Chapter 915 The More You Live, the More You Go Back

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

She covered her right shoulder, where there was a deep wound that was dripping blood.

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

Xiumei stared at Murong Jian on the arena, her eyes full of murderous intent.

It must be said that she was careless just now.

But she can still fight!

With her strength, she will definitely kill Murong Jian!

Xiumei gritted her teeth and wanted to go on stage.

"Second round, sixth game, second small game, Zhanlong Pavilion Murong Jian wins!"

At this time, the voice of the chief referee resounded throughout the Shenwu arena.

According to the rules of the Hundred Sects Competition, as long as you land outside the arena, you will be judged as a loser.

Although Xiumei still had some strength left, she had already landed on the ground outside the arena, so she lost this competition.

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

She knew that the Palace Master Jiang Dao had arrived.

Her carelessness led to her failure... She would inevitably be severely punished.

"Pa pa pa..."

At this time, applause had already broken out in the audience.

Xiumei's previous cruelty disgusted most people present.

Now seeing her defeated, they were naturally happy.

Murong Jian put the long sword back into the scabbard, turned around and stepped down, and returned to the Zhanlong Pavilion.

...

"This Murong Jian... is quite powerful." In the audience, Fang Yu stared at Murong Jian's back, his eyes slightly moving.

Judging from his aura, Murong Jian has already reached the middle to late stage of the Spiritualization Stage.

As for Xiumei, her cultivation level is unclear.

Sometimes she feels like she is in the Spiritualization Stage, and sometimes she returns to the Nascent Soul Stage.

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

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

Especially this old monster, who has a strange blessing on him.

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

Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Dragon Slaying Sword Technique... Does this sect have a grudge against dragons?

Of course, Fang Yu would not care too much about the name of a contemporary sect.

Dragons are legendary creatures.

In the long history of Yanxia, ​​there are countless dragon-related sects or magics.

For example, Gu Rulong in Jiangnan practiced dragon-related magic. But in fact, it only virtualized the dragon shape, and there was no other dragon-related element.

The reason why these sects and magics add a dragon to their names is just to appear more advanced.

"You are going backwards as you live... You can't even beat a contemporary genius." Fang Yu looked at the people in the Ziyan Palace in front of him, with a sarcastic and cold smile on his face.

...

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

Jiang Dao stood in place, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his gray eyes.

He ignored Xiumei and looked at Zhenyun on the side, saying, "Second round, go ahead."

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

Xiumei still knelt there, not daring to speak.

Jiangdao raised his head and scanned the audience in front of him, ignoring Xiumei.

There were more people present than he had imagined.

But he knew that man... would definitely be there today.

It is very likely that he is already among this group of people.

"Why not come out? Do you want to watch us step to the top step by step?" Jiangdao sneered in his heart, "Well, wait until then and kill him, and let him become the last stepping stone for the revival of Ziyan Palace. This is the most perfect plot."

...

The second round started soon.

On the Zhanlong Pavilion side, Murong Jian still appeared on the stage.

And on the Ziyan Palace side, there was finally a change of players.

Zhenyun went on stage.

The audience around him all cast their eyes on Zhenyun.

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

But after the performance in the first round and the first small game of the second round, Ziyan Palace has successfully become the focus of the whole audience.

Even the several large sects from Beidu do not have such high attention.

"Finally sent a male disciple... This person looks... not very strong."

"He is thin and his temperament is completely suppressed 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 monster on the Heavenly Ranking!

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

Zhenyun stood on the stage, staring at Murong Jian in front of him, his eyes as cold as a blade, full of murderous intent.

Feeling this murderous aura, Murong Jian frowned slightly.

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

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

In this case...

Murong Jian drew his sword out of its scabbard and pointed it at Zhenyun.

The bell for the battle had not yet rung, but the arena was already tense!

"Ding..."

After three seconds, the bell rang!

"Swoosh!"

Both sides moved at the same time!

This time, neither side introduced themselves!

Murong Jian held the sword in both hands, and his figure appeared beside Zhenyun like a ghost, and slashed with a sword!

A thin chain appeared in Zhenyun's hand, and after straightening it, it blocked in front of him.

"Bang!"

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

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

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

"Sword Qi protects the body!"

Murong Jianfa thought of it, and a faint shield condensed in front of him.

Zhenyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and as his right palm moved forward, a ball of purple flame 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 martial arts stage, Murong Jian felt the power of this palm, but it was too late to dodge.

The next second, Zhenyun's right palm had already hit the shield.

"Boom!"

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

"Wow!"

In an instant, the purple flame burned into a large piece and rushed towards Murong Jian in front!

Murong Jian's face changed, he took a step back, held the long sword with both hands, and slashed forward!

"First move, slash the dragon!"

"Boom!"

A sword energy slashed towards the purple flame in front.

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

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

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

Murong Jian's heart was shocked, and he immediately used the magic to distance himself from the purple flame.

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

Looking down, he saw two hands condensed by gray air stretched out from the ground, tightly grasping his feet, making him unable to move!

At this moment, a hot breath rushed towards him!

A large wave of purple fire was 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 raised his long sword and thrust his hands downward!

The sword blade went straight through the gray gas and stabbed into the ground, without causing any damage to the hands condensed by the gray gas.

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

What's going on! ?

Murong Jian was completely panicked.

Facing the purple flames that were rushing towards him, his mind went blank.

"Jian'er, get out of the way!"

"Senior Brother Murong..."

"Senior Brother..."

Below the stage, the faces of the people in the Dragon Slaying Pavilion changed drastically and shouted in unison.

But Murong Jian had no time to care about these voices and couldn't move!

Seeing that the purple flames were about to pounce on Murong Jian.

"Huh..."

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

The strong wind instantly blew away the purple flames in the sky.

Murong Jian stood there in a daze, unable to react for a while.

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

At this moment, a calm and calm voice sounded beside Murong Jian's ears.

Murong Jian was shocked and immediately woke up.