Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

They subconsciously looked at each other at a distance of more than ten feet, and the brows were all flickering, thoughtful.

But when they looked towards the arena, they all ignored the dazzling blue and red aura, and saw the real scene of the two sides fighting at a glance!

At this moment, the robes around Duanmuchen's body swelled wildly, and the fire-colored Xuanyue in the void above shook even more violently, continuously casting amazing spiritual power one after another.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful his methods are, they have absolutely no effect on Pang Ning.

The spiritual power bloomed on Pang Ning's right palm, like a world-shattering sharp blade, bursting out with a sharp edge, and split the terrifying spiritual power oncoming, causing it to slide to the left and right, but it was impossible to get close !

"Hiss! This Pang Ning is so amazing!" The corners of Xuan Peng's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression became serious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, from the thoughtful expression in his eyes, one can faintly see a trace of fear!

"Pang Ning not only has a strong cultivation base, but also has reached a very high level of control over spiritual power, otherwise it would be impossible to easily defuse Duanmuchen's attack!"

Jiang Tian took a deep breath and muttered to himself, his eyes couldn't help showing a little more solemnity.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

Before the blue and red aura had completely dissipated, Duanmuchen on the ring had already started to shout crazily.

He has already used the blood vision, but he still can't suppress the opponent. What does this mean?

This undoubtedly shows that the strength of the opponent is definitely better than him.

Intense uneasiness quickly pervaded, Duanmuchen's mouth twitched and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

The right hand is still urging spiritual power to attack the opponent, while the left hand is raised suddenly, a cold light flashes in the eyes, and the index finger is pointed towards the brow suddenly!

"Want to beat me, Duanmuchen, dream!"

"You don't want to kill me, but you can't afford to lose because of a competition?"

Pang Ning snorted coldly, with a hint of anger in his deep voice.

With a flick of the right palm, Duan Muchen's left hand was directly slid down, and a palm was cut on his chest, a blue light bloomed between the five fingers, followed by a dull roar!

Boom!

"Oh no!"

Amidst the dull roar, Duanmuchen's expression changed drastically, he flew upside down with an exclamation, and fell heavily out of the ring.

rumble!

With a wave of his right palm, Pang Ning instantly smoothed out the remaining spiritual power above the ring. He lowered his head and looked down at Duanmuchen below, with anger flashing in his eyes.

At that moment just now, Duanmuchen wanted to use the Essence and Blood Secret Art to forcibly turn the situation around.

And once it succeeds, Pang Ning will pay a heavy price even if he can win, and the final result is likely to be a lose-lose.

Because of this, he decisively sent it flying and ended the competition ahead of schedule, otherwise he wouldn't mind stalemate with the opponent for a while.

"Pang Ning wins, Duanmuchen is eliminated!"

The elders of the Zongmen loudly announced the result of the competition. When they looked at Pang Ning, a complex look flashed in their eyes, but when they looked at Duanmu Chen, their face sank and they frowned slightly.

"Duanmuchen, you are too irrational! It's just a competition in the arena, and you want to use the Essence and Blood Secret Technique, don't you think it's a little too much?"

"Elder, I... I haven't lost yet! If I were to perform the Essence and Blood Secret Technique, he, Pang Ning, would definitely lose!" Duanmuchen's face turned red and white alternately, he gritted his teeth angrily and refused to admit defeat.

The elder of the Zongmen shook his head and sighed, and said with a sneer: "Come on, you can't even perform the Secret Art of Essence and Blood in front of him, so what's the use of talking about it?"

"You... Poof!" These words directly hit his vital point, Duanmu Chen felt a tightness in his chest, his face flushed red and spit out a mouthful of blood again, his face became extremely pale.

But no matter what, he was indeed eliminated, even if he was unwilling, it was useless.

But at this moment, Pang Ning no longer paid attention to him, and walked off the ring silently.

"Arrogance, self-righteousness!" Jiang Tian shook his head and sneered, eyes full of disdain.

"Huh?" Duanmuchen turned his head to look at him when he heard the words, his eyes instantly became extremely cold!

Thinking of the bold words just now, his face became hot. In just a short moment, he and his cousin Ouyang Ming lost successively, and his face was really dull.

And this outsider of Chongyang Realm dared to add fuel to the flames and laugh at him, it's simply unreasonable!

"Jiang Tian! Are you talking about me? Do you dare to say it again?"

Duanmuchen gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, his face extremely gloomy.

Jiang Tian raised his eyebrows, speechless.

All defeats are defeated, can't you just say a few words?

"What can I say again, you and Pang Ning are strong and who is weak, do you have no idea?" Jiang Tian shook his head and sneered, with a look of disdain.

Duanmuchen was completely furious, his face was livid, he raised his hand and took a few pills, and strode towards Jiang Tian.

"Presumptuous! How dare a mere outsider dare to run rampant in front of me? Kid, even if I'm injured, I can still beat you to the ground!"

boom!

Before the words fell, a dull roar suddenly sounded. Duanmuchen forcibly refined the elixir and at the same time stimulated the spiritual power of the blood in an attempt to frighten Jiang Tian.

"Hmph! A guy who has been eliminated, what qualifications does he have to challenge me?"

Jiang Tian shook his head and sneered, disapproving.

"You... what did you say?" Duanmuchen roared furiously, and was about to walk towards Jiang Tian, ​​waving his fists.

"Enough!" The elder of the sect's complexion darkened, and immediately stopped him.

"Duanmuchen, you have already been eliminated, and you are not qualified to challenge others. If you force your hand, it will be an unprovoked private fight, and you will be dealt with according to the sect's rules!"

"Damn it!" Duanmuchen stopped abruptly, gritted his teeth and cursed secretly, his face was ashen.

Facing the warning from the elders of the Zongmen, he did not dare to do it again, otherwise he would teach Jiang Tian a small matter, and if he angered the senior Zongmen, the loss would not be worth the loss.

"Hmph! I'll settle the score with you after the martial arts meeting!" Duanmuchen withdrew his spiritual power unwillingly, pointing at Jiang Tian and said coldly.

"Hehe, it's easy to say, when I am promoted to the inner sect, I will wait for your challenge at any time." Jiang Tian shook his head and smiled, and said lightly.

But at this time, several inner disciples were afraid that Duanmuchen would lose his mind, and quickly stepped forward to pull him away, otherwise, seeing his angry appearance, they would inevitably have to entangle with Jiang Tian.

"It's really speechless! This person bites anyone he sees, and a mad dog is nothing more than that!"

Looking at Duanmuchen who was dragged away by everyone, Jiang Tian shook his head and sighed, ignoring him.

Rumble!

After a messy roar, this round of competition was declared over.

The next round of lottery began immediately, and more than forty disciples were divided into more than twenty pairs, and they went to the stage to fight without stopping.

"Everyone is on stage!"

The elders of the Zongmen stopped calling their numbers and directly instructed everyone to come out together.

Everyone boarded the corresponding arena according to the lottery number without hesitation, and the situation of the fight was clear at a glance!

At this stage of the martial arts meeting, everyone's strength is quite close, and everyone's consumption is not small, and there is not much nonsense between each other.

Following the elder's order, everyone immediately started fighting!

Chu Yun's opponent was an inner sect disciple who was also wearing a white robe. From the perspective of cultivation and aura, the two sides seemed to be almost the same, but Chu Yun's performance was obviously much calmer than the opponent. But the white-robed male disciple looked slightly flustered, and the fact that Fang made a move revealed his falsehood!