Chapter 170 Black Mandala!

The voice with infuriating energy was not loud, but it instantly spread throughout the audience.

"By... a sword, the first sword of the outer sect was killed by a sword, this... is too ridiculous!"

"That's right, look at Ximen Xiao's sword, the gust of wind is blowing, overwhelming the sky, and its power is obviously stronger than Chu Yan's thin-line sword qi, how could it be defeated!"

"I think it must be that Chu Yan has a cultivation technique or martial skill that affects his opponent's consciousness, otherwise Ximen Xiao would not have been beheaded by him like a fool."

"Haha, the first sword of the outer door is going to be replaced!"

"..."

The onlookers were all very excited, and they were talking loudly and loudly.

In the corner of the stand, Du Wansong looked shocked, the muscles on his face trembling.

Others can't see it, but as the first person in the outer sect, he understands the whole process like his chest!

"This Ximen Xiao is a pig!"

After speaking, Du Wansong turned his head and confessed to the people beside him.

Losing a Ximen Xiao was nothing to Pang's Heavenly Outer Sect forces.

Moreover, according to Du Wansong's plan, Ximen Xiao was originally just a test, success or failure, does not affect the real killer!

At this moment, Chu Yan stayed in a corner under the stage, squinting slightly, his eyes deep.

He was still comprehending the sword just now. Although his half-step Great Perfection Sword Intent had a faint trace of a breakthrough at the moment when the sword was released, Chu Yan knew that there was still a huge breakthrough from the real breakthrough. chasm.

Ximen Xiao's mad sword artistic conception only touched him a little, but in the end, it was because the sword intentions of the two were so different that they didn't help at all.

However, it was precisely because Ximen Xiao's sword intent was touched that Chu Yan directly used the strongest sword that contained half-step Great Perfection Sword Intent the moment he pulled out the sword.

Killed with a sword! I don't know if Ximen Xiao was lucky to see Chu Yan's strongest sword, or if he was unlucky.

After that, on the ring, the battle continued...

No. 11 and No. 12 of the sixth group are two disciples of Heaven members, their fists and palms intersected, and they fought extremely fiercely in the arena.

These two Heavenly disciples are both tall and strong people. The two of them fought each other. Although the fists were going back and forth, the heat of the fight was coming, but people with discerning eyes could see that the True Qi used by the two was less than 30%. More It's just a test of moves and martial arts.

After the two fought a hundred moves, one of them was slapped in the chest, his body was shocked, he jumped out of the battle circle, and surrendered.

Compared with the battle between Chu Yan and Ximen Xiao just now, the sixth battle was much more gentle.

After the two left the stage, the judge elder walked to the middle of the ring and shouted in a deep voice

"Game 7, Hou Yingfeng vs. Du Wansong!"

The voice fell, and the two figures, one left and one right, jumped onto the arena and held each other at a distance.

Duwanson! ?

Chu Yan fiercely raised his head and looked towards the arena, only to see Hou Yingfeng in a light blue gown, her body was slowly exuding true energy, and she looked at the opposite figure with a solemn expression.

This person has a cold brow and a face like a crown jade, with a hint of yin and evil spirits, which makes people feel cold.

I saw him arrogantly staring at Hou Yingfeng on the opposite side. After looking up and down, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he said faintly.

"Junior Sister Hou, I invite you to join me in heaven!"

Du Wansong's words were very calm, revealing a powerful and incomparable confidence.

In Ling Tianzong, any disciple, facing the invitation to join, who is not extremely excited and overjoyed.

Join Heaven! Not only is it a symbol of identity and status, but at the same time, it also means that you can obtain cultivation resources that are several times that of ordinary disciples.

Even in the important trials and competitions of some sects,

With more help and support!

The power that this kind of power group gathers together is absolutely incomparable to individuals.

Hearing Du Wansong's words, Hou Yingfeng's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked up in a strange way.

After pondering for a moment, a charming smile appeared on Hou Yingfeng's face, and then she gently shook her head.

"I reject…!"

hum!

With Hou Yingfeng's decision without hesitation, all the disciples watching the battle suddenly burst into exclamations!

joke! She turned down the invitation of heaven!

how can that be! ?

Doesn't she know that joining Heaven is the wish of all Lingtian Sect disciples, how could she... how could she refuse?

Not only the other disciples, but even Du Wansong on the stage was shocked, his brows furrowed, and the look in Hou Yingfeng's eyes immediately became cold.

"You... don't regret it?"

Du Wansong gritted his teeth and asked almost word by word. The coldness in his eyes caused the temperature around him to drop sharply.

call!

In the face of Du Wansong's question, Hou Yingfeng's aura rose wildly, and the thick infuriating energy permeated his body, bringing forth a strong fighting spirit.

This... is Hou Yingfeng's answer!

Immediately, in Du Wansong's livid face, behind Hou Yingfeng, a black brilliance rose up and slowly appeared in front of everyone.

That... is a mandala!

A black mandala like a ghost, black petals, purple stamens, coquettish and strange!

It, suspended in the void, blooms slowly, like the grin of death, as if the door to another world is opening!

According to legend, the mandala flower represents the love of death, the love of despair and loneliness! It is the clarion call of heaven's punishment, and the key to unlocking the underworld!

Beauty and death, contradictions but fusion!

This is the true meaning of black mandala!

Mutated martial spirit, seven-star black mandala!

This is Hou Yingfeng's martial spirit, the original wood-type plant martial spirit, after mutation, has a powerful water-type power!

In an instant, on the entire arena, bursts of wonderful floral fragrance filled the air, the faint fragrance, smelling it, made people feel intoxicated, as if the whole body was instantly in the otherworldly world composed of red and black,

In front of me, I can only see that the endless sky is blood red, but there is an endless sea of ​​black mandala flowers under my feet.

Every disciple who smelled the strange fragrance of flowers gradually lost their eyes and changed their luster little by little, as if their spiritual consciousness had left the body and was in a blur.

Du Wansong, who was a hundred paces away from Hou Yingfeng, was also covered by the strange fragrance of flowers, his pupils dilated instantly, and his body shook slightly.

"It's now…!"

Seeing that Du Wansong was in a trance, Hou Yingfeng's Danfeng eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole body's true qi burst out instantly.

Clang!

From her hands, two phoenix-tailed knives flashed out, and under the perfusion of true energy, a dazzling knife light was emitted.

"Feng Wu Jiuzhou!"

Hou Yingfeng let out a loud shout, and swung her two knives. In an instant, the knife shone brightly, and the sharp knife qi suddenly slashed out.

This knife is sharp but not fancy. The light of the knife is excited, and it condenses into a group of dazzling knife light. It rushes out suddenly, and the sound of thunderclouds rolls along the way, shaking the entire arena, with amazing power.