Chapter 915 The more you live, the more you go back
On the ground next to the competition platform, Xiumei gritted her teeth and stood up.
She covered her right shoulder, and there was a deep wound on it, dripping blood.
But at this moment, the dusty gas on her body was concentrated in the wound and forced to stop the bleeding.
Xiumei stared at Murong Jian on the martial arts stage, her eyes full of murderous 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!
Xiumei gritted her teeth and wanted to go on stage.
"The sixth game in the second round, the second small game, Murong Jian wins in the Dragon Slaying Pavilion!"
At this time, the referee's voice resounded throughout the Shenwu Platform.
According to the regulations of the Hundred Clash Competition, as long as it lands outside the competition, it can be sentenced to lose.
Although Xiumei still has enough energy, she lost the competition because it has fallen on the ground outside the competition platform.
Hearing this result, Xiumei's heart skipped a beat. She looked at the venue of Zi Yan Palace in the distance.
She knew that the palace master Ejima had arrived.
The failure caused by her carelessness... will inevitably be severely punished.
"Smack sex..."
At this time, applause was already heard in the audience.
The cruelty before embroidering plums made most of the people present feel disgusted.
Now that I see her defeat, I am naturally happy.
Murong Jian inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, turned around and stepped down, and returned to the venue of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion.
...
"This Murong Jian... is very strong." In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian's back with his eyes slightly moving.
Judging from the breath, Murong Jian has already achieved cultivation from the middle to late stages of the God Transformation Stage.
However, Xiumei's cultivation level cannot be seen.
I felt that I was in the God Transformation Stage, and I was back to the Nascent Soul Stage.
But no matter what, Xiu Mei was obviously one of the core disciples of Zi Yan Palace more than two thousand years ago.
With almost the same level of cultivation, it is extremely difficult for a contemporary young monk to defeat an old monster who had practiced more than two thousand years ago.
Especially this old monster, there are strange blessings on it.
In addition, the so-called Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique used by Murong Sword also attracted Fang Yu.
Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Dragon Sword Art... Does this sect have a grudge against dragons?
Of course, Fang Yu would not care too much about this name in a contemporary sect.
Dragons are legendary existences.
In the long history of the hot summer, I don’t know how many sects or magics related to dragons have appeared.
For example, Gu Rulong, who was from Jiangnan, practiced magic related to dragons. But in fact, he only blurred the shape of a dragon, and there were no elements related to dragons.
The reason why these sects and magic add a dragon to the name is just to appear more high-end.
"I'm going back more and more... I can't even beat a contemporary genius." Fang Yu looked at the Zi Yan Palace ahead, and a sarcastic and cold smile appeared on his face.
...
"Prince, please give me another chance..." Xiumei walked back to the venue, knelt down on one knee, and said with her head down.
Ejima stood in place, with no emotional fluctuations seen in her gray eyes.
He ignored Xiumei, but looked at Zhenyun beside him and said, "You will be there for the second game."
"I understand, the palace master." Zhenyun immediately lowered his head and replied.
Xiumei still knelt on her original position and dared not speak.
Eijima raised his head and glanced at the audience in front of him, ignoring the plum blossoms.
There were more people present than he thought.
But he knew that that man... would definitely be there today.
It is very likely that he is already among this group of people now.
"Isn't come out yet? Do you want to watch us step by step?" Jiang Dao sneered in his heart, "Okay, wait until then to kill you, so that you will become the last stepping stone for the revival of the Purple Flame Palace.
The most perfect plot."
...
The second game begins soon.
On the side of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Murong Jian is still the one who appears.
And the Zi Yan Palace has finally changed people.
Zhenyun is on stage.
The audience around him turned their attention to the clouds.
Before the first round, no one had heard of Zi Yan Palace. He only regarded it as an ordinary emerging sect.
However, after the performances in the first and second rounds of the first small game, Zi Yan Palace has successfully become the focus of the whole game.
Even the several major sects from Beidu do not have such high attention.
"Finally, the male disciple was sent... this person... didn't seem very strong."
"He has a thin figure and his temperament has been completely overwhelmed by Murong Jian."
"The Dragon Slaying 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 last game.
This is the second monster on the Tianchang List!
Sects from other regions, even if there are amazing people under their sects, they cannot meet these truly top geniuses!
Zhenyun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian in front of him, his eyes as cold as a blade and full of murderous aura.
Feeling this murderous aura, Murong Jian frowned slightly.
In the last game, he could choose to slash Xiumei's head with one sword, but he didn't do it because he didn't want to do it so well.
But Zhenyun in front of him seemed to be unhappy and even burst into more direct murderous intent.
That's the case...
Murong Jian directly pulled the sword out of the scabbard and pointed it straight at Zhenyun.
The bell to start the war has not yet sounded, but the competition platform is already tense!
"clang……"
Three seconds later, the bell rang!
"Swoosh!"
Both sides started moving at the same time!
This time, neither party introduced himself!
Murong Jian held the sword in both hands, and his body was like a ghost. He appeared beside Zhenyun and slashed out with one sword!
A slender chain appeared in Zhenyun's hand, straightened and blocked it in front of him.
"Wait!"
The chain vibrated with a sound of metal collision.
Murong Jian only felt a huge force recoiling, and the long sword suddenly lifted up, which was difficult to control for a while!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhenyun's left palm hit Murong Jian's chest!
"Sword Qi protects the body!"
With a thought of Murong Sword's magic technique, a faint shield condensed in front of him.
Zhenyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and as he moved forward with his right palm, a purple flame suddenly rose!
Purple Flame Palm!
Seeing this scene, Fang Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold in the audience.
This is the most representative technique in the Zi Yan Palace!
On the competition stage, Murong Jian felt the power of this palm, but there was no time to dodge.
The next second, Zhenyun's right palm had already hit the shield.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the sword energy condensed from the shield seemed to become a flammable object. It was actually ignited by the purple flames of Zhenyun's right palm!
"Wow!"
In an instant, the purple flames burned into large pieces and rushed towards the Murong Sword in front of them!
Murong Jian's face changed, he took a step back. He held the sword in both hands and slashed forward!
"The first move is to kill the dragon!"
"boom!"
A sword energy slashed towards the purple flame in front of him.
Murong Jian wanted to use this slash to shake off these purple flames!
The sword energy blasted out. The purple flame in front of him was indeed broken.
But in a blink of an eye, it closed again and the fire became stronger!
Murong Jian was shocked and immediately used the magic to try to distance himself from this purple flame.
But at this time, he found that something was being caught by his feet!
When he looked down, he saw two hands condensed from gray gas stretching out from the ground, holding his feet tightly, making him unable to move!
At this moment, a hot breath came towards you!
A large wave of purple fire is about to submerge him!
Murong Jian was shocked and tried his best to break free from his hands, but he couldn't do it!
He raised his sword directly and inserted his hands down!
The blade passes through the gray gas directly and stabs it on the ground, causing no damage to the hands that condense the gray gas.
But the power of these hands is real, making Murong Jian unable to move his feet!
What's going on!?
Murong Jian was completely panicked.
Facing the rushing Zi Yan, his mind was blank.
"Jian'er, please dodge it!"
"Senior Brother Murong..."
"Senior Brother..."
Behind the audience, the people from the Dragon Slaying Pavilion changed their faces and shouted in unison.
But Murong Jian had no time to take care of these voices and could not move!
Seeing that Zi Yan was about to pounce on Murong Jian.
"call……"
At the critical moment, a strong gust of wind suddenly appeared in the air.
The strong wind instantly blew away the purple flames in the sky.
Murong Jian stood there in a daze and couldn't react for a while.
"If you don't want to die, just admit defeat. Otherwise, these purple flames condensed again, and I won't save you a second time."
At this moment, a calm voice sounded in Murong Jian's ears.