On the ring, Ye Xiaochuan had been trapped in the huge white ball for a while. An elder referee was about to come on stage to announce that Mo Xiaoti had won. Mo Xiaoti was also smiling and ready to accept the cheers from the Holy Cult disciples.
Fairy Yimiao felt relieved, and Yu Jizi sighed helplessly.
Everyone was sighing for Ye Xiaochuan, but only one person, the cold woman in white, seemed to have a dazzling luster in her cold eyes at this moment.
Yun Qiyou didn't believe that Ye Xiaochuan had lost so stupidly. She seemed to feel that there was a force brewing inside the ball.
At this time, no one believed that Ye Xiaochuan could break out of the restraints. Only Yun Qiyou firmly believed that Ye Xiaochuan would never lose.
As if to confirm her inner thoughts, at this moment, the world seemed to tremble.
The smile on Mo Xiaoti's face suddenly froze, and she suddenly raised her head to look at the huge ball in the sky. An incredible look flashed across her watery eyes.
"Boom!"
A loud sound came from the inside of the huge white ball, and then, cracks appeared on the surface of the huge ball with a diameter of three to four feet, and strands of blue light erupted from the cracks, sweeping across the sky in the blink of an eye.
The whole huge sphere.
There was another loud noise, and the ball shattered into countless pieces. Ye Xiaochuan was like a monster jumping out of the stone, and countless green lights around him were like giant whales sucking water, all of which were sucked into the edgeless sword in his hand.
"How can it be?"
Mo Xiaoti screamed out loud.
Ye Xiaochuan laughed loudly and said: "It's nothing more than love! Now it's my turn to perform!"
With a casual wave of his hand, hundreds of cyan qi swords appeared in front of him, shooting towards Mo Xiaoti on the ring.
"The wind is blowing!"
As he howled so loudly, a strong wind suddenly blew across the entire Broken Sky Cliff.
The Zhanchen Sword inserted in the scabbard in Yun Qiyou's hand suddenly began to tremble slightly. In order to avoid the phenomenon of the divine sword unsheathing itself half a year ago, Yun Qiyou immediately grabbed the hilt of the sword and thought to himself.
Qin entered the divine sword and calmed down the sword spirit who was starting to become irritable.
She raised her head and looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was standing in the strong wind with an arrogant look on his face. The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, revealing a smile.
She knew that Ye Xiaochuan would definitely break through the shackles of love. This feeling was like an innate connection between hearts. She liked this feeling.
Among the crowd, a woman in linen wearing a bamboo hat and veil also looked up at Ye Xiaochuan.
"It turns out that the Liuhe Mirror is also on his body. Is he the person in the verse left by Senior Evil God?"
Xuan Ying's courage was not ordinary. He was covered with a veil and a bamboo hat on his head. He didn't even change his clothes. He just stood in the demon sect's team and watched the fighting competition. There were several people around him.
The demon sect elders were also watching.
Others didn't know how Ye Xiaochuan broke the restraint, but Xuan Ying saw that it was the power of the Liuhe Mirror. The special power released by the Liuhe Mirror, which ranked first in the artifact list in the past, Xuan Ying would definitely not feel wrong about.
She suddenly felt that she had come to Duantian Cliff at the right time. She had also found the right person to seek help from Yao Xiaofu last night. The appearance of the Liuhe Mirror directly showed that her previous preparations were all right. She did not kill Ye Xiaochuan.
The thief is right too.
Liuhe Mirror, Yuyang Ruler, Blood Soul Essence...these artifacts that were related to the evil god's predecessors all appeared one after another. It seemed that after rescuing Liu Yun, he had to go to Tianchi himself. The Liuhe Mirror had already come out, which meant that time was running out.
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Ye Xiaochuan broke through the shackles of the dome, shocking the already disappointed righteous disciples. Jie Se, Baili Yuan and other friends screamed the loudest. Little stars began to appear in Yang Jiujiu's eyes, and the enthusiasm in his arms
Cai Pu flapped his wings and squeaked, but he didn't know what he was shouting.
Under the jade jade, Fairy Yimiao suddenly stood up from her chair and looked at Arena No. 9 with an incredulous look on her face.
She knew how powerful the love thread was. How could Ye Xiaochuan break the shackles of the love thread? Has he really reached the state of spiritual silence?
Yu Jizi was also surprised that Ye Xiaochuan suddenly lost his love, but at this moment, he did not reveal this unexpected emotion at all.
He said: "Love is lingering, but that's all."
Fairy Yi Miao sat down again and said calmly: "Ye Xiaochuan hasn't won yet. Just now it was just the tentacles that Qingsi Luo transformed into, and the real Qingsi Luo hasn't appeared yet!"
Yu Jizi smiled slightly. Now he no longer worries about Ye Xiaochuan's failure. Since he can break the powerful restraint just now, even if the love thread appears around the body, what's the harm?
Qiankunzi's face was gloomy and scary. After Guan Shaoqin took a secret look, he smiled knowingly with his junior sister Su Xiaoyan beside him.
The two of them can certainly understand Qiankunzi's mood at this moment. Experts like them are basically certain that Ye Xiaochuan will win this round. It is very likely that ten disciples of Cangyun Sect will advance to the second round together, but
As the largest sect of the righteous path, Xuantian Sect has actually been eliminated by two people so far.
The first one was that I got a lottery, met my senior brother in the ring, and had no choice but to give up.
The second time he met a disciple of the Demon Sect's Heavenly Demon Sect, he was beaten to the ground directly.
Even if all the disciples of the Xuantian Sect advance in the next few competitions, only eight people will advance to the second round, which is no longer as many as Cangyun Sect. At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's weird combat power makes Qiankunzi feel that there are many dangers.
It's a strange thing to be in a good mood.
Guan Shaoqin and Su Xiaoyan would be very happy as long as they could see the people of Xuantian Sect being defeated.
On the surface, the Demonic Sect is like a loose sand, but in fact, it is connected with the same spirit. The righteous sects appear to be connected with the same spirit, but in fact, they are like a loose sand on the inside, with undercurrents and intrigues.
Qiankunzi was extremely wise all his life, but he did something extremely stupid during the war between good and evil a hundred years ago. The Demonic Sect launched a large-scale attack on the nearby Piaomiao Pavilion. Yujizi actually chose to stand still and watch from the sidelines, allowing Xuantian Sect and Kaysapa Temple to
, Piaomiao Pavilion and other righteous disciples took the lead, while Xuantian Sect reaped the benefits.
The big fat fish was not caught, and it still smelled like fish. The former ally Piaomiao Pavilion broke away from the Xuantian Sect directly, and the Xuantian Sect also gained a bad reputation for not saving anyone even in the face of death.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't know what the big guys were thinking at this moment. He stood proudly in the strong wind, as if a god descended from the nine heavens, scorning all living things in the world.
He suffered a loss just now, so now he listens to the old man's words. Who is going to fight a war of attrition with you? All my advantages come from the melee acceleration of the edgeless sword, and the weird and unpredictable movement skills. Before I understand the sword's intention,
Melee combat is my greatest strength.
"Fairy Mo, today I will let you see clearly whether the magical powers passed down by my Patriarch Cangyun are more powerful than the sorcery of your Hehuan sect!"
