The opposite side sent a Wanhua Ancient Cultivator with the second level of Dharma Image, which obviously underestimated the enemy. Unexpectedly, Hua Haitang obtained the complete inheritance of a king of tribulation. He was caught off guard and easily won.

"continue!"

Mu Jia and Yi looked bad.

In the seventh game, Mo Yao chose to fight.

The Dharma image is one level, but its strength is only weaker than that of Ye Huanling.

After all, he is also the descendant of the Demon Lord. He was taught by Qin Li, and with the guidance of Grandma Ye from the Demon Village, he condensed more than 40,000 feet of magic image. It was a starry night cloak, which was like cutting the night in the sky, mysterious and profound.

Win another game.

Gu Xiu's face completely pulled down.

In the eighth game, Su Qingxue played and still won.

Her Dharma image is a 50,000-meter-long Yin-Yang furnace, and she is vaguely promoted to the second level of Dharma image to condense the truth.

Su Qingxue is considered a representative of hard work and never giving up. She has been chasing Qin Li since the Southern Region and has never relaxed. In addition, various opportunities later, especially the nourishment of the crystallization of the Fire God, finally achieved results.

Four wins and four losses.

Monks from ancient and modern times competed to tie.

The faces of the ancient cultivators looked ugly and somewhat unexpected.

Mu Jiayi said contemptly: "I didn't expect that the monks were all eggless men and actually had to rely on a group of women to win."

Nan Jianzi and others also looked embarrassed and could not refute.

Because the defeats were all contributed by their older generation, this also shows that their era has passed and the younger generation is quickly taking over Qianyuan.

Wei Shanhu smiled and said, "As the headmaster, let me come in the last battle and completely defeat their fantasies."

"The winning or losing is not certain!" Yun Shiyu soared into the air.

"No, it's already destined."

Wei Shanhu laughed loudly, and his fierce aura bloomed, suppressing thousands of mountains.

Nan Jianzi's face turned pale: "It turns out to be the fifth level of Dharma image. Didn't you have the fourth level of Dharma image before?"

Yun Shiyu was very calm: "It seems that he has been promoted recently, and he deliberately suppressed his breath and confused us, just for this battle and crushed the whole audience. Perhaps the changes documents were deliberately leaked."

As soon as this is said.

The pupils of the major peaks suddenly shrank.

Wei Shanhu sneered: "Okay, it's time to end this battle."

Crane.

The sword weapon is unsheathed.

A six-orbital killing sword reveals its sharpness.

"Let you see the complete "Four Seasons Divine Sword Chapter"!"

Wei Shanhu had an amazing demeanor. With a sword light, he burst out his innate magic power, distorting the storm for 50,000 miles and turning into a killing field.

The green light shines, reflecting the lushness of spring; the red light burns the surging of summer, the yellow light shines with coldness, revealing the loneliness of autumn; the white light is clear, demonstrating the despair of winter.

This sword alone integrates the mystery of the four seasons and breaks out the scenery of the mountains and rivers.

Yu Chenzi was shocked and said, "It turns out that this is the power of the four seasons, the mystery of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Within a sword, it vaguely touches the change of time. In an instant, it will kill people's lives. Yun Shiyu is in danger."

Yun Shiyu smiled and said, "I haven't even touched the fur of the Avenue of Time. It's far from my husband, so it's not worth mentioning."

"The music of killing!"

Clam!

The blue-gold stringed sword is unsheathed.

This is a nine-orbital spiritual treasure specially created by Jian Xiong, which incorporates divine gold.

Suddenly, the sonorous sound was erected, the iron bones were strong, and the weapons were bumped into each other, like a million troops fighting, brave and unstoppable, killing the supreme. All the prosperous seasons, like a painting of the country, were burned down.

"What!"

The audience was shocked.

This is the only thing that beats Wei Shanhu.

"Impossible, my cultivation level is two levels higher than yours."

Yun Shiyu smiled and said, "My husband killed three levels of the same as the three levels of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level of the same level."

"Yesterday's cry!"

call out!

Punched with a sword.

Vocal music is invisibly fatal.

The sad and heartbreaking sound is like resentment, like admiration, like crying and complaining, and it is everywhere and pointed directly at the heart of the people. Wei Shanhu's innate magic power has begun to disintegrate.

Her swordsmanship was deeply influenced by Qin Li, and then Jianxiong knew that with the help of the old man Fuqin in the Demon Village, she had completely embarked on her own path, being unique and first-class in the world.

"I won!"

Yun Shiyu put his sword into the sheath and clicked until it was clicked.

"No, I haven't lost yet!" Wei Shan's tiger sword sounded into his body, bleeding from his seven orifices.

Mo Yao couldn't help but shake his head: "You are too inferior, inferior to the same level. Sister Yun hasn't even produced the Dharma image?"

"I said it, I didn't lose!"

Wei Shanhu was furious and sacrificed a piece of green holy paper.

It turned out to be a holy relic, with the word "spring". Once sacrificed, the holy power was thriving and shocked the audience.

Bai Ruyun's face changed drastically: "You cheat and use the holy relics."

"It's just a normal method!"

Mu Jia and Yi smiled contemptuously and deliberately indulged.

"The zither sounds and the sword!" Yun Shiyu directly sacrificed her magic image, trying to intercept and kill her.

"Overbial ability, this is the handwriting of the Saint King of Naturalness!" Wei Shanhu Sen smiled coldly and raised his hand to throw it out.

A piece of paper fell like a thousand mountains falling, gathering a monsoon, which was incredible. The space collapsed layer by layer, and the monks around it were overwhelmed. The sixty thousand feet of magic figure that was the first to be crushed was crushed inch by inch.

"puff--"

Yun Shiyu vomited blood on the spot and was about to fall into a coma.

Even if yin and yang are born together, they cannot withstand the damage of the complete destruction of Dharma. If Yun Shiyu had not possessed divine substances, she would have died suddenly on the spot.

"You are going to kill people!" Mo Yao was angry and caught Yun Shiyu who had fallen into the sky, and his voice was resentful: "After all the monks of the same school, you are actually trying to kill me. Do you really not give us some way to live?"

"No control and assistance for the moment."

Wei Shanhu laughed and said:

"Anyway, we won, you should be the outer door honestly!"

Nan Jianzi and others were angry: "What is worse than bullshit, for no reason is your loss, and you still have to stand on the holy relics to kill people. We will definitely not accept it."

"oh!"

Wei Shanhu raised his hand and pointed.

The holy power is like a knife, covering the entire audience, and ghosts and gods are about to tremble.

Nan Jianzi, Yu Chenzi, Su Qingxue, Ye Huanling... All the cultivators suffered severe damage, all five internal injuries, and vomited blood on the spot.

Wei Shanhu snorted coldly: "I really don't know where you guys are from? We followed the Holy King and fought south and north, and this family business belonged to us."

Zhao Tianyu looked at the severely injured people and shivered in anger: "Fart, the Holy Land of All Things was pressing step by step back then, where are you? If Master Ye hadn't taken over everything alone, the Dao Sect would have been destroyed long ago, so where would you show off your power?"

"Just Nirvana!"

Wei Shanhu raised his hand and took a photo.

He pinched Zhao Tianyu's neck with one hand.

His fingers were about to penetrate his throat, as if he was about to pinch his throat.

"Say, where Qin Li is? If I can't answer, I will kill you."

Zhao Tianyu's pretty love was purple and red, and he was in pain: "Why... you want to target... my husband..."

"Because he learned the supreme technique, this is not something he can get." Wei Shanhu said coldly: "I guess he is hiding somewhere to watch at this moment. If you let him come out, I will let you go."

"have no idea!"

Zhao Tianyu is very tough.

Wei Shanhu's mouth showed a hint of teasing.
To be continued...