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Whoosh...

Suddenly, Wu Yuanzheng held a quenching sword in his hands and waved it around for a while. With a clang, the sword blades of the two swords crossed and touched each other. Suddenly, the silver mysterious aura that possessed him roared out along the sword blade, forming two sword shadows in front of him.

"Quanting Sword Light"

The sword light was approaching, less than half a foot away from Chen Yue's body. Suddenly, mysterious auras, like frost, were filled with thunders throughout his body.

Boom ~

With a roar, Wu Yuanzheng's blood-drinking sword light was frozen by the frost, and the frost was blown to pieces. He also wiped the ground under his feet and retreated four or five feet away.

Bang.

Wu Yuan waved his hand and nailed the quenching sword to the floor behind him, then he stabilized his waist. His palms trembled slightly, as if two swords were slashing on the cold iron, making him a little unbearable.

I saw that his cold eyes were still under the silver fox mask, standing with one hand on his back, and his whole body seemed to be frozen by the cold evil Xuangang on his body, without any sign of moving.

However, the palms on his back were slowly turning, and threads of black aura were sucked from the Xuangang like silk sucking from the palm, and gradually condensed into a ball.

Looking at Chen Yue, who was cold and even a little scary, Shen Tu Mengting, who had just suppressed her heartbeat, had a trace of fragrant sweat flowed out from her jade palms. She was holding a hairpin, but her eyes were like a sharp sword, and she never looked away.

"Don't let me meet you on the ring." Shen Tu Mengting gritted her silver teeth and said harshly.

Chen Yue's previous slutty and obscene joke seemed to be lingering in her ears, and that night... Unconsciously, a hint of blush appeared on her fair pink face, as if she was applying a layer of beautiful rouge.

On the ring, Chen Yue opened his eyes and raised his palm to swing it away, and the black evil spirit came out of his palm.

"Bone-eating Claw"

The black energy turned into a three-meter-sized black magic claw in the air. It was extremely ferocious and pounced on Wuyuanzheng.

Wu Yuanzheng took two steps back, pulled out the Shuiyin Sword that was inserted into the ground, and the two swords came out of their hands.

Stirrup ~

The two swords were as if they were inserted into a wooden tool, making a harsh tremor. Under the control of the Xuangang shot from his fingers, a circular air wave lingered around the sword blade, resisting the bone-eating claws.

Huh...

The knuckles on the black bone-eating claws were under the control of Chen Yue holding his breath and concentrating. The more he clasped the two swords, he made a raspberry sound.

"Bang!"

The two quenching swords were crushed and the bone-eating claws instantly turned into solid fists, and a strong aura splashed out from the gaps of their fingers. Wu Yuan was directly hit under the ring, and when he landed, he spurted out anger.

"Chen Yue won." Scandal Wu Yuanzheng to the ground and declared.

"well……"

"Chen Yue is mighty..."

Suddenly, there was a lot of cheers on the court. The bet was finally not wrong.

Shen Tu Mengting's beautiful eyes were stunned. Although he had long expected that Wu Yuanzheng was not his opponent, it was incredible that he had lost without supporting two moves. You should know that although Yuan Tianzheng could not be a seed player, he was also a core disciple of Qinghua Sect.

"ah."

Chen Yue swept over a cold look on the ring, which made her delicate body tremble slightly, and her eyes, which were as sharp as a sword, gradually dissipated. Her heart was like a deer, and her emotions were hard to calm down. She hurriedly avoided his gaze.

Chen Mo had already expected Chen Yue's victory, and his eyes were dull. But he was quite surprised to see that Brother Chen Yue could be highly valued in Rakshasa Sect in just two years and learned one of the three major skills of the sect.

"In the next game, Zhao Fulong from the Eight Desolate Sword Sect will face off against Yan Powu." The referee elder announced.

"Yan Powu..."

"Isn't Zhao Fulong just a "worm"? Kill him instantly."

"Yes, kill him instantly."

"Flash kill..."

The discussion around had not subsided yet, but it was immediately followed by another. He was almost intoxicated by Yan Powu's appearance.

"Haha, there's a good show now." Yuan Haocang laughed gloatingly.

The loud laughter made Li Shengshu look like he was murderous. Seeing him holding the hilt of the Chen Ke sword in his hand, he seemed to be about to chop Yuan Haocang on the spot.

Yuan Haocang was not afraid of danger. He straightened his chest and returned a disdainful look. The two of them were about to have an inevitable duel, although everyone was optimistic about Li Shengshu. However, at this time, Yuan Haocang seemed to be confident and didn't care at all.

As expected, Zhao Fulong was hit directly from the ring by a sword light.

"Yan Powu won." The referee elder immediately announced.

"Hmph, what a quick knife."

Li Shengshu stared at Yan Powu on the stage coldly, and Zhao Fulong was not worried about being injured at all, as if the two of them didn't know each other at all.

"In the next game, Qinghua Sect Shentu Guanghe will fight against Wugu Sect Lutiren." The referee elder declared.

One sentence caused a stir in the audience. You must know that these two people are both disciples of the Holy Land, and the two major sects are not distinguished. It seems that they must be a battle between dragons and tigers.

I saw that there were two people standing on the ring, one of which was Shen Tu Guanghe, wearing a blue and white brocade dress, holding a three-foot long sword.

The person opposite was Lu Tiren from the Witchcraft Sect. Seeing his strong body wearing a brown long gown, and a dense tattoo was tattooed on one side of his arm. After looking carefully, I could see clearly that the tattoos were made of tiny pupae insects, hundreds of thousands, covering the entire arm.

The Witchcraft Sect is good at using strange insects and beasts, which is not unfamiliar with Chen Mo, but is this person on the ring... like the pattern on his arm, using a pupa insect?

But seeing Shen Tu Guanghe gently lifting the long sword in his hand, the sword could not be sheathed, but the hilt was impatient and trembled and made a clanging sound.

"You will win after three breaths." Shentu Guanghe said coldly.

A domineering and arrogant word exploded in the audience like a bomb, causing a lot of discussion.

"Three breaths?"

"Shentu Guanghe was so angry."

"Haha, he has this capital."

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"Ha ha……"

Lu Tiren looked up and laughed loudly, revealing her mouth full of gold teeth, as if a handful of red fire was injected into the ice, and the ring was burned.

"What a arrogant boy."

Lu Tiren's words were still in his mouth, and his exposed arms suddenly turned red like a sunset. Countless lines on his arms seemed to be alive, climbing along his arms towards his head, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was covered in blood red.

Oh ~

Lu Tiren raised his head and screamed, and a squirmed in his skin on his body. However, countless pupae worms flashing with blood-red wings spread out of his golden teeth. They opened their golden lips and teeth.

"Blood-winged silkworm pupa"

Shentu Guanghe's eyes immediately condensed, and a layer of mysterious aura like water waves wrapped around his body, rising more than two feet high. The trembling sword hilt sounded like an arrow leaving the string, and it was deshewn out. It formed a sword light of one foot, shot away.

Bang bang...

The sword light collided with the blood-winged silkworm pupa, and a burst of blood splashed.

At the same time, Shentu Guanghe took a few quick steps forward, pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword across the sky, and as a burst of energy poured in, the sword light of the long sword surged a little again, directly breaking through the "blood pupa" like a net of heaven and earth, and stabbing Lu Tiren's throat.

Lutiren, who was covered in scarlet, leaned back and avoided. But when he got up and was about to fight again, his figure suddenly became stunned.

"Mother and Child Sword?"

Yes, just as Shentu Guanghe pushed the hilt of the sword, he pulled out a sword from it. At this time, he was already pressed on Lu Tiren's "chiluo"'s chest. The mysterious aura of the sword body had not disappeared. As long as the force was applied, the opponent could die under the sword.

"Shentu Guanghe won." The referee elder announced.

It was not until this time that Na Lutiren gradually returned to his original appearance. It cannot be said that he was not strong enough, but was not guarding against the opponent's secret attack.

In this way, the three breaths have just passed.

"Damn, my spirit stone."

There were many similar wailing sounds around. It was obvious that it was difficult to estimate who won and who lost.

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"In the next game, Shengming Zong Shen Yu faces Chen Jun of Tianlei Dao." The referee elder declared.

"Senior Brother Chen, be careful?"

Chen Mo slapped his arm and reminded that Chen Jun was obviously struggling to break through the way. He was facing people from the Holy Land in this battle. To be honest, the winning rate was not high.

At this time, he responded to Chen Mo's indifferent smile and walked towards the ring.

But before he could reach the ring, a figure rolled out of the seat and landed on the ring first.

It was no one else, it was Shen Yu of the Shengming Sect. He was wearing a black brocade dress, with strands of gold wire embroidered on his loose cuffs. With the sleeves, thousands of golden lights rose up from the ground, wrapping him in it.

"please."

Shen Yu stretched out his five fingers from his loose cuffs, and a ball of Xuangang in his palm was wrapped in a floating spell, so he took the initiative to ask for it.

"I think this kid Chen Jun is so lucky." Feng Chonglei sighed with a heavy face.

Feng Feiyan beside her was carrying a teapot and filled him with tea, but the tea overflowed without any intention of stopping.
To be continued...