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Fortunately, Changhong's Purple Void Divine Thunder also gradually dissipated in mid-air, this move, the two were evenly divided.

But without thinking about it, Mu Feng still has an absolute advantage, because Changhong used the secret treasure just now, rather than her own strength.

"The power of the Purple Void Divine Thunder is still a little weaker after all. Now that it can't hit Mu Feng seriously, Changhong can only choose to admit defeat." Under the ring, the elder shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, Changhong also knew the gap between himself and Mu Feng, so he jumped off the ring very decisively, ready to find a place to heal his injuries.

"Senior Brother Changhong actually surrendered!" All the inner disciples were dumbfounded, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Why did brother lose?" Not far away, Chang Qingdai frowned, her pretty face was full of unhappiness.

The scene she wants to see is definitely not Changhong's defeat and being burned beyond recognition by the flames, without the chic and elegant in the past.

"Why, why did Senior Brother Changhong admit defeat? He clearly still has the strength to fight!" an inner disciple shouted unwillingly.

"What do you know, look carefully, senior brother Changhong was burned by the flames, and his whole body smelled like meat, if he dragged on, he would definitely die!"

Some inner disciples were very sober, and immediately began to refute, and the fact is true, Changhong suffered not only skin trauma, but also some meridians in the body were also destroyed by the invasion of flames.

"Stinky boy, you ran fast enough!" On the ring, Mu Feng said sarcastically, "It seems that you disciples of the Wanjian sect are either trash or cowards!"

"Changhong is actually pretty good, but the entry time is too short and he hasn't reached the realm of refining the void, otherwise he wouldn't lose to Mu Feng." An elder shook his head and sighed.

"That's right, this kid is in the explosive stage, if you give him another year or so, he may not be able to suppress Mu Feng." Another elder agreed.

"Elder, are you still not announcing the result of the competition?" At this time, Mu Feng patted his robe, stood arrogantly on the ring, and said to the elder who was the referee.

"In this competition, Qingmen Mufeng won!" The elder came to his senses and reluctantly announced the result.

He is the elder of Wan Jianzong, so naturally he doesn't want to see Mu Feng win, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he can't judge randomly.

"Brother, are you alright?" Seeing Changhong landing, Changqing immediately went up to meet him.

"fine,

It's just a little skin trauma, it's just losing the competition and embarrassing the sect. "Changhong looked gloomy.

"It doesn't matter, you have already tried your best, the worst is to improve your strength and win glory for the sect in the future." Changqing immediately comforted.

"It can only be like this." Changhong smiled bitterly, and then said, "Let's go, accompany me back to heal my wounds."

"En." Changqing nodded obediently, knowing that Changhong needed company now, and immediately followed him to the inner gate mountain peak.

Changhong and Luo Ba were seriously injured, and Wan Jianzong's defeat was a certainty. Unless Qin Ruoxue went out immediately, there was a slight possibility of turning things around.

Wan Jianzong's disciples were depressed and didn't want to watch other arenas anymore. Some inner disciples couldn't accept it and chose to leave directly.

At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly sounded from a ring not far away, and then a figure fell down.

His appearance was very miserable, his whole body was drenched with blood, there was hardly a piece of intact skin, and his white robe was also in tatters, unable to cover even the key parts.

There is no doubt that he was injured by the sword energy, and the pain he suffered was actually more severe than a thousand cuts. It can be said that life is worse than death.

Fortunately in the misfortune, he still has a breath, and he has not died, but the meridians all over his body have been injured, his cultivation is half useless, and it is difficult to recover.

The winner standing on the ring was a young man with sword-browed star eyes and a resolute face. He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a domineering aura from his body.

His understanding of the way of the sword is very deep, and he can manipulate the sword energy as he likes. Just now, he condensed the sword energy and directly invaded the opponent's body, causing it to burst out from the inside out, which has a bloody beauty.

However, this kind of method is somewhat vicious, and if it is not for deep hatred, few people will use it.

"I've said it before, I've been fighting with you for so long, just to have fun. The gap in strength between you and me is no less than that between Firefly and Haoyue!"

The young man said something to the wounded, then slowly walked off the ring, then jumped up and flew to the area where the Qingmen disciples were.

"Who is that kid? Not only is he arrogant and domineering, but also his methods are extremely cruel. Brother Wang is almost out of shape!" A disciple said angrily under the ring.

The figure who fell down was named Wang Jiang, and he was ranked sixth in the Wanjianzong Inner Sect Grand Competition, but he was beaten in various ways.

"Hey, he is also one of the Qingmen's talents. He has been famous for many years. It is said that he is about to break through the realm of refining the void. In fact, it is normal that Senior Brother Wang can't beat him."

A burly man next to him let out a long sigh, and then explained, "He once broke into the depths of the Tianyao Mountains and defeated three monsters at the half-step refining stage."

"So that's the case, no wonder he's so strong." The disciple was stunned, and a trace of fear flashed deep in his eyes.

"Don't let me go down!" At this moment, a violent low voice suddenly came from another ring.

"Eight-directed curtain blade!" I saw a big man slashing out with a knife, and the surging knife intent immediately swept away.

In the blink of an eye, the saber intent condensed into a blade, and shot away from different directions, with an indomitable power.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

He let out a shrill scream, his whole body was bloody and his bones were exposed in many parts, then he lost his voice and fell slowly into a pool of blood.

"Wan Jianzong disciples, are they all rubbish? I can do it in seconds with just one or two moves, which is easier than torturing a dog!" The big man mocked arrogantly.

"This guy is too presumptuous, how dare to humiliate our Wan Jianzong like this, who does he think he is, a great power in the Dongxuan realm?" Under the ring, the faces of all the disciples were ugly.

"Damn it, I really want to go up and chop him up. It's only a half-step to refine the void, but he dares to speak wild words!" An inner disciple growled with an ugly face.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I don't have the strength and the qualifications to be on stage!" said another inner disciple.

"If you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" At this moment, there was also a soft shout from another arena not far away.

Everyone followed the prestige and saw a tall female cultivator in a black robe clapping her palm.

An extremely powerful aura erupted, as violent and violent as a sea wave, and everyone could feel that tyrannical aura from tens of feet away.