The Strongest Qi Refiner

The venue where the Dragon Slashing Pavilion is located, at this time the atmosphere is sluggish and heavy.

Yuan Hao, who was severely injured and unconscious, was placed on the ground. Yuan Jing grabbed one of his arms and instilled true energy into it for emergency treatment.

The surrounding brothers only felt cold in their hearts and red eyes when they saw the sunken parts of Yuan Hao's upper body.

The opponent started...too heavy.

This is not the scale that the Hundred Sects Big Competition should have!

"puff!"

During the treatment, Yuan Hao suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood.

Yuan Jing, who was sealing every wound on Yuan Hao's body with Zhen Qi, had a pale face, and his hands were shaking.

This is his most beloved personal disciple.

Since Yuan Jing had no children, Yuan Hao was even raised as his own son.

But now, Yuan Hao was seriously injured.

This caused Yuan Jing's anger to ignite and it was difficult to suppress.

"The second game, Jian'er, you go!"

Yuan Jing suddenly raised his head and looked at Murong Jian who was standing aside.

At this moment, Murong Jian was also looking at Yuan Hao, his face covered with frost.

Hearing Yuan Jing's words, Murong Jian nodded slightly and said, "Uncle Jing, I will definitely avenge Yuan Hao."

"The second competition is about to begin. Please send their own disciples to the stage."

The voice of the referee soon came.

The audience is still very lively.

After the first round, no one dared to look down upon Ziyan Palace.

At the same time, everyone was speculating whether Murong Sword would be sent in the second round of Dragon Slash Pavilion.

"It's time for Murong Jian to play! Junior Brother was so badly injured!"

"I think he must be on this occasion. Junior brother was injured so badly, how could he find a place back..."

"Yes, this is the Northern Capital. It's the home of the Dragon Slashing Pavilion. It can't be defeated in two rounds...be eliminated in the top fifty. That's really a joke."

Amidst the discussion, Ziyan Palace sent another embroidered plum.

It seems that before losing a game, Ziyan Palace will not send other disciples to the stage!

After Xiumei took the stage, everyone's eyes were concentrated on the other side of the competition stage.

Zhanlong Pavilion, will you send Murong Sword to play?

Two seconds later, a figure flew up in the sky and landed ten meters in front of Xiumei.

This person is dressed in a light blue strong suit, heroic and heroic.

From the perspective of temperament, compared to Yuan Hao who was on stage last time, he was much stronger.

His appearance caused a sensation in the audience.

Everyone knows that this person is very likely to be the second highest ranked player, Murong Sword, the number one arrogant of Dragon Slashing Pavilion!

"I am Murong Jian, I will seek justice for my junior." Murong Jian raised both hands and bowed to Xiumei in a simple manner.

Xiumei looked indifferent and did not respond.

"clang!"

At this time, the bell rang!

Murong Jian stopped making any senseless actions and rushed directly towards Xiumei.

In the process of rushing towards Xiumei, he drew the long sword from his waist.

Under the sunlight, a silver light flashed by when the blade was unsheathed.

"call out!"

Murong Jian rushed to Xiumei and cut out with a single sword.

The sharp blade dashed across the sky, causing a harsh whistling sound.

With a crooked neck, Xiumei easily avoided the cut.

But Murongjian reacted more quickly. When the blade fell, it moved smoothly in the direction of Xiumei's neck.

There was still no expression on Xiumei's face, she immediately lowered her waist, and her upper body fell straight to the ground, avoiding the sword in a very small gap.

At the same time, she lifted her left foot.

Murong Jian's eyes dazzled, and his left arm moved down.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound after physical contact.

Both sides exited a distance of several meters.

Murong Jian looked at Xiumei in front of him with awe-inspiring eyes.

"The seventh type of Dragon Slashing Sword Art, Dragon Slashing Nine Swords!"

Murong Jian grabbed the hilt of the long sword in his hand with both hands and threw it upward.

The long sword immediately floated above his head.

"Om..."

There was a sound of swords, and the long sword spun in the air.

The long sword is spinning so fast that the naked eye can't catch it, and only one sword shadow can be seen flashing by.

"Senior Brother Murong actually performed the seventh style directly..." Under the stage, all the disciples on the side of Zhanlong Pavilion had shocked expressions on their faces.

The seventh style of the Dragon Slashing Sword Art is the most powerful and also the most difficult to understand in this set of sword art.

Among the disciples of their generation, only Murong Jian mastered it to great success. The other disciples didn't even understand their fur.

Murong Jian directly performed the seventh style of the Dragon Slashing Sword Art, obviously not wanting to give the opponent any chance.

He wants to quickly defeat that woman, rectify the name of the Dragon Slashing Pavilion, and avenge his junior fellow Yuan Hao!

"Om..."

The sound of sword ming continued.

At this time, the long sword above Murong Jian's head had turned into nine long swords instead of the previous one.

These nine long swords, with a faint red qi exuding the blades, were shaking slightly.

Each long sword exudes amazing sword intent and extremely sharp sword aura.

"Tian Xuan Slash!"

Murong Jian stood in place, with a compelling momentum.

At the same time, two of the long swords above his head flashed out with a whistling sound.

The two long swords chased each other, forming a whirlpool, and fell in front of Murong Jian.

"go with!"

Murong Jian slapped his palms forward.

"boom!"

The two long swords formed a sword cyclone and hurried towards Xiumei!

Within this gust of wind, every wind can cut everything, extremely sharp!

Xiumei stood on the spot, her palms interlaced in front of her, a large amount of gray energy condensed in her hands, and the sword cyclone blasted forward slammed!

"boom!"

The gray gas exploded, and a powerful might exploded above the sword cyclone in front.

The two long swords were forcibly cracked and flew out.

At this time, Xiumei turned into a phantom, his figure flashed, he grabbed the two long swords in the air, and twisted his hands hard!

"Crack!"

In just a few seconds, the two long swords were forcibly broken and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Murong Jian's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with surprise.

But he did not stop the attack.

"Heavenly Sword Gang!"

Murong Jian read out a tactic, a blue light rose in his hands, and he blasted towards the embroidered plum!

Xiumei did not dodge.

The blue light hit Xiumei's body like this, but there was no sound.

It was like a faint layer of gas attached to Xiumei's body.

At the same time, the six long swords above Murong Jian's head quickly rushed towards Xiumei!

They did not directly attack Xiumei, but rotated around Xiumei's body!

"bass!"

A strong blue light appeared.

In the process of rotating the six long swords, a sword-gang formation was condensed, and the embroidered plum was locked in it.

Xiumei snorted coldly and wanted to raise her hand.

At this time, one of the swords in the Jian Gang array glowed.

"Puff!"

With a crisp sound, Xiumei's hands suffered an extremely strong suppression force, and she couldn't lift it up!

At this time ~www.ltnovel.com~The look of embroidered plum finally changed.

She frowned, gritted her teeth, and released her breath completely!

But at this time, Murong Jian, who was not far from her, had already held the last long sword.

"Slashing the Dragon Sword Art First Form, Slashing the Dragon!"

Murong Jian held the hilt with both hands and rushed towards the position of Xiumei.

"what……"

Embroidered plum's forehead was blue, and he roared.

She wants to break free of the **** of Jian Gang array!

But in a short time, it can't be done at all!

Among the six long swords, there is an extremely powerful coercion!

In an instant, Murong Jian rushed to Xiumei's body and jumped up!

The long sword in his hand, the blade ignited a red flame!

This blow was the same as Yuan Hao's blow just now!

The first style of Swordsman Jue of Slashing Dragon, Slashing Dragon!

The sword blade slashed down in the air, and the embroidered plum, which was locked by the sword gang, had to raise his head, his expression hideous!

But she cannot avoid it!

"Boom!"

The next second, there was a loud noise!

A strong light shone, and a burst of might spread to the surroundings.

The entire competition platform, even the ground is shaking!

In the audience's field of vision, they could clearly see that a figure flew out of it, fell directly on the ground below the competition stage, and rolled several times before stopping.

The light faded.

On the martial arts stage, only Murong Jian was left, holding a long sword and standing straight.

There was a deep cut mark on the martial arts stage made of extremely hard materials.

"Wow……"

After a few seconds of silence, exclamation sounds sounded from all around.

It really deserves to be the second Murong sword on the top list!

The brutal and powerful female disciple in Ziyan Palace was defeated!