Tens of thousands of years of prestige, Wang Zhixuan was ruined today.

The cold wind is whistling, the snow is flying all over the sky, and the cold air is blowing in the air.

In order to maintain the bearing of one step at a time, Wang Zhixuan did not show his body protection qi. Now there are some white snowflakes on his head, like a few more strands of gray hair, and he looks a little old.

Bang! Bang!

The Sky Raider struck the gong, and Bao Xiang solemnly glanced at Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen, and read a sentence in his mouth: "The third battle of the Supreme Ten Battles, the battle of a hundred people! Xuantian Sect wins!"

Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen stood in the air, unable to make a sound.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan no longer has the face to ask for the Beihai Dingfeng Pearl. The words Liu Yi said before, and the evidence presented, only proved that Wang Zhixuan was a hypocrite, and as for Wang Zhixuan himself, he would not admit it in person anyway.

If he admits it, wouldn't he have torn off the last fig leaf?

"Humph!"

Wang Zhixuan's expression was cold, and he listened to the shouts of "hypocrites" around him, his eyes were like blades, and he stared at the surrounding audience viciously.

After all, this person's strength is profound, and his reputation in the Qiongyu Realm is extraordinary, and after being glanced at by him like this, the shouts around him gradually weakened. After a while, except for the brainless fans of the Alliance, who are not afraid of power, no one is shouting the word hypocrite anymore.

Until this moment, Wang Zhixuan's face was a little better, and he led Huang Wushen back to Nanfeng.

The Supreme Ten Wars, originally there were only seven major battles to fight.

Four wins out of seven battles are considered wins.

Xuantian Sect won three battles in a row, and only one more victory was needed to win the Supreme Ten Battles, and as for the subsequent Immortal Realm battle, it didn't matter whether he participated or not.

"Brother Yi'er, as long as you win one more game, my Xuantian Sect will be stable and hard!"

Hu Tutu ran to Liu Yi's side, looking very happy.

At the time of the previous hundred-man battle, Hu Tutu even made up his mind to pay attention, even if he showed the original form of the white tiger, he would help Liu Yi win the hundred-man battle.

What if it is recognized as a demon cultivator, who said that Xuantian Sect can't accept demon cultivators as disciples, who stipulates it?

You don't need to show the original form of the white tiger to win, and Hututu is naturally happy.

The bonfire was also held again at the call of Hututu.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect gathered together, drank wine and ate meat.

It's dark, it's already dark.

The mountains were dark, and the snow glowed faintly.

Qingtian Daxian was very happy, sitting alone in his seat and drinking, contented. Most of the people who bet with him this time were to buy Dao Xuanzong to win, and now Xuantian Sect seems to have the chance to win, how can Qingtian Daxian not be happy? When he was happy, he naturally wanted to have a chance in front of his old opponent, but Qingtian Daxian searched around, but he couldn't find any trace of the red-blooded old monster.

Qingtian Daxian thought in his heart: "Tomorrow, the two factions will fight a thousand people, if there is no accident, Xuantian Sect will definitely win." Four wins in seven games, this battle can be regarded as the last battle, the red-blooded old monster actually disappeared at this critical time, where did he go?"

If you can't see it, you can't see it, and the Qingtian Immortal just wants to be nervous, but he doesn't take the disappearance of the red-blooded old monster to heart.

At the top of the north peak, Cheng Yifeng has not knelt on the top of the mountain for a long time.

Liu Yi told Cheng Yifeng long before it got dark that one day when he surpassed Cheng Yifeng in his cultivation, he could officially accept him as an apprentice.

Now, Cheng Yifeng is sitting with Hu Tutu, drinking wine and eating meat.

Cheng Yifeng was happy, Hu Tutu was even more happy, and the fat man thought in his heart: "Brother Yi is my eldest brother, and Cheng Yifeng is Brother Yi's apprentice, don't you want to call me uncle......?"

The laughter of this fat man is really different from ordinary people.

Hu Ling Zhenren pulled Tang Jiawen to ask him to ask west, only asking Tang Jiawen if he had found his biological daughter among the female disciples of Bandao Peak.

However, how could Tang Jiawen know about this?

Liu Yi sat quietly on a plate, concentrating, swallowing the pill and exercising on his knees. In the battle of 100 people, Liu Yi showed the sword technique of worshipping the sky, and he was already injured.

This kind of sword technique, when it is performed once in the real human realm, it costs a yuan baby, and now Liu Yi has cultivated to the pure yang realm, and there is only one yuan god in his body, although he did not consume the yuan god when he cast the sword trick, but the five internal organs were eaten by the sword trick, and even Shou Yuan was consumed for more than a hundred years.

However, the matter of longevity is not something that can be recovered by meditation and intensive cultivation.

Huhuhu......

The north peak is getting stronger and stronger, and the wind is getting louder and louder.

The snow in the sky suddenly became several times thicker, and even if everyone was a cultivator, they could only see the scene ten meters in front of them, and if they were far away, their vision would be completely obscured by the snow.

The red-blooded old monster restrained the light of blood all over his body, hid all the smell of blood, and was lurking in the depths of the snow at this moment, slowly sneaking towards the location of the bonfire where the monks of the Xuantian Sect of the North Peak were located.

The thick snow just covered the figure of the red-blooded old monster.

The smell of the drunken drunken wine came from the place of the bonfire, and the red-blooded old monster took a deep breath in the snow, smelled the wine, his expression became more and more happy, and he said silently in his heart, "Only the last battle is missing, and Xuantian Sect will be able to defeat Dao Xuanzong." Now it's the eve of the big war, I'm afraid that all the monks of Xuantian Sect will drink and carnival! The more they carnival, the more lax, I will sneak attack Liu Yi at this moment, and I will be able to kill with one blow. ”

Thousands of meters away, just a few moments.

The red-blooded old monster unknowingly came to a hundred meters away from the campfire, separated the snow into a gap, used his means to catch a snowflake, made the snowflake into a mirror, and then controlled the snowflake to fly into the air next to the bonfire.

Immediately, the red-blooded old monster was suddenly fascinated by his eyes.

The mirror-like snowflakes seemed to have turned into the eyes of the red-blooded old monster, and they saw all the scenes of the bonfire meeting.

"Very good! Liu Yi's location is due north!"

The red-blooded old monster smiled fiercely and began to sneak again, just for fear of being noticed by the four sword immortals in the distance, his sneaking speed became slower and slower, but his heart became more and more ecstatic, and he thought: "Judging from these battles, Liu Yi's methods are really mysterious and abnormal, and even I can't see through the origin of his sword." It's just that his cultivation is too low after all, and if he uses the cultivation of this land immortal to sneak attack him, it will be like Mount Tai pressing the top, and he will definitely die!"

Cracking sound!

Firewood burns in the bonfire, making bursting sounds.

The communication jade talisman in Liu Yi's sleeve trembled again.

"Shen Haibing, does the Holy Fire Sect have any new moves?"

Liu Yi cast the sound transmission method on the jade talisman, and then stared at the direction of the south peak in the heavy snow. Shen Tuhu, the head of the Holy Fire Sect, was sitting on the top of the South Peak at the moment, watching the battle as a guest.