dignity!

Looking at Long Ming slowly walking towards the mountain, Xiaofan's gaze was blurred.

I don't know if it's his illusion!

He suddenly felt that his senior brother Long Ming seemed to be more confident and calmer than his heyday.

That momentum!

It was as if the entire Broken Sword Sect was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"In just seven days, what happened to Senior Brother Long Ming?"

"Can he have recovered his full combat power?"

"Just, how is this possible!"

Xiaofan couldn't believe it!

after all!

Seven days ago, the spiritual roots of Long Ming meridians were completely blocked, and their strength fell to the level of ordinary people!

Want to be promoted to thirteen small levels in seven days and reach the top four-star warrior?

This is simply a fantasy!

besides!

"Master?"

"It's really unimaginable, who is his master, who is so confident. He lets Senior Brother Long Ming ride alone and break into the Broken Sword Sect!"

Xiaofan's eyes were filled with a strong complexity.

He seemed to have a premonition that the appearance of Long Ming would cause an unbelievable accident in this three major competitions.

...

at the same time!

Top of Broken Sword Mountain!

Above the central square, there are dense crowds of people.

There are as many as a thousand people!

These people are all core disciples of the three sects.

And in the middle of the crowd!

A man in green robe and a man in white robe have fought to the level of a white heat!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

These two people are all at the level of Samsung warriors.

With a wave of his hand, the momentum was endless.

A person's fire attribute spiritual power was violent and violent, and his body was always emitting a shocking heat.

Every punch makes the heart throbbing.

Another person, the water attributes were at its peak, and his body emitted a faint soft light, as clear and illusory as water.

And with every move he took, the fierce attack of the man in the green robe would turn into invisible!

war!

war!

war!

The two of them are evenly matched!

From ten moves to fifty!

From fifty to one hundred!

There were bursts of cheering around, one after another.

until!

"Senior Brother Ma, you lost!" A sneer appeared on the corner of the young man in white robe.

The words just fell!

The water-attributed spiritual energy in his hand instantly solidified, and then turned into solid water balls and suddenly swung them out!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each of this water ball contains violent water-attributed spiritual energy.

The bomb exploded, and its power was extremely terrifying!

The young man in green robe resisted frantically, but was beaten to retreat step by step!

The fire-attribute spiritual defense around him was defeated.

Three water balls hit him!

The whole person was beaten five or six meters away and fell to the ground.

"good!!!"

As the young man in white robe had just won, bursts of cheers resounded from the hall behind the square!

I saw a gray-haired middle-aged man stood up and said with a smile to the first man:

"Hahaha... Sword Soul Senior Brother, Cheng Rang! Cheng Rang! In this battle, our Feiyun Sect is slightly better!"

This middle-aged man is Yun Fei, the head of Feiyun Sect.

But the first person is the sword soul of the head of the Broken Sword Sect!

Just now!

The face of the Sword Soul Master was so gloomy that water almost dripped out of water.

Failed!

This time, their Broken Sword Sect lost a lot!

First, he was a core disciple, but was crushed by the Vajra Sect!

Now, all the six personal disciples have been defeated by Feiyun Sect!

shame!

This is definitely the biggest shame of the Broken Sword Sect since the establishment of the three sects.

Looking at the ugly face of the Sword Soul Master, the leader of the King Kong Sect who had been watching the show next to him smiled even more:

"Hahaha... Sword Soul Senior Brother, I have to say that in the past three years, your disciples of the Broken Sword Sect have not made any progress!"

"I think three years ago, the young master of your sect, Long Ming, defeated our two young masters in a joint force!"

"How arrogant and domineering that is!"

"Oh...it's a pity!"

The Lord of the Vajra Sect, Tashan, was filled with ridicule of the Broken Sword Sect.

And his words seemed to add fuel to the fire, causing the Sword Soul Master to completely burst into danger!

Dragon Singing?

Thinking of that figure, the Sword Soul Master was both ashamed and angry.

If it weren't for that waste, how could the Broken Sword Sect fall to this point!

In the beginning!

The dragon sings the five elements spiritual roots and begins to close!

The Broken Sword Sect used almost all the spiritual objects on Long Ming!

This also made the other disciples make progress slowly and gradually be surpassed by the other two sects, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger!

"Hmph! You two old ghosts, don't mention that trash to me!"

The sword soul's face darkened, and then he snorted coldly:

"Although this time, the core of my Broken Sword Sect was personally passed on and was defeated!"

"But the battle of the young master is the key!"

The battle of the young master!

That's right!

The purpose of the three-year competition is to test the progress of the cultivation of the disciples of the three sects.

Especially the young master!
To be continued...