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At this time, Zhou An also received news from Qi Fugui, saying that he wanted to teach those people in Lanzhou a lesson.

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After the second king learned that Qingzhou had won, he laughed: "I heard that the third brother's team also has monks in the god transformation stage this year. It seems that their strength cannot be underestimated."

Qi Fugui smiled and said: "That's not very good. I'm not thinking about getting a ranking. I just think it's better than last year."

The eldest prince glanced at the four kings and said: "So, it will be easy for you and the seventh brother in Lanzhou to meet each other. After all, the rankings are almost the same. It's a waste."

The Seventh King looked not too old, but he said in a serious tone: "The incarnation monk under me is the famous Lanzhou Butcher, and he is not comparable to ordinary monks."

"How about Third Brother, just ask the monks under you to surrender, and it will save you some injuries and anger."

Hearing this sound like the words of a child, Qi Fugui was itching his teeth and said calmly: "The god-transformation stage monk in our team is also not simple. I also advise you to surrender, so as not to suffer any losses and lose the final ranking. superior."

The Seventh King smiled with two rows of white teeth, full of provocation. He and the eldest prince had the same mother, so their relationship was naturally very close.

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The ban forms a canopy that completely envelops the competition area.

Cheng Jin walked up, with a large number of talismans floating around him.

Opposite was a red-haired young man with the same unruly look on his face. Their expressions were exactly the same. They were both very proud and looked down on each other. They stared at each other on the stage. Half a minute later, they heard The referee shouted: "Cheng Jin vs. Xing Wuwei, let's begin!"

Xing Wuwei is also a Nascent Soul cultivator. With a wave of one hand, a stream of fire appeared on his left hand, spinning continuously and expanding in scope.

"As expected, you are the first one to come up. My fire is not an ordinary fire, but a fire that overcomes the earth, specializing in talismans." Xing Wuwei showed a successful smile on his face.

Cheng Jin frowned and didn't say much. Instead, he activated the talisman to form an ice wall in front of him to prevent the opponent from attacking. Then he formed a formation with the talisman and unleashed the power of thunder and lightning.

This set is both offensive and defensive.

He was born in a family of immortal cultivators, so he has received strict training since he was a child, and there is no flaw in his moves.

Seeing this, Xing Wuwei felt something was wrong. He controlled the firepower to form tigers and wolves to cross the ice wall and rush toward Cheng Jin. However, it suddenly exploded, and there was an ice wall blocking Cheng Jin.

at the same time.

Thunder and lightning fell from the sky and struck Xing Wuwei with great force and panic.

Xing Weiwu had also been observing the movement of this thunder and lightning, so he ignored another ice wall. When he saw the thunder and lightning coming towards him, his luck spirit turned into an afterimage, avoided the thunder and lightning, and appeared ten feet away.

The thunder and lightning did not explode when it hit the ground, but spread like water waves and flowed quickly, arriving at Xing Wuwei's feet in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Jin imitated Xing Wuwei's previous behavior and said coldly: "This is not an ordinary thunder and lightning, but hydroelectricity. It can swim among the earth spirits. Once it is approached, it is difficult to avoid it."

"The victory has been decided!"

Sure enough, thunder and lightning immediately wrapped around Xing Wuwei's legs and spread to his whole body. His whole body was numb and his spiritual power collapsed.

Just when he was about to use his spiritual power to resist thunder and lightning with fire, a gust of wind rushed from the front, knocking him out and landing under the ring.

"Cheng Jinsheng!"

It seemed that there was some suspicion of trickery, and Cheng Jin won easily, but it still consumed a lot of spiritual power.

He ended the battle so quickly, which naturally attracted a lot of attention. With such a dazzling performance, I am afraid it will be much easier to enter the Immortal Mansion in the future.

The other party didn't give him time to breathe, and then the second person flew up. This person was tall and strong, and looked like a warrior. His energy and blood were constantly boiling, and he was holding a handle that was bigger than a human. of great axe.

"Cheng Jin versus Yu Cheng!" the referee shouted again.

The spiritual energy in the field surges again

Cheng Jin's style of play was relatively formulaic, and he also raised ice walls around him. He decided to focus on defense first. After all, he had already killed one person, so he decided to consume the opponent's spiritual power as his first goal.

Although he is arrogant, he is not stupid. He knows that the opponent should have seen his skills at this time, and it will be very difficult to win, mainly because his spiritual power has been consumed by more than half.

The water mine just cast may not seem very powerful, but it consumes a lot of spiritual power. Especially when swimming on the ground, it requires more than five times the spiritual power of the same level of Taoism to maintain it.

However, it also had a miraculous effect and killed the man easily.

Yu Cheng immediately closed the distance with Cheng Jin, ignoring the thunder and lightning gathering in the sky, and split the ice wall in front of him with a single blow of his axe. The force was so powerful that even cracks appeared on the ground.

Cheng Jin saw that the strength of this man's body was probably beyond imagination and he couldn't let him get close. He quickly stepped back and activated the talisman, and a strong wind appeared between the two of them.

Thunder and lightning also fell at the same time, but Yu Cheng's spiritual power turned into a suit of armor. With the help of his armor and body, he withstood the power of thunder and lightning, and split the strong wind with an axe. Looking around, he could not find Cheng Jin.

"underground!"

He reacted immediately, but it was too late. The hard ground suddenly became as soft as a quagmire, and his feet sank in, being dragged continuously by a pair of hands.

"The method of earth escape?" Azure Wind showed a surprised look, "This is a very clever method. I didn't expect Brother Cheng to actually hide such a skill."

Some methods are too advanced, and Yuanying can also practice them, but it will take a lot of time, so it is better to use this time to improve your own cultivation.

Therefore, Nascent Soul monks generally do not master too advanced methods.

Yu Cheng wanted to struggle, but he saw a big khaki hand stretching out from the mire and grabbing him. His whole body was dragged to the ground. Then he saw the light of lightning again, and his body was completely paralyzed, and his consciousness disappeared bit by bit. became drowsy.

Just when he thought he was about to die, he heard the referee shout: "Cheng Jinsheng!"

Cheng Jin emerged from the ground, still looking calm and calm, his face full of arrogance.

Zhou An was also a little surprised. Cheng Jin was stronger than expected, and ordinary Nascent Soul monks were definitely no match for him.

Cheng Jin saw another person coming up from the other side and felt that his spiritual energy had bottomed out. He walked straight to the audience without hesitation: "I give up!"

Upon seeing this, Azure Wind walked up to him. If the prediction was correct, this man was the monk who was proficient in the method of controlling wood. He should be more powerful than the first two. His name was Yu Bo, and he seemed to have a lot of reputation in Lanzhou.

Jin Kemu, he now has a great advantage.

"Azure Wind versus Yu Bo."

Spiritual energy surges on the field.

Azure Wind immediately struck without leaving any room, preparing to crush the opponent to death in a quick battle. Mufa himself was famous for his ability to survive, and once the battle time was stretched, it would be very detrimental to him.

The long sword in his hand flew out and transformed into a huge black sword in the sky. The black sword turned into nine and smashed towards the opponent.

But he was still a step too late. A large number of thick trees grew out of the ground, wrapping around Yu Bo and blocking the nine black swords.

These newly grown trees are incredibly hard.

Azure Wind also saw some clues and knew that if the opponent wanted to maintain these trees, they would probably consume a lot of spiritual energy. Otherwise, the hardness of the trees would never be so high, so he launched a further attack, and the black sword became smaller and flew again. came out, then transformed into a big sword in the air, turned into nine, and smashed towards the trees.

His swordsmanship is thick and heavy, but it is also dexterous and his sword speed is extremely fast.

Azure Wind is indeed much stronger than before. Just the way of swordsmanship has risen to a higher level, and is no longer so immature and rigid.

I must have gained a lot of insights while watching the competition between Zhou An and Gu Si.

The speed of the Azure Wind Flying Sword was getting faster and faster, making Yu Bo breathless, and gradually formed a violent storm of attacks.

Yu Bo also had an ugly face at this time. He realized that his strategy was completely wrong. He could only resist hard at this time. If he removed the method again, he would definitely lose due to a single oversight.

But if this continues, it seems that he will definitely lose.

He couldn't think of a way for a while, so he had no choice but to resist and turned into a living sandbag.

However, this method of controlling wood is also quite clever. Even if it is a sandbag, it is also a very hard sandbag.

Wei Lan continued to attack for more than ten minutes before breaking it, knocking the opponent out of the ring and winning.

Wang Quanwei looked extremely embarrassed. Qingzhou only used two monks to kill three of them. This was undoubtedly a slap in his face. He looked at Zhou An with anger:

"Okay, that's great. I didn't expect you Qingzhou to be more powerful than I thought, but that's all."

Seeing this, Zhou An couldn't help but frowned. Feeling Wang Quanwei's murderous look, he said coldly: "I advise you not to mess around. There are so many people here watching."

Wang Quanwei turned around and gave him a weird smile, then flew onto the ring, and the restraining curtain was slowly lowered again!

"Azure Wind vs. Wang Quanrui." The referee stroked his long beard with his hand. He looked more energetic than before. The competition was much more exciting than expected, at least it was not the kind of surrender.

Azure Wind changed his strategy this time and pulled him back as soon as he came forward. Then he used the big black sword and slashed at the monk in the god-transformation stage. The collision of spiritual energy erupted into an astonishing wave of air.

Wang Quanwei transformed his palm into a huge palm print, and knocked the black sword away. He followed up and hit the blue wind with one palm. As the ground shook, a huge palm print appeared on the ground. It was twenty or thirty meters long and more than one meter deep. , with some blood stains on the edges.

Wei Lan narrowly dodged it, but he was still injured. Half of his left arm was broken off. He was also secretly afraid in his heart. If the palm hit him just now, he would probably die without a burial place.

Zhou An saw that something was wrong. Wang Quanwei's palm just now was full of murderous intent. Although the competition for immortality was watched by monks in the integration stage, death and injury were still inevitable, and many people died every time.

Those who cultivate immortality are not immortals after all. They maintain their humanity. Since they maintain their humanity, they are not much different from ordinary people in many aspects.

Some special features are just limitations imposed by the cultivators themselves.

"Surrender! Wei Nanfeng surrenders!" Zhou An shouted.

Azure Wind seemed not to hear it. With a wave of one hand, the huge black sword turned into nine and slashed from different directions.

At this moment, his sword intention was extremely sharp, and no matter how powerful the opponent was, he would still cut with this sword.

There is a qualitative gap between the Divine Transformation Stage and Nascent Soul. Unless Wei Nanfeng's swordsmanship can reach a certain level, it will be impossible to make up for it.

Sure enough, Wang Quanwei knocked the black sword away easily with one palm, and his figure floated in the air. The invisible energy was completely locked into the south wind, and it fell down with rolling pressure.

"I surrender!" Azure Wind's voice shouted, until he was unable to dodge the blow, let alone withstand it, so he immediately shouted surrender.

Wang Quanwei's movements also stopped immediately, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool. If he attacks again at this time, it will be unjustifiable. There are monks in the fusion stage watching in the sky, and it is difficult to hide it by any means.

The referee shouted: "Wang Quan Ruisheng!

Zhou An looked at Li Luo and reminded: "Don't be brave. If it doesn't work, you can surrender directly."

He didn't say anything to death. After all, they were all cultivators, and life and death depended on fate. How could he become timid because of fear of death?

Li Luo walked up and before the referee said it should start, he lazily raised his hand and shouted: "Referee, I surrender."

It was so crisp and clean that even the referee was stunned for a moment. He had never seen a surrender shot so crisp and clean before. Generally speaking, he had to make a show of it.

The referee looked at her and said with a smile: "You don't have any psychological burden."

Li Luo said lazily: "We can't beat him anyway, so let's leave it to our team leader. I believe in him."

After all, Zhou An is the number one sword cultivator in Wu'an City. Looking at the entire Qingzhou, he is definitely ranked high. His strength is not weak, but his reputation is not great.

Wang Quanwei felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had been hit by a punch on cotton. When he saw Zhou An walking up, he taunted coldly: "I asked you to surrender before, but now you are really self-conscious. If you surrender, I will let you go." Just go ahead, otherwise I’ll have a good look at you today.”

Zhou An simply stood there like a mortal, holding a rusty sword, without much expression, just smiling and saying:

"The same words are given to you. If you apologize, I will let you live. Generally speaking, I don't want to kill anyone."

After speaking, Zhou An looked at the referee: "Can I kill someone?"

The referee glared at him and said angrily: "Of course not, but if he died from accidental injury, there is really nothing he can do."

Wang Quanwei's face turned livid: "I don't know how high the sky is, but I want to see how powerful you are!"

Zhou An pointed to his head: "Didn't you find something on your head?"

Wang Quanwei glanced up subconsciously. He thought Zhou An was fooling him, but he didn't expect that there was actually a black shadow at a very high place that he couldn't see clearly.

He couldn't help but frowned, feeling something was wrong: "What is that?"

"That's a sword." Zhou An looked at the referee again and asked, "Can we start now?"

"What's the rush!" The referee was stunned for a moment and waved his hand: "Zhou An versus Wang Quanwei, let's begin!"

Spiritual energy began to surge above him again.

Wang Quanwei's face showed a fierce look. They were both fellow monks. It would not be easy for him to kill the opponent in the ring, but he had to teach him a lesson no matter what.

As soon as he moved a huge illusory palm, before it was completely formed, he saw a black shadow flying towards him.

It was a sword shadow.

He didn't expect Zhou An to move so fast, so he had to defend with his luck spirit energy first, but then he stopped and froze on the spot, and the sword shadow in front of him disappeared.

"how……"

Before he could say anything else, with a low sword sound, a crack appeared on his forehead, rippling with sword intent.

Before he saw the sword shadow, Zhou An pierced his body with a sword, faster than he imagined and faster than he saw.

The spiritual energy that was about to emerge withered away and dissipated in the air. Everything turned into silence, including the curtain on the ring with a deep black sword mark.

Wang Quanwei fell to the ground and died almost instantly, with no possibility of survival.

The referee next to him blinked his eyes, showing a horrified look.

Before the words could even be finished, Zhou An killed the other party!

I'm afraid even the monks in the Fusion stage can't stop him at this speed. It's really too fast.

"Um?"

Sitting directly above the imperial master, Yi Yuxian also noticed the situation here, "One person died, when?"

Zhou An's sword was so subtle that he didn't even notice when Wang Quanwei died. It was like something happened as soon as he opened and closed his eyes.

Yi Yuxian came to the ring in one step, stared at Zhou An, and asked: "Why do you want to kill him? Killing is not strictly prohibited in competitions!"

Zhou An spread his hands and said helplessly: "He died without being able to catch my sword. So what can be done? I thought he was very strong."

Yi Yuxian looked at the referee next to him and asked, "He only used one sword?"

The referee didn't see it clearly. He only saw a black shadow flying past and said uncertainly: "It should be so."

Yi Yuxian looked at the corpse under his feet, and he didn't have much expression. However, he thought that the order of the Immortal Competition should not be disrupted, so he looked at Zhou An and warned:

"No more people can die under your sword, otherwise you will be considered defeated no matter what."

When Zhou An heard this, he showed a honest smile on his face, raised his hands and said: "Thank you, Imperial Master, for your understanding. The main reason is that this man is too weak. Otherwise, I would never use a sword, only my fists, and I probably wouldn't be able to kill him."

Yi Yuxian took a deep look at Zhou An, without the slightest impression. Logically speaking, a person with extraordinary swordsmanship like Zhou An should have an impression. It is impossible for him to appear out of thin air: "You can do it for yourself." .”

The people in Lanzhou were completely frightened. Their leader, a monk in the transformation stage, was killed by a sword just like this.

Many people did not react. They just looked at the corpse on the stage blankly, not understanding what happened.

The referee glanced at the body on the ground and sighed: "Why is there such a strong anger?"

"Zhou Ansheng!"

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