On the ground next to the martial arts stage, Xiumei gritted her teeth and stood up.

She was clutching her right shoulder, and there was a deep wound on it, dripping blood.

But at this moment, the gray energy on her body was concentrated on the wound, forcibly stopping the bleeding.

Xiumei stared at Murong Sword on the martial arts stage, her eyes full of killing intent.

I have to say that she was careless just now.

But she can still fight!

With her strength, Murong Sword can definitely be killed!

Xiumei gritted her teeth and wanted to take the stage.

"The sixth game of the second round, the second small game, the Dragon Pavilion Murong Jian wins!"

At this time, the chief referee's voice resounded throughout the Shenwutai.

According to the rules of the Hundred Sects Competition, as long as they land outside the competition platform, they can be awarded a loss.

Although Xiumei still has spare capacity, because it has already landed on the ground outside the competition platform, this competition is considered a loss.

Hearing this result, Xiumei's heart jumped and she looked at the field of Ziyan Palace in the distance.

She knew that Palace Lord Jiang Dao had already arrived.

The failure caused by her carelessness...will inevitably be severely punished.

"Papa..."

At this time, applause was already in the audience.

The cruelty before embroidering plum made most people feel disgusted.

Now that she is defeated, she is naturally happy.

Murong Jian inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, turned and stepped down, and returned to the site of the Dragon Slashing Pavilion.

...

"This Murong sword... is good." In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian's back, his eyes moved slightly.

From the perspective of breath, Murong Jian has a cultivation base in the middle to late stage of the transformation period.

On the side of Xiumei, the level of cultivation is indistinguishable.

For a while, I felt that I was in the stage of transforming gods, and then I was back to the stage of Yuan Ying.

But in any case, Xiumei was obviously one of the core disciples of Ziyan Palace more than two thousand years ago.

At almost the same level of cultivation, it is extremely difficult for a contemporary young monk to defeat an old monster who had cultivated more than two thousand years ago.

Especially this old monster has strange blessings on him.

In addition, the so-called Dragon Slashing Sword Art performed by Murong Jian also made Fang Yu very interested.

Slashing Dragon Pavilion, Slashing Dragon Sword Art... Does this sect have enemies with the dragon?

Of course, in a contemporary sect, Fang Yu wouldn't care too much because of this name.

The dragon is a legendary existence.

In the long history of the hot summer, I don't know how many sects or spells related to dragons have appeared.

For example, the ancient dragon in the south of the Yangtze River practiced dragon-related spells. But in fact, it only blurs out the shape of a dragon, and there is no element related to the dragon.

The reason why these sects and spells add a dragon to the name is just to appear more high-end.

"The more I live, the more I go back... I can't even beat a contemporary Tianjiao." Fang Yu looked at the several people in the Ziyan Palace ahead, with a sneer and cold smile on his face.

...

"Palace Master, please give me another chance..." Xiumei walked back to the venue, knelt down on one knee, and said with her head down.

Jiang Dao stood in place, among the gray pupils, no emotional fluctuations could be seen.

He ignored Xiumei, but looked at Zhenyun on the side and said, "The second game, you go."

"Understand, Palace Master." Zhenyun immediately lowered his head and replied.

Xiumei was still kneeling on the spot, afraid to speak.

Jiang Dao raised his head and scanned the auditorium in front of him, ignoring the embroidered plum.

There were more people present than he thought.

But he knew that that man... would definitely be there today.

Probably, he is already among this group of people now.

"Not coming out yet? Do you want to watch us step up to the top?" Jiang Dao sneered in his heart, "Also, wait until then to kill you, so that you will be the last stepping stone to the revival of Ziyan Palace. This is The most perfect plot."

...

The second game started soon.

On the side of Zhanlong Pavilion, Murong Jian was still on stage.

As for Ziyan Palace, he finally changed.

Zhenyun came on stage.

The surrounding audience cast their sights on Zhenyun.

Before the first round, no one had heard of Ziyan Palace, and only regarded it as an ordinary emerging sect.

But after the first round of the first round and the second round of performance, Ziyan Palace has successfully become the focus of the audience.

Even the few large sects from the northern capital do not have such a high degree of attention.

"Finally sent a male disciple... this man looks... as if he is not very strong."

"She is thin and her temperament is completely overwhelmed by Murong Jian."

"Zhanlong Pavilion should win two games in a row and enter the top 25."

Most of the audience were shocked by Murong Jian's performance in the previous game.

This is the second evildoer on the top list!

The sects from other regions, even if the disciples under the sect have amazing people, they can't meet these truly top geniuses!

Zhenyun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian in front of him, his eyes were as cold as blades, and murderous.

Feeling this murderous aura, Murong Jian frowned slightly.

In the last game, his sword could choose to slash Xiumei's head, but he didn't do it because he didn't want to do it this way.

But the Zhenyun in front of him didn't seem to appreciate it, and even broke out a more direct killing intent.

In that case...

Murong Jian directly drew the long sword out of its scabbard and pointed directly at Zhenyun.

The bell of the battle has not yet struck, but the competition stage is already tense!

"clang...."

After three seconds, the bell rang!

"Wow!"

Both sides moved at the same time!

This time, neither party introduced themselves!

Murong Jian held swords in both hands, his figure resembling a ghost, appeared beside Zhenyun, and cut out with a single sword!

A slender chain appeared in Zhen Yun's hand, and after straightening it, he stood in front of him.

"Puff!"

There was a sound of metal collision and the chain shook.

Murong Jian only felt a huge force coming back, and the long sword suddenly lifted up, which was difficult to control for a while!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhen Yun's left palm hit Murong Jian's chest!

"Sword Qi Bodyguard!"

With a thought of Murong's sword technique, a faint shield condenses in front of him.

Zhenyun squinted slightly, and as his right palm moved forward, a purple flame suddenly rose!

Purple Flame Palm!

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu's eyes in the audience suddenly turned cold.

This is the most representative technique of Ziyan Palace!

On the competition stage, Murong Jian felt the power of this palm, but it was too late to dodge.

In the next second, Zhenyun's right palm was already blasted on the shield.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the sword energy that condensed the shield seemed to have become inflammable, and was actually ignited by the purple flame of Zhenyun's right palm!

"Wow!"

In an instant, Zi Yan burned into a large piece, and rushed towards the Murong sword ahead!

Murongjian's face changed, he took a step back, holding the long sword in both hands, and slashed forward!

"Form One, Dragon Slash!"

"boom!"

A sword gas cut towards the purple flame in front.

Murong Jian wanted to use this slash to disperse these purple flames!

The sword aura blasted out, and the purple flame in front was indeed broken through but in a flash, it closed again, and the fire became stronger!

Murong Jian's heart shook, and immediately ran his spells, trying to distance himself from this purple flame.

But at this time, he discovered that his feet were caught by something!

Looking down, he saw two hands made of gray air, stretched out from the ground, tightly grasping his feet, making him unable to move!

At this moment, the hot breath rushed toward you!

A large wave of purple fire is about to drown him!

Murong Jian was shocked and tried his best to get rid of his hands, but he couldn't do it!

He directly raised the long sword, and inserted his lowered hands!

The blade directly penetrated the gray gas and pierced the ground, without causing any damage to the hand where the gray gas had condensed.

But the power of these hands was so real that Murong Jian couldn't even move his feet!

How is this going! ?

Murong Jian panicked completely.

Facing the coming Zi Yan, his mind was blank.

"Jian'er, run away!"

"Brother Murong..."

"Brother..."

In the audience, everyone in Zhanlong Pavilion's complexion changed greatly and they shouted in unison.

But Murong Jian has no time to care about these sounds, and can't move!

Seeing that Zi Yan was about to pounce on Murong Jian's body.

"call...."

At the moment of the moment, a strong wind suddenly appeared in the air.

The strong wind blows away the purple flames all over the sky instantly.

Murong Jian froze in place, unable to react for a while.

"If you don't want to die, just give up. Otherwise, these purple flames will gather again, and I won't save you a second time."

At this moment, a calm voice sounded in Murong Jian's ear.

Murong Jian shook his whole body and immediately woke up.