Evil Venerable

Five wins and five wins!

Yan Li has taken another step forward from No.1.

"The next battle is Wenren Xiaoxian vs. Yanli!" Yuan Changfeng announced the end of the battle at the right time.

A gust of fragrant wind came, but Wenren Xiaoxian flew onto the ring, drew his sword and attacked Yanli without saying a word.

Wenren Xiaoxian's swordsmanship is different from her gender. She is masculine and has a fiery sword aura. You can faintly see the flames shining on the sword, especially her beautiful eyes. She glared at Yanli angrily, as if she had a deep hatred with him generally.

Yan Li was taken aback, he didn't offend her, why did she attack so hard, as if she wanted to fight me desperately.

However, he didn't care too much, raised his long sword, and fought with Wenren Xiaoxian.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred moves passed, and after a series of attacks, Wenren Xiaoxian's moves gradually slowed down, obviously lacking in true energy.

On the other hand, Yan Li was still in high spirits, and he performed a set of Shenxiao swordsmanship even more magnificently and neatly.

It stands to reason that at this point, Wenren Xiaoxian should know that she will lose, there is no need to fight him any longer, but she has no intention of giving up at all!

After fighting five people in succession, Yan Li already felt a little tired. Behind him were Shentu Hanxiang, Nan Gongyong, and Qin Shuang.

Naxu! ! !

The zhenqi in the body suddenly transformed into Hunyuan zhenqi, and at the same time, when he performed the move of Naxu, Wenren Xiaoxian immediately felt that the air seemed to thicken, and his movements with her also slowed down a lot!

"Senior Sister Wenren, offended!"

Yan Li gave a soft shout, and the long sword burst out suddenly, breaking through her defense, and then slapped her shoulder with a palm.

"Ok!"

With a soft snort, a strong force surged in, pushing Wenren Xiaoxian off the ring, but that force was just right, it didn't hurt her, it just pushed her out of the ring.

"The next battle is Yanli vs. Nangongyong!"

Nan Gongyong flew up, and said to Yan Li with a smile in his eyes, "Junior Brother Yan, you have used up a lot of physical strength and true energy in fighting six people in a row, why don't you rest for half an hour, how about we fight again?"

Nan Gongyong was the first person to notice Yan Li's extraordinary status, but he didn't expect that Yan Li was actually the little prince of Dayun Kingdom.

For a moment, after seeing Yan Li, he unconsciously shrunk a head, and even had a fawning look on his face.

"Junior Brother Yan, here I have a elixir that quickly restores true qi. After taking it, the true qi can be recovered in less than half an hour!"

Seeing Yan Li's refusal, Nan Gongyong was not annoyed, instead he took out the jade bottle that had been containing the pills and handed it over with a smile.

Yan Li was taken aback for a moment, not sure what Nan Gongyong meant, but he continued and said a word of gratitude.

After taking the elixir, Yan Li really felt a heat flow quickly dissipate in his body, and then it was absorbed into the dantian qi sea, quickly replenishing the consumed true qi.

"Senior Brother Nangong, I have almost recovered, please!"

"Junior Brother Yan, be careful!"

"Whizzing!"

The two figures flew out and collided with each other in the center of the ring. Nan Gongyong's cultivation base was much stronger than Lin Jingyun and Lin Huai's. As soon as he made a move, Yan Li felt a pressure.

At the same time, the Shenxiao swordsmanship was suppressed for the first time and could not be used.

He knew that if he didn't use Hunyuan Zhenqi, he would definitely not be Nan Gongyong's opponent, so he quickly turned his Zhenqi and used the move of Naxu again.

A strange color flashed in Nangong Yong's eyes, and he felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and his figure became inflexible. At this time, Yan Li activated the Shenxiao sword technique with Hunyuan Qi.

It stands to reason that the Shenxiao swordsmanship can only achieve the strongest power when paired with thunder-type zhenqi. However, after many experiments, Yan Li discovered that the Hunyuan zhenqi seems to have no attributes. It can not only stimulate the Shenxiao swordsmanship, On the contrary, it made the power of Shenxiao swordsmanship even better.

Affected by Naxu, and Yanli's attack power soared, Nan Gongyong's face gradually turned red. After ten moves, he jumped out of the battlefield and surrendered.

"Junior Brother Yan, you are really powerful, I can't match it!"

"Brother Nangong admitted it!"

The so-called people who reach out and don't hit smiling faces, since Nan Gongyong is so polite, Yan Li is not a petty person.

"Junior Brother Yan, you have to be careful of Junior Sister Shentu!" Nan Gongyong said to him in a low voice, and jumped off the ring voluntarily.

"The next battle is Yanli vs. Shentu Hanxiang!"

Without Nan Gongyong's reminder, Yan Li was also very careful about Shentu Hanxiang.

A long knife nearly two meters long appeared in Shentu Hanxiang's hand, Yan Li's eyes shrank slightly, staring at the long knife in Shentu Hanxiang's hand, his face became serious, "Low-grade spiritual weapon!"

He vaguely remembered that in the previous life, Shentu Hanxiang did not take out the spiritual weapon long knife in the competition, but in this life he did. Could this be the so-called butterfly effect.

"Junior Sister Shentu, please!"

Shentu Hanxiang nodded, "Be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Li sensed a cold light tearing the air, and struck at the top of his head at an extremely fast speed.

Shentu Hanxiang is less than 1.7 meters tall, but her spirit weapon sword is two meters long. The combination of the two makes Yanli feel particularly weird.

But he no longer had the chance to think about it, the long knife came to his body with icy cold air, he didn't even think about it, the Hunyuan Zhenqi surged, and he unleashed a stance soaring into the sky, facing him.

"when!"

The Wufeng sword collided with the spiritual weapon long knife.

Immediately, Yan Li felt a numbness in his mouth, and his body couldn't help shaking, and he took two steps back.

"What a powerful force!"

Yan Li was surprised.

"puff!"

The spirit tool long knife exudes a cold breath, and cuts again.

Naxu! ! !

Yan Li let out a soft shout, and the Wufeng Sword drew a Tai Chi circle in the void!

The spirit tool long knife is extremely powerful, but under the influence of Naxu, he couldn't help but twist to the side, and Yan Li seized this opportunity and rushed up!

The long knife, the spiritual tool, was two meters long. Once he got close to Shentu Hanxiang, the length of the long knife was limited, and his combat effectiveness would definitely drop.

However, he overlooked a problem, that is, spirit weapons can be large or small. The moment he approached Shentu Hanxiang, the long knife suddenly shortened by half.

Shentu Hanxiang held the knife in both hands, and slashed out in a row!

"Dangdangdang!"

Yan Li raised his sword to respond, every time he hit it, he felt a big shock in his mouth, almost throwing the Wufeng sword out!

"No! If this continues, I will definitely lose! It seems that I should...!"

With a thought, Yan Li changed his true energy again, from Hunyuan True Qi to Blood Demon True Qi.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

With the transformation of true qi, Yan Li felt the blood in his whole body was boiling, and a huge killing intent appeared in his chest.

Shadow thorn! ! !

His figure flickered, dragging out a series of afterimages, and then the Wufeng Sword flew out at an extremely strange angle.

Seeing this, Shentu Hanxiang's complexion became incomparably solemn, and the long saber, the spiritual weapon, flew rapidly, forming pieces of saber light in an instant, covering her whole body from top to bottom.

"Break it for me!"

Yan Li let out a soft drink, and the Wushuang Dao sword shadow hit Shentu Hanxiang's whole body.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

A strong impact sound resounded throughout the audience, and at the same time, the impenetrable knife light suddenly had some flaws.

Empty Spurs! ! !

A bloody sword light flashed away, and then the knife light disappeared, Shentu Hanxiang's face turned pale suddenly, and a sword tip touched her snow-white neck, exuding a faint cold and bloody breath.