The Strongest Qi Refiner

On the ground next to the competition platform, Xiumei gritted her teeth and stood up.

She clutched her right shoulder, which had a deep wound that was bleeding.

But at this moment, the gray gas on her body was concentrated on the wound, forcibly stopping the bleeding.

Xiumei stared at Murong Sword on the competition stage, her eyes full of killing intent.

I have to say, she just got careless.

But she can still fight!

With her strength, she will definitely be able to kill Murong Jian!

Xiumei gritted her teeth and wanted to go on stage.

"The sixth game of the second round, the second small game, Dragon Slaying Pavilion Murong Jian wins!"

At this time, the referee's voice resounded throughout the entire Shenwu Platform.

According to the regulations of the Hundred Sects Great Competition, as long as you land outside the competition platform, you can be sentenced to lose.

Although Xiumei still has spare strength, because she has already landed on the ground outside the competition platform, the competition is considered a loss.

Hearing this result, Xiumei's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the venue of Ziyan Palace in the distance.

She knew that the palace lord Jiang Dao had already arrived.

The failure caused by her carelessness...is bound to be severely punished.

"Clap clap clap..."

At this time, there was applause from the audience.

The cruelty before Xiumei made most of the people present feel disgusted.

Seeing her defeat now, she is naturally happy.

Murong Jian put the long sword back into the scabbard, turned to step down, and returned to the venue of Zhanlong Pavilion.

...

"This Murong Jian... has a good strength." In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian's back, his eyes moved slightly.

From the perspective of breath, Murong Sword has been cultivated from the middle to the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

On Xiumei's side, the cultivation base can't see the depth.

At one point, I felt in the spirit transformation stage, and at another time I returned to the Nascent Soul stage.

But in any case, Xiumei was obviously one of the core disciples of Ziyan Palace more than two thousand years ago.

With almost the same level of cultivation, it is extremely difficult for a contemporary young cultivator to defeat an old monster who has cultivated more than two thousand years ago.

Especially this old monster has strange blessings on him.

In addition, the so-called Dragon Slaying Sword Art performed by Murong Jian also made Fang Yu very interested.

Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Dragon Slaying Sword Art... Does this sect have a grudge against the dragon?

Of course, in a contemporary sect, Fang Yu would not care too much because of this name.

Dragons are legendary existences.

In the long history of Yan Xia, I don't know how many dragon-related sects or spells have appeared.

For example, Gu Rulong in the south of the Yangtze River practiced dragon-related spells. But in fact, it just blurs out the shape of a dragon, and there is no other element related to the dragon.

The reason why these sects and spells add a dragon to their names is just to appear more high-end.

"The more I live, the more I go back... I can't even win against a contemporary Tianjiao." Fang Yu looked at the group of people in Ziyan Palace in front of him, and a sneering and cold smile appeared on his face.

...

"Palace Master, please give me another chance..." Xiumei walked back to the venue, knelt down on one knee, and said with her head lowered.

Jiang Dao stood where he was, and in his gray pupils, he could not see any emotional fluctuations.

He ignored Xiumei, but looked at Zhenyun beside him and said, "The second game, you go."

"Understood, Palace Master." Zhenyun immediately lowered his head and replied.

Xiumei was still kneeling on the spot, not daring to speak.

Jiang Dao raised his head and glanced at the auditorium in front of him, ignoring Xiumei.

There were more people present than he had imagined.

But he knew that that man... was bound to be there today.

Possibly, they are already in this group now.

"You haven't come out yet? Do you want to watch us step up to the top step by step?" Jiang Dao sneered in his heart, "Alright, wait until then to kill you and make you the last stepping stone for the revival of Ziyan Palace. The most perfect plot."

...

The second game will start soon.

On the Dragon Slaying Pavilion side, Murong Sword is still on the stage.

On the Ziyan Palace side, it was finally replaced.

Zhenyun came to power.

The audience around, all turned their attention to Zhenyun.

Before the first round, no one had heard of Ziyan Palace, and only regarded it as an ordinary emerging sect.

But after the first and second rounds of the first small game, Ziyan Palace has successfully become the focus of the audience.

Even a few major sects from the northern capital do not have such a high degree of attention.

"Finally dispatched a male disciple... This man doesn't seem... he doesn't seem to be very strong."

"The body is thin, and the temperament is completely overwhelmed by Murong Jian."

"Zhanlong Pavilion should win two games in a row and enter the top 25."

Most of the audience were shocked by Murong Jian's performance in the last game.

This is the second evildoer on the list!

Sects from other regions, even if their disciples have amazing people, they cannot compete with these truly top geniuses!

Zhenyun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian in front of him, his eyes were as cold as blades, full of murderous aura.

Feeling this murderous aura, Murong Jian frowned slightly.

In the last game, he could choose to strike Xiumei's head with his sword, but he didn't do it because he didn't want to do it so absolutely.

But Zhenyun in front of him didn't seem to appreciate it, and even more direct killing intent erupted.

That being the case...

Murong Jian pulled the long sword out of its scabbard and pointed directly at Zhen Yun.

The battle bell has not yet sounded, but the swords are already drawn on the competition stage!

"clang……"

After three seconds, the bell rang!

"Whoosh!"

Both sides moved at the same time!

This time, neither side introduced themselves!

Murong Jian, holding swords in both hands, like a ghost, appeared beside Zhen Yun and slashed out with one sword!

A slender chain appeared in Zhenyun's hand, straightened it, and blocked it in front of him.

"Ah!"

There was a sound of metal crashing, and the chain vibrated.

Murong Jian only felt a huge force coming back, and the long sword was lifted up sharply, and it was difficult to control for a while!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhenyun's left palm slammed into Murong Jian's chest!

"Sword Qi body protection!"

Murong's swordsmanship was thought, and a layer of light shield condensed in front of him.

Zhenyun squinted slightly, and when his right palm moved forward, a group of purple flames suddenly rose!

Purple Flame Palm!

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu's eyes in the audience suddenly turned cold.

This is the most representative technique of Ziyan Palace!

On the competition stage, Murong Jian felt the power of this palm, but it was too late to dodge.

In the next second, Zhenyun's right palm slammed into the shield.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the sword energy that condensed the shield seemed to have become inflammable, and it was ignited by the purple flame of Zhenyun's right palm!

"Wow!"

In an instant, Zi Yan burned into a large piece and rushed towards the Murong Sword in front of him!

Murong Jian's expression changed, and he took a step back, holding the long sword in both hands, and slashed forward!

"The first style, slaying the dragon!"

"boom!"

A sword qi slashed towards the purple flame ahead.

Murong Jian wanted to use this slash to disperse these purple flames!

The sword qi blasted out, and the purple flame in front was indeed broken.

But in a flash, it was closed again, and the fire was stronger!

Murong Jian's heart shuddered, and he immediately activated the spell, trying to distance himself from this group of purple flames.

But at this time, he found that his feet were caught by something!

Looking down, I saw two hands formed by condensed ash, stretched out from the ground, and grabbed his feet tightly, making him unable to move!

At this moment, the hot breath is coming!

A large wave of purple fire is about to drown him!

Murong Jian was horrified and tried his best to break free from his hands, but he couldn't do it!

He directly raised the long sword and inserted his hands down!

The blade passed directly through the ash gas and stabbed on the ground, without causing any damage to the hand where the ash gas condensed.

But the power of these hands was so real that Murong Jian couldn't even move his feet!

How is this going! ?

Murong Jian was completely panicked.

Facing the rushing purple flames, his mind went blank.

"Jian'er, dodge!"

"Senior Brother Murong..."

"Brother..."

Under the stage, the expressions of everyone in Zhanlong Pavilion changed greatly, and they shouted in unison.

But Murong Jian had no time to pay attention to these voices, and could not move!

Seeing that Zi Yan was about to pounce on Murong Jian's body.

"call……"

At the critical moment, a strong wind suddenly appeared in the air.

The strong wind blew away the purple flames in an instant.

Murong Jian froze in place, unable to react for a while.

"If you don't want to die, just admit defeat. Otherwise, these purple flames will condense again, and I won't save you a second time."

At this moment, a calm and calm voice sounded in Murong Jian's ear.

Murong Jian was shocked and immediately woke up.