Eternal Gate

"Go home and fix the house."

A large number of people at the inner gate came in aggressive manner, but walked in sullen manner.

That's it, you have to accompany him all the way, hehe, Linglong is a violent temper.

Before leaving, the insiders all took a look at Zhao Yun.

This look is full of profound meaning.

The person introduced by the female coach is really not an ordinary person! It was able to shake the golden body of the Buddhist family. Seeing that Prajna's injury was so heavy, it was obviously also related to Ji Hen. Even the big Buddha threw the inner door to people. How terrible it was that Prajna was not his opponent. How enchanting.

"Tianzong, there is another talent." Bai Xuanshi took a deep breath.

The other elders of the inner sect have different looks, some are amazed, some are jealous, and some have cold eyes. There are many forces in the Tianzong, not everyone likes talents, or it is because of their position. Ji Hen is a female. Shuai introduced him to a faction of female marshals, and a force with a not very friendly relationship with Chu Lan.

However, Linglong is struggling today and dare not make too much trouble.

All of them, they can provoke a female marshal, but they can't provoke Linglong. To put it bluntly, they are afraid of Hongyuan, that is the real Heavenly Martial Realm, and he does not need to know the Emperor Daxia to kill.

"It's so lively."

Looking at the departing Inner Door Elder, Wu Xuantong let out a dry cough.

Having hosted so many new sect competitions, it was this time of excitement, and even the inner door was alarmed. Then the old guy came to Xingshi to question the crime, it would be because of the exquisite pressure, otherwise, it would be really difficult to clean up.

"Next time, you can't be so presumptuous." Yunyan glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun also let out a dry cough, didn't aim, and threw it in the wrong place.

Apart from a dry cough, he glanced at Linglong with a grateful look.

Linglong only drinks tea, and the scene is also the most leisurely for her. Regardless of the surface, she is shocked in her heart. This little baby named Ji Hen is more than a monster, it is a monster against the sky!

The insider left, but the scene was silent.

Regardless of the elders or disciples, whether enchanting or useless, their eyes fell on Zhao Yun. Seeing his eyes look like monsters, the real spiritual realm defeated the prajna of the Xuanyang realm and gave the Buddha... After the fall, he threw the inner door away. How terrible the background of this product should be. The new disciple, I am afraid that no one except Chu Wushuang can take him down!

It is ridiculous that they did not know until now.

I also blame the guy for hiding too deeply.

He gave birth to a public face, and he was a true spiritual cultivation base. Anyone who looks at it will see it clearly!

By the way, there is no side to the strong.

This surprise came by surprise.

For a long time, there was no sound at the dilapidated scene, and there were different expressions, like evil disciples, each full of jealousy; like ordinary disciples, each looked like a god; like the elders, each was covering his chest, especially the one who kicked the ball. A few, distressed, I want to scream, such a talented person, I was kicked away by them; like Wei Chuan and Wei Teng, their faces are so hot, they go round and round, it turns out ...They are the clowns.

puff!

Thousands of silence was broken by the sound of vomiting blood from Prajna.

Lost, she was a complete mess.

I took out a hand of the Great Buddha, but failed to win the True Spirit Realm Jihen. Not only did it fail to take it, but even the Great Buddha was beaten and collapsed. Even she suffered a terrible backlash. The internal injury was quite serious, and the golden body of the giant Buddha was finally cast again.

In this battle, the one who lost was tragic.

There are people outside, and there are days outside the sky. Now I really understand.

She laughed a little more self-deprecating, how high her posture before the war, she was self-deprecating at this moment, only the real spiritual realm defeated her, if the two are in the same realm, wouldn't it be worse to lose.

"Where is the one who wants to change his surname?" Su Yu pulled his ears.

"Where is the one who called the table eater?" Jian Nan picked his nose.

"That's the one...want to cut the younger brother?" The two said in unison.

As soon as the words came out, Lao Xuan Shan, Chen Xuan Lao, and Man Teng became the focus of the audience. Lao Xuan Shan simply buried his head; Chen Xuan looked at the infinite sky. As for Da Man Teng, It was subconsciously covering the crotch of the pants, damn... I didn't pay attention and said something big.

"Old Ji Xuan, I will call you that way from now on."

"Come... old man Xuanshan, the table is ready for you... pure steel."

"Silly big guy, don't blame brother, brother can't bear it either."

There are talents everywhere. Someone has changed the surname to Chen Xuan; others have given a table made of pure steel to Xuanshan Old Road; there are also a group of talents who have gathered together and have been surrounded by Man Teng, all of whom have been sharpened. The polished shining tiles are bright, and the long pain is not as good as the short one.

"Ji Hen, your uncle." The three of them all exploded.

"Take care of my birds." Zhao Yun had already sat down with his old waist.

how to say? He was good at throwing people. It was the first time he had thrown a Buddha and his old waist was flashed.

Amusement returns to amusement, and Big Bi will continue.

The venue was already dilapidated, and it did not hinder the progress of the big competition. Wu Xuantong used the earthen secret technique and recast the collapsed battle platform. As for the seats for the spectators! Finding a place by himself, thinking of a way by himself, Ji Hen has already defeated Prajna, and the next big show is truly wonderful.

"Modao, Hanxue, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong's words attracted the attention of the audience to the battlefield.

No one is talking nonsense anymore. Whether it's the surname, the younger brother, the younger brother, or the table eater, they all looked at the battlefield. The spectators must have the consciousness of spectators! Other...I'll talk about it later.

boom!

The ink knife stepped out and landed with a bang, breath domineering.

The cold snow fell lightly, the whole body was beautiful and colorful, and the cold air was raging.

"Junior sister, offended."

The ink knife is not the master of the mother-in-law. With only an indifferent opening remark, he swiped the knife. The blood was magnificent, and he leaped up to three or five feet away, and lifted it over the top of his head. Ling Tian slashed, and it was still a line. The five-foot-long jet-black sword light has a terrifying lethality and is unparalleled.

Hanxue didn't dare to look down and flew behind her back.

Even she did not dare to resist the knife.

As she flew behind her back, she pinched the formula with one hand, and the battle platform was covered with ice again, and the ice blades flashed with cold light, like a rain of swords, and cut towards the ink knife.

The ink knife stopped, and the dance knife blocked it.

Tang Hao's hidden weapon, he could resist with his body protection real essence.

But Hanxue's ice blade is not a joke, it can easily break through his defense.

seal!

Hanxue screamed softly, and the seal in her hand changed again.

The same secret method was staged again, with ice freezing the sole of the ink knife, and layers of ice scum, running along the calf of the ink knife, covered with ice, and within a dozen moments, it could be frozen into an ice sculpture.

broken!

Mo Dao drank clang, shattered the ice and swept across.

This knife was overbearing enough, and a burst of air burst into flames.

Zheng!

Han Xue held the Yin Bing Sword and drew a glacier, breaking the blade.

"Sky Splitting." Mo Dao shouted violently, and the knife was another unmatched light.

"Yin and icy sky shield." Han Xuehuo fixed himself, waving a sword in one hand and pinching a tactic. In front of him, a shield was gathered, with the meaning of yin and ice overflowing, and on it was engraved with ancient symbols. Text.

lb!

The ink knife slashed and smashed the shield firmly.

He underestimated Hanxue. Although he split his shield, he was kicked back. The knife in his hand was buzzing and trembling, and his arm was numb, and his muscles and muscles were painful.

ban!

Hanxue ranted coldly and changed the Yin Jue again.

Then, there was the sound of the iron chain crashing, and there were rune ice chains made of cold ice, centered on the ink knife, rushing out of the ground from all directions, locking the hands and feet of the ink knife, not only forbidden, but also With sucking bite, only two or two seconds, the blood of the ink knife was sucked away a lot.

"Broken."

The ink knife stood on the ground, and the sword energy flew around.

His sword spirit is also domineering, and the ice chains are cut off.

Zheng!

Hanxue slayed like a ghost, Ling Tian cut down with a single sword.

Hum!

It coincided that the ink knife broke the ice seal and swiped it out.

With this blow, both of them were shaken back, and a halo spreading in all directions.

At the same moment, the two of them both settled and attacked each other, a hand-held Yinbing sword, graceful and unpredictable, each time they shot, there was a cold air raging on the battlefield, and the sound of swords. Ear-piercing; a hand-held black knife, with a domineering breath, the sword technique is powerful to destroy the dry, every knife can be called hegemony, the collision of weapons, accompanied by the clang of fire.

"it is good."

The audience applauded.

Not to mention the disciples, even the elders have shining eyes. These two juniors are unparalleled talents. Now they are full of fighting strength, and they are fighting equally. It is because of this that they have played brilliantly.

"You said...who will win." Su Yu asked while sharpening his knife.

"I'm more optimistic about sharpening the knife." Jian Nan replied, squatting there to sharpen the knife.

The two goods are also interesting. Watching the battle while sharpening the knife, taking the time... will also take a look at it. Someone wants to cut the younger brother. Look at this big guy. He can cook a dish.

"Don't make trouble." Man Teng struggled violently.

Why is it struggling violently, because I have been **** by the five flowers.

At this moment, just like a maggot...wriggling struggling on the ground? He didn't want to enter the palace.

"Which is weaker?" The elders were stroking their beards.

To be honest, I still dare not determine the situation of the battle, Mo Dao and Han Xue are indeed on the same level.

At this moment, no one dared to make a rash conclusion, like Ji Hen and Prajna, no one was optimistic about the little Wu Xiu, but the guy won, and the win was beautiful, the ghost knew whether the two had a hole card.

Speaking of Ji Hen, many people glanced at Zhao Yun.

The guy sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and watched the battle conscientiously.

On the other hand, Prajna, the state is not so good, the Buddha was collapsed and he was closing his eyes to heal his wounds, his cheeks were extremely pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding constantly. Her master tried his best to help him heal.

"Good sword technique." Zhao Yun exclaimed in his heart.

It's an ink knife, I don't know what kind of knife is inherited, it really runs across all directions.

"In your opinion, who will win." Old Chen Xuan asked.

"It's hard to tell." Zhao Yun shook his head lightly, because the two were really evenly matched.

"By the way...Are you still in custody." Zhao Yun asked with his eyes sideways.

"No more."

"Why don't you bet."

"No money."

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There are chapters to come later.

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