The sun is in the sky, and the scorching sun in the immortal cultivation world is more domineering and vicious than the sun of the earth, shining on the monks' bodies, like a dagger cutting flesh, which makes people faintly painful, if it weren't for these monks, their bodies are much stronger than ordinary people, and they will definitely be injured by the light.

On the square of the Luoxia Palace, thousands of disciples were paying attention to this round of competition. Entering the top 50, the competition really has a little taste of master fighting.

After a few loud bangs, in the ring on the left and right, Wan Bao and Hu Ben each fought with their opponents.

Half an hour passed, and they still didn't tell the winner, and Gu Baiyi on the middle stage used a high-grade and low-grade phoenix feather sword, less than seven or eight rounds, and broke a player with an eighth-level qi refining player early, and then, sitting cross-legged in the center of the ring, paying attention to the fight on the left and right sides with a relaxed face, from time to time, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Wan Bao licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, and his heart deepened a trace of fear. He didn't have time to look at the situation of the tiger on the far right, just now Fu Jian's magic sword had already cut through the vajra protective talisman in front of him, and it was like a blood mark on his skin, as long as he advanced an inch, it stabbed his dantian. One inch of distance, in the monk's fighting method, has been unmistakable, the monk's body is very fragile compared to the magic weapon, with the strength of his body, how can he resist the blow of the mid-level and middle-grade magic sword.

The small silver sword in front of Wan Bao spun rapidly, wrapping the entire body tightly and impermeable. This bloodthirsty sword, ranked as a middle-level high-grade, was captured by Tian Jiu when he killed Shen Shaocheng, because Shen Shaocheng and his master had already been listed as Huachen traitors, Tian Jiu gave this mini sword to Wan Bao. Even on the VIP stage, no one could see that this magic sword was originally from an inner disciple.

Fu Jian calmed down, smiled at Wan Bao, and recalled his flowing water sword.

The flowing water sword, the middle and lower grades, the grade is two notches lower than the other party, but under his abundant spiritual power and veteran spells, the other party is already full of flaws and is in a hurry. If it weren't for the fact that the silver sword was unusually strong and unpredictable, he would have knocked the other party out of the ring a long time ago.

"Hurry!" Fu Jian raised his hand again and tapped it, and with a beep of the flowing water sword, it turned into a water shadow and flew in the air, and everywhere it passed, the water aura was all wiped out, and at the same time, the protective water curtain in front of Fu Jian became thicker and thicker.

"Hehe! Senior Brother Wan, surrender! Don't struggle! Than spiritual power, you are not as deep as me, when I advance to the eighth layer, you should still refine qi at the fifth or sixth level; than the magic formula, you are not as comprehensive as me, I have all the magic techniques that are open to outer disciples, not to mention the other methods I got outside; compared to experience, you are too far behind me, how many crystal devouring beasts have you killed? I have killed no less than five hundred crystal devouring beasts. You're like a crystal-eater underground, and sooner or later you're going to fall under my sword. ”

Fu Jian's words were like a sword and dagger, tearing apart the defense line of Wanbao's soul. As he spoke, he continued to urge his spiritual power, and the flowing water sword shot at Wan Bao, who was undecided, again.

Wan Bao didn't say a word, gritted his teeth, and poured the spiritual power in the dantian into the bloodthirsty sword more quickly, and at the same time, with a touch of his hand, he scattered several vajra talismans and stone wall talismans around his body. The Vajra Talisman and the Stone Wall Talisman were struck by spiritual power, and several protective walls were quickly erected. Within the range of seven or eight zhang, the sword light wall shadow changes the glass.

On the VIP stage, Yin Jinfeng shook his head and laughed, "Hehe! This No. 229 disciple's will is still very good, just like his silver sword, it is worthy of affirmation, looking at the sword wounds on his body, there should be seven or eight wounds, if it was a previous disciple, he would have abandoned his weapon and surrendered a long time ago." Hall Master Hong, I like this disciple a little bit. ”

"Well, it's not bad, looking at its bone year, it should be almost thirty, and there is not much cultivation value. I'm more optimistic about No. 320, I'm not very old, but I have a lot of experience in killing, and over time, I can still send a force for the door. Hong Miao nodded first, then shook her head and said.

Sikong Xing looked at the ring and asked a little puzzled: "Uncle Master, you see that this two hundred and twenty-nine is not very expensive, it has a bit of a plague flavor, and the level of the talisman and magic weapon is not low, but he still uses the cooperation between the talisman and the magic weapon very well, which makes people not have a trace of waste, unlike that loser, who scatters high-level talismans all over the sky." If this disciple loses, it's still a pity, I don't know where he came from?"

Old Man Mi laughed on the side, "Hehe, your eyesight is very thief! You have discovered this, this person is with Tianjiu, and he was born in the Spirit Pig Valley." ”

"What? it's the plague god again!" Sikong Xing's face turned gray, no longer looking at the ring, and muttered: "It's better for him to lose, out of sight and out of mind!"

Ouyang De glanced at Sikong Xing, didn't make a sound, and continued to pay attention to the competition.

Tiger Ben's condition is much better than that of Wan Bao.

The cultivation of the peak of the eighth layer of Yan Tiezui's qi refining is two steps higher than the eighth-layer primary level of Tiger Ben's qi refining. And the magic weapon of the two, Yan Tiezui is a crocodile-shaped serrated pliers in his hand, which is said to be the entire tooth of a first-order demon beast sawtooth crocodile and several kinds of refined gold refining, mid-level and high-grade, Yan Tiezui is also named after it.

Tiger Ben is a Ruyi Ge, a mid-level high-grade, one of the storage bags that Tianjiu gave him just now, and it is obviously a lot rusty to use. The arcs that Ru Yige shot out from time to time were tricky and powerful, which made Yan Tiezui a little jealous.

The iron mouth is infinitely powerful, and with the serrated pliers, it is almost invincible, and wherever it passes, the air is torn to a creazzing sound. However, its body was huge, and its movements seemed a bit clumsy in the eyes of fellow monks.

Tiger Ben wandered around the ring on the right, moving and jumping like lightning bolts, making his opponent feel untouchable. Yan Tiezui was extremely helpless, and every time his serrated pliers were about to hit Ruyige, Tiger Ben dodged to the other side of the ring, unveiling the blow he was bound to get.

"Where to escape!" Yan Tiezui roared angrily, increasing his spiritual power by three points, and the fireworks emitted by the sawtooth pliers turned from pink to crimson, and two figures, one red and one silver, were chasing each other in the ring.

Tianjiu looked at the tiger, shook his head and laughed, this little tiger is really witty, and meets the shortcomings of the other side with his own strengths. It's ugly, but it's a good strategy. It's Wan Bao, and it's time to make a decision.

"Wow", "Wow", after two sore cracks, several protective walls in front of Wan Bao scattered like a defeat, and the talisman also turned into a little flame and disappeared without a trace. Then, with a "squeak!", the flowing water sword struck the sword of the bloodthirsty sword, and the bloodthirsty sword trembled and flew out of the ring.

"Damn!" Wan Bao snorted and flew back, intending to unleash the blow of the Flowing Water Sword.

"Hmph, you still don't admit defeat, do you really want to die?" Fu Jian sneered. According to the rules of the competition, if one side insists on not admitting defeat, if Zuihou is killed or severely injured, the other side will not bear any responsibility.

"Deacon Sikong, you are the referee in this group competition, you still have to take care of this Wanbao, if necessary, you still have to come to the rescue, don't do anything bad!" Ouyang De said to Sikong Xing while looking at the field.

"Got it! I can't die!" Sikong Xing said with a frowning brow and a gray face. The left hand is slightly raised, ready to rescue at any time.

After splitting the Blood Devouring Sword, the Flowing Water Sword only paused slightly, and then shot at Wan Bao like a bamboo, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a few feet behind Wan Bao.

Wan Bao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and found a remnant talisman, and then unreservedly poured the spiritual power around his body into the remnant talisman. In this remnant talisman, the two corners are missing, and half of the side is also lacking in aura.

When Wan Bao's spiritual power was poured in, the remnant talisman shook instantly, and then shone like stars, and the ring was unusually bright.

Wan Bao felt the slightest pain in his back, and knew that the flowing water sword had been killed in front of him, so he suddenly swung and threw the remnant talisman backwards.

"Wait, Deacon Sikong!Fu Bao, that's a Fu Bao!" The hall master of the Fu Fa Hall saw the talisman flying out of Wan Bao's hand at a glance, stood up, and hurriedly stopped Sikong Xing's attack.

"Boom" There was a loud bang, the flames rose into the sky, and the flowing water sword was instantly enveloped in it. Wan Bao was also pushed several feet away by a huge wave and fell to the edge of the ring.

"Remnant rune treasure! Donglingmen Jindan Ancestor refining!" In the inner gate area, Gui Xiaoxiao saw at a glance that it was the remnant rune treasure she sold to Tianjiu for the first time, and secretly exclaimed in her heart. She had to admire this Tianjiu, who was willing to give such a precious thing to others, especially before she had even entered the inner door.

The rune treasure that wrapped the flowing water sword was like a ball of fire, rolling towards the place where Fu Jian stood.

Fu Jian stared blankly at the rolling ball of fire, and muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible! What the hell is this, my flowing water sword?"

Sikong Xing raised his head suddenly, and with a wave of his hand, a thumb-thick light shot at the fireball, followed by another flick, and a soft undercurrent shot towards Fu Jian, who was still standing.

Fu Jian only felt that his body was light, and he involuntarily moved a few feet away. Then, with a loud bang, a mushroom cloud lit up in front of his eyes, and he was thrown out of the ring by the mighty current, and he was sweet in his mouth, and then he lost consciousness.

"Ah!" the whole audience exclaimed, this sudden change was too shocking, most of the outer disciples had never seen such a formation.

After a few breaths, the spirit cloud and the fireball disappeared, and a black remnant iron sword body lay quietly in the ring, the hilt of the sword was gone. This is the wreckage of Fu Jian's flowing water sword.

"Jin Dan blow?!" Yin Jinfeng said in shock.

Sikong Xing shook his head and said, "No, it's just a blow from the mid-foundation building monk, this is a remnant treasure, the fire wood attribute, so the power has increased by one layer." ”

A smile appeared on Ouyang De's face, and he guessed that this rune treasure must have come from Tianjiu's hand again. Even the rune treasure and the best spar are available, how many surprises can this disciple of the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spirit Root bring him?