The blue maw, which had been gradually reddening, turned blue again.

Suddenly, outside the hundred-zhang giant mouth, a phantom of a tiger's head of a thousand zhang in size appeared, and then the body of the tiger appeared, and then the phantom condensed, and a huge blue tiger that could reach the sky stood between heaven and earth.

Zhao Xiang's powerful divine sense fluctuations had already transformed all of this into images and transmitted them back to his sea of consciousness.

That's the Blue Tiger, such a huge Blue Tiger!

He is shocking, majestic, and his blue eyes burst out with the noble and inviolable demeanor of the king!

These bright, clear, unfathomable big eyes glanced at Zhao Xiang affectionately, and then condensed their anger, and roared at the black-faced man who was still spinning rapidly ten zhang away, and let out angry words that made the earth shake: "You, black-faced boy, dare to provoke my good brother Zhao Xiang, die!"

After saying that, tens of thousands of blue rays of light soared, and the powerful liliang contained in it instantly burst out with dozens of times the power, condensing into an overwhelming cloud of demonic blue light, forcibly collapsing the blood-colored flying rainbow that crossed more than ten zhang!

The blue tiger's eyes were full of anger, and the yin and water aura of his whole body gathered, and he suddenly conjured up a blue giant sword dozens of zhang long, with a rolling roaring sound, slashing at the black-faced man from the air.

The monstrous red mangs surrounding the black-faced man's body were crushed and collapsed by the blue mangs of the blue giant sword that was far away in the air, and the black-faced man's spinning body, although extremely strong, could not resist the crazy attack of the powerful blue mang, and was instantly shocked into serious injuries.

The black-faced man couldn't help but tremble wildly, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist in the air and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

There was despair in the eyes of the black-faced man, he was completely unable to move, let alone flee immediately.

The despair and anger in his mind had just begun, and the blue giant sword had already roared, and his body and spirit were wiped out.

The black-faced man swirling in mid-air vanished.

The terrifying jaw that opened to Zhao Xiang disappeared.

Everything that happened in an instant seemed to be a dream, a memory, and it was as if it had never happened at all.

If it weren't for the dead branches and leaves still floating in the air, if it weren't for the blood still remaining in the air, no one would have believed that in the mountains and mountains behind the Wuyue Sect, there would be a tragic and bloody scene of the masters of the cultivation realm fighting to the death, cruel and miserable!

Let's talk about summer snow.

When she just rushed into the sea of blood and was about to help Zhao Xiang, she found that she couldn't take a step forward no matter what, because the black-faced man and Zhao Xiang, in order to make the huge destruction caused by the life-and-death struggle between the two of them not affect the rest of the sects, they invariably used their own aura to arrange a protective shield to defend against impact and destructive power, although there were still a lot of leaks, but if the people outside wanted to enter, they would never be able to, unless their cultivation skills were at least equivalent to them.

Xia Xue could only hide to the side, watching Zhao Xiang step by step on the road to death.

But she never expected that Zhao Xiang would actually have a monster treasure.

In the land of trials, she had seen the spectacular scene of the Blue Tiger soaring, the thrilling journey, and Zhao Xiang, and this Blue Tiger who had already soared, were actually sworn brothers!

When did he and Lan Hu become brothers? How many secrets did he have that hadn't been revealed? Did he still have a lot of hidden powers? Except for the old man Wuwei, the eldest disciple of Chixiazi, what other high-ranking friends did he have behind him?

For Zhao Xiang, Xia Xue felt more and more unfathomable and mysterious.

Not only Xia Xue, but also not only the disciples of the Wuyue Sect, including all the contestants who came to the Wuyue Sect to participate in the big competition, all held this idea, almost everyone re-looked at the Wuyue Sect in their hearts, re-examined their own attitude towards the Wuyue Sect, and secretly reminded themselves that with this almost omnipotent little evil star Zhao Xiang here, it would be the Moyao Wuyue Sect in the future.

After this battle, Zhao Xiang was really physically and mentally exhausted, but he still had to be mentally ready to deal with everything that followed.

Now he can't fall, if someone with a heart knows his true current situation, as long as two monks from the early stage of the Yuan Infant come, they can destroy him immediately as soon as they join forces.

"Uncle Huan, work hard for you a little more, help me quickly deliver spiritual energy, help me regulate my meridians, and by the way, absorb these spiritual qi scattered between heaven and earth as soon as possible!

Zhao Xiang sent a fluctuation of thought to Uncle Huan.

The tattered shirt immediately turned into a new blue shirt.

The long hair that had been disheveled again began to flutter more neatly into black silk.

His eyes also sparkled again, and there was a seemingly endless burst of anger.

Zhao Xiang was dressed in blue clothes and stood by the scarred stone bridge, with a handsome demeanor and a cold bearing.

Suddenly, a voice came into everyone's ears, so clear and familiar: "Zhao Xiang, don't pretend, do you have the ability to resist the light blow of a master of the late stage of the Great Perfection of Transformation again?"

Shocks arose.

Zhao Xiang was completely stunned!

Could it be that the old genius didn't give the Wuyue faction a chance and didn't give me Zhao Xiang a chance?

Could it be that the sect is scattered and destroyed, and my soul is destined to be a fate that cannot be changed?

Otherwise, how could it be that since five hundred years ago, the Wuyue Sect had been secretly counterbalanced and secretly suppressed by the Qingluo Star Cultivation Realm?

Otherwise, since I was born, Zhao Xiang, I have been abused and abused by my biological father and brother-in-law in every way?

At this moment, Zhao Xiang's mind was full of thoughts, and he quickly stopped his chaotic thoughts.

He stood quietly, looking coldly at the dark-faced, burly man in front of him.

Zhao Xiang shrugged his shoulders slightly, straightened the strands of black hair that fell in front of him with his right hand, and asked in a cold voice: "Since you can even see this secret of mine, why are you still wearing the best mask? Are you worried that I have some other strange and weird means to kill you in seconds? Hmph, tear off that extra mask, I know who you are!"

The black-faced man wiped his face, and his deep hoarse voice suddenly became so clear: "I think too, with your cleverness, you should judge who I am." ”

Everyone in the Wuyue Sect looked at this black-faced man who had torn off his mask at this moment, surprised and angry, and almost everyone burst into a murderous force all over their bodies.

"It's him, Wang Tian, it's him!" was so proud that his teeth rattled with hatred.

"Is it? What is he coveting from our Wuyue Sect?" Ma Mingxiao slapped his arrogant thigh and said sharply.

"With such a golden appearance, but I never imagined that I would harbor a bad intention to endanger the Wuyue Sect, I really should have five horses and corpses!Exterminate the Nine Clans!" Wu Bingyan, who had always been gentle and humble as a gentleman, was so excited that his face was flushed with excitement at this moment, and he stammered to himself to Xia Xue.

Li Xiaozhan didn't say anything, just looked at Wang Tian quietly, and kept muttering in his heart, why didn't I discover Wang Tian's secret? Who is he? Could it be that he is also a figure in the three mysterious sects of Qingluo Xing?

Wu Huaiyi was in a mood at the moment!

He has a sense of despair and numbness!

The frustration of even going to suicide right away!

Although he has been the head of the Wuyue Sect for no more than two hours!

But he has experienced great joys and sorrows, ups and downs that he has never experienced in his life!

However, the responsibility to uphold the sect and the obligation to protect the disciples did not allow him to relax his nerves in the slightest!

His eyes were bleeding and tearful at this moment!

One, two, three......

The red tears made the Wuyue faction feel heartache for a while!

I saw that the protectors of the Wuyue faction were unwilling for a while, and they were angry!

Xia Xue didn't say anything, just burst out with a cold glow in the depths of her eyes.

She seems to have made a decision that no one can change:

I was born as a parrot of Zhao Xiang, and I died as a parrot of his!

Ma Mingxiao turned his head sideways by chance, his eyes swept over Xia Xue, and he saw her slightly trembling shoulders!

So I followed her gaze and looked over, and saw Xia Xue staring at Zhao Xiang, and her heart moved, as if she had an understanding!