Within a hundred zhang of the battlefield, a wave-like sword qi burst out faintly, although it was much weaker than the sixth-grade sword qi of Zhantian, it was still terrifying.

"Sword Qi Illusion~!"

The battlefield roared and suddenly swung out the sword in his hand. With only one flicker, the sword teleported in front of Bei Baifeng. At the front of the sword, a lion's head the size of a foot screamed fiercely.

"Huh?"

Bei Baifeng exclaimed in surprise and took a step back, and at the same time, the silver soft sword in his hand once again drew nine plum blossoms, but the plum shape changed from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a broad bean, and it seemed that there was still a little red hidden in the stamen.

The nine plum blossoms are in the shape of the finished word, and they all submerge into the imaginary shape of the lion's head. Xing Tian Sword only paused slightly, and then continued to shoot forward.

Bei Baifeng fell back and retreated sharply, and every time he took a step back, he drew a sword, and a sword came out of nine plums, and all plum blossoms were not in the lion's head without exception. The lion's head roared incessantly, and it never pounced into the body of the North White Wind.

Ten breaths later, there was a boom and burst, and the lion's head turned into bits of spiritual dust and flew into the heavens and the earth. Xing Tianjian's sword body was also exposed again.

"Mei Ji, out~!"

Bei Baifeng, who had been retreating a hundred steps, finally showed his joy, and with a low shout, the silver soft sword suddenly disappeared into his big hand.

In the middle of the sky, plum blossoms bloomed all over the sky, and silver sword shadows were layered on top of each other, falling down like a goddess scattering flowers.

Xing Tianjian suddenly stopped, and those blooming plum blossoms, each one fell on the sword's body, like thunder, and made a heaven-shattering sound.

"Back to back~!"

The battlefield cracked his mouth and roared, waving at Xing Tianjian who was outside Wan Zhang's body with a miserable face.

"You'd better think about yourself, right?"

On the battlefield's side, there was a sneer. Fall into the sea of his knowledge. It's like five thunderbolts.

"Ground. Escape !!"

On the high platform, the battle discipline was shocked, and the huge divine consciousness rushed into the test platform, shouting vigorously, reminding the battlefield.

"Escape~!" The battlefield gritted his teeth and roared, his figure blurred for a while, but unfortunately it was still too late.

A five-foot-long gray-white wolf paw surged out, sweeping through a blur of afterimages.

"Ah~!"

The howls of the battlefield came as scheduled. Where it stood, a mist of blood flew out. In the blood mist, Bei Baifeng's figure conjured out, with a hint of regret on his face. On his white right hand, there was a deep red. He frowned slightly, glanced around, raised his right hand, and in the palm of his hand, a three-inch blood ball rolled out, and the blood ball was in the middle of. Green smoke kept flying out, and this was exactly the essence blood collected after breaking through the battlefield.

5,000 zhang away. The battlefield staggered out, half of his arms and skeletal muscles were missing, his body was covered in blood, his eyes were full of hideousness, and his coercion was extremely loose, faintly on the verge of collapse.

Xing Tianjian, who was covered by thousands of snow plums, hummed and wailed, and the spiritual light on the sword body also flew by. Then, all the plum blossoms surged, and a female nun in a white dress appeared. The nun was as white as snow, with only a jade face with a slight blush. As soon as she appeared, she waved her jade hand and collected the still wailing Xing Tianjian, and then, Qiao Shengsheng flashed to Bei Baifeng's side, pulled his right hand without hesitation, and swallowed the blood ball in one gulp.

The battlefield trembled violently, looking fearfully at the North White Wind and the white-skirted nun not far away. His mind was in a state of confusion, and he had not yet woken up from his defeat. He didn't realize that the distance of 5,000 zhang was for the Great Monk, but between breaths, if he added another blow, he would definitely die!

A sharp light flashed in Bei Baifeng's eyes, and his five fingers became claws, and he drew his claws without hesitation.

"Stop, Beibaifeng! Leave a place for a life!" The cry of the war discipline drilled into the sea of knowledge of Beibaifeng.

"Spare him his life?" Bei Baifeng glanced at the battle Ji coldly, and five gray wolf claws suddenly covered the battlefield's head.

The battlefield came to his senses and wanted to surrender, but he sadly found that his consciousness and voice could not reveal a single part of his body, and his body seemed to be in a prison under the weight of billions of pounds.

"Brother Bai Feng, sell the old man's face and let it go!"

Bei Baifeng shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his claws tightened again.

"The old man will give you a million of the best!"

Bei Baifeng snorted coldly, and the claws of his hands swirled, bursting out with all kinds of coercion.

"What do you want? Treasures, turf, spars, women, the old man can give them! The old man can tell you: Once you die on the battlefield, the two families will never have peace!"

Bei Baifeng nodded with a wicked smile, his eyes glanced at where Tianjiu was, and waved his hand to make a killing gesture.

"You mean to ask the old man to kill the plague god Tianjiu?" Zhan Ji frowned.

Bei Baifeng nodded and glanced at Mi Yurong again.

"No, you won't even let go of the female cultivator?!" Zhan Ji swallowed violently.

Bei Baifeng bared his teeth and snorted, his eyes flashing fiercely.

"Okay, okay! Let's make a deal! If the old man doesn't meet any of them in the final test, the old man doesn't owe you a favor from Bai Feng!"

A trace of relief floated in the depths of Bei Baifeng's eyes, the five claws moved, and a small wisp of gray smoke curled out above the head of the battlefield, and was swept away by it. At the same time, the face of the battlefield showed an extremely painful look.

"You...... You pumped his soul?!" War Ji almost jumped up.

Bai Zhanxiong on the side seemed to see something, and comforted: "Brother Zhan, it's just a soul, the battlefield is still good, except for the inability to advance, everything else is normal." Don't worry, as long as you meet my son's conditions, he will definitely return this soul in full, and the old man will guarantee you. ”

After Bai Zhanxiong finished speaking, he shot a trace of divine consciousness at the test table.

Bei Baifeng smiled and nodded, and with a wave of his five claws, the bloody body of the battlefield flew out.

On the bottom platform of Guanxian Terrace, a blue light shot out, and then, the figure of Nan Zhantian appeared, he looked at Bei Baifeng coldly and took a few breaths, hugged the bloody body of the battlefield, turned his head and flew into the bottom platform.

In the big guy area, Zhan Ji looked depressed, and trembled and said: "Bai Lao'er, it's still your little cub who is ruthless! Don't give face to the old man at all, Zhan Tian has been friends with him for more than ten years, and he doesn't show any affection, and threatens my son's soul, okay, very good!"

"Hehe, Brother Zhan, my Bai family has always acted like this, you should thank Bai Feng for not killing your son in the battlefield. If it weren't for your Zhan family, I'm afraid the loser on the stage would have been scattered at this time!"

Bai Zhanxiongyun said with a light smile, and his eyes turned to the test table where Mi Yurong was.

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Mi Yurong glanced at the competition table on the side, there, Bei Baifeng had already returned victoriously, from the sword to the victory, it was only two hundred breaths before and after. And Bai Kan opposite her, like a swimming dragon, flew at great speed in the middle of a radius of ten miles, and two hundred breaths passed in the blink of an eye, and she didn't even hit the corners of Bai Kan's robe.

The most hateful thing is that this Bai Kan is still throwing black pills into the air. These pills, the size of an egg, exploded when they were thrown into the air, forming black spiritual clouds the size of a few feet, whether they burst or black spiritual clouds, they did no harm to the monks, but they burned violently the spiritual energy in the large array, especially the wood spiritual qi, after two hundred breaths, the entire large array, the wood spiritual qi was gone.

Mi Yurong stopped the pursuit, stood in the middle of the test table with a puff, looked at Bai Kan who was teleporting on the edge of the big array, and shouted: "Bai Kan, you are still a seven-foot man, and you are also the boss of the dignified Bai family, how can you be the same as a ruffian?

"Haha! Fairy, Bai Kan is not talented, I am afraid of your Mu Xing Sword, but Bai Mou's ability to escape is first-class, and his escape skills are unparalleled, he can't beat you, can't he drag you to death?!Bai Mou's treasure is not as sharp as yours, and the dantian is not as full as yours, but Bai Mou has the Spirit Devouring Pill, swallowing all the wood spirit energy here, one and the other, between us, the victory or defeat is still unknown!" Bai Kan Thief smiled, kicking in his mouth. In the sleeve of his robe, a green pill quietly slipped out and into his palm. Mixed with more than a dozen black devouring pills, it was dazzling.

The size of a pill dragon's eye, it shimmered slightly with a little emerald light. Bai Kan's palm was lightly grasped, and all the pills instantly shattered into powder, like a mist along the corner of his sleeve, slowly sinking into the heavens and the earth. (To be continued......)