Chapter 915 The more you live, the more you go back
On the ground next to the competition stage, Xiu Mei gritted her teeth and stood up.
She was holding her right shoulder, which had a deep wound and was bleeding.
But at this moment, the gray energy on her body was concentrated on the wound, forcibly stopping the bleeding.
Xiu Mei stared at Murong Jian on the competition stage. Her eyes were full of killing intent.
I have to say that she was careless just now.
But she can still fight!
With her strength, she will definitely be able to kill Murong Jian!
Xiu Mei gritted her teeth and still wanted to go on stage.
"The sixth game of the second round, the second small game, Murong Sword of Dragon-Zhan Pavilion wins!"
At this time, the referee's voice resounded throughout the Shenwu Arena.
According to the regulations of the Hundred Sects Competition, as long as you land outside the competition stage, you will be declared a loser.
Although Xiu Mei still had some strength left, she had already landed on the ground outside the competition stage, so the competition was considered a loss.
Hearing this result, Xiu Mei's heart skipped a beat. She looked towards the distance, to the venue of Ziyan Palace.
She knew that the palace owner Jiang Dao had already arrived.
The failure caused by her carelessness... will definitely be severely punished.
"Pa bang bang..."
At this time, applause broke out from the audience.
Xiu Mei's previous cruelty disgusted most of the people present.
Now that I see her defeated, I am naturally happy.
Murong Jian put the long sword back into the scabbard, turned around, stepped off the stage, and returned to the venue of Zhanlong Pavilion.
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"This Murong Jian... is pretty good." In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian's back, his eyes moving slightly.
Judging from the aura, Murong Jian has reached the middle to late stages of transformation into gods.
But on Xiu Mei's side, the level of cultivation is incomprehensible.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the transformation stage, and sometimes I'm back to the Nascent Soul stage.
But no matter what, Xiu Mei was obviously one of the core disciples of Ziyan Palace more than two thousand years ago.
At almost the same level of cultivation, it would be extremely difficult for a contemporary young monk to defeat an old monster who had practiced cultivation more than two thousand years ago.
Especially this old monster has strange blessings on him.
In addition, Fang Yu was also very interested in the so-called dragon-slaying sword technique performed by Murong Jian.
Dragon-Slaying Pavilion, Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique...Does this sect have a grudge against the dragon?
Of course, for a contemporary sect, Fang Yu would not care too much about this name.
Dragons are legendary existences.
In the long history of Yanxia, there have been countless sects or spells related to dragons.
For example, Gu Rulong in Jiangnan originally practiced dragon-related spells. But in fact, it only transformed into a dragon shape, and other than that there were no dragon-related elements.
The reason why these sects and spells have a dragon in their names is just to appear more high-end.
"The more I live, the more I go back... I can't even defeat a contemporary genius." Fang Yu looked at the people in Ziyan Palace in front of him, with a sarcastic and cold smile on his face.
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"Palace Master, please give me another chance..." Xiu Mei walked back to the venue, knelt down on one knee, lowered her head and said.
Jiang Dao stood there, with no emotion visible in his gray eyes.
He ignored Xiu Mei, but looked at Zhen Yun aside and said, "For the second game, you come on."
"Understood, Palace Master." Zhenyun immediately lowered his head and replied.
Xiu Mei was still kneeling on the spot, not daring to speak.
Jiang Dao raised his head and glanced at the auditorium in front of him, ignoring Xiu Mei.
There were more people present than he expected.
But he knew that that man... would definitely be there today.
Most likely, you are already among this group of people now.
"Still not coming out yet? Do you want to watch us reach the top step by step?" Jiang Dao sneered in his heart, "That's fine, I'll wait until then to kill you and make you the last stepping stone for the revival of Purple Flame Palace. This is
The most perfect plot."
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The second game will start soon.
On the Dragon Slaying Pavilion's side, Murong Jian is still on the stage.
As for Ziyan Palace, there is finally a new person.
Zhenyun came on stage.
The audience around him all turned their attention to Zhenyun.
Before the first round, no one had heard of Ziyan Palace. They only regarded it as an ordinary emerging sect.
But after the performance in the first round and the first small game of the second round, Ziyan Palace has successfully become the focus of the audience.
Even the major sects from Beidu do not have such a high level of attention.
"We finally sent out a male disciple... This guy doesn't look... like he's very strong."
"My stature is thin, and my temperament is completely surpassed by Murong Jian's."
"Dragon Slayer Pavilion should win two games in a row and enter the top twenty-five."
Most of the audience were shocked by Murong Jian's performance in the last scene.
This is the second evildoer on the Heavenly List!
Sects from other regions, even if their disciples have amazing people, cannot compete with these truly top geniuses!
Zhenyun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian in front of him, his eyes as cold as blades and full of murderous intent.
Feeling this murderous aura, Murong Jian frowned slightly.
In the last scene, he could choose to strike Xiu Mei on the head with his sword, but he didn't do it because he didn't want to do it so cruelly.
But Zhenyun in front of him didn't seem to appreciate it, and even erupted with more direct murderous intent.
In this case...
Murong Jian directly took out the long sword from its scabbard and pointed it directly at Zhenyun.
The bell has not yet sounded, but tensions are already rising on the competition stage!
"clang……"
After three seconds, the bell rang!
"Whoosh!"
Both sides started moving at the same time!
This time, neither party introduced themselves!
Murong Jian held the sword in both hands, and looked like a ghost. He appeared next to Zhen Yun and slashed out with one sword!
A long and slender chain appeared in Zhenyun's hand. After straightening it, he held it in front of him.
"Pfft!"
There was a sound of metal colliding, and the chain vibrated.
Murong Jian only felt a huge force coming back from him, and the sword suddenly lifted upwards, making it difficult to control it for a moment!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhenyun struck Murong Jian on the chest with his left palm!
"Sword energy protects the body!"
With a thought of Murong's sword technique, a faint protective shield formed in front of him.
Zhenyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and as he moved his right palm 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.
The next second, Zhenyun's right palm had already hit the protective shield.
"boom!"
There was an explosion, and the sword energy condensed in the shield seemed to become flammable. It was actually ignited by the purple flame in Zhenyun's right palm!
"Wow!"
In an instant, the purple flame burned into a large piece and rushed towards Murong Jian in front!
Murong Jian's expression changed and he took a step back. Holding the sword in both hands, he slashed forward!
"The first move, kill the dragon!"
"boom!"
A ray of sword energy slashed towards the purple flame in front.
Murong Jian wanted to use this slash to disperse these purple flames!
The sword energy blasted out. A hole was indeed opened in the purple flame in front.
But in an instant, it closed again, and the fire was stronger!
Murong Jian's heart was shaken, and he immediately started using his spells, trying to distance himself from the purple flames.
But at this time, he found that his feet were caught by something!
When he looked down, he saw two hands made of condensed gray gas, stretching out from the ground and grabbing his feet tightly, making him unable to move!
At this moment, the hot breath rushes towards you!
A large wave of purple fire was about to drown him!
Murong Jian was horrified and tried his best to free his hands from under his feet, but he couldn't!
He directly raised the sword and thrust it into his lowered hands!
The sword blade passed directly through the gray air and stabbed on the ground, without causing any damage to the hand where the gray air 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 was completely panicked.
Facing the rushing purple flames, his mind went blank.
"Jian'er, get out of the way!"
"Senior Brother Murong..."
"Senior brother..."
Under the stage, everyone in Zhanlong Pavilion changed their expressions and shouted in unison.
But Murong Jian had no time to pay attention to these sounds, and he couldn't move!
Seeing that Zi Yan was about to pounce on Murong Jian.
"call……"
At the critical moment, a strong wind suddenly appeared in the sky.
The strong wind instantly blew away the purple flames all over the sky.
Murong Jian was stunned on the spot, unable to react for a moment.
"If you don't want to die, just admit defeat. Otherwise, if these purple flames condense again, I won't save you a second time."
At this moment, a calm and calm voice sounded in Murong Jian's ear.