On the ground next to the competition, embroidered plum gritted his teeth and stood up.

She covered her right shoulder, with a deep wound on it, and was dripping blood.

But at this moment, the gray gas on her body was concentrated in the wound and forcibly stopped the bleeding.

Xiu Mei stared at Murong Jian on the competition. The eyes were full of killing intentions.

I have to say that she just cares.

But she can still fight!

With her strength, Murong Jian will inevitably kill Murong Jian!

Xiu Mei clenched her teeth and wanted to appear on the stage.

"The second round, the sixth, the second small field, the Dragon Pavilion Murong Jiansheng!"

At this time, the voices of the referee rang through the entire Shenwutai.

In accordance with the regulations of Baizong Dabi, as long as you land on the outside of Wutai. You can judge the burden.

Although the embroidery plum still has the power, because it has fallen on the ground outside the competition, this game is lost.

Hearing this result, embroidered Mei's heart jumped. Looking into the distance, the venue of Ziyan Palace.

She knew that Gongzhu Jiangdao was here.

The failure of her care ... She will inevitably suffer severe punishment.

"Papapa ..."

At this time, applause has sounded on the audience.

The cruel before embroidered plum made the vast majority of people present feel disgusted.

Now seeing her defeat, naturally happy.

Murong Jian inserted the long sword back to the scabbard, turned and stepped down, and returned to the venue of the Dragon Pavilion.

Nympho

"This Murong Jian ... good strength." On the auditorium, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian's back, his eyes moved slightly.

From the perspective of the breath, Murong Jian has been cultivated in the middle of the gods to the later period.

However, the embroidered plum does not see the depth.

I felt at the time when I was turning, and I returned to the Yuan infant.

But in any case, the person embroidered was obviously one of the core disciples of Ziyan Palace more than 2,000 years ago.

At the level of almost the same cultivation, a contemporary young monk, to defeat an old monster who had cultivated more than 2,000 years ago, is extremely difficult.

Especially this old monster has strange blessings on his body.

In addition, the so -called cutting dragon swords performed by Murong Jian also made Fang Yu very interested.

Cut the Dragon Pavilion, cut the dragon sword tactics ... Is this gate hate with the dragon?

Of course, a contemporary gate, Fang Yu will not care too much because of this name.

Dragon is originally the legendary existence.

In the long history of the hot summer, I do n’t know how many ancestors or techniques related to the dragon.

For example, the ancient Rulong in Jiangnan was practicing the technique related to the dragon. But in fact, it is only a dragon shape. In addition, there is no element related to the dragon.

The reason why these ancestors and techniques are added to the names are just to appear more high -end.

"The more you live and go back ... even even a contemporary Tianjiao couldn't win." Fang Yu looked at several people in the Piyan Palace in front of him, and a sarcasm and cold smile appeared on his face.

Nympho

"Gongzhu, please give me another chance ..." Xiu Mei walked back to the venue, kneeled down with one knee, bowed his head and said.

Jiangdao stood in place, in the gray pupils, no emotional fluctuations were not seen.

He ignored the embroidery, but looked at the Zhenyun aside, saying, "In the second game, you go."

"Understand, the palace owner." Zhen Yun bowed his head immediately.

The embroidery plum is still kneeling in place, dare not speak.

Jiangdao raised his head, glanced at the auditorium ahead, and did not care about embroidered plums.

The people present were more than he thought.

But he knows, that man ... will definitely be present today.

It is likely that it is already among these people.

"Don't come out yet? Do you want to watch us step on the pinnacle step by step?" Jiangdao sneered in his heart, "Well, wait until then to kill you, so that you will become the last stepping stone of the Ziyan Palace.

The most perfect plot. ""

Nympho

The second game, start soon.

On the side of Zhelong Pavilion, Murong Jian is still appearing.

And the Ziyan Palace is finally replaced.

Zhenyun came to power.

The audience surrounding the audience turned their attention to Zhenyun.

Before the first round, no one had heard of Ziyan Palace. I only regarded it as an ordinary emerging sect.

However, after the performance of the first and second rounds, Ziyan Palace has successfully became the focus of the audience.

Even a few large doors from Beidu do not have such a high degree of attention.

"Finally sent male disciples ... this person looks like ... it doesn't seem to be very strong."

"Less body, temperament has been completely pressed by Murong Jian."

"Zhanlong Pavilion should win two games in a row. Enter the twenty -five."

Most audiences were shocked by the performance of Murong Jian.

This is the second monster of Heaven List!

Zongmen from other areas, even if the disciples under the door have amazing people, they cannot touch these real top geniuses!

Zhenyun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian in front of her, her eyes were as cold as a blade, and they were full of murderous.

Feeling this murderous, Murong Jian frowned slightly.

The last game. His sword can choose to split on the embroidered plum, but he didn't do so because he didn't want to do so well.

But the shock cloud in front of him did not seem to be appreciated, and even a more direct intention broke out.

In this case ...

Murong Sword directly pulled the long sword out of the scabbard and pointed directly at Zhenyun.

The bells have not sounded yet, but they have been tense than Wutai!

"clang……"

After three seconds, the bell sounded!

"!"

The two sides moved at the same time!

This time. Both sides did not introduce themselves!

Murong Jian held a sword with both hands, and her body was like a ghost. She appeared beside Zhenyun.

A slender chain appeared in the hands of Zhenyun. After straightening, it was blocked in front of him.

"Well!"

A sound of a metal collision, the chain shook.

Murong Jian only felt a huge force against the shock.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhenyun's left palm bombed on Murong Jian's chest!

"Sword qi care!"

With one thought of Murong Jianfa, a faint cover of the cover was condensed in front of him.

Zhen Yun squinted slightly, and in the process of right palms, a ball of purple flames suddenly raised!

Ziyan Palm!

Seeing this, Fang Yu's eyes on the audience suddenly turned cold.

This is the most representative method of Ziyan Palace!

On Wudai, Murong Jian felt the power of this palm, but it was too late to dodge.
To be continued...