At the beginning, the Great Master asked me to compete for the Sequence Disciple

"Brother!"

Chu Luo, who was in the arena, couldn't help but feel worried as he looked at the Hundred Techniques Prime Minister.

Even he felt a palpitation in his heart!

This shows how terrifying Wang Zhan's move is...

"Yan Shaofeng, go to hell!"

Wang Zhan stood condescendingly, with a ferocious look on his face.

The man behind him, armed with hundreds of spears and wielding hundreds of techniques, suddenly suppressed him and drove away!

Boom boom boom...

Under the eyes of countless people.

I saw this statue of Baishou, with Baishou waving the giant gun in his hand instantly, rolling with a frenzy of spiritual power, and falling at Yan Shaofeng at 360 degrees without blind spots!

"snort!"

"Wang Zhan, if this is your last resort?!

Yan Shaofeng raised his head and looked at the suppressed hundreds of spears, his expression unchanged.

Instead, he sneered at Wang Zhan, as if he was contemptuous!

Yan Shaofeng's move made Wang Zhan murderous.

Wang Zhan mobilized all the power in his body and poured it into the Hundred Techniques!

boom……

at this time.

Yan Shaofeng's body trembled slightly, and a strange wave appeared on his body.

Immediately afterwards, special blood-colored runes appeared on Yan Shaofeng's body...

Behind his body, a world shrouded in blood evolved, with thousands of souls wailing, just like Abi Hell...

Chu Luo couldn't be more familiar with the strange phenomena that evolved from Yan Shaofeng...

His senior brother Yan is using the forbidden skills of their forbidden sect!

Buzz buzz...

boom……

Yan Shaofeng's eyes glowed with blood, and the quasi-sacred weapon Spirit Sword in his hand erupted into a roar!

The entire sacred weapon was instantly enveloped in a dark red light.

The whole sword is dark red and looks weird...

Moreover, an aura of destructive power filled the air from the sword...

Under the influence of this force.

Invisible spatial ripples form around the sword blade...

"Blood Hell Soul Slaughter!"

Yan Shaofeng jumped up and rushed towards the attack of this phantom with hundreds of techniques!

On the floating island arena, there are the leaders of the top forces.

As well as the ancestors of the great emperors on the floating island.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Yan Shaofeng.

Although Yan Shaofeng's sword did not have much manifestation compared to Wang Zhan's moves.

But everyone saw it.

The power of Yan Shaofeng's sword may not even be able to withstand the power of the third level of cultivation!

"not good!"

"Zhan'er, retreat quickly!"

On the floating island, Wang Aotian saw the clues and hurriedly yelled at Wang Zhan.

However, at this moment in the ring, the roar erupted from the spiritual power was not heard by Wang Zhan!

At this moment, Wang Zhan only wanted to kill Yan Shaofeng!

Buzz…

boom……

With countless people stunned.

Yan Shaofeng was seen facing the looming shadow of the giant spear coming from around him.

Throw out the sword!

A sword light filled with dark red strange power was like a bloody ocean and filled with billowing sword intent.

Suppressed from the sword, covering the world!

boom……

Under the eyes of countless people.

The hundreds of giant spears in Wang Zhanfa's hands were directly swallowed up by this huge wave of sword light!

"What?!"

"How can this be……"

Wang Zhan looked at this scene in disbelief!

It was really hard for him to accept.

His strongest attack was actually broken by Yan Shaofeng's sword!

Buzz…

At the moment when Wang Zhan was lost in thought!

Yan Shaofeng held up the bloody sword in his hand and quickly struck back at the Hundred Techniques Prime Minister with his sword vertically!

A terrifying sword light connected heaven and earth.

In an instant, the shadow of Baishumanxiang and Wang Zhan flashed past!

Wang Zhan's pupils condensed, and he froze in mid-air!

"Zhan'er!!"

On the floating island, Wang Aotian's eyes were about to burst.

Looking at Yan Shaofeng, who looked calm and lost all his power, he was filled with endless murderous intent and hatred!

He wished he could crush Yan Shaofeng to ashes on the spot!

"Well done!"

In the entire quiet scene, a familiar voice suddenly appeared.

Everyone followed the sound and found that the owner of this discordant voice was none other than Chu Luo...

Chu Luo noticed everyone's gaze.

And Wang Aotian's murderous look.

Chu Luo showed Wang Aotian a harmless smile.

This smile seemed to be gloating about others' misfortune, making everyone feel a little unworthy of a beating...

All in all, it's so mean...

Buzz…

puff……

At this moment, a sound came from the arena, once again drawing everyone's attention back to the scene...

I saw the Hundred Techniques Statue behind Wang Zhan split into two halves in an instant, turning into little bits of fire and dissipating...

Wang Zhan was even worse, with a bloody line between his eyebrows dividing his face...

Wang Zhan couldn't say a word.

Yan Shaofeng looked down at Yan Shaofeng, his face full of unwillingness, hatred and regret...

Then there was a click.

Under the horrified eyes of countless people.

Wang Zhan's body was split in two vertically and fell onto the ruins.

The internal organs were scattered all over the floor, it was horrible to see!

Wang Aotian, who was on the floating island, was trying his best to suppress the urge to take action, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably!

"well……"

The Master of Tianyu Pavilion took one look at Wang Zhan's body, shook his head helplessly, and comforted:

"Master Wang, please show your condolences..."

The Dark Crow Emperor grinned, crossed his legs, faced the Tianyu Pavilion Master, and interrupted:

"Tianyu, isn't it time for you to announce the result!"

"Why do you care about other people's business?!"

"The head of the Wang family will mourn for himself!"

"Besides, the Wang family has many family disciples, and that kid is not a big deal, right, head of the Wang family!"

The corner of Tianyu Pavilion Master's mouth twitched slightly.

He knew that Emperor Yin Ya was deliberately irritating Wang Aotian.

So he didn't interrupt, nodded and stood up, and announced to everyone:

"Yan Shaofeng, promoted!"

"Everyone, the five Tianjiaos who were promoted to the top five of this Tianjiao list are Chu Luo, Qin Susu, Ouyang Chen, Situ Kongming and Yan Shaofeng!"

"Next, the final round of ranking competition for this Tianjiao Conference will be held!"

"The top three of the Tianjiao list will be decided!"

After the voice fell, Tianyu Pavilion Master waved his hand!

A female disciple came forward holding a box.

The Tianyu Pavilion Master continued to say to the crowd:

"Five friends, come up and draw lots to decide your opponents!!"

"There are five of you. There is a red lot in the box. Those who draw the red lot can be exempted from fighting and advance directly!"

"Everyone, as the saying goes, luck is also a part of strength. It depends on which of you five little guys can draw the red lot!"

Hearing this, many warriors at the scene were all in an uproar.

The person who draws the red lot is simply so happy!

Directly advance to the end and compete for the first place!

Situ Kongming didn't care at all and was the first to draw the lot.

Ouyang Chen followed closely behind...

Chu Luo prayed secretly.

He didn't ask to draw the red lot.

But at least don't draw Yan Shaofeng and Qin Susu as opponents!

Even if Situ Kongming was drawn in advance, it would be fine!