I saw the head of the Chu family walking slowly, with a smile on his face.
"Jue'er, looking at the way you looked just now, you must be the winner of this battle of geniuses." He laughed.
"I hope it's the same as what my father said." Chu Jue took back his sword and said calmly.
He turned around and looked at the body of the Shaonie Xuan Beast and the blood on the ground with a deep look.
Few people know that he is just trying so hard to keep his pride. It is a kind of frustration that I am not as good as others because I am a genius, and it is also a kind of sadness that I can't be as good as others.
"Let's heal our wounds first," the head of the Chu family patted Chu Jue's shoulder and said. As a father, how could he not feel the pride of his son, but what could he say?
The pride of the strong can only be maintained silently by oneself, so what can others do?
Yan family.
In the martial arts training ground, the young master of the Yan family, Yan Wu, had an upright figure. His palms were slightly curved and trembling slightly. A wisp of green mysterious power quickly condensed in his palms. Faintly, a green mysterious knife appeared.
, a sharp wave radiated from the Xuan Dao.
Before the eight people drew numbers again, the Eighth Elder said: "Hey, everyone, today's battle of geniuses ends here. We will compete again tomorrow based on the results of the draw. The results of the draw are: Zhou Xing vs. Wang Dai'er, Chu Jue vs. Gu Chong
After many years of Baima, the sect fought against Qingning. A majestic-looking father said to my son: "My son, if another Song sister invites him that time, he will agree!"
Hearing those words, the sect was even more moved, and his eyes became more hesitant as he said: "Father, those who practice martial arts should practice with fear. How can you give up knowing that there is no chance of improvement."
The head of the Chu family said with a pale face: "Has a miracle happened yet?!
Sister Song! Yunxi..." After saying that, he knelt down on the ground.
In a certain courtyard, a young man repeated an action thousands of times in order to practice a bad move.
The sect gritted its teeth and made a clicking sound.
Suddenly, the cold moon and the stars rotated rapidly, and instantly turned into countless light knives. They passed under the sect's burnt white skin, and huge blood holes suddenly appeared, and were instantly covered by the strange water around them.
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"For this Tianjiao battle, you haven't gotten the list of all the disciples participating in the battle. The battle arrangements are all decided by you, because you know that the Xuan Gong practitioners have no objections." The eighth elder glanced at the Xuan Gong practitioners.
The Tianjiao battle stage is very small. It is small enough to accommodate hundreds of people competing at the same time, but it is not crowded at all. With the order of the eighth elder, the battle of Tianjiao is about to start. Everyone watching the battle also started talking about it.
"My dear, my dear! How could the Yan family survive without him?" said the rest of the Yan family.
"By the way, he saw that the eldest son of the Zhou family is as powerful as an ordinary person of the eighth level. What's going on? He can't be that slow on a rocket."
"But father, Lieyang Sect is your parent sect...you..." the child said in a serious voice.
Yunxi City heard the sect's determination, sighed and nodded.
"What's the point of being slow and making a fuss? He thinks that the eldest princess of the Wang family is a seventeen-year-old first-class mortal, and he still allows you to live. She doesn't have Mu Tianli, she doesn't have Mu Mu!"
When the eighth elder's words fell, they immediately set off a big wave in the hearts of the crowd. If they had to admit defeat, they would die or rest. Everyone felt the slightest chill from the rules, and also felt the cruelty of this battle between geniuses.
Therefore, the battle between geniuses may be a battle of life and death for the weak!
"This old man has thanked several people on behalf of Lieyang Sect." The Eighth Elder said with an expression on his face, and announced: "The battle of geniuses, starting from the first battle, is an elimination battle. The loser advances, and the winner retreats.
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"Haha! Ning'er, if you don't have confidence, you will be bad, but you still have to make enemies!" Zhou Mei Taoist, a Taoist with an immortal style, said.
"Today's Tianjiao battle is to test the strength of your outstanding disciples in Yanwucheng. Those who perform well will not have the opportunity to enter the Ten Minor Mysterious Arts, become a disciple of the Mysterious Arts, and gain a high reputation and status. Therefore,
Xiaojia must be merciful. Defeated is the enemy and cannot admit defeat.
The battle can begin. If you are willing to admit defeat, the battle will stop until one party is completely defeated and life or death will be a matter of life." The eighth elder of the Lieyang Sect, the old head of the Wang family, said solemnly.
He knows that something can be done, but he wants to go against nature.
The head of the Yan family looked at the unbearable misery of the sect in the pool and burst into tears. But the Wu'er in his hand still stopped, not because he wanted to, but because he could.
"Father, there is no need to say too much. The power of the Wang and Zhou families has increased slightly. If you can seize the opportunity this time, how could the Yan family have a foothold in Yanwucheng before?" Song Mei interrupted her father.
However, Hanyue Xingxing continued to destroy the sect's body moment by moment. The flesh foam under my body was flying out, and even one of my arms was cut off.
"Now, all the prodigies who want to participate in the battle will go back and draw lots. Then the first number will fight against the seventh number, and the eighth number will fight against the seventh number. By analogy, if one person has someone to fight, the first number will directly get a bye. Now come down and draw the lots.
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The point is, after many years of looking at it, you are only seventeen years old. That white horse, that monster, tsk tsk tsk! There is something wrong!
As time goes by, the winners and losers of Tianjiao and those who are fighting in the audience are gradually determined.
At the foot of a certain mountain peak, an old man gave his martial arts to his apprentice.
In Songmei City, there is a battle platform for the geniuses.
At this moment, if Wu'er is removed, everyone will suffer backlash, and the sect will instantly turn into ashes.
All the geniuses went down to draw lots, and each one got his own number, which happened to be an even number.
In the center of the world-destroying star map, a huge crescent moon is shining brightly, surrounded by countless bright stars. Inside, there is a huge aperture, and the bad image includes the cold moon and stars.
"Father" Yan Wu slowly put away the Xuan Gong Dao, and the Xuan Dao in his hand immediately dissipated.
In the back mountain, there is a large pool filled with half a pool of scalding black water. There is a huge space under the pool, and a small green fire is burning fiercely. Several Yan family servants are holding black trees and joining the fire.
The four Xiaoxuan Gong all said that the Lieyang Sect would take the decision. Obviously it was a so-called issue and we all had something to fight for.
No matter how weak and proud I am, I still scream like a demon crying.
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Follow me!"
Of course, not all battle results can be predicted. In this world, apart from being vastly different, there are even fewer equal in strength, and some are not called White Horses.
"I heard from my father that if Lieyang Sect is not in danger, you will live and die with Xuan Gong. And he is still old, what will anyone do to him? On the contrary, the Xuan Gong he joined will still protect him. Do you know?"
The predictions of the crowd are also quite accurate. Those who fight against Zongmen and Chu Jue will soon admit defeat. Although face is extremely important, it is not shameful to admit defeat in our hands. If you go to fight, you will know your life or death.
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After a while, all the geniuses found their opponents, and it was time for a cup of tea.
"Okay, okay. What a Xuanli Condensing Sword." A middle-aged man with a rough face slowly walked into the martial arts training ground and said.
Everyone whispered: "It's done, it's done, your Yan family is done!"
"That's not the attraction of the battle of geniuses!" A young man lamented.
"Haha, Zhang Hong is really unlucky. He actually met many heads of the Chu family in the first battle. Although I am strong, I can only be eliminated due to hatred."
Immediately afterwards, the postures of everyone around the Destruction Pond changed frequently. At first glance, they seemed strange, but in fact, there was no trace of them, and they were rich in the secrets of the formation.
"You also have opinions." Someone from the Tiandao Sect came to agree.
"The key point is that the battle of geniuses, all sects will watch the battle! He is going to perform badly!" said an old man in Zhou Yi.
The sect followed his father to the small pond. The missing elders and guests of the Yan family stood in a circle and surrounded the small pond.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Look, Taoist Zhou Mei's disciple, Qing Ning, is not even a fourth-grade mortal. How amazing! What happened to the world?"
The Eighth Elder said: "Oops, the results of the lottery draw for the geniuses have not been announced yet, the battle is over."
Walking under the street, looking around, there are crowds of people, and the sound and movement are like a tide.
Yunxi Cheng's face was light and his eyes were red as he said, "Yunxi, to my father, his life is more important than the family's ability to gain a foothold in Yanwucheng."
"Well, master, you know, it's up to you." Duan Duan responded.
Looking at the miserable sect in the pool, everyone hurriedly put away their martial arts and felt lighter.
After rounds of small rows of sand.
Suddenly, the blood-colored slurry in the pool of destruction surged slowly and continuously towards the special body of the sect zombie. I saw that my body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the severed arm that had been cut off also grew back.
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The Tianjiao fighting man in the audience looked pale and powerful for many years, and he was obviously a white horse. People had never heard of it, and he seemed to have an extraordinary bearing. I fought against a seventy-year-old young man who was an eighth-grade mortal.
After only ten breaths, the opponent's defeat is not yet doomed. You must know that although the opponent is younger, my strength is so great that it is an eighth-level mortal. Among the young people in Yanwucheng, there are few who can be my opponent.
, and a man who has been unknown outside Songmei City for many years actually nervously beat me.
Yunxi Cheng came over, hugged Sister Song and said, "He is bad when something happens. How bad is he when something happens!"
The child nodded lightly.
In Yanwu City, instructions like that are everywhere. There are no elders telling the seniors how to fight, no elders telling the seniors how to choose Xuan Gong, and no elders telling the seniors how to protect themselves.
A frightening cold light emitted from the World-Destroying Star Chart, and then fell rapidly until it completely surrounded the sect.
In a certain cave, a middle-aged woman gave her beloved Xuan Dao to her son.
I saw all the elders of the Yan family and the guests throwing the black iron and heavenly materials and earthly treasures from the sky into the pool.
At the front, there were only eight people left in the Tianjiao battle stage.
"Damn it. Thousands of people killed Li Jin. In the first battle, I met this martial arts madman from the Yan family. It seems that I have no choice but to lose in this battle."
Time flies like water, and in a blink of an eye, there is a battle between the geniuses.
With the battle situation getting so big, everyone was talking a lot. The battle hadn't even started yet, and everyone had not decided on the outcome of the battle. After all, the crowd knew a little about the young heroes of Yanwucheng in the audience.
, including the difference in our strength.
As the formation gathered together, suddenly, a huge beam of light fell from the sky and melted away from the world-destroying stars!
The Ten Little Xuan Gongs were low and sitting in the center of the Tianjiao platform, arrogant among the heroes. The Wang Zhou family and the Chu Yan family were sitting on both sides of the Tianjiao platform, while the alliance of casual cultivators sat opposite the Ten Little Song sisters.
Of course, it is much higher at low temperatures.
At this moment, there are only seven small families. Several people in Yanwu City are cultivating crazily, and countless elders are risking their lives to help their seniors retreat.
Yanwu City, with its majestic and thick city walls carrying an extremely oppressive aura, appeared in front of everyone. Above the towering city gate, the flow of people came and went, presenting a scene that had almost never been seen in Songmei City.
Uproarious.
As the eight people stood out, the sky gradually became darker! Soon the sun would set.
"In the past, the Lieyang Sect presided over the battles of the geniuses, so it will be the same this time." Xueyin Sect Gu Yuewu also said.
There are people who can stop the world-destroying divine power. Once it is accomplished, it is accomplished. Once it is accomplished, it will die.
The young man nodded!
After a while, the sect hurriedly walked out of the World Destruction Pond, knelt in front of Yunxi City and said: "Father, you succeeded."
The sect jumped and fell into the Pond of Destruction. The scalding cold white water instantly scorched my skin and gave off a foul smell.
Song Meimei stared at the sect in the World Destruction Pond and said another word.
Yan Wu followed his father and gradually moved towards the back of the Yan family.
The instructions come in all sizes. Pedestrians discussed the matter as they walked, then retreated towards the center of Yanwu City.
"Haha, since the Lieyang Sect hasn't decided yet, let's just let them go." Bai Daoxing, a member of the Hanyue Sect, said loudly, seemingly not caring at all.
"Master, you will disappoint him in that battle between geniuses." A handsome young man in green clothes said.uuReading www.
I saw a huge star map suddenly appeared below the World Destruction Pool, that was the World Destruction Star Map.
The head of the Yan family asked seriously: "Sister Song, has he decided? No one in this big family dares to try that kind of thing. Those who retreat from the world pool will die and live a lifetime, worrying about their father..."
"Brother..." The speaker is the seventh uncle of the sect. The sect's temperament is closest to mine, and the uncle and nephew are very close to each other. I wanted to give my brother a few words at this moment, but found that I also said nothing.
The person I am in the pool is more like a zombie than a person. All the blood in my body flows out of the Pond of Destruction and merges with the red slurry in the pool.
The head of the Yan family stood up, ecstatic.
Immediately, everyone started to use martial arts.
After retreating into Yanwu City, various shops were densely packed, the crowds were bustling, and the traffic was busy. It seemed extremely quiet and prosperous. And regardless of whether they were women, men, or old, almost everyone had a weak or strong aura of mysterious power under their body.
The head of the Yan family saw that Song Mei had not yet jumped into the pool. He shouted to everyone: "Slow down."
After a while, the scorching cold white water completely melted the Heavenly Black Iron and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. At this time, the white water had not yet turned into a thick red slurry, like blood.
As Song Mei continued to operate, the sect had not stopped screaming. To put it more wrongly, the sect had not yet had the strength to scream.
There are some arrogant mysterious people who attach great importance to face, and would even admit defeat in shame. Even if they are the enemy, they will continue to fight and defend their honor, fearing life and death.
Then the remaining people drew lots to fight again. The battle ended slowly.
We are respectively: Wang Daier, the eldest princess of the Wang family, Zhou Xing, the multiple lord of the Zhou family, Chu Jue, the multiple lord of the Chu family, Qing Ning, the apprentice of Taoist Zhou Mei, and the white horse who has a Cangzhou face for many years.
A small battle is about to begin, and every tree and plant is under attack!