Ye Ling looked at Duanmu Xi a little aggrievedly. She really wanted to know some exclusive news from him.
Si Xueyi said: "She didn't lie to you. What she said is true, but you are just not interested. If you want to know anything next time, just ask me directly."
Ye Ling blinked and said: "I want to know what is on the top of the Black Dragon Tower? If you tell me about it, the experience of the last three levels of the Black Dragon Tower could not be better."
"There are very few things that are completely unclear about Tianshu Tower, and Xuanlong Tower is one of them. No one has figured it out for hundreds of years."
Si Xueyi was secretly shocked, but her expression was calm.
Fu Hongyao said: "The Tianshu Tower is not that good. There is a lamp on the top of the Xuanlong Tower. Brother Xueyi has taken it out several times and many people have seen it."
"Is it really a lamp?"
"It must be the lamp. How could Brother Xueyi lie to others?"
Ye Ling was a little embarrassed. Of course she knew about the lamp on the top of the tower.
But she didn't believe it at all. No one would tell the secret at the top of the tower. What they told must be false.
Only a simple person like Fu Hongyao would believe it, but she couldn't refute it, so she felt a little embarrassed.
Si Xueyi was thoughtful and knew what she was thinking, so he mused: "What Hong Yao said is true. It's not convenient now. After the championship battle, I can use this lamp to give Qilin Talented Girl a good look."
Ye Ling's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Master Xueyi is very generous, and Tianshulou will not be stingy. If you want to know any secrets, Tianshulou will tell you everything."
"OK."
Si Xueyi readily agreed.
The two of them each have what they need, and Tianshu Tower needs to be vigilant, but if the traces of the other holy fires are never found, they will definitely have to rely on the other party in the end.
Even the news about the Purple Thunder Holy Fire can be circumvented by the other party.
The two reached a consensus and continued to watch the championship battle.
As time went by, more and more people were defeated, and almost all the monks outside the Holy City were eliminated.
While a few people were chatting, the audience suddenly remembered the exclamation.
Si Xueyi and others looked up, but it was Ji Changkong who finally appeared.
This peerless evildoer who shocked the entire Holy City three years ago was challenged by name, and he took the stage without hesitation for a second.
The person he fought against was Zhao Yuanying, a ruthless man ranked close to three thousand on the Dragon Ranking.
He comes from a princely family and is quite famous in the Holy City. Many people think that no matter how they are ranked, his strength must be in the top ten.
After the two fell on the stage of life and death, they started fighting without saying a word.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged dozens of moves, and the shadows of the dragon veins behind them all reached the size of thousands of feet.
The terrifying true energy stirred in the sword, causing ripples visible to the naked eye to be born in the air.
When these ripples collide, they erupt with a shocking sound that makes people's eardrums tremble.
The audience suddenly burst into exclamations of exclamation. At this time, the battle to win the championship was indeed coming to an end.
No thousand feet
People with phantom dragon veins are not even qualified to stand on the stage of life and death.
"Ji Changkong, I will pay you back the shame of three years ago!"
Zhao Yuanying let out an angry roar, and used the earth-level martial arts killing move, and a terrifying vision erupted and enveloped Ji Changkong.
Ji Changkong snorted coldly and didn't take it seriously at all. His expression was as cold, aloof and domineering as ever.
He stood there, purple light surging around his body, and countless lightning crackling and shining brightly.
Then he clenched his five fingers tightly, and all the thunder and lightning light poured into his palm, directly blasting towards the opponent's ultimate move.
The two men's killing moves all hit each other, and then there was a loud bang. Ji Changkong stood there uninjured.
On the other hand, Zhao Yuanying took several steps back and spit out blood one after another.
Kaka!
The most surprising thing was that every time he spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood crackled and flashed with electric light.
Then there was a loud bang, and wisps of hair-sized electric light burst out from Zhao Yuanying's pores.
The latter let out a shrill scream, looked at Ji Changkong and said in disbelief: "How did you do it..."
Ji Changkong said calmly: "How can you understand my world?"
Not only Zhao Yuanying was surprised, but others were also surprised.
"How did Ji Changkong do this?"
At Si Xueyi's seat, Bai Xiaosheng frowned slightly and didn't understand.
Ye Ling looked slightly solemn and said softly: "He turned the power of thunder into silk, and pierced the opponent's body-protecting essence at the moment of the confrontation. More than three thousand rays of thunder poured into the opponent's body, and he was defeated in an instant.
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Si Xueyi said: "What about his physical body? Before the Jiuding competition, he lifted the Jiuding with the power of his physical body. He is indeed very strong, but he shouldn't be this strong."
Even Si Xueyi was a little surprised by how strong his body was despite Zhao Yuanying's killing move.
Ye Ling muttered: "You should know it later."
It seems that there must be some secrets here.
Si Xueyi heard this and asked no more questions.
After Ji Changkong won, he soon met his opponent again. This time he took out his bamboo flute and planned to use his music to challenge the opponent.
The monks in the Holy City all know that Ji Changkong is an all-rounder, but it must be said that it takes great courage to use music in this battle to win the championship.
In the end, Ji Changkong played the music on a bamboo flute, and after one song, his opponent was defeated and gave up.
A strange color flashed in Si Xueyi's eyes, but he didn't say much.
Ye Ling said: "What he played seems to be the Nine Transformations of the Divine Sky. If I remember correctly, Mr. Xueyi also played the Nine Transformations of the Divine Sky on the wall of ancient music before."
Si Xueyi nodded.
Several people were thoughtful. It seemed that Ji Changkong was really upset. He had not forgotten about the second level of assessment during the battle to win the championship.
"Ji Changkong, you really don't take my holy city monks seriously. In the battle to win the championship, you dare to face the enemy with music. I'm here to meet you."
Whoosh!
A figure in green clothes turned around and landed on the stage of life and death.
The person who came was none other than Jiang Jinyu, one of the four young masters in the Holy City, who was also the top leader of the Jiang Sheng family.
The monks inside and outside the Scarlet Blood Square instantly became excited. This was a tip-to-tip challenge.
Both Ji Changkong and Jiang Jinyu are considered to be among the top five in strength and can obtain the quota of disciples of the Holy Tradition.
Ji Changkong had no expression on his face and put the bamboo flute into his storage bag.
Jiang Jinyu sneered and said, "Weren't you crazy just now? Why are you taking back the bamboo flute now and using your Nine Transformations of the Divine Sky to fight me again?"
Ji Changkong looked cold and arrogant, and said in a cold voice: "I am crazy, not stupid, you brainless guy, you are the weakest, stupidest and ugliest among the four young masters. You are the only one among the four young masters, because your
Existence makes the other three less stupid."
"It's okay to be stupid. Being ugly without knowing it is the biggest problem. You are so stupid. If you weren't the son of a noble family, you wouldn't even be able to touch a woman's hands. It's a shame your father named you Jin Yu.
, you don’t even look in the mirror, are you worthy?”
Jiang Jinyu originally wanted to mock Ji Changkong, but after Ji Changkong spoke, his face instantly turned red, and then his temperature continued to rise.
"Shut up!"
Jiang Jinyu was furious. His figure shook, and he appeared in front of Ji Changkong like a flash of lightning, and then he killed him fiercely.
Bloody Mountains and Rivers!
This is a boxing technique recorded in the Jiang Family's Burning Heaven Book. It is extremely powerful, and the terrifying bloody flames roar ferociously, as if they are alive.
But this astonishingly powerful fist light was easily blocked by a purple dragon claw. The owner of the dragon claw was naturally Ji Changkong.
He was very relaxed and unhurried, and used the power of thunder to condense into a purple electric dragon shadow.
Zidian and Xueyan competed, each bursting out with powerful force, sending both of them flying at the same time.
"The blood moon crosses the sky!"
Jiang Jinyu's sharp edge went wild. The moment he stabilized his divine body, he rushed out. The light of his fist was like a bright moon condensed with blood flames.
"Purple Dragon Breaks the Sky!"
Facing this astonishing fist light, Ji Changkong flicked his finger while retreating, and a purple dragon was ejected by it.
Click, click, click!
The purple dragon shattered the blood moon, and the two of them didn't stop at all. They each jumped into the air and fought together like lightning.
"Blood flames burn the sky!"
"Purple Dragon Yaoshi!"
The two of them each used their unique skills. One came from the Holy Ancient Family, and the other shocked the Holy City three years ago. They were evenly matched.
On the stage of life and death, the lightning flashes and the blood flames are dazzling.
Countless afterimages are constantly changing, and the various killing moves are dazzling, leaving everyone watching in awe.
"Wrath of the Burning Sky!"
At the end of the fight, Jiang Jinyu was the first to be unable to hold on any longer and resorted to the top killing move in the Burning Sky Book.
Strictly speaking, this is a killing move that surpasses earth-level martial arts. Jiang Jinyu can only exert less than one-tenth of the power of Burning Heaven's Wrath.
But just this one-tenth of the power has already erupted into unimaginable phenomena.
The blood clouds on the stage of life and death made up, and the demonic clouds condensed by blood flames kept colliding, and the sky and the earth were pale, and the hearts of those who watched were frightened.
Boom!
The dull thunder kept coming, and Si Xueyi's expression became serious.
"Nine hundred years have passed, and I have seen the Burning Heaven's Wrath again."
Si Xueyi murmured to himself.
The wrath of Burning Sky condenses the demonic clouds with blood flames, and then the demonic clouds cover the sky. The clouds and clouds accumulate thunder power during the continuous collision, and finally bring down the blood flames and thunder disaster.
Showing the wrath of God with the power of thunder and calamity.
Jiang Jinyu was able to perform this killing move in the third level of Dragon Vein with style, and he was worthy of being one of the four young masters.
When the power of the magic cloud reached its peak, Jiang Jinyu's hands bloomed with blood light condensation marks, and then a bloody electric light fell from the magic cloud.
It is impossible to describe in words how powerful this lightning is. It is like a real thunder disaster and already has some divine power.
Venerable Xuanming, who was presiding over the battle to win the championship, frowned slightly. He was a little worried that this unique skill would be out of control and accidentally trigger the power of God to bring down an uncontrollable thunder disaster.
"That's it!"
Jiang Jinyu roared, he spread his hands and made a desperate move, pouring all his true energy into the killing move.
The terrifying thunder fell, and no one thought that Ji Changkong could block this move, not even Si Xueyi.
But something no one expected happened!
Ji Changkong looked aloof and sneered, blue flames bloomed in his eyes, and the power of the mad god exploded the next moment.
Swish, swish, swish!
The blue flames in his eyes turned crazily, turning into terrifying blood flames in the blink of an eye, and the power of the mad god surged out of thin air.
A majestic phantom of the mad god appeared behind Ji Changkong. He punched out the phantom behind him and punched out the shadow behind him with the same punch.
The two fists were superimposed together, and the phantom of the mad god scattered the demonic clouds in the sky. Ji Changkong's fist blasted out cracks with blood-colored lightning.
Then he let the bloody lightning fall and forcibly held back the remaining thunderous power.
While his long hair was dancing wildly, Ji Changkong stared in all directions with a pair of blood-stained eyes. Blood stains spilled from the corners of his mouth. He was seriously injured, but his body was able to withstand the blow after all.
Jiang Jinyu lost the blessing of the power of heaven and fell to his knees with a plop. His face was pale and extremely weak.
He looked up and saw that Ji Changkong threw his hands behind his back and ran over on the stage of life and death.
Jiang Jinyu could see what the other party was going to do at a glance, and was immediately frightened, saying: "Don't hit me in the face... No, I admit it..."
His first reaction was not to slap me in the face, but he quickly came to his senses and said he should admit defeat at this time.
But obviously, he was too late.
Ji Changkong turned around and kicked him in the face, sending him flying away.