Darkness, bondage, coldness, isolation, solidity, shaping heaven and earth...... Spells that contain all kinds of earth-walking characteristics are casually cast by Sand Fury.

Every spell is at his fingertips, extremely skilled, this person's control of the earth vitality, Yue Yue is ashamed to see it, and several of the methods are even more evident from time to time when he sees a bright and thoughtful look in his eyes.

Mrs. Whistling, the past and the present, the same is true for the powerful earth cultivation such as the dust sub.

Huo Ming is not simple, with a fire method in one hand, with a magic weapon like a refining furnace, the heat wave is rolling, and the power is like a tide.

When the fight is fierce, every shot of this person seems to be refining the sand rage.

It took half an hour for the battle to finally end.

Sand Fury wins!

But frankly speaking, his performance was not so impressive compared to that of another alien monk, Doromer, perhaps because he kept his hand.

After the end of this battle, it was Zhu Tear's turn to appear, and her opponent was a monk from the Great Snow Region, named Yunhai, because Zhu Tear was obviously in a group with Yue Yuran and others, which also attracted a lot of attention.

The two were in the same realm, and after the battle, they soon showed a situation of equal strength.

One is Mu Xiu!

One is Bing Xiu!

The sky is full of blue and white light and shadow, and the wonderful places appear from time to time.

And in the end, it was the sea of clouds that won this battle, winning in the ruthlessness, and finally counting spells, and the move was the way to lose both!

......

Finally lost one!

A large number of monks, looking at the direction of Yue Yueran and the others, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if all of them were like Yue Yueran, Feng Yi, and Gao Lao Crooked, it would be too against the sky!

"Guys, I lost. ”

After coming back, Zhu Xianren's expression was also gloomy.

The crowd was comforting.

Mrs. Howling quietly glared at Yue Yueran, stopping his preaching words, Yue Yueran smiled, didn't say anything more, Zhu Xianren is a smart person, he should turn a corner.

The final battle of the tenth group, which was also a close match, ended in a stalemate of half an hour.

It's the turn of the eleventh group!

The two seed monks in this group are Lang Kong Huan and Xu Qizi, this Xu Qizi is an old man from the Heavenly Wolf Sect, and in the same group, there is also Shangguan Fan, an ambitious guy with the pseudonym Shang Fan!

"It's finally my turn!"

Langkong smiled heartily, and one catapulted up and fell into the battlefield below, he couldn't wait, and there were still a few different lights under his eyes.

His opponent followed suit, a monk from a big force in the Empty Mulberry Domain, named Dongfang Cicada, and the two realms were both in the late stage of Jindan.

......

This Oriental cicada is the appearance of a young man who is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, born extremely handsome and beautiful, fluttering in white clothes, and carrying forward in black, after playing, it is to take out a magic weapon with a whole body and a black body, a seven-string guqin-like magic weapon, this treasure breath, compared with the general high-grade magic weapon, is stronger, but it has not reached the level of Lingbao.

"Daoyou, my comprehension is very poor, and I didn't deduce any clever spells, so I had to rely on this Mo Yuqin to ask Daoyou for advice. ”

The Oriental Cicada said in a dashing manner.

"Understood!"

Langkong Huan smiled and said: "People who say this generally hide ruthless methods, I will be careful." ”

Laughter erupted.

"Brother Dao is really interesting. ”

The oriental cicada on the opposite side also laughed, warm as a spring breeze, and had an excellent demeanor.

After a simple greeting, it is the start of the fight.

"Zheng—"

The slender and white fingertips of the Oriental Cicada flicked, and the sound of the piano suddenly rose, clear and loud.

But in everyone's ears, it seemed to be a thunderclap on the ground, and the eardrums rustled, and the closer and lower realms felt like a knife had pierced into the ear, and it hurt indescribably.

Lang Kong Huan bore the brunt of the blow, and the physical body and spirit were all in great pain.

"Zheng Zheng—"

One hasn't fallen yet, more noises!

The substantial gray sound wave, centered on the qin in the hands of the Oriental Cicada, swept in all directions, and there was no way to avoid it!

This person seems to be dashing, but since he is here, he must fight hard.

......

Lang Konghuan hurriedly counterattacked, and with a wave of his hand, the blue water waves of light and shadow rolled and swept towards the other party.

Soon, the front of the wave met with the gray sound wave, and without any fighting sound, it passed through and continued to blast towards the waves.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lang Konghuan's body to see how he coped.

Seeing the attack coming, Langkong Huan grinned, showing a childlike smile, and pinched a very strange trick in his hand.

Close your eyes!

Ears droop!

Cross-legged!

Almost instantly, it became a treasure, and after everyone looked puzzled, they quickly felt that his breath seemed to have disappeared from this world, leaving only an illusory body of light and shadow.

Whew-

The gray sound wave slammed into the end, but when it fell from behind him, it seemed like nothing, and it didn't stir up any abnormality, and Lang Konghuan didn't move at all.

Bang bang bang –

On this side, the blue wave he released, forcing Dongfang Zen to dodge and fight back, loud.

......

"What did he do?"

"It's gone, what kind of weird trick is that?"

"It's impossible for him to really disappear, could it be a subtle quality of the way of water?"

In the midst of the discussion, there was a bang.

And some monks who came from the Empty Mulberry Domain, or had been there, and had a wide range of knowledge, such as Pang Pet, Mu Qiufeng and others, showed a different kind of thinking look.

"Close your eyes, cover your ears, and dry your heart...... He was a disciple of an eight-thousand-year-old man. ”

Mu Qiufeng said faintly.

"Senior brother, who is the 8,000-year-old man, and why is this name so strange?"

Someone next to him immediately asked.

"The eight-thousand-year-old man is a master of loose cultivation in our Empty Mulberry Domain, and one of his best methods is the means of resolving and avoiding opponents, and this door is one of them. As for his name, of course, someone else gave it to him, because he had lived too long and had no interest in anything. ”

"Then what is the mystery of closing the eyes, covering the ears, and drying the heart?"

"I can't tell. ”

Mu Qiufeng shook his head.

Voices of discussion spread.

Yue Yuran also heard it, and finally knew who Lang Konghuan worshipped as a teacher after he went to the Empty Mulberry Domain, and for this door to close his eyes and cover his ears, he immediately remembered a word in the later era - vacuum!

"Sound needs a medium to spread, and in a vacuum, there is no medium that can make sound spread, so this method of the Oriental cicada is naturally ineffective!"

Yue Yuran muttered in his heart.

"Xiao Lang's method is not so much called closing his eyes and covering his ears and dry heart, it is better to call it - absolute vacuum, he is outside his body, creating an absolute vacuum!"