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Hundreds of cyan lightsabers hit the red light curtain one after another, and there was a muffled crackling sound from the red light curtain.

When Wang Changsheng's tactic was pinched, a large number of blue light spots appeared all over his body, turning into white ice needles.

"go."

Following Wang Changsheng's order, the dense white ice needles scrambled to hit the red light curtain. After the muffled sound of the rain hitting the banana leaves, the red light curtain flashed wildly, and the light dimmed.

The five giant eagle puppets opened their mouths one after another, and each spewed out dozens of cyan lightsabers, hitting the dim red light curtain.

The red-shirted youth hurriedly injected mana into the red jade pendant, the red light flashed, and the red light curtain returned to normal.

At this moment, dense white ice needles shot out, and hundreds of cyan lightsabers fell from the sky, rushing to hit the red light curtain.

There was a muffled sound of rain hitting the fence, and the light of the red light curtain dimmed again.

Seeing this, the young man in red shirt changed his face, and he was about to inject mana into the red jade pendant. Before he could act, with a soft sound, the red light curtain shattered, and three slender blue flying needles were suspended in front of the red young man. It was less than a foot away from his eyebrows.

The red-shirted youth broke out in a cold sweat, smiled bitterly, clasped his fists and said, "I lost, Daoyou Wang is highly skilled, and I admire him."

"It's accepted, Fellow Daoist Yang."

Wang Changsheng humbly said that he could easily win, mainly because he had seen the fighting style of the red-shirted youth. The red-shirted youth had many attacking instruments and was proficient in fire spells. This is an advantage. The weakness is that the defense is not strong enough. The defensive magic weapon, Wang Changsheng broke his defense at the fastest speed, and the young man in the red shirt was naturally defeated.

Wang Changsheng put away the magic weapon and the puppet beast and walked off the ring.

In the next round of competition, Wang Ruyan came on stage, and her opponent was a short and fat young man in yellow shirt.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Ruyan sacrificed four second-order puppet beasts, two spider puppets and two giant eagle puppets.

After sacrificing the four second-order puppet beasts, she took out a short cyan ruler, shook it gently, and a thick cyan light curtain emerged, covering her whole body.

The young man in the yellow shirt took out a yellow shield, blocked in front of him, and released a yellow giant python and a red giant eagle.

What he released were second-order spirit beasts and spirit birds, but with the advantage of numbers, Wang Ruyan vaguely had the upper hand.

Wang Ruyan took out the Qinglian pipa, and the slender jade fingers quickly swept across the strings of the pipa. There was a rapid sound of the pipa, and a dozen blue wind blades swept out, hitting the opposite side.

The youth in the yellow shirt hurriedly took out two yellow flying knives, smashing the incoming blue wind blades.

The sound of the pipa became more and more rapid, and the blue wind blades flew out one after another, hitting the young man in yellow shirt continuously.

The two spider puppets each spewed out a white spider web and tied the yellow python, and they rushed towards the young man in yellow shirt.

The two giant eagle puppets each spewed dozens of cyan lightsabers, hitting the red giant eagle, spreading their wings, one hovering, and swooping down from the sky.

Faced with the attack of the four second-order puppet beasts and Wang Ruyan, the young man in yellow shirt was in a hurry and was caught by Wang Ruyan. A spider puppet spewed out a white spider web and covered it, and two giant eagle puppets flew towards it. Here, the young man in yellow shirt can only admit defeat.

The disciples of the Yang family screened out most of the contestants. After several rounds of competition, there were still fifty-three contestants. The two-to-two contestants would advance to the next round and the winner would be decided by lottery.

Wang Ruyan's luck was good, she got the only empty lottery and directly advanced to the next round.

Wang Changsheng's opponent was a beautiful girl in a blue dress with a five-story foundation.

The blue skirt girl has many butterflies embroidered on her clothes. I heard that she is a disciple of Butterfly Valley, a local sect of Yue.

At the beginning of the competition, the girl in the blue skirt released two huge colorful butterflies. Judging from their aura, they were clearly second-order spirit insects.

In addition to this, when she pinched the magic trick, a large patch of five-colored glow appeared all over her body, and after a blur, it turned into giant colorful butterflies, transformed into butterfly shadows all over the sky, and rushed towards Wang Changsheng.

Before the two second-order spirit butterflies could get close, their wings fluttered, and each released dozens of wind blades, hitting Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng sacrificed the ice dragon flag, and with a flick of it, a large white cold air surged out, turning into a white ice wall several zhang high and half a zhang thick, blocking him.

With a muffled sound, dozens of wind blades hit the white ice wall, leaving only faint white marks on it.

"Hua Jiao."

Wang Changsheng gave a soft drink, and struck a magic formula on the ice dragon flag.

The ice dragon flag suddenly brightened, and after a blur, it turned into a huge white ice dragon, with dense scales and rolling eyes.

"Roar!"

The white ice dragon roared loudly, and pounced on the opposite side with open teeth and claws.

The multicolored giant butterfly is not the opponent of the white ice dragon at all, it was torn to pieces by the white ice dragon.

The two second-order spirit butterflies released dozens of wind blades one after another, slashing at Wang Changsheng from the left and right sides.

Wang Changsheng smiled faintly, raised his hand, and the hundred-bladed umbrella flew out, spinning quickly above his head, spraying out a blue glow to cover him.

Dozens of wind blades hit the blue glow, and the blue glow didn't move.

Seeing the white ice dragon rushing towards her, the blue-skirted girl's appearance changed greatly, and she hurriedly took out a second-order fire dragon talisman, turning it into a huge red fire dragon, facing the white ice dragon.

The Scarlet Fire Flood Dragon is not an entity, it is just a spell. The White Ice Flood Dragon is an entity. Although it can only exert some of its power before birth, it is definitely not something that the Scarlet Fire Flood Dragon can resist.

Within three breaths, the red fire dragon was torn to shreds by the white ice dragon.

The girl in the blue dress hurriedly brought out five sparkling blue flying swords and slashed on the white ice dragon, leaving only faint white marks.

"Roar!"

The huge claws of the white ice dragon patted on the blue light curtain on the girl in the blue dress, and the light of the blue light curtain dimmed.

The white ice dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a white beam of light, hitting the cyan light curtain, which quickly froze.

A few faint blue lights flew in and hit the ice layer. The ice layer shattered and the cyan light curtain disappeared. The three blue flying needles stopped in front of the blue skirt girl, and she was holding one in her hand. A sparkling red bead.

Seeing the three blue flying needles, the girl in the blue skirt burst into a wry smile in her heart, sighed, and asked politely, "I lost, little sister Butterfly Valley Lan Dieyi, what do you call your fellow Daoist? Who is your teacher?"

With a pinch of her magic trick, two second-order spirit butterflies flew back.

"In Xia Wangyang, it's just a fluke."

In this battle, Wang Changsheng won the magic weapon. The ice dragon flag was refined into the soul of the second-order high-grade ice dragon. The power is not comparable to the general high-grade magic weapon. The fifth-layer foundation-building cultivator wants to make the magic weapon transform into an attack~www.novelmt.com~ is not so fast.

As soon as Wang Changsheng's tactic was pinched, the white ice dragon turned into a white command flag and flew back to his sleeve and disappeared.

He walked off the ring and watched other people fight.

The cultivation bases of other people are not much different, and the spells and instruments used are very different, which makes Wang Changsheng gain a lot of knowledge.

One of the silver-shirted youths with handsome features is eye-catching. The silver-shirted youth is only in his twenties, but he has the eighth level of foundation building. He is proficient in lightning spells and does not use magic weapons. , and easily defeated an opponent who built the sixth floor of the foundation.

"Huang Daoyou is really unlucky to meet Zhao Yunlei. Otherwise, with Huang Daoyou's ability, there is no problem in getting into the top ten."

A middle-aged man sighed, listening to his words, he seemed to know the young man in silver shirt.

"This fellow Daoist, who is this Zhao Yunlei? He is already on the seventh floor of the foundation building at a young age."

Wang Changsheng asked curiously.

"One school, two schools, three schools, you heard that Zhao Yunlei is the son of the Zhao family, Lei Linggen, he must be the first in this sword discussion conference. Whoever encounters him will be unlucky."

After this round of competitions, there are still twenty-seven people left, and they will continue to draw lots.

Wang Changsheng's opponent was a tall, thin middle-aged scholar with a five-story foundation.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Changsheng sacrificed four second-order giant eagle puppets. The four giant eagle puppets spread their wings and rushed towards the opposite side. Immediately afterwards, he sacrificed the ice dragon flag, injected his strength into it frantically, and struck a magic trick. On the ice dragon flag.