It is well known that fire melts gold. Seeing this, Murong Qingshui didn't dare to hold it up a little, and with a sliding step, he quickly withdrew from the enveloping range of the sea of fire.

It seems that the other party is going to use the peerless learning to press the bottom of the box, Murong Qingshui looked at the woman in purple with a pair of ancient well-free eyes, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with interest, as if he was watching a bird trying to shake the power of the divine phoenix.

This look of disdain made the anger in the purple-clothed woman's heart rise even more, and the laws of the fire system circulated and rolled up and down her body, like a goddess in the fire.

Boom! A flaming sword, like a burning meteorite falling from the sky, was wrapped in the power to incinerate everything, and it had already arrived in front of Murong Qingshui's body in an instant, and in the next second, it was bound to blast her entire body into crumbs.

The flame knife was less than three feet away from the top of his head, like a statue-like Murong Qingshui, his eyebrows moved slightly, and then he slowly stretched out a crystal clear palm, which seemed to be slow, but in fact it was as fast as lightning and directly probed towards the flame knife, and held it steadily...... This feeling can make onlookers feel so uncomfortable that they want to suffocate.

Poof! A burst of firelight burst out, bursting out in all directions like a snake, sparks splashing in all directions, a series of astonishing explosions, constantly bursting out at the intersection of the blades and palms, and the flames flashed out, like fireworks blooming, dazzling.

"Damn!" The purple-clothed woman's eyes were full of blood, the muscles of her face twitched, and she was extremely hideous, the flame mark on her forehead suddenly flashed, and a blood-red flame instantly came out of her body, and the whole person seemed to be burning, and her eyes seemed to have a world of fire.

"Spiritual Flame Burning the Sky!" a coquettish cry rolled in the throat of the purple-clothed woman, and a breath of destruction of heaven and earth rushed out, as if she wanted to burn everything in the world.

"Even the natal fire was sacrificed, is this to fight for your life?" The corners of Murong Qingshui's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was completely ignoring the flames that destroyed the world, and his eyes showed deep disdain, looking a little impatient, this expression wanted to make the woman in purple spurt blood.

When the words fell, the jade palm holding the flame knife suddenly twisted, and the entire blade suddenly deformed, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", which was the sound of metal shattering.

At the same time, a shocking coercion suddenly rose on Murong Qingshui's body, like an ancient god of war, the jade palm void flipped over, and a crystal palm shadow was gently imprinted on the opponent's chest......

In the face of this seemingly fluttering and gentle palm, the woman in purple couldn't dodge no matter how she dodged, although her other hand was protected on her chest, she still felt like she had been hit hard by a meteorite, and the whole person suddenly flew into the air and threw out, with a puff of blood mist, and fell dozens of meters away.

It was this vain, gentle palm that made her steel-and-iron chest collapse with a hard blow, and after falling to the ground, a mouthful of red blood couldn't help but rush out. If it weren't for Murong Qingshui's grip in place, I am afraid that what he spit out at this moment would not be blood, but shattered internal organs.

Seeing this scene, everyone opened their mouths wide and was stunned, but they couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Pedal Pedal ...... The figure of the woman in purple fell to the ground suddenly, and she couldn't stop retreating for more than ten meters, and finally couldn't help but stumble and sit on the ground. Just as he was trying his best to support himself, his eyes were suddenly soaked with a purple light, and then he suddenly felt a chill in his throat. A sword, two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wings, the cold tip of the sword trembled against the throat, and with a little force, it was bound to splash blood three feet.

The woman in purple raised her eyes and saw a face as cold as ice, her starry eyes were as bright as a sword, as if a single look could pierce her body. It was Murong Qingshui who defeated her and cut down the void.

"I've lost!" Her voice was hoarse and low, as if she was squeezing out of her throat, and the woman in purple wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and stood up with her scabbard on the ground, showing a heroic and sad look on her face. She never thought that she would lose to a lonely and unknown Bixue Peak disciple, and she lost so completely that she couldn't even find a reason to talk about it

Murong returned the sword into the sheath with light water, his eyes were calm, and there was no joy or mockery, "Your peerless secret killing skills are very strong, and there should be few people in the same rank who can calmly retreat with their whole body." I'm just an exception, you didn't lose unjustly. The voice was calm, but it was telling the truth, and he didn't care whether the other party understood it or not, so he turned around and walked back. It was not easy to win this battle, the main thing was that it could not kill people, but could only be severely damaged, and it was invisibly restricted, so it was very fortunate to win.

"Can you tell me, your true cultivation?" The woman in purple knew that she shouldn't ask, but she still couldn't help but ask, just to confirm the doubts in her heart.

However, will Murong Qingshui tell her? The answer is absolutely not. It is naturally a very happy thing to be able to leave a shadow in the opponent's heart and create a depression.

"I just remembered to ask this question now, is there any point?" Murong pouted lightly, and said in a playful voice.

At this time, the time for the start of the game is getting closer and closer, and some people in the venue have begun to count down silently, five, four, three......

Woowoo...... Twelve horns representing the twelve teams sounded and resounded throughout the sky.

The rapid and majestic sound of war drums was inspiring and trembling the whole city. The noisy and noisy sound in the hall was drowned out by the rousing horns and war drums.

The earth-shattering sound of trumpets and drums lasted for a quarter of an hour, gradually quieting the hundreds of thousands of spectators in the audience, and everyone looked at the twelve battle platforms suspended in the air with bated breath. Each battle platform is in the shape of a garden, with an area of 100 meters, and is shrouded in a transparent light curtain barrier to ensure that the viewer is not injured by the aftermath of the battle.

Finally, the three referees in black suits appeared solemnly in the center of the high arena, and then announced in unison that the Centennial Holy Mountain Competition had officially begun. The tournament lasted for 20 days...... The specific rules are explained in detail by the judges of each battle. ＂

As soon as the extremely sensational and passionate voices of the three referees fell, they immediately caused a thunderous cry from the audience, every heart was beating excitedly, and everyone's blood was boiling and rushing, and the scene was particularly spectacular.

There are a total of seven peaks and four halls participating in this competition, plus the Heavenly Saint Academy, with a total of twelve teams and 12,000 people. Ten of each of these teams have elite tokens, which can directly skip the cumbersome group stage and semi-finals in front of them and directly enter the final round of qualifying.

The rest of the people were divided into twelve groups of 1,200 people each, each of whom was made up of 100 people drawn from each team. The draw of each group is not mixed, but different draws are carried out according to the strength of the contestants, and there will be no scene where the strong collide in advance. And before that, it is necessary to identify the strength and weakness of the strength cultivation.

At this time, at the core of the martial arts arena, a high platform with a width of 100 meters was suspended in the air, and a red carpet was laid on it, and only twelve mahogany gold chairs were placed on the red carpet, and the leaders of the seven peaks and four halls, as well as the masters of the Heavenly Saint Academy, were all sitting on it. The demeanor of the twelve great gods is different, but the unobtrusive momentum is enough to shock all the spectators in the audience.

Lu Suifeng and everyone were scattered to various groups, and at this time, there was only one Feng Sanniang left by his side who was in the same group as him, perhaps it was the first time to experience this kind of scene, and his expression was a little nervous.

Lu Suifeng was about to say a few words of appeasement, when he saw the referees on each battle platform, a nine-story exquisite small tower appeared in his hand at the same time, which was glowing with a faint red light, rising in the wind, and instantly turned into a three-meter-high tower.

There are subtle cracks on the tower, and there are some gaps at the edges, which looks like it has gone through countless long vicissitudes of life, exuding an eternal atmosphere.

In the eyes of everyone who were surprised and confused, they saw twelve referees flick their fingers almost at the same time...... Only listen to the sound of twelve dragon moans, from the tower body one after another. Immediately, I saw runes emerge from the surface of the tower, and streams of flames erupted from the runes, wrapping and winding the entire tower.

On the top of the tower surrounded by flames, there were nine dragon-shaped patterns like small suns, and the temperature around them immediately rose, and the water on people's bodies was rapidly evaporating.

"This is a broken spirit treasure, the name is called, Nine Flame Dragon Tower, and there is a fire dragon soul hidden in these nine sun patterns. The referee said loudly, "These nine fire dragon souls are usually hidden in the tower, and they will not come out easily, and they will only appear when the tower is hit violently. If any of the participating elites present can shake out all the nine fire dragon souls when they hit this tower, then this broken spirit treasure will be their own as a reward. ＂

Everyone's eyes were filled with a blazing and greedy glow. However, when I thought about it, my expression darkened again. Although it is a broken spirit treasure, it is also an existence that transcends the holy weapon! there will be such a good vibration there, not to mention that it is impossible to have nine fire dragon souls being shocked out at the same time. This move is just to distinguish the strength of each contestant, and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to get it.

Despite this, this unpretentious test of strength was carried out simultaneously between the twelve groups, and the roar of the dragon roar one after another was deafening.

"I'm coming!" a blood-red Rong Jinfeng elite disciple strode out, with a waist tag marked twenty-eight hanging from his waist. Ten meters away from the Nine Flame Dragon Tower, he had been sweating profusely by the blazing air wave in his face, and he immediately propped himself up with a protective light shield.

As soon as he was about to make a move, the referee's voice sounded in his ears, "It doesn't matter what kind of blade you use, you can use the Esoteric Sense, or just physical strength, but you only have one chance, and this is very important for your next classification of smoking." The referee kindly prompted.