When all the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect appeared in the arena, all fifty disciples of the Qidu Sect also appeared in the arena.
After their spiritual consciousness swept across the Qi Po Sect disciples, all the Miao Yin Sect disciples took a breath of cold air. There were actually twenty-eight mid-level Nascent Soul cultivators in the Qi Po Sect camp, and twenty-two were also lower level.
A monk in the Nascent Soul stage.
This is the so-called mantis' arm as a chariot. Among the less than fifty people in the Miaoyin Sect, there are only eight intermediate Yuanying monks. If Xuanmu hadn't advanced a few months ago, there would probably be eight middle-level Yuanying monks at this time.
There are no infant monks.
Looking at this scene, all the monks of the Miaoyin Sect had wry smiles on their faces. What did this wry smile mean?
"Kill..." Xuanmu chanted, and his voice echoed in the arena for a long time. Although the voice was heroic, it seemed particularly desolate under the silence.
"Haha, what's your name? We haven't talked about killing yet, don't worry..." A middle-aged man who was the leader of the Qi Du Sect laughed and said at this time. With a wave of his right hand, all the Qi Po Sect behind him
The Poison Sect disciples suddenly took action at this moment, and their figures quickly flashed through the air.
Lines of poisonous mist quickly dispersed under the light curtain of the entire arena, but Xuanmu still took the lead and stepped into the air ahead. He didn't want to lose like this, so he grabbed a Yulan Qin with his right hand
He placed it in front of him and quickly played the song "Flowing Spring and Flying Waterfall". When the song "Flowing Spring and Flying Waterfall" was played, a rotating spring eye quickly appeared in front of Xuan Mu.
"Boom, boom, boom." Three loud noises exploded in the midst of the flickering poisonous mist. Jiang Zhao also looked crazy, and moved his fingers on the purple jade flute.
The purple light of the Tao quickly condensed again.
The remaining six of the Seven Miaoyin also started crazy attacks. They didn't want to lose too badly, so they could only launch attacks in the distance without thinking about their own safety.
As strange poisonous mist condensed in the air, a disciple of Miaoyin Sect disappeared inexplicably from the arena. Xuanmu looked at this scene, his face became even more gloomy. He suddenly slapped the piano with both hands.
On the string, I saw a waterfall with a length of dozens of feet rushing out of the spring. A lower-level disciple of the Miaoyin Sect was killed by this blow. The blow was very fast, and then another
It was a lower-level disciple of the Miaoyin Sect who was killed by the waterfall and disappeared into the arena.
Xuan Mu's hands that were as fast as ghosts kept playing on the strings, and he only saw the shadow of one hand flickering, and then, another waterfall rushed out of the flowing spring,
This blow was not directed at the disciples of the Qi Po Sect who were at the lower level of Nascent Soul, but was struck quickly towards a disciple of the Qi Po Sect whose cultivation level was comparable to that of Xuan Mu.
But with a flash of blue light, the waterfall struck the disciple like a real substance.
The man's body immediately flew out, and then the brilliance of his body gradually dimmed, shattered, and then disappeared from the arena.
After this attack was unleashed, Xuanmu killed three disciples of the Qi Po Sect. The spiritual power in his body was also consumed greatly. His face was extremely pale, and he did not look like a monk at all, but more like a corpse demon.
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At this time, all the junior disciples of the Miaoyin Sect have withdrawn from the arena, and only a few lower-level disciples are still holding on.
When Xuanmu saw this, his face showed a ferocious look. He wanted to try hard to save something. However, he was powerless. At this moment, two intermediate Nascent Soul stage disciples of the Qi Po Sect were quickly gathering towards him.
, he saw the right hand of the middle-aged man in front of him shaking, and bursts of blue light emitted from his hand. What this man used was actually the water poison ** that Lan Jiao was good at. Then there was a blue ray.
The colored water was condensed by it, and bursts of fishy and unpleasant smell emitted from the water.
"I'll fuck you, uncle." Xuanmu cursed bitterly, and then plucked the strings with his right hand again. Although he obviously knew that this was a futile effort, he still wanted to try, not to mention ten mid-level elements.
The infant-level monk struck out, and he was never afraid of even a strike from a high-level Nascent Soul monk.
He induced a stream of blood spiritual power to be injected into the strings, and then played the "Song of Resentment" with the Yulan Qin. As soon as the sound came out, there was an extremely gloomy feeling. As soon as this feeling appeared, his right hand was on the strings.
Suddenly, the seven strings of the piano made a whistling sound. The sound was extremely shrill, like a ghost roaring.
Then I saw the red light condensed on the strings suddenly rushed out from the strings when the strings were played. The middle-aged monk in front of Xuanmu had not yet used the water poison poison, and was struck by this
A blow hit the chest directly, and the entire body suffered a violent impact, quickly disintegrated in mid-air, and then disappeared.
"You..., what kind of cultivation level are you?" At this time, the Qidu Sect female cultivator behind Xuanmu looked at Xuanmu in horror, muttering in disbelief. Her cultivation level was different from Xuanmu's.
Same, he was also at the middle-level Nascent Soul stage. When he saw Xuanmu easily kill an intermediate Nascent Soul cultivator, he showed a look of disbelief.
At this time, in the Yin Yuan Sect camp in the due north area, a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged. He didn’t even want to watch this round of the game. He knew that the Qi Du Sect would definitely win this round without looking.
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However, at the moment Xuanmu took action, his wrinkled face moved and sniffed. He opened his eyes with an moved look on his face and asked in surprise: "This boy actually
Are you a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect?"
"Haha..., this boy is a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect. However, after the Nine Sects Alliance Conference passes, he will be a disciple of our Fang Yu." Fang Yu, who was sitting next to the white-haired old man, said at this moment
He said with a satisfied smile.
"Your disciple? Why?" The old man looked at Xuanmu calmly and murmured something. This sentence seemed unintentional, but it seemed to be said intentionally.
Fang Yu smiled but didn't answer, looking enigmatic.
"I haven't seen this kid for nine years, but his cultivation has grown so fast?" Xun Wende of Qi Du Sect said with emotion at this time.
"Hmph, if it weren't for that old ghost, he wouldn't have gone to that bullshit Baicao Valley. He should be a disciple of my Qi Du Sect now." Lan Jiao complained angrily after hearing Xun Wende's words.
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"Haha, if he were your disciple, his cultivation would probably be that of Junior Sister Lan Jiao." Xun Wende laughed.
Lan Jiao's face darkened and she stopped answering.
Directly south of the arena, within the Ba Dao Sect camp, a muscular man with a beard who looked to be about thirty years old suddenly opened his eyes at this time. He stared at Xuan Mu in the arena and looked towards him.
Chen Qiao beside him asked: "Is this the mysterious wood of the Miaoyin Sect? Its strength must have reached the upper-level Nascent Soul stage."
"Yes, not only has this son's strength reached the upper level of Nascent Soul cultivation, but his determination and perseverance are unmatched by monks of his generation." Chen Qiao sighed and said, with a hint of cherishing Xuan Mu's talent.
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"What do you mean by this?" The thirty-year-old muscular man with beard looked at Xuanmu with gleaming eyes. His curiosity about Xuanmu grew in his heart and he asked quickly.
"You should know about Fang Yu from the Yin Yuan Sect," Chen Qiao said with a mysterious look.
"Fang Yu? Are you talking about that hypocrite?" The strong man with the beard said disdainfully.
Chen Qiao nodded and said: "Yes, that's him. This guy can actually resist the power of the ten palms of the fish below."
"Fang Yu's ten palms?" As soon as Chen Qiao finished speaking, the eyes of the bearded man suddenly showed a look of disbelief. He said coldly: "The Fang Yu of Yin Yuan Sect is a high-level Nascent Soul cultivation
The kid who has the best chance of breaking through the seven colors can actually resist his ten palms? Are you kidding me?"
"Haha, forget it if you don't believe it. Even if you do, what will happen? Could it be that our Ba Dao Sect still has the strength to fight with their two major elixir sects, Qi Po Zhong and Yin Yuan Sect?" Chen Qiao laughed.
, said lightly.
"Could it be that what you said is true?" The bearded man still didn't believe it and asked again in confusion.
"Alas, he is destined to be a disciple of the Yin Yuan Sect. If he is asked to become Lan Jiao's disciple, it is absolutely impossible." Chen Qiao sighed, his eyes brightened and he stared at the person in the light shield again.
Black wood.
"Huh..." All the monks present took a breath and stared blankly at the arena.
At this moment, in the entire arena, apart from Xuanmu, there was only Jiang Zhao. The two were back to back, and no trace of one person's hands and ten fingers could be seen scratching on the strings, but there were bursts of very messy sounds.
Although it sounds, the sound cannot be regarded as chaotic, because it contains an extremely peculiar rhythm in the chaos. It is just because it is played too fast, so it looks a little chaotic.
One person held a purple jade flute in his mouth, and moved his hands quickly on the jade flute. Purple, crimson, and dark red light rushed out from his jade flute. Then
Then he saw that these rays of light quickly transformed into a cloud of the same light. Under the distortion of the cloud, a thunder ball quickly condensed out.
As soon as the thunder ball condensed, the faces of the monks who gathered around the two people couldn't help but turn livid.
Then an extremely rich red light mixed with green, gold, and pink light rushed out from the Yulan Qin. The faces of these monks from the Qi Po Sect couldn't help but twist. Their footsteps were in mid-air,
Unknowingly, he took a step back.
This step seemed ordinary, but it undoubtedly revealed the fear of Xuanmu in their hearts.
Then I saw light and blasted away the magic weapons and spells cast by several Strange Poison Sect monks, hitting the opponent's chest heavily. In an instant, three Strange Poison Sect monks disappeared from the arena.
At the same time, three thunder balls suddenly exploded in the air, which caused all the monks present to take a breath.