fiasco directly made the challengers in this area completely lose confidence. Seeing this, Xia Mu let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked normal at the moment, but in fact, he was already injured under the whirlwind of the wind and sword, and under the continuous battle, the spiritual power in his body was almost consumed, so in the face of the next challenger, he was not too sure that he could defeat it, so he had time to breathe.

In a hurry, Xia Mu put away his immortality, sat cross-legged on the black stone battle platform, and began to breathe the injuries in his body with his eyes closed.

Gradually, as Xia Mu closed his eyes, everyone in the audience gradually recovered from the previous battle, and the defenders of the nearby battle platform showed a complicated and shocked look in their eyes after seeing that Song Jiangshan, who was also the Twelve Masters of Dongzhou, was defeated by Xia Mu.

Soon, an hour passed, and when Xia Mu's eyes opened, a slightly old voice came from his ears:

"If you need the old man to take action, please let the little friend know. ”

Hearing this, Xia Mu was stunned at first, and then secretly scolded himself for having a lot of nerves, and actually forgot that in every battle, the defenders could ask the Great Elder of Linglong Valley to replenish the spiritual power consumption and heal their injuries.

"I also asked the seniors to help heal the juniors. Xia Mu said calmly, looking at the Great Elder of Linglong Valley who was standing in the center of the platform.

The Great Elder nodded with a kind face, and with a flick of his right hand, a green light suddenly shot out from his fingertips, and after flashing a few times, this green light instantly submerged from the top of Xia Mu's head into his body. Suddenly, Xia Mu felt a gentle force spread in his body, and with the flow of blood, it penetrated deep into his limbs.

In the blink of an eye, the injuries in his body recovered as before, and the spiritual power in the four acupuncture points was replenished in time, and then the green light was completely exhausted.

Xia Mu's expression was calm, but his heart was extremely shocked.

Although the injuries in his body were not very serious, if he relied entirely on his own pranayama, then he would not be able to heal without half a day's effort. But now, such an injury recovered in an instant under the fingers of the Great Elder of Linglong Valley, and the strength of the Immortal Realm could be seen.

"Thank you seniors for healing. When Xia Mu spoke, the Great Elder nodded with a smile inside.

It was at this moment that in the ring next to him, the sword qi that rose to the sky was like a fierce beast that had awakened from its slumber, suddenly opening its scarlet pupils, revealing its sharp claws.

Looking at the short-haired young man in front of him, the bloody blade with the long knife out of the sheath, a trace of solemnity flashed in Gu Zhan's eyes.

The short-haired young man in front of him, who claimed to be a loose cultivator, was a top master with a knife, and his knife skills were no less than Tang Lei of the Tang Kingdom, and even for Gu Zhan, the knife skills of the short-haired young man in front of him were a greater threat to him.

At the beginning of the confrontation, he was completely suppressed by the opponent, and then the attacks like a storm followed.

However, he Gu Zhan is not a person who admits defeat easily, when the sword light came, Gu Zhan's body suddenly split, and in an instant, hundreds of figures appeared on this battle platform.

"Is this the power of the Wind Spirit Body cultivated to the Hundred Shadows Realm? ”

Xia Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, and under the induction of his mind, he couldn't see the reality of these hundreds of figures in an instant, and he couldn't tell which of them was true and which was false.

Bang!

The dull pop sound was like something soft being broken, and the dazzling sword light pierced the air, and a strange smile appeared on Gu Zhan's face, and then his body dissipated violently.

"Doppelganger!"

The short-haired young man slashed through the doppelganger in front of him with a slash, and with a light sigh, there was not the slightest surprise on his face, and his right foot that landed on the ground suddenly stepped on, instantly avoiding the attacks of several clones of the ancient war, and appeared on the edge of the battle platform.

"The so-called Twelve Heroes of Dongzhou are nothing more than that, one move to defeat you. In the face of the hundreds of clones divided by the ancient war, the short-haired young man didn't care at all, and his expression was calm.

"Your Excellency, you have a big breath. On the battle platform, the hundreds of doppelgangers spoke at the same time, and the voices came from all directions, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

Hearing this, the short-haired young man did not speak, the blood blade in his hand was raised slightly, and under the infusion of spiritual power, an invisible energy swirled around the blade and slowly rotated.

There was a knife groan, and the sound shook the four fields, and then the knife flashed, and the short-haired boy swung a knife.

The speed of the short-haired boy swinging the knife was not fast, but it was a little slow, and the blood blade that was almost the same height as a person was in his hand, as if it weighed more than 10,000 catties, compared with the previous swinging action, it was like two people.

However, everyone's faces changed suddenly, and even the elders of Linglong Valley let out a sound of surprise at this time.

Their eyes were firmly fixed on the short-haired boy wielding a knife on the battle platform.

The bloody blade was like light, and where it was cut, the sky seemed to be dyed with a layer of blood, as if the end had come.

The sky on that side of the battle platform, with the short-haired boy's knife, turned bloody little by little.

At this moment, looking from the direction of this battle platform, the remnant sun is like blood, hanging on the West Mountain.

The demonic blood light, which seems to have spirituality, only lingers in the sky on that side, and in this blood light, the sword qi in the sky, like a carp crossing the river, is densely connected.

"I'll it. ”

I don't know who exclaimed, but under the silent battle platform, it was extremely loud. There was a look of disbelief in everyone's eyes.

How can it be? How can it be?

What kind of majestic spiritual power and cultivation should be required for a spiritual technique to change the sky and change color? The other party was obviously just a monk in the realm of enlightenment, how could he perform such a move against the sky?

Could it be that this person is hiding his cultivation?

However, a spirit body of the valley lord of Linglong Valley is sitting here, and the cultivation of the immortal realm controls the overall situation, if the cultivation of the short-haired young man surpasses the enlightenment realm, it is impossible for her not to react at all.

In other words, the cultivation of a short-haired boy is really only the enlightenment of the Great Perfection.

Only those legendary demons who defy the heavens can perform such spiritual skills!

It was at this moment that the pupils in everyone's eyes suddenly dilated, and in the line of sight, the sword qi in the sky dragged a long sword light, turning into a rain of swords, falling from the sky.

Boom Boom!

One after another, the sword qi bombarded the black stone slabs of the battle platform, and suddenly exploded, and dazzling sword fragments filled the entire battle platform.

Everyone under the battle platform only felt that the ground under their feet trembled violently, and suddenly their bodies were unstable and let out an exclamation. But soon, those exclamations suddenly turned into unbelievable gasps.

Everyone stared at the venue in disbelief.

The sword light on the battle platform was filled with chaos, and the fragments of broken sword qi rained down. In the rain of swords, the short-haired young man put the bloody blade on Gu Zhan's neck with a sneer.

The dense rain of swords continued to dissipate, and when the last swords disappeared, everyone was shocked to realize that the hundreds of clones of the ancient battle had been broken by the short-haired young man at some point, and were replaced by two lonely people in the field.

Gu Zhan's gaze slowly looked at the short-haired young man with the knife along the blood blade, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face, his body was actually broken by the other party like this.

It wasn't that he didn't think that someone would be able to break his Hundred Shadows Realm, but he definitely didn't expect that the other party would actually break it in this way. Barbaric, domineering, and unjustifiable.

But when it really happened, Gu Zhan had to admire, not many people could perform such an attack. He knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to break his Hundred Shadows Realm, it was not enough to have an attack range, that one doppelganger was not illusory, if he wanted to break it, not only did he need to attack all the clones at the same time, but the strength of this attack must at least reach the late stage of enlightenment, in other words, every sword qi that the short-haired young man had just cut out, its strength was at least at the late stage of enlightenment.

Under such a domineering attack, any body technique would become pale and powerless, and no matter how many clones he had, even if his Hundred Shadows Realm had touched the point where the main body and the clone could be switched at will.

"You've won!"

Although it was an expected word, when this sentence came out of Gu Zhan's mouth, it still made this side of the battle platform fall into a deathly silence, there was no excitement, and there was no overwhelming sound, even the disciples of the Tianfeng tribe were silent.

The strength of the short-haired boy is too strong, so powerful that it almost exceeds the limit of the realm of enlightenment.

Who is this person?

At this moment, this question involuntarily popped up in everyone's hearts.

The short-haired young man's face froze, he took a step back, and as soon as he raised his arm, the bloody blade at Gu Zhan's neck was slowly inserted into the scabbard behind his back.

When the blade was completely submerged in the scabbard, the blood light faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky returned to clarity.

At this moment, with the defeat of the ancient battle, with the short-haired boy's knife, this battle platform fell into a dead silence.

Especially when the blood blade was completely submerged in the scabbard, the blood light that disappeared in the sky, no one knew where the blood light came from and how it disappeared.

This strange blood light, the strange appearance and disappearance, made the doubts in everyone's hearts even heavier.

Who the hell is this person?

Everyone is thinking about this question in their hearts, such a top master can definitely be selected as the twelve heroes of Dongzhou, why have they never heard of this person before?

And some people who are well-thought-out and well-informed suddenly remembered that there was a precedent of cross-domain challenges by extraterritorial geniuses, and these things that happened in the past resurfaced in the hearts of some people at this time, and then they were a little sudden.

No wonder I've never heard of this short-haired boy before.

Xia Mu's heart was also full of jealousy, when the short-haired boy slashed out this knife, the pores all over his body closed involuntarily, and he had a strong sense of crisis.

Dongzhou is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

Xia Mu didn't think of being outside the territory for a while, he only felt that this short-haired young man was strong enough to win the young generation in Dongzhou.

And just after the battle on this side of the platform ended, on the other side of the platform, with the challenge of the cloth towel boy, it was also caught in a tense situation.

Blood-red dressed in white, with long silver hair tied behind his head, plain white added a touch of heroism, he looked at the young man with a cloth towel opposite, and a faint voice sounded in the field.

"I'm afraid Your Excellency isn't my Dongzhou monk, right?"

"Brother Dao's words are wrong, isn't there a powerful monk among the scattered cultivators in Dongzhou!" the young man with the cloth towel smiled slightly, and then changed his words and said: "Besides, it doesn't matter if I am a monk in Dongzhou or not, what matters is between you and me, who is more qualified to stand in this ring, isn't it?"

Hearing this, the blood red eyes flashed, and he didn't answer, the other party was very oily, and it was impossible to hear any truth from his mouth.

"Let's do it. ”

Feeling the spiritual pressure gradually swept out of the other party's body, with a wave of the blood-red palm, the spiritual power in the body surged, and a giant elephant phantom slowly appeared behind it.