This light seemed to have substance, He Miaomiao dodged it, and the ground where he was standing just now had been corroded into ash. Fortunately, the ring is made of high-end materials, and the red light only melts into a thin layer, and if it is changed to ordinary ground, it will definitely penetrate a large hole.

The blood aura contained in the red light was extremely heavy, and such an aura could only be achieved by sacrificing countless lives of living beings. Because of this, the resentment contained in the pillar of light can make people feel cold.

The golden mirror hanging in the air has a jet-black surface, which is completely different from the transparency of ordinary mirrors. The handle is carved with a snake entwined upwards, the body of which extends to the back of the mirror, splitting into two snake heads, one up and one around a faceless woman.

The golden mirror form and attack are very evil, plus the hairpin on the blue jade head, which can turn into a blood mist and condense into a human form, always guarding against sword qi attacks, He Miaomiao can only fight with him for a while.

The red light shot out by the black mirror was extremely fast, one beam of light had not disappeared, and the other beam had already attacked the direction of He Miaomiao's dodge.

The arm-thick light densely formed a cage, and the faster she dodged, the more pillars of light there were, and even the open space where she could land was gradually decreasing.

If it continues like this, it will not be good for her, He Miaomiao quickly stopped, withdrew the light that attacked the blue jade, injected a large amount of spiritual power, and no longer hid the trace of the sword light.

An incomparably fierce fire spirit suddenly dispersed from the light, splitting into nine in the air, and instantly erupted with countless sword qi.

When the sword qi condensed, the surrounding aura was stagnant, hidden in the nine flame-like lights, colliding fiercely with the dark red blood light.

Two different pillars of red light collided and exploded in mid-air, and the entire ring was covered by red, but it looked like a dazzling white when you looked closely. The light covered the evil qi and the two people in the fighting method, burning the eyes of the monks watching the battle outside with a slight pain.

The light was silent when it dispersed, but its lethality was no weaker than the collision of breath. The formation and enchantment of the ring shook and shook for a long time under this strong attack, and He Miaomiao and Lan Yu, who were in it, activated their whole body defense before they were not injured by the aftermath.

Lan Yu pursed her lips, and the red mist that turned into a human form dispersed, enveloping her in it, and He Miaomiao's defensive skirt flickered, and together with the spiritual power shield she sacrificed, she protected herself tightly.

At the moment when the light was about to dissipate, He Miaomiao immediately moved his mind, and once again pulled the nine with light to become one, hiding under the strong light, and quickly hit the blue jade against the ground.

The golden mirror was shocked by the sword qi and firelight, and the blue jade suffered a lot of backlash, and the blood mist turned into eight figures again, but this time it was a little erratic. When Hanguang attacked, she was not without induction, but the natal magic weapon was damaged, so she had no intention of fighting again.

When the overwhelming light disappeared in the ring, Lan Yu stood quietly in place, without defense or counterattack, only letting the sword knock him out of the formation.

He Miaomiao didn't deliberately attack her natal magic weapon, after all, it was not a fight of life and death, she had always been measured in her heart, and she was always up to the point. What I didn't expect was that the pillar of light itself was connected to the golden mirror, not just a single means of attack.

At the same time as the pillar of light shattered, the golden mirror was shaken into fine lines in many places, and it was necessary to retreat immediately, and it could not be fought for a year or several months.

Lan Yu was angry and uncomplaining, seeing that He Miaomiao was standing on the stage faintly apologetic, she grinned and hugged her fists, which was not as gloomy as ordinary evil cultivators.

After saying hello, Lan Yu turned away with a pale face, and quickly walked out of the square barrier and disappeared into the crowd.

He Miaomiao was victorious, and a breath came out of the light curtain, which was injected into the token on her waist, and the three words "ninety-six" changed from ink to cyan, representing that she had the qualifications to enter the next game.

jumped out of the ring to find Zishen and Ji Ruyue, and the three of them came to the open space again, and before they could say a few words, they saw that the No. 3 ring lit up with one thousand and fifty, which was Zishen's number.

"Third sister, Ji Daoyou, I'll go first!"

Zishen saw that his opponent was Confucian Xiu, so he said hello and ran away, came to the ring to greet each other, and the two jumped into the ring at the same time.

The position where He Miaomiao and Ji Ruyue were standing was just right to see the No. 3 ring clearly, and they heard a solemn "start", and two thin knives with flames flashed out of Zishen's dantian in an instant.

"It seems that your family is known for their fire spirits. Ji Ruyue was surprised by He Miaomiao's strength, she could barely see clearly just now, what was the natal magic weapon shuttling on the stage, this time Zishen's double knives were extremely dazzling.

The half-arm-long double knives are light and transparent, the handle is a deep dark silver, and the blade is bright silver throughout, reflecting a faint red light due to the fire spirit that is scattered outside. The sword was majestic, covering the entire ring in an instant, and flew towards the other party with a roar.

He Miaomiao's sword aura is domineering and fierce, the fire spirit is blazing and violent, but Zishen's sword aura is sharp and cautious, and the fire spirit is completely different and restrained.

One with absolute power, almost brutal. A trick is subtle and quite methodical.

He Miaomiao has never looked for high-level swordsmanship, her own habits and experience have her own set of moves, flexible and fickle, which makes it difficult for people to parry. And Zishen has been taught by Snow Kite since he was a child, and under strict training, he has comprehended every move and style to the extreme.

The two of them can't talk about which is stronger or weaker, after all, the performance of sword qi and sword qi is mostly related to nature, and as for the tricks when fighting, it is best to suit yourself.

In the ring, the Confucian cultivators in the later stage of Jin Dan looked solemn, and the two gray streamers behind the Confucian scarf were cut into pieces by several knife qi, and under Zishen's precise attack, they were gradually unable to parry.

His natal magic weapon is a black axis ink drawing, and the long scroll hangs in the air, constantly emitting the afterimage of the landscape, and every stroke is full of spirituality.

The mountains and mountains are quickly detached from the painting, which is obviously just ink, but it has an almost real weight. The shadow of the river outlined in light ink is full of shadows, accompanied by a loud noise, and it jumps out of the picture scroll and rushes to the opposite side with the mountains and rivers.

Seeing this, Zishen stretched out his sleeves, and his swords suddenly turned in the air, like a pair of burning cicada wings, attacking the scroll and Confucianism itself.

Confucian Xiu was suddenly shocked, the blow to the natal magic weapon was too strong, no matter what, it couldn't be avoided, and if it was carried hard, it might hurt the root.

He quickly recalled the scroll with a thought, but who knew that the attack on the top was just a false move, and the original intention was not at all in his natal magic weapon.

The thin knife with red light flashed before it could get close, and suddenly turned around in the air, swinging countless sword qi at the same time as the other, surrounding him tightly.

The momentum of the twin swords was like a rainbow, breaking through the air and roaring away, this blow was greatly beyond the range that Confucian cultivation could withstand, and the aura of the ring formation flashed slightly, and it was teleported out in an instant.