Jiudong represents the backbone of the outer disciples of the entire Jiutian Taiqing Palace. All of them are disciples with outstanding talents and arrogance. They are arrogant and confident. They are different from other mountains. They were chosen from the beginning.
Absorbed into the Nine Holes, or absorbed when showing amazing potential.
Therefore, in their hearts, they look down on the other disciples of the Eighteen Peaks from the bottom of their hearts. This is not something they are born with, but it is acquired through hard work. They have this qualification.
However, now, all the disciples in the first group of six holes were swept by Zhou Mengzhong's provocative gaze, and they were all filled with rumbling fighting spirit. Some disciples with strong hearts couldn't help it, not to mention those with weak hearts.
His eyes were like spitting fire, and his heart was boiling with anger.
As Fan Chen's voice fell, the disciple in the Wanxiang Cave who had trained Li Longming slowly stepped out of ten people and looked up at Zhou Meng, his eyes sharp and sharp, as if he had the potential of thousands of swords.
The cultivation level of these ten people is all about 8,000 Xiangli. Each of them has activated more than 200 bones. They are among the most powerful beings in the Wanxiang Cave. It seems that they are deliberately trying to make Zhou Meng look bad.
The disciples of Longhu Peak had excitement in their eyes. The Wanxiang Cave among the nine holes. In the past, if Longhu Peak met the disciples of the Nine Holes during the competition, they would all be defeated miserably.
With Zhou Meng here today, I am afraid that the result of this cycle for many years will be a big change!
"Senior Brother Zhou Meng, come on!"
The Longhu Peak disciples suddenly shouted in unison, and the sound was like rolling thunder, which exploded. Zhou Meng smiled slowly, and then took a deep breath. These ten people were a bit of a threat to him, but if they wanted to defeat him, they would have to
Far from it.[
Wow, ten people, all of them are masters of swords. The long swords on their bodies were bursting with sword light and radiating cold light, making the entire arena seem to be a world of swords, fierce and threatening.
The cultivation level of these ten people is extremely high, and they are all sword cultivators. If they join forces, even the ordinary Dzogchen elephant power masters may not be able to withstand them. Therefore, all the disciples of Wanxiang Palace are sneering.
, Zhou Mengqiang, they admitted, but they would still be defeated by their own palace in the end.
However, Zhou Meng smiled and laughed so hard that the ten disciples of the Vientiane Palace were confused. Sword masters? If they were all bare-handed, they might be able to cause some trouble to themselves, but now?
Buzz, the wailing knife was held in his hand. Zhou Meng's face instantly became solemn. The wailing knife in his hand released a terrifying sword power and struck hard at the ten people. The micro-level sword intention was displayed at this moment.
Incisively and vividly.
"Swords and swords are natural enemies. The ten people in Wanxiang Palace don't even have an entry-level sword intention. In front of this powerful natural enemy, they are not qualified to use a sword at all. The ten of them were defeated." Fanchen's eyes were so vicious, and he shook his head.
He shook his head, having already made up his mind, and couldn't help but glance at Zhou Meng.
"Zhou Meng, your victory ends here!"
One of the disciples said slowly, and then the figures of the ten people suddenly erupted in an instant, and their footsteps hit the ground, which actually caused cracks in the arena, which looked shocking.
Wow, a long sword was swung, and the sword light was like a dazzling firework. It bloomed instantly and surged towards Zhou Meng. Among these ten sword intentions, there was the awe-inspiring righteous gentleman sword, the lightning strike speed sword,
There are furious swords that are fiercer than fire, and there are soft and tender swords, which may be strong, yin, bright, or dark.
Ten swords came to Zhou Meng's side in an instant, and several sword lights poured down like heavy rain, but Zhou Meng, who was surrounded, just smiled coldly.
It was too late, but soon, he quietly raised the long sword in his hand, and a sword light rushed out crazily. Facing the menacing sword light, Zhou Meng's sword was filled with domineering rage.
With a rumble, the swords collided, and the sword light surrounding Zhou Meng shattered instantly and fell to the ground in the shocked eyes of the ten disciples of Wanxiang Palace.
"Haha, come on, if you want to fight, fight to the fullest!" Zhou Meng laughed loudly, his hair suddenly raised, revealing his not-so-handsome face, with a touch of heat in his eyes.
Boom, the tip of Zhou Meng's sword touched the ground, and his figure rushed out. He swung the single sword in his hand suddenly. A disciple in front of him was frightened and used his sword to block it, but the light of the sword directly smashed his long sword into pieces. Then he
I found that my chest felt cold and my consciousness slowly disappeared.
Whoosh, the figure of this disciple was directly rescued by the mortal world. Zhou Meng kept on facing the ten disciples surrounding him without any fear. He became more and more courageous as he fought. The long knife in his hand seemed to be alive, with spirituality and cunning skills.
, the sword smashed the long swords in the hands of the disciples of Wanxiang Palace, and directly injured them seriously.
Wow, wow, the sword light was like a phantom, and Zhou Mengren was even more like thunder and lightning. When he flashed, he raised the long sword in his hand, and someone fell down. In just a few minutes, ten Wanxiang Palace disciples were on the stage,
All failed.[
"Vientiane Palace, the second set of challenges begins."
The second group of challenges in the Vientiane Palace began, and ten people came on stage. However, compared to the ten people in the first group, these ten people had slightly lower cultivation levels, but they still had good cultivation levels. But for Zhou Meng, it was the same result.
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defeat!
Zhou Meng didn't use any sword skills at all, nor did he use the Seven Broken Fists at all. He just relied on a single sword, like an undefeated god of war, to defeat all the disciples of the Wanxiang Palace who came to the ring in groups.
The third group, the fourth group...the ninth group. Except for the ninth group, which made Zhou Meng a little disabled, the other disciples all fell to the ground without any hindrance.
The eyes of the other five-dong disciples gradually changed. Is it possible that this Zhou Meng is really not a human? Didn't he even consume his own strength? He is a strong man of two hundred, but why does he still have the same expression on his face even after the fight?
Not panting, not anxious or impatient.
The tenth group is led by Feng Man, the strongest man in the Wanxiang Cave. This manpower competition can be called a humanoid monster. Its power is enough to compare with the power of the Dzogchen Elephant. It is a terrifying comparison. Moreover, the other nine people are also Dzogchen.
The strong ones are all geniuses with more than eight thousand elephants.
Pressure, Zhou Meng finally felt the pressure. When he saw Feng Man, who had a strong body and veins bursting out on his arms, Zhou Meng grinned. He was strong? Maybe in front of him, his body was slightly weaker.
.
There are ten strong men in the Dzogchen Realm who would have been moved by the pressure alone. However, Zhou Meng, apart from a hint of solemnity in his eyes, there was no other change.
"Group 10 of Vientiane Palace, the challenge begins!"
Boom, as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Man's body suddenly exploded. When he stepped on his feet, the whole arena was shaking. He waved his arms, bringing out a series of roaring winds, fierce and fierce.
Woo, a strange sound sounded, and Zhou Meng's expression suddenly changed. He was so strong, and he lived up to his reputation. The mourning knife in his hand was instantly put into the Xu Zi Ring, and he clenched his fist in his right hand and struck out with lightning and flint.
Boom, a dull sound burst out from the fists of the two men. Feng Man's body retreated violently. His face was not shocked or fearful, but instead had a touch of fighting spirit and a touch of fanaticism.
Crunch, Feng Man finally stopped when he retreated to the other nine people. The nine strong men all had stern expressions on their faces, and Zhou Meng, who was so strong, made them feel even more pressured.
And Zhou Meng couldn't help but take three steps back, but he took three steps tightly. When he looked at Feng Man again, he felt a lot more interesting. This guy's physique, if he had broken through to the two dragon elephants, he might really be able to fight with him.
Both are comparable.
"Let's take action together and fight!"
Feng Man laughed loudly. In his group, no one used weapons. They all used bare hands, which gave them an exciting feeling.
"Fight? Come on!"
Zhou Meng also felt the flames of war rising in his heart. Physical attacks were more exciting and more comfortable than using weapons.
Boom, the eleven people fought together instantly. A huge wave of air centered on the eleven people suddenly spread out in all directions. The dull sounds made everyone below couldn't help but twitch their eyelids.
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