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The best result

Zhou Yu, who was holding an ice spear in his hand, looked at the changes in the outside world with a look of disbelief on his face.

From fire to ice, it only takes a moment, but Zhou Yu knows how difficult it is to do this.

Or the conversion of spiritual power with conflicting attributes!

He gathered his own spiritual power, stretched out his palm and struck it on the ice wall in front of him, but the powerful ice-attribute spiritual power actually wrapped his hand.

Zhou Yu roared angrily, and the terrifying pressure was released without reservation, directly shattering the entire ice mass.

Who said he didn't have anger? This white-faced scholar brought out all his anger.

Wujizi hid aside wily. He certainly knew how difficult it was to convert spiritual power with conflicting attributes, let alone a large-scale spell that could convert ice and fire in the blink of an eye.

A terrifying thought came to his mind. Could this young cultivator really be in the Taoist realm?

But such a powerful ancestor-level figure can dominate Nanzhou with one hand. Why would he come here to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?

His purpose is

While Wu Jizi was meditating hard, Xie Lingyang in Ye Qian's mind became excited, "Boy, I bet you that this white-faced scholar is definitely a powerful man at the Dao Realm level! And he is also the kind of powerful person who has a legacy.

Role!"

"You don't have to say that! It's an afterthought!"

The cultivators present are not light-hearted. Everyone is guessing that this white-faced scholar is a powerful person at the level of Taoism.

"Hmph, you thought I was doing it as an afterthought?" Xie Lingyang shouted: "Take a look for yourself. The judge's pen on the back of that guy is actually a powerful magic weapon used by practitioners in the prehistoric era. Huh, it's useless to tell you. I'll tell you later.

You’ll know just by looking at it!”

Wujizi seemed to have thought of something, and he quickly said to Zhou Yu through voice transmission: "Brother Zhou, this person is quite accomplished in the Five Elements Magic. How about you reveal your true form and use your speed to defeat him, or

There is a win!”

Zhou Yu seemed to have other plans in mind. He was not in a hurry to reveal his true identity, but instead threw the ice spear at the white-faced scholar.

The latter tapped his toes and moved gracefully. Zhou Yu suddenly realized that he had no way to lock onto this guy's figure.

"He's a master!"

Zhou Yu, who seldom spoke, realized that he could no longer retain his strength. He bit the tip of his tongue, squirted out a mouthful of blood, and then smeared it on his eyelids.

When he opened his eyes again, the two eyeballs were already blue.

"Bing Soul Cold Light!"

Zhou Yu roared an ancient spell, and two blue lights burst out from his eyes. The two blue lights merged into one in front of Zhou Yu's eyes. They were about the thickness of a child's arm and sprayed straight towards the white-faced scholar.

Wherever the blue light passed, all the moisture in the nearby air was sucked out, and the vegetation directly below the ground turned yellow.

The white-faced scholar refused to give in. Zhou Yu laughed loudly and said: "Take advantage of my gifted light and seek death!"

"oh?"

The white-faced scholar sighed softly, stretched out his right hand, and with a snap of his fingers, the ice soul light with devastating power unexpectedly deflected and hit the ridge on the side directly.

"Rumble"

A whole hill of four to five hundred feet high was frozen into a big lump from the top to the bottom of the mountain.

After the white-faced scholar finished all this, he retracted his fingers and stood in front of Zhou Yu with his hands behind his back again.

The look in his eyes seemed to be asking Zhou Yu if there were any tricks he hadn't used yet.

Zhou Yu is a senior member of the Demon Clan. In the entire Nanzhou, he has a very fierce fate. The cultivators who died at his hands include not only 800 but also a thousand.

His character looks very gloomy, but he actually likes to fight for his life.

What's even worse is that he, a cultivator of the demon clan, has an arrogant personality.

To deal with the white-faced scholar, he had already used his natural talent, divine light, but still failed to attract the slightest attention from the other party.

This kind of situation makes him even more angry than leaving a few wounds on his body!

The two of them faced off for half a stick of incense, and no one dared to disturb them, even Wu Jizi kept his mouth shut.

He knew that this handsome little baby had completely angered Zhou Yu.

"You forced me!"

Zhou Yu suddenly said harshly, then shouted, and blue lights appeared all over his body.

Soon a five-headed snow eagle appeared in the sky, and the shocking pressure swept almost the entire trial space!

The white-faced scholar suddenly laughed. He stretched out his slender hand and touched the judge's pen behind him. A dark light flashed through, and the judge's pen suddenly elongated and turned into an eight-foot-long pen.

Spear.

This gun is completely black, except for the blood-colored rhombus-shaped gemstone embedded at the end of the gun barrel.

When the white-faced scholar held the spear with one hand, the blood-colored diamond-shaped gem trembled, and then three streaks of blood appeared.

These three streams of blood spiraled along the gun body and finally gathered at the tip of the gun.

The five-headed snow eagle looked at the spear in the white-faced scholar's hand, and for some reason, he felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

This is not a feeling of fear caused by the enemy's unknown origin or the strength he just demonstrated is too strong. For Zhou Yu, a five-headed snow eagle, what he fears is the strange spear held by the white-faced scholar.

Especially the three streams of blood wrapped around the spear looked like living creatures, making his eyes blurry for a while.

"Brother Zhou! Escape quickly!"

Wu Jizi's shouting did not wake Zhou Yu up at all. The white-faced scholar waved his hand, and the black spear in his hand came out and plunged into Zhou Yu's chest.

Only then did Zhou Yu wake up. He was half angry and half regretful. Why was he so careless and his heart was pierced by the enemy's gun?

But it doesn't matter, I still have two other hearts.

This is the tyranny of the prehistoric monster bloodline. Three hearts are enough to let him live three times!

But the next moment, Zhou Yu's eyes became blurred again.

Because the three streams of blood on the spear suddenly popped out, like three poisonous snakes, piercing into his blood vessels.

Zhou Yu could notice that his life force was rapidly passing away with the blood and essence being sucked away.

In less than half a stick of incense, Zhou Yu's five-headed snow eagle turned into a mummy and fell to the gun.

Shi Shiran, the white-faced scholar, walked over and pulled out his spear with a satisfied look in his eyes.

At this moment, five words suddenly appeared in Zhou Yu's remaining thoughts.

But he couldn't shout these five words, and only two people present knew them.

One was Xie Lingyang, who shouted loudly in Ye Qian's mind: "The Blood-Breaking Gun of All Beasts!"

All the surviving cultivators present also knew that it was Wu Jizi who shouted, "Break Blood Spear of Hundreds of Beasts!"

The white-faced scholar turned around, and with a flash of black light in his hand, the Beast Bleeding Spear returned to his back and continued to transform into a judge's pen.

He looked at Wu Jizi expressionlessly and said, "Shut up!"

Wu Jizi, a high-ranking member of the Huangji Sect, a leader in the righteous path, and a man who had a glimpse of the ninth level of the Dao Realm, actually shut his mouth firmly under the two words of a pretty boy!

Although he was extremely angry in his heart, Wu Jizi did not dare to show any of it on his face at this moment.

Ye Qian asked in his heart: "Do you know the origin of this gun?"

"A murderous weapon, a murderous weapon!" Xie Lingyang rarely put away his cynical attitude and regained the stern tone of a generation leader: "This spear belongs to a certain powerful human race who was an enemy of the monster race in the prehistoric times.

It was made by killing hundreds of demon beasts above the ninth level of the Demon Clan Peeping Realm and using their essence and blood."

"Did you notice the appearance of the five snow eagles in the later stage of the battle? He looked so stupid that he was ready to be slaughtered. It was because his ancestors had been killed by this gun in the past, so there was a kind of blood connection.

Innate fear!"

Ye Qian immediately asked: "If the ancestors were not massacred, wouldn't that be fine?"

"Have you never been killed before? When I first practiced this spear, in addition to dragons and phoenixes, which are magical beasts with great luck, I killed everything else that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and swam in the water. What do you think?

Tell me, is it a true dragon bloodline or a phoenix bloodline?"

After being teased by Xie Lingyang for a while, Ye Qian immediately retorted: "Then with this gun in hand, wouldn't the demon cultivators in the world be in bad luck?"

"That's not the case!" Xie Lingyang chuckled and said: "All things are mutually reinforcing, and there is no omnipotent killer weapon. Look at the white-faced scholar, his strength should be higher than the five snow eagles, but he has to use a hundred

The beast's blood gun killed him. One was to bully this guy because he didn't know the ancient magic weapon. The other was the beast's blood gun. Every few years, it had to be practiced with the essence blood of monsters at the ninth level or above of the Peeping Dao Realm. So,

Just keeping this gun is annoying!"

Ye Qian nodded. At this time, the white-faced scholar glanced at him, and Ye Qian actually felt like his scalp was numb.

Who would have known that underneath the innocent and romantic face of the girl in the purple skirt, she was also a murderous god.

"rumble!"

Zhou Yu's body was teleported out, and the cliff he was standing on collapsed without any warning.

Wujizi counted his fingers and his expression changed: "No, our trial space can no longer support it."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining cultivators became anxious.

"How could this happen? Didn't it stop shrinking and collapsing when the number of people decreased?"

"It's okay now, it doesn't matter whether we fight or not."

"What the hell, didn't you Wu Jizi say that fighting is okay?"

Wu Jizi glared hard at the practitioner who finally swore, and then looked at the white-faced scholar with some awe.

Of course, he couldn't say that it was the white-faced scholar's blood-draining gun that caused the entire trial space to become unbalanced.

Then isn't he an old man who eats arsenic and thinks he will live longer?

But for everyone, I still need to give an explanation.

"It's like this. According to calculations by our elders, our trial space can accommodate about ten cultivators. Therefore, the procedure of the battle is correct. It has helped everyone screen out most of the cultivators."

"It's just that there is one more person among us now. This is already a very good result."


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