The light and rain are flying, like blossoming ceiling flowers falling from the sky. As far as you can see, everything is of bright golden color, and the light curtain rising from the sky rises, dividing the vast golden battle platform into four battlefields.
Xu Yong of Gaoling faced off against Chu Xun, king of Guangling.
Li Feibai of the Great Demon Tomb faced off against Chang Jin and Xie Jianwu.
Xin Tongmei's Questions versus Shangku Temple Heng'an.
Luojiang Chen Jizi versus Baizhu.
These eight people are the last eight people in the Dragon Palace battle.
The outcome between Xu Yong and Guangling King Chu Xun has already been determined.
Although Xu Yong was born in the Xu family in Gaoling, he was a rare young figure among the twelve wealthy families. He also had double pupils, and was a born holy person with an invincible physique.
But after all, he was too young to truly control the power of Double Eyes. For example, a child holding a white blade could not make much noise against a figure like Guangling King Xu Yong.
The former prince of Chu, who had white hair on his temples and experienced a miserable experience, not only had a "bazaar" sacrificed to perfection, but when he defeated Chu Xiang, another one named "Qian" appeared beside him.
The flying sword of "Xiao Qinghe".
With the combined force of the two flying swords, no matter how Chu Xiang operated the "Aluo Sutra of Destroying Magic Power", the fighting Buddha with three faces and six arms would go crazy.
But in the end, it was all in vain.
Although those with double eyes are born divine, after Xu Yong almost killed Shen Tingyun of Nanhua Palace with his chaotic light.
At that moment, he used the power of the heavy pupil that was within the range that he could bear, but was backlashed by the heavy pupil and was almost seriously injured.
One is a peerless swordsman who holds two flying swords, and the other is a born saint who is still injured.
The outcome of the battle between Xu Yong and Guangling King Chu Xun is naturally self-evident.
The Great Demon Tomb Li Feibai and Chang Jin Xie Jianwu were of equal strength. One was born in the Twelve Great Houses, the other was born in the Holy Land of Great Chu. When fighting each other, they were only within a reasonable distance.
Between Mei Zhiwen and Heng'an, there is no doubt about the outcome.
In the eyes of everyone in the world, among Qing Li's chosen sons-in-law, the only one who can fight against Heng'an is Luo Jiang Chen Jizi.
It is not surprising that Bai Shu, as Chen Jizi's rival, has been criticized by others.
On the golden battlefield at this moment.
Chen Jizi stood with his hands behind his hands, his face was calm and there was no expression at all.
Beside him, there was a boundless Milky Way floating in the sky, which was dazzling and shining. Wisps of halo slowly spread out layer by layer, illuminating hundreds of miles with glowing light.
Its power is like mountains collapsing into the vast ocean, and the waves crash into the sky, making the golden battle platform tremble slightly.
Surrounded by Wan Shui, Chen Jizi raised his eyes slightly and stared into the distance.
At this time, fighting broke out early in the other three places.
Mei Zhiwen was forced to the ground by Heng'an's fists, and was beaten into a miserable state. He was helpless, and his defeat had become a settled matter.
Xie Jianwu and Li Feibai were fighting fiercely, and for a while, they couldn't easily tell the winner.
Although Chu Xun's "Xiao Qinghe" was fixed by the double-pupil gaze and could not move, the other "Shanghai" was swimming in the void like a startling dragon, and it was roaring like a heavy mountain overturning.
Although Xu Yong could manage to support it, it would not last long after all.
Surrounded by Wan Shui, Chen Jizi withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly. He had been waiting for Bai Shu for half a quarter of an hour.
But now, the Taoist wearing the lotus crown is still missing.
"Why aren't you here yet?"
On the throne, in a crystal palace.
Old Taoist Hanxu rubbed his hands as if he was afraid of the cold. He stared at the single Chen Jizi, his white beard curled up.
"You won't be tripped up by anything, right?" He said hesitantly.
When he saw that the noise on the altar was getting louder and louder, even Lord Zhemei, who was supervising the battle, showed doubts on his face.
In the distant sky, a dot of five-colored rainbow light rushed towards me with lightning speed. Before everyone in the Dharma Platform could see it clearly, there was a flower in front of them.
That five-color rainbow light instantly crashed into the light curtain and hovered above the golden battle platform.
After the five-colored flames dissipated, a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown and a feathered coat walked out of the void with a smile on his face, as if he had encountered something happy.
"Shen Zhenjun seems to be very happy."
Surrounded by Wan Shui, Chen Jizi raised his head and smiled at Bai Shu.
"Fortunately, on the eve of the battle, I finally developed a great magical power."
Bai Shu apologetically slapped Chen Jizi and apologized for his delay.
"With it, I still lack the confidence to face Brother Chen, but at least I feel a little more courageous."
The two looked at each other with a slight smile on their faces.
"Great supernatural power?"
Chen Jizi raised his eyebrows slightly: "If Chen Zhenjun can call this thing a great supernatural power, Chen will really have to learn a lesson from it."
"please!"
"please!"
The two were silent for a moment, and then their figures suddenly rose up at the same time!
boom!!!
The runes are densely covered, the magical power is surging, and boundless divine light bursts out.
In an instant, the two of them had a real fight.
The void erupted with a roaring sound, like the mountains and seas breaking open, the rays of light blazing, and the mist filling the air.
In the bright sea of light that filled the sky, the two of them had hit hundreds of blows in the blink of an eye. The fists and palms exchanged, and the pure physical collision caused the blood to surge and disperse unconsciously, setting off a red ocean on the golden battlefield.
"open!"
Chen Jizi made a fist seal with his hand and smashed a flying five-color peacock into pieces, shattering it into a shower of light.
But then, he was swallowed up by more five-color rainbow lights, and his figure became blurry, as if he had fallen into the mouth of an animal.
puff--
There was a loud bang.
Lingering beside Chen Jizi, the endless Milky Way rolled up and annihilated all the countless five-color lights.
The young man's face was pale, and he struck out with a palm. With the resonance of the Tao Seed in his body - Chixiaotian, with one strike, Baizhu's figure flew backwards and fell far into the sea of light.
The situation reversed instantly, and there was an uproar on the court, just when Chen Jizi was planning to pursue the victory.
Suddenly, his expression changed.
A distant sword whistle silenced the endless noise.
At the same time as the whistle of the sword sounded, the whole sky and the earth were lit up and extinguished, and the majestic sword light fluctuated, like a golden crow opening its eyes.
Next, a ray of sword light seemed to connect the sky and the earth, and with a snap of a finger, it slashed towards the stunned Chen Jizi!
"sword!"
"Flying sword!"
"Flying sword!"
On the viewing platform, there was an eerie silence for a moment, and then countless incredible shouts suddenly erupted!
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at this time.
Qingli Palace, a gorgeous palace.
Lord Qingli in a bamboo crown and green robe lowered his head and stood respectfully behind Wang Qiuyi. Next to him, the middle-aged monk wearing mango shoes looked calm.
In front of the three people was a huge water mirror, which clearly reflected everything on the golden battle stage.
"Chongtongzi is too young, this battle will be lost."
Wang Qiuyi leaned on the seat made by Shen Yu and commented lazily: "If it grows a few more years, the outcome will be hard to say."
Qing Lijun looked at him sitting on his seat, acting like a host. Although he was extremely unwilling to do so, his face showed that he dared not speak out in anger and had to make a flattering gesture.
"The Great Demon Tomb is in decline, and it seems that even the basic martial arts scriptures have been lost."
Just as Wang Qiuyi turned his eyes, he was attracted by a bright sword light in the water mirror.
"It's the flying sword again..." He raised his eyebrows with interest, but Guang Hui beside him had an moved expression.
"Why so?"
He stared at Guang Hui's slightly trembling fingertips and said in a funny way:
"Is he related to you? He can't be your son, right?"
