Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

Pang Jian, a disciple of the main courtyard, stepped out, looking at Tong Yu on the spectator stand, with a deep smile on his lips.

With a wave of his arms, he released a powerful pressure, and his cultivation level was obviously much higher than that of the three people just now.

"Pang has never kept his hand in competitions. If there is any mistake, you will be unlucky!"

Pang Jian's eyes were cold and full of fighting spirit.

"You mean, do you want to go all out?"

Jiang Tian smiled coldly and looked at each other.

"Of course, since you have stepped into this arena, you should have this preparation!"

Pang Jian grinned ferociously.

"I understand, let's do it!"

Jiang Tian nodded lightly, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

"You let me make the first move, you are so arrogant, you will regret it!"

Pang Jian snorted coldly, and his blood and spiritual power surged wildly, and seven layers of silvery sky suddenly appeared above his head.

A strange spiritual power descended from the sky, full of the chilling aura of Jin Ge killing!

"Eight-Rank Intermediate, Silver Sword Bloodline, Jiang Tian, ​​you are not wronged for your defeat!"

Pang Jian smiled proudly, waved his arms, and the seven layers of the sky trembled in unison, condensing a phantom of a lightsaber with dazzling silver light!

The huge sword body slowly turned, releasing an irresistible momentum, firmly locking Jiang Tian.

"The bloodline of the eighth-rank middle-rank silver sword is really 'slutty'!"

Looking at the silver lightsaber, Jiang Tian smiled contemptuously.

"Asshole!"

Pang Jian shot out furiously, waved his arms across the air, and the silver light giant sword slashed down like lightning.

boom!

The dazzling sword light shone in the void, and the powerful coercion enveloped Jiang Tian firmly.

"Balong Fist!"

Jiang Tian punched wildly with his right fist, and the shadow of the purple fist rushed backwards like a shooting star.

Rumble!

The fist shadow exploded, and the powerful fluctuation of spiritual power instantly swallowed the silver lightsaber.

Ka Ka Ka... Boom!

The sound of the blade breaking suddenly sounded, Pang Jian's face turned pale, and his body shook violently.

Before the silver lightsaber hit Jiang Tian, ​​it collapsed.

"It makes no sense!"

Pang Jian endured the backlash of his spiritual power, and was about to rush out with a loud shout.

"you lose!"

Jiang Tian smiled coldly, came to Pang Jian in an instant, and slammed out his right fist.

Boom!

The purple light burst, and Pang Jian vomited blood and flew back with a scream, leaving a huge pit on his chest, and he passed out on the ground.

"Damn it!"

"It's unreasonable! Jiang Tian, ​​your shot is too heavy, right?"

Among the remaining five people, two of them changed their expressions and exclaimed in unison.

"You two are so anxious, it seems that you have a good relationship with Pang Jian?"

With a sneer on his face, Jiang Tian turned to look at them.

The corners of their eyes twitched, and they subconsciously looked towards the spectator seats.

Jiang Tian didn't need to think about who they were looking at. Sure enough, when he turned around, he saw Tong Yu winking at them with a gloomy face.

Jiang Tian smiled coldly and looked away.

"You two, come together!"

"Arrogant minion!"

"Since you are brazen, then we will not be polite! Come on!"

The two dashed out, the bloodline spiritual power instantly unfolded, and the seven layers of sky above their heads were transformed together.

The sky on the left is surrounded by green smoke, exuding bursts of cold air; the sky on the right has a thick atmosphere, as thick as a hill!

"You dare to be arrogant with this kind of strength, how confident are you?"

Jiang Tian greeted him with a cold smile, the purple light all over his body rose, the opponent's coercion was temporarily blocked in mid-air, and the momentum of his fall was stopped!

"Balong Fist!"

Jiang Tian threw out both fists and sent them flying.

"puff!"

"Damn it!"

The two of them vomited blood and fell to the ground, and the blood vision dissipated, their faces were ashen, their chests collapsed, and their injuries were no less serious than Pang Jian's.

"Damn it! This country bumpkin is actually so strong?"

In the spectator seats, Tong Yu's face was extremely gloomy, and his frown seemed to wring out water.

"It's Balong Fist again, so doesn't he know other exercises?"

"There are three left...why do I feel something is wrong?"

The elders frowned, and their faces were not very good-looking.

This Jiang Tian was not as unbearable as they imagined at all. If he put aside the bad feeling in his heart, he could even say that his strength was quite good.

"Tong Yu, have you made a mistake, is this the Jiang Tian you speak of who is unlearned and incompetent?"

The corner of Tong Yu's mouth twitched: "It's not wrong, this kid is just lucky, and there are three masters behind him, I don't believe that he can't be cured!"

The elders looked at each other in blank dismay, and began not to believe Tong Yu's words so much.

They are all discerning people, and they didn't think much about being incited and bewitched by him just now, but after witnessing Jiang Tian's clean and neat methods, their minds have changed.

At this moment, the most relaxed person is Elder Bai.

Looking at the pile of bets in front of him, he knew that these old guys were doomed to be cheated.

Contemptuously glanced at the three defeated generals, Jiang Tian turned to look at the last three.

"It's your turn!"

Jiang Tian was calm and composed, exuding awe-inspiring arrogance all over his body!

"Don't be too crazy, kid, I'm not like them!"

A tall brocade-robed disciple coldly shouted.

"Jiang Tian, ​​don't think that everything will be fine if you defeat them. Let me tell you, you will definitely not be able to pass our test!"

Another yellow-faced disciple with a slightly fatter figure had a serious complexion, and there was a trace of determination in his eyes.

From these two people, Jiang Tian only felt a strong fighting spirit, but not too much hostility, obviously not the same as the first three.

"Who is strong and who is weak, we will know soon."

Jiang Tian shook his head and smiled, the coldness in his eyes lessened slightly, but his fighting spirit was always full.

"I quit!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and a woman with a cold and proud expression turned around and walked to the side, watching coldly.

"Junior Sister Ye, what are you doing, why did you give up?"

"Junior Sister Ye, isn't it easy to deal with him with your strength?"

The two masters of the main courtyard were greatly surprised, and they didn't understand why Ye Wuxue gave up this opportunity.

As the beloved disciple of Elder Leng Wuyan, there is no need to doubt her strength. Is it difficult to deal with Jiang Tian?

But how did they know what Ye Wuxue was thinking?

The humiliating and disastrous defeat of the one-year agreement seemed like yesterday, and after witnessing the fight just now, she knew that Jiang Tian hadn't tried his best.

She didn't want to have another fiasco under the watchful eyes of so many people.

Since the failure of the one-year agreement, the breath in her heart quietly dissipated. Since then, Jiang Tian in her eyes has become strange.

But Jiang Tian directly regarded her as a stranger, and even dismissed her.

Under such circumstances, how could she seek to humiliate herself again?

Ye Wuxue's face was cold, her eyes were even colder, she ignored the question of the two, as if she didn't hear it.

Jiang Tian raised his eyebrows, and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, Ye Wuxue has self-knowledge, otherwise he wouldn't mind giving her another fiasco!

Jiang Tian smiled coldly, and fixed his eyes on the two people opposite him.

"Two, let's do it!"

After eating Ye Wuxue's cold face, the two looked away in embarrassment, watching Jiang Tian's fighting spirit became stronger!