Rise of Qinglian

Hundreds of cyan lightsabers hit the red light curtain one after another, and there was a muffled crackling sound from the red light curtain.

When Wang Changsheng pinched the method, a large number of blue light spots appeared all over his body, turning into white ice needles.

"go."

Following Wang Changsheng's order, the dense white ice needles scrambled to hit the red light curtain. After a burst of rain hitting banana leaves, the red light curtain flickered wildly, and the light dimmed.

The five giant eagle puppets opened their mouths one after another, each spewing out dozens of cyan lightsabers, hitting the dim red light curtain of the light curtain, and the light of the red light curtain became dimmer and flickering.

The red-shirted youth hastily injected mana into the red jade pendant, a red light flashed, and the red light curtain returned to normal.

At this moment, dense white ice needles shot out, and hundreds of cyan lightsabers descended from the sky, scrambling to hit the red light curtain.

There was a muffled sound of rain hitting the fence, and the light of the red light curtain dimmed again.

Seeing this situation, the red-shirted young man's face changed, and he was about to inject mana into the red jade pendant. Before he could make a move, there was a soft sound, and the red light curtain shattered, and three slender blue flying needles were suspended in front of the red young man. Less than a foot away from his eyebrows.

The young man in the red shirt broke out in a cold sweat. With a wry smile, he cupped his fists and said, "I lost. Fellow Daoist Wang is profound in Taoism, and I admire you."

"Accepted, Fellow Daoist Yang."

Wang Changsheng said modestly that he could easily win mainly because he had seen the red-shirted youth fight. The red-shirted youth had many offensive magic weapons and was proficient in fire spells. This is an advantage. The weakness is that the defense is not strong enough. The defensive magic weapon, Wang Changsheng broke through his defense at the fastest speed, and the red shirt youth was naturally defeated.

Wang Changsheng put away the magic weapon and the puppet beast, and stepped off the ring.

In the next round of competition, Wang Ruyan entered the stage, and her opponent was a short and fat young man in yellow shirt.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Ruyan sacrificed four second-order puppets, two spider puppets and two giant sculpture puppets.

After sacrificing four second-order puppet beasts, she took out a short cyan ruler and shook it lightly, and a thick cyan light curtain emerged, covering her whole body.

The young man in the yellow shirt unleashed a yellow shield in front of him, releasing a giant yellow python and a giant red eagle,

What he released were second-order spirit beasts and spirit birds, but due to the superiority in numbers, Wang Ruyan vaguely had the upper hand.

Wang Ruyan took out the green lotus pipa, and her slender fingers quickly brushed over the strings of the pipa. There was a rapid sound of the pipa, and more than a dozen blue wind blades swept out and hit the opposite side.

The young man in the yellow shirt hastily unleashed two yellow flying knives, smashing the incoming blue wind blades to pieces.

The sound of the pipa became more and more urgent, and one after another blue wind blades flew out, hitting the young man in yellow shirt continuously.

The two spider puppets sprayed out a white spider web each, tied up the giant yellow python, and they rushed towards the young man in yellow.

The two giant eagle puppets each spewed out dozens of cyan lightsabers and struck at the red giant eagle. With wings spread, one hovered and swooped down from a high altitude.

Facing the attacks of the four second-order puppet beasts and Wang Ruyan, the young man in yellow shirt was in a hurry. Wang Ruyan caught the opening, and a spider puppet spewed out a white spider web to cover it, and the two giant sculpture puppets swooped down. Come, the yellow shirt youth can only admit defeat.

The disciples of the Yang family screened out most of the contestants. After several rounds of competition, there were still fifty-three contestants. They faced off in twos, and the winners advanced to the next round, which was decided by drawing lots.

Wang Ruyan's luck was good, she got the only blank lottery and was directly promoted to the next round.

Wang Changsheng's opponent was a blue-skirted girl with delicate features and five layers of foundation.

There are many butterflies embroidered on the dress of the girl in the blue skirt, and it is said that she is a disciple of Butterfly Valley, a native sect of Yue Kingdom.

At the beginning of the competition, the girl in the blue skirt released two huge colorful butterflies. Judging by their aura, they were clearly second-order spirit insects.

In addition, when she pinched the magic formula, a large area of ​​multi-colored rays of light glowed all over her body, and after a blur, it turned into huge colorful butterflies, and turned into butterfly shadows all over the sky, rushing towards Wang Changsheng.

Before the two second-order spirit butterflies got close, they flapped their wings, and each released dozens of wind blades, hitting Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng raised the ice dragon flag, waved it lightly, and a large expanse of white cold air gushed out, turning into a white ice wall several feet high and half a foot thick, blocking in front of him.

There was a muffled sound, and dozens of wind blades hit the white ice wall, leaving only faint white marks on it.

"Huajiao."

Wang Changsheng let out a soft drink, and hit the ice dragon flag with a formula.

The ice dragon flag suddenly swelled with light, and after a blur, it turned into a huge white ice dragon with dense scales and rolling eyes.

"Roar!"

The white ice dragon roared loudly, and rushed towards the opposite side with its teeth and claws.

The colorful giant butterfly was no match for the white ice dragon at all, and was torn to pieces by the white ice dragon.

The two second-order spirit butterflies unleashed dozens of wind blades, slashing towards Wang Changsheng from the left and right sides.

Wang Changsheng smiled faintly, and when he raised his hand, the Hundred Blades Umbrella flew out, spun rapidly above his head, and sprayed out a blue glow to cover him.

Dozens of wind blades hit the blue glow, but the blue glow remained motionless.

Seeing the white ice dragon rushing towards her, the blue-skirted girl's appearance changed drastically. She hastily sacrificed a second-level fire dragon talisman, and transformed into a huge red fire dragon, facing the white ice dragon.

The red fire dragon is not an entity, it is just a spell, and the white ice dragon is an entity, although it can only display part of its power before birth, it is by no means something that the red fire dragon can resist.

Before the three could breathe, the red fire dragon was torn to pieces by the white ice dragon.

The girl in the blue dress quickly unleashed five blue flying swords that were shining with inspiration, and chopped them on the white ice flood dragon, leaving only faint white marks.

"Roar!"

The huge claws of the white ice dragon slapped the blue light curtain on the girl in the blue skirt, and the light of the blue light curtain dimmed.

The white ice dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a beam of white light, which hit the cyan light curtain, and the cyan light curtain quickly froze.

Several faint blue lights flew over and hit the ice layer, the ice layer shattered, the cyan light curtain disappeared, and the three blue flying needles stopped in front of the blue skirt girl. A bright red bead.

Seeing the three blue flying needles, the girl in the blue skirt smiled wryly in her heart, sighed, and asked politely: "I lost, little sister Butterfly Valley Landieyi, what do you call your fellow Taoist? What school do you belong to?"

With a pinch of her magic formula, two second-order spirit butterflies flew back.

"My lord, Wang Yang, is a casual cultivator, just a fluke."

In this fight, Wang Changsheng won the magic weapon. The Ice Flood Dragon Flag has been refined into the spirit of the second-rank top-grade ice dragon. Its power is not comparable to that of ordinary high-grade magic weapons. The foundation-building fifth-floor cultivator wanted to make the magic weapon transform into an attack, but it was not so fast.

When Wang Changsheng pinched the method, the white ice dragon turned into a white command flag, flew back to his sleeve and disappeared.

He stepped off the ring to watch the others fight.

The cultivation bases of the others were not much different, but the spells and instruments they used were quite different, which gave Wang Changsheng a lot of insight.

Among them was a young man in a silver shirt with handsome facial features that caught the eye. The young man in the silver shirt was only in his twenties, but he had an eighth-level cultivation base. , and easily defeated an opponent at the sixth level of foundation building.

"Fellow Daoist Huang is really unlucky to meet Zhao Yunlei. Otherwise, with Fellow Daoist Huang's ability, there is no problem in getting into the top ten."

A middle-aged man sighed, listening to his words, he seemed to know the silver-shirted youth.

"This fellow Taoist, who is this Zhao Yunlei? He is already at the seventh level of foundation building at a young age."

Wang Changsheng asked curiously.

"One family, two schools, three sects, fellow daoists, have you heard that Zhao Yunlei is the Zhao family's disciple, Lei Lingen, he must be the first in this sword competition, whoever meets him will be unlucky."

After this round of competition ended, there were still twenty-seven people left, and they continued to draw lots.

Wang Changsheng's opponent was a tall, thin, middle-aged Confucian student with five layers of foundation.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Changsheng sacrificed four second-tier giant sculpture puppets, and the four giant sculpture puppets spread their wings and rushed to the opposite side. Then, he sacrificed the ice dragon flag, poured it into it with all his strength, and struck out with a magic trick. On the ice flood flag.