In mid-air, an ink-colored black dragon exuded a rich murderous aura, and a wisp of brilliant sword light glowed with amazing battle intent.

And in the middle of this ink dragon and the sword, there was a black shadow suspended, blocking between the two.

Killing the palace and Yun Fan raised their heads almost at the same time, looking at the black stone statue, their eyes flickering slightly.

It's just that the ink dragon and sword rays in mid-air have not dispersed.

Qiu Yao, who had seen through the thoughts of the two of them at a glance, chuckled, held the black stone sword in his right hand, and waved it lightly at the ink dragon and the sword.

There wasn't necessarily any terrifying wave of qi swinging out, the ink dragon condensed by murderous aura, and the sword condensed by battle intent dissipated without a trace in a single breath.

Killing the palace and Yun Fan's expression changed slightly, and the spiritual power in his body instantly came out of his body.

The two of them took a few steps back before they could block the invisible force.

The battle spirit dissipated, and the faces of the people of the Great Cloud Dynasty couldn't help but turn pale, obviously just now, they were also affected a little.

Killing Hall looked at the slowly falling black figure, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Yun Fan squinted his eyes slightly at Qiu Yao, didn't speak, and didn't know what was going on in his heart.

"Okay, now that the last game is over, we can move on. ”

Qiu Yao glanced at the Killing Hall and Yun Fan, but his expression did not change, and he just said aloud to everyone.

"In the previous game, the winner should gather on the stage. Qiu Yao waved his hand.

In the ranks of the Great Cloud Dynasty, Bai Wuxia and Xiao Bajiu Feng glanced at each other, and then took one step in unison, walked to Yun Fan's side, and jumped onto the battle platform together.

In the procession of the Tianyue Dynasty, Buddha Wen and a woman in a long red dress swept out.

In the ranks of the Tianlu Dynasty, Nangong Liuxue and a man in a tiger-striped white robe jumped out one step.

Leaving the ranks of the Heavenly Emperor Dynasty, Ouyang Yufeng sneered and flew up.

Among the ranks of the ethereal sea, the Killing Hall slowly walked out with the most indifferent expression.

In the ranks of the Divine Ruins Ancient Desert, Void Heaven walked out with a swagger.

In the ranks of the Boundless Forest, the mink landed steadily on the battle platform with a light footstep.

There are 12 people in total!

"Twelve?" Qiu Yao looked at the number of people on the battle platform, but his brows couldn't help frowning.

After thinking about it, Qiu Yao's eyes looked at the ink in the ethereal sea, the old trees in the ancient desert of the Divine Ruins, and the gray ash of the boundless forest.

"The three of you should go up together, fifteen people, it should be about the same. Qiu Yao pointed at the three of them and said.

Ink and Lao Mu's brows couldn't help frowning, the two of them met Xutianxing and Killing Hall Fiercely respectively during the game, and they jumped off the battle platform directly, and they didn't make a move at all.

Of course, this was arranged by the Killing Hall and the Void Heaven Xing a long time ago, in order to prevent any changes from happening, they specially left one person to wait and see the changes.

The most important thing is that they are confident in their own strength, even if these guys join forces, I am afraid they will not be the opponent of the two of them.

Killing the palace and Xu Tianxing glanced at each other, and after muttering for a while, they bowed slightly at the two of them.

The three of Ink, Old Wood, and Gray also jumped onto the battle platform after him, and at this point, the originally wide battle platform also looked a little crowded.

These fifteen people can be said to be the main force among the seven major forces, and the strength of each of them should not be underestimated.

At this time, Yun Fan was most worried about the next game, but looked at the group of black-clothed people who had been standing in the corner, as if they had been forgotten.

If these guys take advantage of the chaos, I'm afraid things will be really bad.

Although Qiu Yao and Huang Quanjun were watching from the sidelines, he didn't know why, Yun Fan's heart was a little worried after all.

"What's wrong?" Bai Wuxia looked at Yun Fan's frowning brows and couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing, a little tired. Yun Fan was silent for a while, then shook his head and said.

"There was a big battle just now, you have to recover your spiritual power first, and the next battle will probably be even more dangerous, you have to maintain your abundant spiritual power. Bai Wuxia handed Yun Fan a bottle of elixir.

Yun Fan thanked him, then took an elixir that restored spiritual power, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Fifteen of you will then go to a place and will not be able to come out until one of you is victorious. ”

"If you want to get what the Emperor Venerable Realm master left behind, it depends on your respective strength. Qiu Yao said lightly.

"Where are we going?" Bai Wuxia asked aloud.

"You'll find out soon. Qiu Yao chuckled.

After the words fell, Qiu Yao's palm shook slightly, and a black piccolo appeared in his hand.

Looking at the black piccolo in his palm, Qiu Yao's eyes showed a complicated look.

The last time he played this piccolo was tens of thousands of years ago, Qiu Yao smiled self-deprecatingly.

Qiu Yao brought the piccolo to his lips, and a soft and slow flute sound came out leisurely.

Hearing the melodious flute, everyone under the battle platform quickly felt their spirits lifted, and the speed of spiritual power couldn't help but speed up a little.

What a magical flute!

Ling Zetian felt the spiritual power in his body, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, and he was amazed.

It's just that the performance of the people on the battlefield is diametrically opposed to the performance of the people under the battlefield.

The moment they heard the sound of the flute, everyone on the battle platform felt a strong tiredness sweeping over like a tide, and they couldn't stop it.

Everyone's faces changed, and they knew that it was the sound of the flute, and they hurriedly tried to isolate their hearing, but they were a little shocked to find that even so, they could still hear the sound of the flute.

It was as if the sound of the flute was pervasive, drilling directly into their minds and reaching the depths of their souls.

Fifteen people knew that with their own strength, they would definitely not be able to stop the sound of the flute, so they simply sat cross-legged and no longer resisted.

The flute sounded for a quarter of an hour before it quietly stopped.

"This should be the legendary magic flute, right?" Huang Quanjun looked at the black piccolo in Qiu Yao's palm and asked with some curiosity.

"This should be the last thought my master left me. Qiu Yao held the black piccolo tightly, as if trying to seize the passing time.

"According to legend, this magical flute was forged for a hundred years by Emperor Qiu Nian, who spent countless precious materials. ”

"Those who are lost in the sound of this flute will never be able to get out without the permission of the player. ”

"The evil giants who died under the sound of this flute back then, if not thousands, but hundreds, right?"

Huang Quanjun had read all the classics about the life of Emperor Qiu Nian, and he was very impressed by this Heavenly Rank Spirit Treasure Magic Flute.

"Some of them are dead, but some of them are just being detained. Qiu Yao glanced at Huang Quanjun, and then said lightly.

Detention?

Huang Quanjun was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the fifteen figures sitting cross-legged on the battle platform, with their eyes closed, as if he thought of something, his face couldn't help but change suddenly!