Zixiao Lei Tower; it is still the same, lightning is in panic in the sky. A few hot winds blow, and dozens of figures appear in the space. Looking at the Zixiao Lei Tower. The leader is Yuan Yangzi of the Demon Sect, next to them are the elders and sect leaders of the Demon Sect. Among them are Qi Poison Sect, Blood Drops, Luan Kong {Jiukong's name, just modified}, etc., and there are some outstanding Demon Sect disciples.

Yuanyangzi looked at it for a moment and murmured: "It's been decades since I came here."

Qi Duzi sighed and said, "It's not the same as before."

Luan Kong smiled and said, "Stop watching, let's go down! The game is about to start tomorrow. Let's go down and prepare." Let's go down and fall straight into the thick clouds like a meteor. The Blood Legacy Son smiled and said, "It's been so many years, he's still anxious." Xue Yuanxing patted the Blood Legacy Son on the shoulder and said calmly: "Monkey is anxious, I think I want to be more elegant than a monkey!"

Some people couldn't help laughing, Yuanyangzi just smiled slightly, and then flew down.

This day finally came.

The two realms and demons have always been incompatible with water and fire, so the situation on the field is very tense. With a dull bell, two people stood in the four rings in the east, west, south, and north, and a few meters long hanging corridor was set up on both sides of the four rings. There were more than a dozen tables and stools on the corridor, and all the people were sitting there. There were two people standing beside them, all of whom were their own direct disciples.

Sima Dukong was standing beside the real man Fengyun. At this moment, he looked up at the nearest southeast ring. He saw that there was already war in the inside, with yellow sand flying in the sand and stones flying inside. A faint red light radiated, but for a moment, the red light surged, and with a shout, the yellow sand was dispersed by the red light. Only the middle-aged man with red light was left in the field. The middle-aged man looked around and saw that there was no figure of the Eternal Tower where he had just fought with him. While thinking,

He rose up; with his backhand, countless living creatures fell from his clothes, but he saw poisonous opera, toad, small scorpion, and like red ants, like poisonous insects, which filled the entire ring. Fengyun Zhenren chuckled and said, "Look at the southern ring, who will win!" This was obviously asking Sima Dukong. He said lightly without thinking: "The people in the Poison Sect seem to have a high cultivation level, but the magic of the Eternal Tower is weird. I think the Poison Sect will lose."

True Man Fengyun stopped talking, because of his high cultivation level. He naturally saw where the people of the Eternal Tower were hiding. He glanced at the wooden stakes on the edge of the arena, and then turned to the ring on the northwest, with no damage at all.

Two figures on the stage flew back, and the pale green figure carried the Autumn Daffodil Sword in his hand, moving forward and retreating, with no nervous expression at all.

Another white figure, holding a Fengshui fan in his hand, moved three feet lightly in place. He blocked the opponent's moves one by one, and suddenly the Fengshui fan was thrown away by him. He stopped three meters away, and the white figure stopped. It was a handsome young man with a pretty face. He saw his hands folded, then his eight fingers contracted; leaving only the middle finger and chanting the secret.

The fan brush changed and turned into blood red. With the shout of the man in white, a ball of blood red was pulled out from the fan, and the faint blood filled the world. The next moment, several ghostly black shadows floated out, and the pale green figure flew up calmly.

The light blue figure suddenly stopped and frowned. At the edge of the brow, a long scar extended down to the corner of the mouth. It looked a little ferocious. Suddenly, his right hand swung past his chest, and the Autumn Fairy Sword came out of his hand, rotating rapidly around the man, forming sword shadows, protecting the man.

The black shadow floated to the light blue figure in the air, surrounding it. At this time, the blood-red ball suddenly exploded, and a skull suddenly attacked. The ghost disappeared and appeared, and it had arrived. He only heard the sound of iron tools fighting, and then screamed and fell to the bottom of the stage, not knowing life and death.

Master Fengyun frowned slightly, turned his head and looked at Sima Dukong. Sima Dukong was originally a smart and intelligent person, and immediately sacrificed the Ice Fairy Sword Ice Fairy to her eyes, and gently tapped up, and her clothes fluttered; the Ice Fairy was like a long rainbow in the sky; in the blink of an eye, she had already flew to the northwest arena. At the same time, on the southeast arena, a figure suddenly flew out from the wooden stake. The next moment, she reached the back of the Poison Sect, blocked her right hand in front of her chest, moved away slightly, and then her fingers

It dispersed, and at this moment, the palms emitted a thick yellow light, and then patted the person in front of him. With a muffled sound, he couldn't help but retreat, frowned, and then said, "You are wearing the poisonous clothes of the Poison Sect, and you think I can't do anything." As he spoke, a red dot lit up between his eyebrows. The red dot jumped out of his eyebrows and turned into a spark as big as a palm. Flying lightly, the people of the Tower of Eternity floated up, integrated, and slowly walked up.

The next moment, his hands pushed and moved, and the flames appeared in the air, surrounding his hands. The sleeves were also instantly burned to ashes by the flames, and suddenly they rose. Fires were rushing rapidly, and in a moment, condensed into a five-meter-sized fireball.

The face of the people of the Poison Sect changed drastically, and the corners of their mouths kept moving lightly. The four fields were dark, surrounding half of the huge ring, and the remaining half was red by the fireballs.

The fireball turned over his head twice and exploded suddenly; it fell around him, and in the blink of an eye, turning into a torrent of fire, rushing like a tide, and then slamming the shore like a huge wave.

The black light gradually faded, and a fireball as big as a fist flew out of the fire stream and followed closely; a shrill scream. The people from the Poison Sect flew backwards, their whole body burned to pieces, which was terrible; extremely terrifying.

In the corridor, Lin Yulei frowned and said to Alibaba of the Eternal Tower not far away: "You people from the Eternal Tower are too cruel!"

Alibaba said expressionlessly: "The Huo Cultivator is indeed a bit heavy, but the people of the Demon Cult have always been famous for their cruelty. What's wrong with us for tooth?"

The righteous people looked at each other, and they were talking about each other in a hurry, and there was no consensus.

The Qi Poison Zi on the opposite side said to Wu Zhi behind him: "Huo Xiu is the direct disciple of Alibaba, and his cultivation is extremely high. You must be careful when you go up."

Northwest Arena; Sima Dukong looked at the man from the Demon Sect who had just defeated the Sword Tower. The man was surrounded by blood and energy. Before a moment, his true energy was restored. He said: "Fang Hao, Dixue Hall, ask for advice."

Sima Dukong lowered his head slightly and bowed, "Sima Dukong, ask for advice." The momentum on the field quickly spread to the tense momentum, but neither of them took action, as if they were looking at the other's weakness.

Just as Fang Hao turned his eyes lightly, Sima Dukong no longer hesitated, swish, swish, swish... Continuously, more than a dozen sword energy broke out of the sword, and then waved the sword away, and the person followed the sword.

Fang Hao's figure jumped like a star, easily avoiding several sword energy, and casually folded the Fengshui fan, bullied him forward, and collided with Sima Dukong sword. With a "clang", Fang Hao felt his folding fan tremble. The fan was slightly retracted, retreated to the bottom of the sword body, and rushed upwards.

Seeing that he could not get the attack, Fang Hao stopped entangling and jumped dozens of meters behind. However, Sima Dukong's fairy sword Ice Fairy was like a cone of his tars bone, rolling and stacking, with a heavy shadow light, as if gathering at the tip of the sword. Fang Hao's footsteps were quick and he came to avoid and hide on the field. Sima Dukong wanted to end the battle quickly, but his eyes widened. With a "knock", the Ice Fairy escaped from her hands and condensed into a seven-star shape. The seven-star stars were penetrated by silver light and gathered at the tip of the Ice Fairy's sword. For a moment, the light in the arena was greatly boosted and he advanced with the "hissing" of the long sword.

Seeing that he could not dodge, Fang Hao couldn't help but throw out the fan. The fan instantly condensed into blood red, and a red skeleton like a fist floated on the fan, rotating drippingly.

The Ice Fairy hit the skeleton on the fan with a bang, and the light scattered. With a strange red light, the Ice Fairy and the skeleton held each other for a while, and the skeleton fell down. The fan also fell down. Seeing that it was no match, Fang Hao flew off the ring.

The morning rises and sunsets, and the day is so fast.

In the Battle of Moyang on the first day, the Demon Cult won fifteen games. Five games were defeated and one game was drawn. The righteous path won five games, one game was defeated and one game was drawn.

The night is cold and the moon hangs high.

The place of the devil's sect

Yuanyangzi frowned and said to Qi Duzi beside him: "Most of the elites of our Demon Cult have been dispatched. And the decent." After saying this, he didn't say anything more.

Qi Duzi walked back and forth a few steps, and then said, "It's all rumored that Yuqing is the number one master of the young generation of decent, and she hasn't appeared until now."

Yuan Yangzi said again: "Actually, there is Yue Minfan, and they should be inseparable from each other." At this point, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, footsteps sounded, and the bloody son came over and said with a smile: "Why do you have to be ambitious and destroy your own prestige?"

"Hehe! That's right, our Demon Sect doesn't have to be misled by their hypocritical guys." Qi Poison Zi said;
Chapter completed!