I scan all things and recruit three thousand disciples from the Great Emperor!

Cold

! A cold that seeped into the cracks of the bones!

Sun and Liu and the disciples who were watching.

Isn't

Li Xuan already a wasted person

? Why can he still burst out with such a powerful momentum?

Senior Brother Sun was the first to come back to his senses, and said with a mocking face: "Don't be afraid, he's messing around..."

The

spirit sword in his hand slashed neatly through Senior Brother Sun's neck.

Gollum -

Senior Brother Sun's head slid to the ground!

Li Xuan's speed was so fast that there was a mocking expression on his face.

"Ahh

It turned out to be Senior Brother Sun's head rolled to the feet of Senior Brother Liu, who was stunned, and screamed in fright.

Looking at the dead human head on the ground, Senior Brother Liu trembled and pointed at Li Xuan and said, "You, you dare to kill someone?"

There was only one master of his, and that was Lin Fan

!!Li Xuan didn't bother to respond, and raised his hand to be a sword!

In Senior Brother Liu's frightened gaze, it directly pierced his heart!

The disciples who were watching all came back to their senses in an instant.

Run

! Flee! The

onlookers watched Li Xuan kill the two of them with high cultivation cleanly, and they couldn't feel the slightest sense of resistance in their hearts!

Looking at the disciples who fled in all directions like frightened birds, Li Xuan sneered, and his body quickly pursued like an arrow from a string.

One

!two

!three!!...

In a moment's moment, the corpses and stumps lying on the ground at the mountain gate of the Longquan Sect were on the ground!

Before everyone died, their faces were filled with indescribable fear and confusion.

Li Xuan, a waste, has been decadent for so many years, why has he suddenly become so powerful now?!

However, they are destined to not get an answer.

After all, people die like lights going out

!!Tick!Tick!Tick!

Li Xuan's

face was grim, and he walked towards the top of Longquan Peak with a long sword that was constantly dripping

blood......

Longquan Peak, Zongmen Square.

The square was crowded with people, and the drums were noisy

! In the center, there were more than a dozen rings, large and small, and there were fierce battles on the stage, and there were a large number of onlookers on both sides

of the ring, and it was roughly seen that there were thousands of people! A high platform was also built in the east direction of the square, and there were high-level members of the sect who had a deep atmosphere.

The three people sitting at the front were Long Yuanliang

, the sect leader of the Longquan Sect, He Guiyi, the head of the Flying Crane Sect, and Yu Tiancheng, the sect leader of the Falling Rain Sect! The three of them, without exception, were all nine-star martial artists

! Just sitting there made the high-level and elders of the sect behind him feel extremely coerced!

The head of the Feihe Sect, who was wearing a Taoist robe and had a long beard, asked the sect master of the Longquan Sect, "Brother Long, did the Yin Puppet Sect Yin Old Ghost still not send anyone here?"

Long Yuanliang, the sect leader of the Longquan Sect, looked to be more than forty years old on the outside, with a strong physique and a beard, he shook his head: "Brother He, you know, Old Ghost Yin is mysterious all day long, and I don't know what I'm doing, so I haven't contacted him.

Long Yuanliang's tone was a little dissatisfied.

In order to connect the relationship between the sects, this five-year sect competition in the Dark Mist Forest was originally discussed to be held by the four major sects in turn.

But for some reason, since five years ago, the Yin Puppet Sect suddenly stopped participating in the exchange activities of the four major sects, and even the mountain gate was closed.

Several of their sect masters wanted to see the Yin Puppet Sect's Sect Leader Yin Lao Ghost, and they were all very inconvenienced!

At this time, Yu Tiancheng, the Sect Master of the Falling Rain Sect, said softly: "If you don't come, don't come, Yin Old Ghost, that guy is gloomy, and it's uncomfortable to look at him!"

When Long Yuanliang and He Guiyi heard this, they also nodded in agreement, and they didn't bother with the problem that the Yin Puppet Sect didn't send people.

Coincidentally, at this time, in a ring, an inner disciple of the Longquan Sect cleanly knocked a disciple of the Feihe Sect off the stage.

Long Yuanliang smiled and arched his hand towards Crane Guiyi and said, "Brother Crane, it seems that this time my Longquan Sect is going to win the top prize

again!" Crane Guiyi smiled faintly: "What's the hurry, this is just the beginning, anything can happen until the last moment!"

Although he said indifferently, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

More than a dozen of the participating disciples brought by him from Feihemen this time have been eliminated.

I really don't know how many people will be left in the end.

The same is true for Yu Tiancheng, the sect master of the Falling Rain Sect, and the battle situation of his disciples is not very optimistic.

The Longquan Sect, which occupies the home field, has indeed been in the lead.

In the top ten qualifying rounds, four people from the Longquan Sect have already advanced, and one more person can occupy half of them.

。

Such a situation made Long Yuanliang can't help but steal joy in his heart, the final winner of this big competition must be Longquan Sect!

Of course, in the end, it still depends on who is the heaviest leader

, looking at Long Yuanliang with a smug face, He Guiyi couldn't help it, he retorted: "Brother Long, it's not a good thing to be too confident!" "

The young sect masters of our several sects haven't appeared yet."

"My young sect master of the Feihe Gate, Ling Feiyu, has been carefully trained by me, and he will definitely be able to win the top spot in this stop!"

Ling Feiyu!

The young sect master of the Feihe Gate, the sect master of the Crane Gate, is a closed disciple.

The magic of the flying crane sword in one hand makes it difficult for the opponent to find the trajectory of confrontation, which is very difficult.

In his twenties, he had already reached the realm of a seven-star martial artist, and he was now the first person in the younger generation of Feihe Sect!

As soon as He Guiyi finished speaking confidently, Yu Tiancheng, the sect master of the Falling Rain Sect on the side, sneered.

"Brother He, it seems that you and Brother Long generally underestimate others, this time the leader of the sect must be a disciple of the Falling Rain Sect!"

Looking at the appearance of the two of them, Yu Tiancheng, the sect leader of the Falling Rain Sect, was not annoyed, but the old god was saying: "I, Qin Yufei of the Falling Rain Sect, am just one foot away from

the nine-star martial artist!" Long Yuanliang and He Guiyi's faces froze in unison!

This Qin Yufei's talent is too terrifying, right?

You must know that as the sect master, they have been famous and tempered for decades, and they are only nine-star martial artists!

While the hearts were shocked, a bitterness permeated the hearts of the two.

Especially Long Yuanliang.

My family knows my own business.

Although his closed disciple Yan Beiwang was also very talented, he was slightly inferior to Ling Feiyu and Qin Yufei.

Now the realm is only worthy of stepping into the seven-star martial arts.

Thinking of this, Long Yuanliang shook his head helplessly.

It seems that the disciples of this sect are more hopeless than the leaders of the Longquan Sect

! At this moment, the referee's voice sounded in the largest ring in the square: "In the last round, the three sect masters will come to the stage and compete for the leader!!"