BTTH:The Rebirth of Liu Xi

Han Li smiled bitterly, bowed his hands with trembling hands, then turned around and walked step by step towards the outside of the square with bloody steps.

Amidst the layers of sword shadows now, if Tang Ying had not finally stopped his hand, he might not have been able to survive completely.

The elder of Fenglei Pavilion, who acted as the referee, saw that the winner had been decided, so he shouted loudly:

"The first battle, Tang Ying wins!

In the next battle, Xiang Liuyun will face Zhang Nan, get ready. !"

Xiang Liuyun was wearing a white robe, with a heroic aura between his eyebrows. He stood straight as a gun, with an aura as sharp as a gun.

He held his hand, and a spear with a dragon pattern appeared out of thin air. He waved the spear senselessly, and a beautiful flower burst out from the tip of the spear.

He immediately said in a deep voice: "Xiang Liuyun, please give me some advice!"

Zhang Nan's face was cold and stern, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes. He held a ghost sword in his hand and sneered:

"Zhang Nan, don't take advice seriously. If you are afraid of death, give up early. ."

As soon as those words fell, a powerful aura erupted from the two of them at the same time: a sharp edge and killing intent.

at one point.

The two of them came out at the same time, turned into an afterimage, and rushed straight to the opposite direction.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

A series of clashing sounds of gold and iron rang out, and in an instant, they collided countless times, causing gusts of wind and flying, erupting with violent energy that spread in all directions.

The confrontation between the two was quite fierce, causing the emotions of the spectators on the sidelines. Such a passionate battle makes people even more excited.

However, Liu Xi looked indifferent. He supported his chin with one hand and even yawned.

The strength of these two people is quite satisfactory, and they are not weak among high-level martial emperors. Unfortunately, for Liu Xi, there is nothing interesting about them.

Time passes little by little.

The battle in the field became fierce. Both of them had red eyes, and their auras were slightly upset, as if they were separated from life and death in the next moment.

A black light suddenly emitted from the ghost sword in Zhang Nan's hand, and he laughed wildly and said:

"The next move will determine the outcome. I will be the one to advance. Senluo Blade Shadow!"

Xiang Liuyun held a pistol in one hand, pointing the tip of the pistol straight at Zhang Nan, his fighting spirit gradually approaching the spear, and said in a deep voice:

"Today is the day I will become famous, how could I give it to you! Cang Long Pukong!"

As the fighting spirit rose, the illusory dragon shadow condensed, floating behind Xiang Liuyun, majestically showing its teeth and claws.

"Kill me!"

Zhan Nan swung his sword fiercely, and the dark sword light that seemed to be able to devour everything flew off the blade.

He stabbed Liuyun with the spear, and the dragon shadow behind him let out a piercing dragon roar and immediately pounced straight at Zhang Nan.

A sword light flashed through him, comparable to the light of a dragon shadow. When Zhang Nan saw this, he looked like a madman, bit his tongue and spat out blood on the blade.

"Sacrificial knife! Kill!"

The dark sword light was dim and deep, instantly smashing the dragon shadow into pieces, and then continued to cut through Xiang Liuyun without stopping for a moment.

Without warning, Xiang Liuyun received a direct hit from the sword and was sent flying backwards. If it weren't for the spear in his hand, he would have been killed.

Zhang Nan's determination made Venerable Huangquan's eyes light up. Huangquan Pavilion admired such a madman. As long as he was cultivated, he was a sharp sword.

"After the conference, we can try to sort out the situation!" '

Xiang Liuyun fainted.

The elder of Fenglei Pavilion made a decision after a brief inspection and said loudly:

"The second battle, Zhang Nansheng!

The next battle will be Mu Qingluan vs. Wang Chen, be prepared!"

Hearing these two names, Liu Xi finally regained his energy. With the strength of these two people, the duel would be more interesting.

In the field, Xiang Liuyun, who had fainted, was carried away. Although Zhang Nan's face looked quite pale, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face as he walked to the side.

Regardless of victory or defeat, he would be among the top four in the trial conference at Sifang Pavilion. This is an honor that no one can ask for.

Mu Qingluan walked into the square with elegant and quick steps, put her small hands behind her back, and said softly:

"I didn't expect that we would meet in advance. Whoever loses will end up at the bottom of Sifang Pavilion this time. I can't lose!"

Wang Chen looked at Mu Qingluan coldly, the dagger in his hand quickly flexibly rotated in his palm, and then he grabbed it, and the dagger obediently stopped in his hand.

Huangquan Pavilion is no better than other sects. If Wang Chen really loses, Lord Huangquan will not let him go easily after he returns.

You will not die, but you will definitely shed your skin!

The scarlet tongue gently licked the dagger, and Wang Chen's face showed an expression of painful madness, and he said sullenly:

"If you want to defeat me, it depends on whether you have this ability. I don't know what it means to cherish beauty and cherish jade."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Chen's body moved and turned into a black stream of light. In an instant, he walked towards Mu Qingluan and swung the dagger in his hand like lightning, aiming straight for the two vital parts of his neck and waist.

The dagger easily entered Mu Qingluan's tender body, before Wang Chen could show his excitement, shock appeared on his face.

This is... an afterimage?

Immediately behind Wang Chen, Mu Qingluan's voice, sweet as a bell, rang out.

"Sneaking in without saying a word is truly despicable and shameless."

Wang Chen immediately turned around and saw a beautiful figure in Qing Yi with a displeased expression on her beautiful face. It was Mu Qingluan.

"As expected of Master Feng's disciple, he is indeed very fast. Are you only good at hiding?"

Wang Chen's expression was quite gloomy, Mu Qingluan had indeed outpaced him in the speed competition.

Mu Qingluan said as expected:

"Speed ​​is my advantage. If I don't make good use of it, will I still be able to compete with you in strength?"

Seeing that Mu Qingluan was not deceived, Wang Chen no longer hid, and a black fighting spirit burst forth from his body. This martial spirit was much stronger than that of an average peak martial emperor.

There were envious voices inside and outside the square. At this time, Wang Chen could already be considered a quasi-powerful Dou Zong, much stronger than an average peak Emperor Dou.

Mu Qingluan was not very surprised. Suddenly, a light blue martial energy surged out, and the aura on his body grew, reaching the level of a quasi-Dou Zong.

"As expected, you have reached this level, but in the end, I can only win. Bone-Corroding Circle Dagger Dance!"

As soon as Wang Chen finished speaking, the severe corrosion of the martial spirit on his body caused a long ravine to appear on the ground.

At this moment, Wang Chen was much faster than before, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Mu Qingluan.

The two daggers turned into countless black lights, and even the space was marked with dark traces. The arc of the dagger dance was extremely strange, and they actually wanted to block all of Mu Qingluan's movement space.

Mu Qingluan smiled coquettishly, and she didn't care. The air current surrounded her body like an elf in the wind, and she easily dodged it by stepping on the wind.

Wang Chen continued to attack, but they were always a little close, but this was precisely what made it a little difficult for Wang Chen to catch up with Mu Qingluan.

A slight difference could result in a loss of thousands of miles.

The longer the entanglement lasted, the lower Wang Chen's patience would be, and the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

On the other hand, Mu Qingluan could still rely on his speed advantage to control his kite until he died.

Thinking about what outcome awaited him after failing, Wang Chen became even more irritable and even crazy.

Finally, a beast-like roar erupted from Wang Chen's throat, and the small blood vessels beneath the surface of his skin suddenly burst, turning him into a bloody man.

"Underworld Blood Art!"