Fix your sister's fairy

No. 75 walked up to the young man with the sword box on his back, the two looked at each other less than five meters, and the flying swords on the level quickly flew out of dozens of swords to form a ring-like arena, each flying sword floated in the air, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the two people in the center of the field.

"There are three ways to win or lose, one side dies, one side surrenders, and one side cannot continue to fight. The man in Tsing Yi announced the rules, "You can't exit the field until the end of the fight, if you hit the edge of the field, don't think that the flying sword will get out of the way, you will be directly pierced by the flying sword and die." "

"Now, the fight begins!"

As the announcement sounded, No. 75 in the field slammed the mace into the ground, and in an instant, a narrow crack burst out of the ground and quickly extended to the young man, who would be caught in the crack and unable to move if he couldn't dodge.

Fortunately, the young man reached out and patted the sword box, a willow leaf long sword flew out of the sword box and fell into his hand, the young man held the long sword and jumped high, the tip of the long sword supported the ground, relying on the resilience of the long sword to rebound and move again, and the young man directly held the long sword and took the throat of No. 75 directly.

No. 75 suddenly pulled out a mace and blasted it at the 19-year-old, the young man in the air sensed the huge power contained in the mace, he did not hesitate to slap the sword box, and another long sword came out of the sheath and fell into his left hand, and the two long swords merged and crossed to resist No. 75's mace.

The mace hit the front with the two long swords, and the ground of Station 75 suddenly collapsed, and the cultivation of the two of them was the fifth layer of the Extraordinary Period, and the monks gathered from the north and south of the world were able to enter the top 100, all of which were the peak of the Extraordinary Period.

The cultivation of the fifth layer of the Mortal Stage erupted in full force, the stone and soil were shattered and splashed, the air was torn apart by the battle between the two, and there was a piercing thunder!

The more the young man fought, the more swords in his hand, and finally the five swords came out together! The five swords flew alternately in the hands of the young man, and faintly the young man was like a few more hands, and the five swords attacked No. 75 at the same time, and the sword light and sword shadow were dazzling.

No. 75 stomped his foot and swung the mace round at the young man's waist, and the young man's eyes sharpened with lightning speed, and he stood two swords in front of the mace, and three swords stabbed No. 75's eyes and throat.

At this time, No. 75 shouted angrily, and the spikes on the mace of Xiuwei burst out in unison! The overwhelming spikes shot at the young man, and if he was hit, the young man would definitely turn into a sieve.

The young man was frightened, and he withdrew the two long swords and danced in front of him at great speed, and the four long swords danced impenetrable to knock down all the spikes, but the mace also landed on his waist and beat him to vomit blood, but at the last moment, he also sent the only long sword into the throat of No. 75.

The battle ended, the young man was seriously wounded, and No. 75 died.

The man in Tsing Yi nodded, and casually handed the wooden sign on the corpse of No. 5 in front of the young man who was kneeling and gasping, and the long swords around the two returned to the level.

"Hiss......" The crowd was full of cool breath, not the number 100 was only the last 75 to be as strong as this, but the birdman who dared to be the first was not weak at all, this kind of fine duel made countless monks stunned, and they also had the idea of retreating.

"It's ok. Mo Yi touched his chin, he glanced at the young man who walked into the hundred people with a token in the distance to meditate and breathe, the corpse of the former No. 75 who died in the battle had been hastily disposed of, and it was impossible to return the horse leather shroud in a dead country.

"Is anyone else coming?" the man in Tsing Yi asked coldly, letting these people see the cruelty and fierceness of the battle, and naturally they could easily persuade the monks who were at least eight or ninth layers with a "give it a try" mentality.

"Me. At this time, when most people were still thinking about their own strength, an indifferent voice sounded in the crowd, and it was Fang Xia who shouted, his eyes were cold and proudly independent.

The man in Tsing Yi looked over, he met a pair of cold eyes, and he was slightly surprised that the other party was just in the vast period but gave him some considerable pressure.

"The new generation of the immortal cultivation world is really full of talents. The man in Tsing Yi sighed in his heart, but he still looked at Fang Xia indifferently and asked, "How many numbers do you want to challenge?"

Fang Xia turned his eyes to look at the Bailai people in the distance and paused slightly, "No. 52." "

The audience was in an uproar, Fang Xia directly chose to challenge the second place in the Extraordinary Period, and he was also extremely bold.

"Good. The man in Tsing Yi nodded.

Fang Xia walked forward expressionlessly, the crowd automatically made way for Fang Xia to separate, and everyone watched Fang Xia walk at the checkpoint in awe or ridicule.

"Good luck. Mo Yi shouted from behind, and Fang Xia's figure was stunned and then moved forward as usual.

Among the hundreds, a young man who looks extremely young, at first glance, he thought he was a child, and although his face was immature, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes revealed an uncomfortable gloom, although the young man was still young, but his behavior made people feel a sense of old age and irritability.

"Very daring. The young man glanced at Fang Xia gloomily and said hoarsely, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing.

The flying sword slowly surrounded the two of them in a field, Fang Xia's azure long knife was attached to his back and wrapped in white gauze, he didn't draw the knife but just looked at the young man in front of him with a blank expression.

The young man suddenly took a step back and pulled out a bell from his waist, the bell was inky black, and the surface was engraved with mysterious patterns and evil ghosts, he threw the bell into the black light of the sky, yes, it was the black light that enveloped the entire field, and in an instant the field fell into absolute darkness, not only vision, but also hearing, smell, touch, and taste were all lost.

Outside the level, Mo Yi clasped his hand and nodded, "Yes, it's a magic cultivator, and there are more magic weapons that can be put on the table." "

Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, the venue is like being shrouded in a black pot lid, and it is impossible to see anything in it, but for Mo Yi, who has the pupils of Kunpeng, this trick is like child's play.

In the middle of the field, the young man indifferently took out a blood-red small flag from the acceptance ring, he bit his finger and smeared the blood on the surface of the small flag, the small flag immediately opened a black hole without wind, and countless translucent hideous ghosts swam out and pounced on Fang Xia, who was standing in place with his eyes closed and motionless.

At the moment when the ghost came out, Fang Xia opened his eyes, and Mo Yi, who was outside the venue, sighed slightly, "The victory and defeat have been decided. "_

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