"Fire Fire Sun." Duanmu Jilong shouted loudly, and his whole body shone brightly in an instant, exuding endless light and heat. It was really like the bright sun above the nine heavens. He turned into the God of the Sun, as if he was walking out of the fire.
Her long hair was flying, and her fiery red robes rustled like burning flames.
Duanmu Jilong struck a palm out of thin air, the space twisted, and endless energy hit Shangguan Piaoxue.
"Behead!" Shangguan Piaoxue still cherished his words like gold. He chanted one word, and the right hand in his hand glowed brightly. The golden light was sharp and boundless, as if it could cut this space.
"Boom!" The two energies collided together, bursting out with a sound of destruction. Some monks with weak cultivation levels in the surrounding stands had blood flowing out of their eyes, noses, and ears. Even Yuwen Zhouyuan reacted quickly.
A ray of light emitted, cutting off everything.
On the ground-shaped arena, energy raged, creating waves of energy storms. The bodies of Shangguan Piaoxue and Duanmu Jilong were like duckweeds in the waves, retreating backwards.
At this time, silver light flashed in the eyes of Yuwen Zhouyuan in the stands. He felt that Shangguan Piaoxue was about to take action. This was a good opportunity. The violent energy blocked the opponent's vision and consciousness.
Very suitable for wielding a sword.
Sure enough, before Shangguan Piaoxue could see any movement, an extremely dazzling white light flashed away, the two of them stopped moving, and the energy storm on the round platform was cut off.
When the energy storm dissipated, two figures stood on the ring, and their competition had already concluded.
Shangguan Piaoxue still holds the sword in his left hand, and his right hand falls vertically, like an ice sculpture that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Duanmu Jilong had an incredible look on his face, his eyes were blank, a sword mark appeared on his neck, and bright red blood flowed down, dripping on the fiery red robe. At this moment, the fiery red robe
It seemed to have turned into a blood-soaked robe.
The sword mark on Duanmu Jilong's neck was scratched by Shangguan Piaoxue's sword just now. Shangguan Piaoxue had spared his hand, otherwise his throat would have been cut.
At this time, everyone in the stands fell silent, thinking about Shangguan Xueshuang's sword just now.
Others didn't see Shangguan Piaoxue's sword clearly, but Yuwen Zhouyuan took a rough look. Shangguan Piaoxue's sword twisted all the energy in his body into one. There was only the original metallic white light on the long sword. This sword was undoubtedly
What's terrible is that if he is blocked, Yuwen Zhouyuan can't think of any other way yet. He can only dodge and avoid its sharp edge, and then take action.
"Shangguan Piaoxue, I lost!" On the Dizi Arena, Duanmu Jilong said with a bitter smile, his expression full of loneliness.
The sound was not loud, but it echoed clearly in everyone's ears. A sense of sadness arose in everyone's heart, as if it was late autumn when the autumn wind was bleak and everything withered.
The rise of a genius must lead to the fall of a genius.
In this world of cultivation with fierce competition between the jungle and the strong, if you want to rise, you must work hard, otherwise you will end up being eliminated and forgotten by the world.
In every era, heroes and geniuses emerge in large numbers, but only a few of them can be passed down to this day, and the others have been submerged in the rolling river of history.
"Duanmu Jilong, I overestimated you." Shangguan Piaoxue said something, turned around and left the ring.
Is this an arrogance of Shangguan Piaoxue or is Duanmu Jilong really weak? Everyone thought in their hearts.
Duanmu Jilong clenched his fists, his lonely mood changed instantly, his eyes burned with strong fighting spirit again, and with a movement of his body, he seemed to turn into a ball of flame and disappear into the ring.
Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is the loss of fighting spirit. If you lose your fighting spirit, no matter whether you are extremely talented or blessed by God, your life will be ruined.
The second competition in the Dizi Arena was between a master who was at the peak of the half-step true self stage and a master who had just entered the half-step true self stage. The top masters of the younger generation knew the result with just one glance.
The eyes of the powerful True Emperors who organized the competition on the central circular platform were filled with relief.
"Fire Dragon Emperor, you are a good junior. Although you lost, your fighting spirit is not extinguished. This failure is just a stumbling block in his growth. Now he can practice silently, retreat bravely, and wait for the moment when he soars into the sky."
A master of the True Emperor Realm who asked for rabbit meat from Yuwen Zhouyuan said in admiration.
An old man of the True Emperor wearing a gray robe said with a proud smile on his face: "Duanmu Jilong is certainly good, our descendants from Beiming Sanctuary Flame Valley are not cowards."
At this time, everyone was still recalling the wonderful battle between Shangguan Piaoxue and Duanmu Jilong just now, lamenting that the competition among the younger generation was too fierce, and at the same time, they were all looking forward to seeing who would become the number one among the younger generation.
people.
The battle on the Yuzi Arena has ended. Although the strength of the two is almost the same, one of the monks is smarter. After fighting for a while, he lured the enemy to show weakness, pretended that he was not his opponent, accumulated strength, and finally hit him with a heavy blow.
defeated the opponent and won.
His battle told everyone that in the battle scene, soldiers are not tired of deceit. In addition to strength, wisdom is also indispensable. As soon as the defeated man left, a figure couldn't wait to fly to the Yuzi Arena. Seeing this figure
, Yuwen Zhouyuan was stunned for a moment, and then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Someone is going to suffer again." Ren Sisi said lightly after noticing the expression on Yuwen Zhouyuan's face.
"It's really a narrow road for enemies! When Niu Zhenyu provoked me, you fanned the flames and started a fire, but now you have fallen into my hands!" Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed, but he did not expect that his opponent in this battle was from Yuan Hezong.
Sima Xuanwu.
On Yuzi Leitai Mountain, Sima Xuanwu stood proudly, high-spirited and arrogant.
In the second round of the fight, Sima Xuanwu knocked his opponent away with one punch. He felt very powerful. In this fight, he planned to follow the style of the previous fight. As long as he was not a strong person, he wanted to fight.
Only in this way can his strength be highlighted.
Sima Xuanwu was a little impatient while waiting. He looked around and suddenly found Yuwen Zhouyuan standing up and smiling strangely at him.
No way! Is he the opponent in this match? When he thought of Yuwen Zhouyuan, he felt angry in his heart. Situ Miaomiao was the one he liked, but he didn't expect that Situ Miaomiao was actually interested in Yuwen Zhouyuan.
, this is really hateful.
Everyone said that Yuwen Zhouyuan's strength was average, and that he might have the energy instilled by a true emperor level master in his body. Otherwise, he would not have been able to fight against Che Jianan with his peak level of cultivation at the true emperor level. He also believed this a little bit.
What's more, Sima Xuanwu has never heard of anyone who can compete with the masters of the half-step true self stage when they are at the peak of the true king stage. What's more, they are not simple half-step true self stage high queens, but have huge powers.
As potential masters, Yuwen Zhouyuan is still far from fighting with them.
Now, as long as he consumes all the energy poured into Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, he can destroy Yuwen Zhouyuan in one fell swoop. Thinking about this, a sinister sneer appeared on Sima Xuanwu's lips.
"I didn't expect that my opponent would be you. Are you ready to jump down and admit defeat, or do you want me to throw you down?" Yuwen Zhouyuan's figure flashed and stood in front of Sima Xuanwu, with a look of contempt on his face.
"Boy, you are too arrogant. You are just instilled with true energy by a master. When the magic power in your body is exhausted, I think you are still arrogant." Sima Xuanwu looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said angrily.
"That's it, wipe it. It's so shameless. I really want to spit on his face." Sima Chongwu shouted from the side.
"You can't say that. Have any of you seen someone being infused with magic power by a master? If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. Have you forgotten that person from the Soul Refining Sect?" Cui Haoran retorted from the side.
"Yes! That person from the Soul Refining Sect is a living example. I really don't know what kind of magic he used." A monk said after hearing this.
"I think Yuwen Zhouyuan is probably pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, trying to beat people's backs. His cultivation level is definitely more than the peak of the True Lord stage. He may be hiding his cultivation level." said a master who understands the truth.
"I think so." When everyone in the stands saw Yuwen Zhouyuan appearing on the Yuzi Arena, they all stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan closely and talked about how the last battle with Yuwen Zhouyuan left such an impression on them.
Deep.
"Very well, Yuwen Zhouyuan, how dare you speak to me like this? Don't think that you can compete with me just because you have the magic power instilled by a master. Waste is waste and you will never become a master. Those sneaky methods are the best after all.
If you can't stand on the stage, I will expose you completely to everyone today." Sima Xuanwu said disdainfully with lightning flashing in his eyes.
"Sima Xuanwu, to be honest, you really deserve a beating like this! Have you finished farting? Let's start fighting after farting!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a sneer.
After hearing what Yuwen Zhouyuan said, Sima Xuanwu's face turned extremely ugly, and fire was about to burst out of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Boy, since you are so eager to seek death, don't blame me for being rude."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sima Xuanwu stepped suddenly, and an astonishing explosive force burst out. His whole body was faster than a bullet, and his huge fist blasted out. At the front of the fist, a space was crushing towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, as if
Yuwen Zhouyuan must be crushed into meat paste.
"Si Ma
It's fatal." Yuwen Zhouyuan said mockingly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan put his hands behind his back, and the wind blew under his feet. He instantly moved three feet sideways and avoided Sima Xuanwu's attack.
With a sound of "Boom.", Sima Xuanwu's fist hit the round platform with great force, causing the entire round platform to tremble and ice particles flying.
Everyone in the stands took a breath. Sima Xuanwu was indeed the top master of the younger generation. His strength was so powerful that his punches could make the hard ice and snow arena splash ice particles. It was so scary.
The other masters frowned slightly. They couldn't understand why Sima Xuanwu was so impulsive. He attacked with all his strength from the beginning, leaving no escape route at all.