Start with Blue Silver Grass

Although Shi Qingxuan, Zhou Zhiruo, and Yaoyue Sannu were missing, under the effect of Fu Junma's three clone soul skills, the "Nine Palace Sword Formation" was still opened.

"Martial Soul Fusion Technique: Harmony between Heaven and Earth!"*3

With three shouts, nine "Yi Swords" soared into the sky. The black and white sword chess game, which was three points smaller than yesterday's showdown with the 'Warlord Team', occupied the small space where the only four members of the 'Beautiful Team' were. Half the arena.

In the Tianyuan position of the chess game, Huanwan did not call out the "Double Slash of the Heavenly Demon". Instead, with a shake of her hand, a colorful "Double Demonic Ribbon" bloomed in the wind, like the soul saint's martial soul, covering the sky in an instant. Release endless devouring power.

With the cooperation of Fu's three sisters, the endless black and white sword energy was completely absorbed into the "Devil Ribbon", and the "Devil Ribbon" that was constantly changing colors was dyed into black and white in the blink of an eye!

As the black and white sword energy continued to be swallowed, the gauze-like "Demon Ribbon" began to change rapidly. Pieces of white sword shapes appeared on the ribbon like scales, and one black one after another. The silk threads bloomed with sharp-edged sword energy and spread, resembling...a dragon body!

Dragon tail, dragon body, dragon claws, dragon horns...

At this moment, the "Devil Ribbon" winding over the heads of the four women of Hanhan looked like a divine dragon with white scales and black mane, ready to move!

Faced with the gorgeous special effects displayed on Huanwan's side, the scene on Alan's side was no less impressive.

Starting from where Alan's sword landed, it has spread all over the arena and up and down the arena, and the space within a hundred feet has been rendered into a blue-green grassland. The blue is like the waves of the sea, seeming to fill the world.

"This move is called...Blue Silver...Grass Realm...Advent, right?"

In front of the Pope's Hall, Ning Fengzhi, who had watched the battle in the Tiandou Great Soul Fighting Arena, leaned forward and asked Master Lin with Pope Bibi Dong in the middle.

"Although they look somewhat similar..." Before Lin Yi could respond, Li Qinglian, the clone sitting on Lin Yi's left hand side, rubbed her chin and said, "But it doesn't have that kind of majestic vitality, but there is a looming sword energy inside... …”

As the clone Li Qinglian said, the scene that Alan created with the power of his martial soul was not the blue silver forest formed by the huge blue silver grass that spawned when Lin Yi used this move.

Instead, it is a bush formed by blue silver grass that is two or three feet tall.

"Miss A'lan and Master Lin's martial arts are both "Blue Silver Grass". Don't they collect the vitality of Blue Silver Grass?" Ning Fengzhi, who had collected intelligence about Lin Yi's move, asked next.

"Alan's path is different from mine. Her moves naturally bear her own brand..." Lin Yi looked at the ring below with a smile and responded to Ning Fengzhi casually.

On the arena.

The scene at this moment is reversed from yesterday afternoon.

Although the black and white divine dragon that once stood under the "Nantian Gate" is three times smaller, it hovers in the sky more nimbly, with its head looking down.

Alan, who was being watched by the dragon, had his hands empty and his expression blank, looking straight at the sky.

at some point.

"hold head high!

!" "Wan! Sword! Return to! Zong!—Go!"

Under the thunderous roar of the dragon, Alan pointed his sword and swung it from bottom to top.

In an instant, the straight blue silver grass on the ground turned into long blue swords, rising into the sky like shooting stars!

Wherever the sword points, the black and white dragon!

“Ding ding ding ding ding——!

!”

Amidst countless jingles, a bright stream of light suddenly shines from the meteor, shooting straight into the nine heavens!

At this moment, not to mention Hanhan and the three sisters of the Fu family in the arena, and even everyone outside the arena, except for the titled Douluo, no one could see clearly this extremely fast stream of light!

When Huanwen noticed something strange through the "Demon Ribbon" that formed the black and white divine dragon, she tried to control the black and white divine dragon to dodge, but she could no longer dodge. She was directly hit by the stream of light and passed through her body, nailing her hard. Void.

"hold head high!

!”

The dragon's body was penetrated, and the sword energy in the black and white divine dragon went into an uncontrollable rage, making a roaring sound that sounded like rage.

"Even if I am shaped into a dragon by you, this move of 'Union of Heaven and Earth', apart from the 'way of playing chess', is ultimately based on sword energy..." Alan's eyes were fixed on the three-foot long sword of the black and white dragon. He took it back and looked at Wanwan, who was pale and had a bit of red at the corner of his mouth.

Before he finished speaking, the three-foot long sword seven inches away from the black and white divine dragon in the sky disappeared, but the eyes of the dragon's head glowed with blue-gold light.

The next moment, the black and white divine dragon in the air between Alan and the four girls of Hanhan moved its body, turned back and opened its huge mouth to bite away.

The target was actually Huanwan and Fu's three concubines!

——An hour later————

"Martial Soul City", which has been bustling for a long time, has rarely fallen into emptiness.

Outside the "Martial Spirit City", Ning Fengzhi stood side by side with Chen Xin and Yu Yuanzhen, looking at the city gate that was gradually closing with an inexplicable expression, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"Fengzhi, it's time to go..."

'Sword Douluo' Chen Xin retracted his gaze towards the city, no longer paying attention to the top of the Pope Mountain protruding from the top of the city wall, and reminded Ning Fengzhi in a low voice.

"Uncle Jian..." Ning Fengzhi did not shy away from Yu Yuanzhen, who was a few steps away, and asked in a low voice: "Did I...do something wrong?"

"Alas——!" Chen Xin let out a long sigh and frowned, "I don't know..."

After all, he, one of the pillars of the [Seven Treasures Glazed Sect], didn't even know much about what happened.

Just after the competition ended, [Martial Spirit Hall] Pope Bibi Dong, [Business Alliance] leader Lin Yi and a few leaders said a few words, as well as the two parties’ views on [Seven Treasures Glazed Sect] and [Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family] An inexplicable attitude, with a trace of speculation.

"That's all." Ning Fengzhi shook his head and looked at the taciturn Yu Yuanzhen. Looking at the other person's eyes that were as gloomy as his own, he turned to Chen Xin beside him and said, "Let's go, Uncle Jian, let's go back to the sect. ——”

'Tian Dou, Xing Luo, Feng Jian, Xiang Jia... Humph! Everyone is the same!'

…

Pope Mountain, in front of Douluo Hall.

Looking at the teams dispersing in all directions, Pope Bibi Dong looked at the calm-looking Lin Yi next to him, and lightly opened his red lips:

"Elder Lin, do you want to continue those three battles with me [Martial Soul Hall]?"

"Of course!" Lin Yi heard this, looked back and met Bibi Dong's eyes, and responded in a calm but firm tone.

"Okay~" Bibi Dong looked deeply at the handsome face in front of her and said softly.

…

After a stick of incense, seventy miles outside the "Martial Spirit City", in a low hill.

Well, the hills have disappeared, leaving only a flat land that is several miles wide.

On one side of the plain, on a short hill that was several tens of meters high, thousands of swordsmen and tens of thousands of people were moving forward. Puhong and his three men stood together, looking down.

Not far away, there was Pope Bibi Dong with two generals, "Ju Douluo" Yue Guan and "Ghost Douluo" Gui Mei, as well as a red-robed titled Douluo elder.

On the other hand, Qian Daoliu, who was dressed in gray robes, was alone and formed a team of his own.

Flat ground below.

On the left, three figures in green shirts, silver armor, and brown mandarin jackets stand side by side, facing away from the figure in red robes more than ten feet away.

They are Lin Yi's three clones and the elders of [Martial Soul Hall].

In the middle, a tall and majestic man in a vest twisted his neck and looked at the white-bearded old man in a gold robe and silver embroidery not far away, with a bit of disappointment on his face.

They were all mumbling words such as ‘Who is it you?’, ‘What a pity~’, ‘Let’s just make do~’ and so on.

I ignored the white-bearded old man who was blowing his beard and staring, with an unhappy look on his face.

On the right side of the ground, Lin Yi and Alan intertwined their fingers, whispering something, not caring at all about the flaming Spirit Kite Douluo across from them.