In the high sky of Feixian Palace, the old saint gradually became unable to bear it any longer.
But after all, he is a veteran of the Sanctuary. Even if there are five people on the opponent's side, he is not unable to resist.
"Old Man Cheng, you brought this upon yourself! Kill with the Ancient Demon Sword!"
At this time, perhaps the five people from the Luo Yun Sect no longer wanted to waste time.
One of them suddenly jumped into the void. At this time, the long sword in his hand buzzed and began to emit a bloody smell.
"This! Na Luo Laosan actually activated his special move! He is really going to kill Cheng Laosheng!"
Everyone at the selection site was not shocked.
You know, Luo Laosan's Ancient Demonic Sword has killed many strong men.
"That's enough."
Just when the prehistoric demon sword exuded its ultimate power, Qingyang arrived in the form of a cold python!
"Ah! That's it! Master Han Python! The saint of Feixian Palace has taken action!"
At this time, Qingyang's appearance undoubtedly pushed everything to a certain point. Feixiandian's action means that this matter is no longer Feixiandian's cowardly exit.
At this time, at the selection site, Heishui glanced at Qingyang in the sky with some fear, and then silently prayed for the Luo Yun sect: "Don't die. It's so pitiful."
However, Heishui's current mission is not to watch the battle, as Zhao Wuchen is hiding in the darkness behind him.
He had heard Han Mang say that these three young men were all perverts, so after Heishui learned Qingyang's clever tricks, he did not dare to underestimate Zhao Wuchen and Qian Mingyao.
Heishui no longer focused on the sky, but said seriously to the people at the selection site: "Now, the selection begins! There are four hundred arenas, and those who win three games in a row can advance to the next round."
For this selection, because Feixian Palace was already short of manpower, Han Mang specially went to Hongyang City Lord’s private army to find someone to serve as the referee.
And winning streak selection is not the only one.
The person who loses the game this time will be observed by Zhao Wuchen in the dark. If he has a particularly good constitution for cultivating immortals, Qian Mingyao will take him back to the Feixian Sect for training.
"What?"
Everyone originally thought that there was no need to talk about the Feixian Palace selection, but at this time, Blackwater unexpectedly announced that the selection would continue as if nothing had happened!
At this critical moment of life and death for the sect, continue the selection as if nothing has happened?
"Is this saint from Feixian Palace crazy?"
"Forget it, since they are confident, what should we be afraid of?"
Just like that, the selection continued in an orderly manner!
At this time, in the sky above Feixian Palace, Qingyang caught Na Luo Laosan's Ancient Demonic Sword with one hand!
This scene was like a bolt from the blue in the eyes of the Luo Yun sect.
You must know that Luo Laosan's ancient magic sword is a sure-kill move. Ever since Luo Laosan learned it, he has never failed.
"You're so talented, but you still dare to do all the tricks in front of me. Mountain and Sea Dragon Roar Fist, damn it!"
There was no fluctuation in Qingyang's expression, but his fists were clenched tightly. After feeling Luo Laosan's holy power, he adjusted his own energy level and punched him directly.
This punch was obviously a wave of energy from the early stage of the Holy Realm, but it had a stronger power than the Prehistoric Demon Sword, and it penetrated Luo Laosan's body with one punch!
A generation of strong men from the Holy Realm died on the spot in such an understatement!
"The third child!"
"This is impossible!"
The remaining four members of the Luo Yun sect never expected that one of them would die before the plunder they thought they would win had even begun!
"Sage Chenglao, please step aside. I will do the rest!"
Qingyang had a nonchalant smile on his face. In the eyes of the four Luo Yun sect, this was simply a magic sound!
The old saint was also stunned. He had no idea that Qingyang would kill Luo Laosan so easily.
At this moment, the old saint no longer stayed too much, because he knew that he might not be able to stop at this stop easily.
Because the five people of the Luo Yun sect have always been together as five people since they broke out, it can be said that they are brothers and sisters. Today, one person died, and I am afraid they will continue to die.
But for Qingyang, this is also a battle of extraordinary significance.
Although I had fought against the cold python before, I didn't experience much of the sacred power of the martial arts world that time.
As for this battle, although I directly skipped experiencing the fourth level of Yuan Power to the seventh level of Yuan Power.
But experiencing the power of the sanctuary in advance doesn't make much difference to Qingyang, except that the enhanced power is different.
"Asshole! You will definitely die today! Heaven and earth will be imprisoned!"
Boss Naluo stared at Qingyang, he had completely exploded, jumped directly in front of Qingyang, and used a powerful and fatal martial skill with his backhand.
This martial skill is the famous martial skill of Boss Luo. Although it is only at the highest level of Xuan level, as a strong man in the holy realm, his performance is no worse than that of the ancient demon sword.
As soon as this martial skill came out, Qingyang clearly felt an inexplicable force desperately squeezing the space around him and squeezing his own strength to the maximum extent.
At this time, the other three people were not idle, but they all used their strongest martial arts, trying to kill him with one blow!
"You can still hold on to such martial arts, and you don't take me seriously at all. Damn it!"
Qingyang did not retreat but advanced, so he naturally learned the martial arts created by Zhao Wuchen.
Facing the enemy's four deadly martial arts, Qingyang's simulated sacred energy immediately turned into a tiny bead and condensed on his middle finger.
At this moment, the squeeze of space reached its extreme, and the explosion of Yuanli was imminent!
Many of the selectors off the field were actually attracted by this unprecedented battle in the sanctuary.
Just when the four martial arts turned into four kinds of rays of light and came in front of Qingyang, Qingyang pointed his finger in the air, and the explosion of Yuanli was like the resurrection and eruption of an extinct volcano, brilliant!
"Ah!!!!!! I'm not willing to give in!"
"Brother!"
The explosion of Yuanli turned into a peerless white light that changed the color of the sky.
This white light obscured everyone's sight, and only Zhao Wuchen and Qian Mingyao could see directly.
When the white light dissipated, Boss Naluo's body had been burned into a black ball by the power of the Qianyi Finger, and he was completely dead!
Boss Luo's body fell from a high altitude and hit a young man who was competing.
The corpse of this strong man from the Saint Realm was smashed into powder! A generation of strong men from the mid-Sacred Realm came to an end.
As for the other three members of the Luo Yun sect, Luo Laosi and Luo Laowu only suffered minor injuries. Luo Laoer's chest had been pierced, and the wound was also scorched black. He should be dead soon.
die.
This is not because Luo Laosi and Luo Laowu are strong, but because Luo Laoda and Luo Laoer have withstood the full power of the Thousand One Fingers!
At this moment, Qingyang is no longer a sweet bun in the eyes of the remaining saint, but a deadly god of death! It is a lifelong nightmare!
Qingyang looked at the remaining people with cold eyes, suddenly came in front of them, and then threw the dying Luo Laoer to an unknown distance, where he probably wouldn't survive.
Then Qingyang flew into the inner hall of Feixian Palace with a person in one hand.
Qingyang threw the two people who were still in shock to the ground, then slowly changed back to his own appearance and said: "Either surrender or die."