() Sawdust was flying in the arena, and thick black air spread, wrapping up the two people in the center of the arena, and the two figures in the arena were no longer visible.
Many people sent out their spiritual senses to see what was going on inside the dust, but were blown away by an extremely powerful infuriating energy. Their spiritual senses could not pass through, and everyone looked at each other with weird faces.
No one has ever seen such a scene.
Zhang Han was more shocked and surprised than anyone else. As the son of the Heavenly Demon and the descendant of the Jingmo Sect, his qualifications and strong physique were very clear. It could be said that he was one of the few opponents at the same level, and the Heavenly Demon's Claw was his own.
His trump card, he wanted to make a splash in this internal competition.
Now that Chu Lang, who was at the second level of Xiantian Realm, had to bear his own blow, a sense of despair came over him.
Others don't know the power of the Heavenly Demon Claw, but he knows it. Zhang Han looked for Chu Lang's figure in the black air with a solemn expression.
Chen Ning and others no longer felt happy at this moment. Instead, everyone had solemn expressions on their faces. The huge black air minions just now actually felt dangerous, causing a dozen masters on the third floor of Lingyun Hall to feel a sense of danger.
The feeling of danger.
Zhang Yue's face turned a little pale. At this moment, what he was most concerned about was what happened to Chu Lang. The minion who just hit him asked himself that he still didn't dare to bear the hard blow, but Chu Lang didn't dodge the hard blow.
This blow was shaken.
It's just that there seems to be a thick inner energy wrapped above the arena. Even if I increase the energy of the sea of consciousness to sense it, I still can't penetrate it.
The huge sword dance square was quiet, making the atmosphere even more strange.
The dust is billowing and the black air is wrapped into a huge black ball. No one knows what is happening inside?
Sudden!
Ouch!
A high-pitched dragon roar soared into the sky and echoed over the Sword Dance Square for a long time, making the people around wake up from their stunned state.
The roar of the dragon sounded, and a ray of white light shot out, rushing straight into the sky, stirring up the surrounding black energy into rolling waves.
The huge invisible force spread out with a roar, forcing all the surrounding disciples back tens of feet, more than doubling the original scope of the arena.
I saw the black air mass mixed with dust and sawdust fragments in the arena of Wujian Square, rolling up and filling the sky again. A huge minion appeared in the void again. Xiang Ye knew that this minion was used by Zhang Han again, and a bad feeling came over him.
In my mind, I wonder where Chu Lang has gone.
What happened to the dragon's roar just now? Could it be that the minions that Zhang Han condensed are just dragon claws, and they can still make the dragon's roar?
This question swirled in the minds of many onlookers, wrapping up the hearts of Chen Ning, Zhang Yue and others.
Xiang Ye's eyes were piercing, and he watched every detail change in the scene with concentration on his face, for fear of missing a scene he had never seen before in his life.
I'm afraid this idea is the same for everyone in the field. Li Lin, who had lost to Chu Lang before, was shocked at this moment. This level of confrontation was simply not something she could participate in. The previous sense of loss disappeared at this time, thinking of Chu Lang's sentence
talk.
"I will prove to you that you are not weak!"
This sentence lingered in Li Lin's heart for a long time, and she unknowingly started to worry about Chu Lang's safety.
Several referees on one side looked at each other in astonishment. They didn't know whether to stop the match. The arena had been destroyed by the tremendous strength of the two people. It was destroyed forcefully with the internal strength of the eight first-level disciples of the Recasting Realm.
of.
Seeing several people looking at him, as if waiting for his decision, the referee turned around and glanced at the big guys on the third floor of Lingyun Hall, but did not wait for a reply. He gritted his teeth and said: "Continue, wait and see what happens!"
Chen Luyun presides over every mountain gate competition. He is well-informed and experienced, but this is the first time he has seen such a fierce competition.
I remember that in the last session, two disciples with the ninth level of Xiantian Realm had a fierce battle for nearly an hour, but there was still no winner. In the last session, two people actually won the first place at the same time, which was also the first time in the history of the Tianming Sword Sect.
A situation that occurs once.
An unheard-of stalemate battle happened again today. What is even more amazing is that a person with a cultivation level of the second level of Xiantian was fighting against a person with cultivation of the fourth level of Xiantian. They were two realms apart, and the two of them had been anxious for so long. It can be seen that Chu Lang, a disciple of Xiantian, had a decisive battle.
It's a bit outrageous.
Chen Luyun motioned to several assistant referees to carefully watch the situation on the court, hoping that there would be no casualties. The two disciples were both in their early twenties, and their future prospects were boundless if they could achieve such achievements. How could we let two emperors and darlings die young?
It's such a big competition within the door.
Chen Luyun has a high level of cultivation, but he feels a little nervous at the moment. He continues to increase the energy of his consciousness induction uneasily, constantly colliding with the edge of the black energy. This black energy is a bit weird, it can actually block the energy induction of the sea of consciousness, and he can recast the realm with himself.
It's really strange that high-level practitioners are still unable to see through the phenomena caused by disciples who are in the Xiantian realm.
If Chen Luyun knew that even Chen Ning, Mo Rong and others could not penetrate and find out what was going on, I am afraid he would be much relieved and feel much better.
At this moment, Chen Luyun's old face completely fell. What on earth was going on with these two boys? They really wanted to embarrass themselves.
Chen Luyun hesitated and pondered whether he should prevent the tragedy from happening.
The surrounding disciples came back from the shock at this moment, discussing in groups what happened inside. The black vines of black energy were rolling. Neither visual observation nor induction from the sea of consciousness could understand what was going on inside. The only thing that could prove it.
This thing is really happening, and the high-pitched roar of the dragon is still hovering over Sword Dance Square.
Ouch! Ouch!
There seemed to be two dragon roars, and there were two dragon roars in everyone's ears. What exactly was going on?
Chen Ning and Chen Luyun's faces changed slightly, they couldn't help but look at each other in astonishment, and both looked at Master Uncle Morong aside.
"That's right, it was this dragon's roar that sounded again at this moment."
Chen Shaoxi arrived at the third floor of Lingyun Hall at some unknown time. He was attracted by the loud and excited dragon roar just now. He looked puzzled and confused as to what the three of them were talking about. He asked curiously: "Junior Sister Mo, what were you doing before?"
Have you heard this dragon roar?"
Mo Rong frowned and looked solemnly at the black mass rising below.
Chen Luyun sighed and said: "One of the dragon roars just now was heard by the three of us near the big stone monument in Wujian Square many years ago. Without thinking about it, it sounded again at this moment. It is really strange. Could it be that this dragon roar
Does the sound of groaning have anything to do with Chu Lang?"
"Director Zhang, you have been in charge of all the chores in the residence of the outer disciples for many years. You should know this best. Can you tell everyone what is going on?" Chen Luyun saw many people on the third floor looking at him with doubtful eyes.
, said with a wry smile.
"I don't know either." Zhang Huang looked down with no expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chen Ning was looking at the huge black energy in the Sword Dance Square below. Hearing Chen Shaoxi ask, Chen Ning was really embarrassed. Regarding the Tianming Sword Sect that he was in charge of, he really didn't bother to pay attention to and teach the sect.
A disciple of Chu Lang, I am afraid he is not as familiar with Chu Lang as Zhang Huang, the general manager.
Seeing Zhang Huang shaking his head in silence, Chen Ning was also helpless. He shook his head and said with a sigh: "I'm not afraid of the jokes of my uncles and the sect leaders. As a sect leader, I don't even bother to teach the disciples. To Chu Lang and Zhang Han
, I didn’t say a few words, they all taught and practiced martial arts on their own, so this is the first time I heard about the dragon roar you mentioned.”
There was some embarrassment on everyone's face, and Chen Luyun showed a meaningful smile. Maybe the entire Tianming Sword Sect knows this Chu Lang best. It seems that the way of divination is really wonderful. Maybe Tianming
The mission of the Sword Sect over the years really depends on this generation of young disciples.
When many sect leaders and family heads heard what Chen Ning said, they all looked disappointed, and they all looked at the black air in the Sword Dance Square again.
boom!
There seemed to be a huge collision inside, and a powerful breath rose into the sky, breaking a large hole in the black air mass.
Two figures rose into the sky from the black air mass and had already leaped high into the sky.
Their clothes were in tatters, and the weapons in their hands were gone. The two of them were fisting and kicking each other, and they were already entangled in each other.