Dongfang Xiong looked at Dong and Qian, who had never been challenged, sighed and shook his head.
The two watched a few more fights, and there were only a dozen people left on the second floor.
Everyone seemed to know that Dong Fangzhuo and Qian Shaoning were powerful, and no one challenged them. As a result, the two stood alone in the circle of light, silently looking at the spiritual incense in the air.
After Mr. Li won five games in a row, he laughed and said, "Don't you think any of the casual cultivators can fight?"
At this moment, on the second floor, apart from Fang Cheng and Dongfang Xiong, there was only one person left who was not from the family.
The man didn't seem to hear Mr. Li's ridicule, and only looked at the incense quietly. Now the incense was only half burned...
Dongfang Xiong couldn't bear it any longer, and with a flash of his body, he flew out of Huanxin Palace and directly into the circle of light of Young Master Li.
"Don't underestimate us casual cultivators!"
Dongfang Xiong shouted low, stretched out his hand to draw a rune in the air, and then flicked it with his finger!
The rune instantly turned into a silver arrow and shot towards Young Master Li.
Young Master Li waved his sleeves calmly, and a large piece of water curtain flew out and blocked him.
laugh!
The arrow sank into the water curtain and dissipated three feet away from Young Master Li.
Dongfang Xiong continues to draw runes!
The rune transformed into a giant sword three feet away, and suddenly struck at Young Master Li.
"Well done!"
Young Master Li's expression changed slightly, and he shouted loudly. The water around him was intense, and there was a faint surging sound that echoed through the void.
boom!
The giant Ge struck the water and made a loud noise.
Then, the water burst!
The young master of the Li family turned around and dodged the falling giant sword. With a flick of his hand, countless water lights turned into blades and shot towards the east.
Dongfang Xiong looked calm and drew the runes calmly. A huge shield appeared in front of him, blocking the water-light blade.
He drew another rune and clicked it lightly.
Uh-huh!
The rune disappeared in a flash.
The next moment, the rune arrived in front of Young Master Li and suddenly turned into a long golden rope, tying him up violently!
Dongfang Xiong smiled slyly, and the long rope suddenly shook, shaking Young Master Li out of the circle of light.
Victory and defeat were decided in an instant.
Young Master Li's body trembled with water, and he suddenly saw the long golden rope that bound him dispersed into countless runes.
The look of shame and anger on his face flashed away, he waved his sleeves and threw out fifty spiritual stones, which landed on Guanyun Ping without looking back.
Dongfang Xiong smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to grab a picture from the air, put away all the spirit stones, and then said: "I accept it!"
Before he finished speaking, a member of the aristocratic family flew out of the Huanxin Palace and ran straight into the circle of light.
The man didn't say anything, just took out a black nail that was surrounded by wind, and hit Dongfang Xiong on the forehead.
Dongfang Xiong hurriedly sketched the rune and turned it into a round shield to block it in front of him. Then, not to be outdone, he activated his magic power to use the giant rune and slashed at his opponent.
Soon.
The two of them went back and forth, fighting each other with hundreds of moves!
In the end, Dongfang Xiong was slightly better, still using the golden rope to tie up his opponent, temporarily blocking his magic power and throwing him out of the circle of light.
However, after this fierce battle, his mana was consumed rapidly and his energy was already unstable.
at this time.
On the second floor of Huanxin Palace, Zhou Huaijin saw the opportunity and turned into a cyan sword rainbow, heading straight towards the circle of light where Dongfang Xiong was.
"I'll meet you!"
Zhou Huaijin shouted loudly, the sword light suddenly surged, and a sword light that was like a dream and contained demonic intent slashed down quickly.
Dongfang Xiong hurriedly activated his magic power and drew runes, trying to resist the sword.
It's just that although his rune spells are considered exquisite, how can they compare with the flying swords of the famous families?
The sound of cracking silk was heard one after another, and Zhou Huaijin's sword light cut through the three round shields in front of the incarnation of Dongfang Xionghuan with just a slight movement!
The young man was shocked to realize that he had exhausted all his mana in the fight and was now exhausted.
He saw the sword light coming towards him, intending to disembowel him.
When he was in danger, the young man shouted: "I surrender!"
But the sword light did not stop at all.
The moment the sword light touched his body, the young man dodged to avoid the vital point, but his left arm was cut off by the sword light.
Dongfang Xiong grunted, turned around and fled out of the circle of light.
Zhou Huaijin sneered, and with a swivel of his sword, he circled around the young man's neck again!
suddenly!
Ding!
Only a crisp sound of fighting was heard.
In the void, a red sword light flew through the air. The sword light was agile and ethereal, and it seemed to be a light weight on the green sword light!
The green sword light suddenly froze in place.
Dongfang Xiong escaped from the circle of light by luck, and flew back to Guanyunping in embarrassment with a pale face.
The broken arm had already fallen under the sea of clouds and disappeared.
The young man turned his head and glanced at Huanxin Palace, nodded to Fang Cheng, and before he had time to thank him for saving his life, he reluctantly took up the Escape Light and flew down the mountain in a hurry.
There is still a possibility of reconnecting the broken arm, but if the arm is eaten by a wild beast in the mountains, it will be troublesome.
However, even if he finds a broken arm and replaces it, his future path to Taoism will become bumpy due to the damage to his meridians.
He suffered the biggest price since his travels in the world of cultivation.
From the beginning to the end, there were hundreds of monks watching on Guanyun Ping, but no one came to help.
Perhaps he was afraid of offending the Zhou family.
Or maybe he thought that helping this strange boy would not do any good.
This indifferent atmosphere made Fang Cheng feel a little unhappy, and he, who was also a casual cultivator, felt a little depressed.
He flew out of the Fantasy Heart Palace and went straight into the circle of light.
Zhou Huaijin stood with his hands behind his back, a flying sword with cold light trembling slightly in front of him, and the sword's intention was pointed directly at Fang Cheng.
"My swordsmanship is good, but my cultivation is a bit poor!"
Zhou Huaijin looked at Fang Cheng with a playful expression.
"Please enlighten me!"
Without saying a word, Fang Cheng pointed at Zhou Huaijin, and the red feather sword suddenly flew out.
Zhou Huaijin pinched the sword technique and activated the sword light at the same time. The green sword light turned into a three-foot long rainbow and went straight to Fangcheng.
He saw that Fang Cheng's cultivation was insufficient, so he had to use strength to overcome skill!
Zheng!
The two sword lights clashed, causing a clear sword cry!
The next moment, the red sword light suddenly turned around a thousand times, and with the mysterious skills beyond imagination, Shen Xiong's great strength was transformed into the green sword light.
Then, the speed of the red feather sword suddenly increased sharply, and the sword light struck Zhou Huaijin incredibly fast.
Uh-huh!
Everyone only saw a flash of sword light passing by Zhou Huaijin, and then, a phantom of an armor condensed with blood appeared on Zhou Huaijin's body.
The automatic reaction time of the protective talisman was actually a beat slower than the sword light!
Zhou Huaijin lowered his head in shock, and was shocked to find that his right arm had left his body, and it took a few breaths for the severe pain to be felt.
There was a sudden silence on Guanyunping.
A sword.
The outcome has been decided.
The cultivators looked at Fang Cheng and speculated on his origin.
Zhou Huaijin screamed in pain, with a ferocious look on his face, and looked at Fang Cheng fiercely. As soon as the sword formula in his hand changed, he was ready to fight for his life.
Fang Cheng had a good time, and the red feather sword swam in front of him like a smart fish, outlining a delicate trajectory.
At this moment, a cold voice came from Guanyunping:
"That's enough, don't you think it's embarrassing?"
Zhou Huaijin's eyes trembled, he gritted his teeth, ignored the voice, and continued to activate his magic power. He saw a strong surge of demonic energy in his body, the flying sword roared loudly, and the green sword light had a hint of black light.
Suddenly, a rainbow-like sword light flew out from below, flying into the circle of light faster than lightning, and swept Zhou Huaijin out of the circle.
I saw a woman flying out of Guanyun Ping and slapping her palm out from the air. The cold air filled the air and immediately froze Zhou Huaijin in a piece of ice about ten feet high.
Zhou Huaijin's broken arm was also frozen in at some point.
Fang Cheng turned around and saw that the person who came was a tall, classical beauty with elegant temperament.
She was wearing a moon-white dress, with a graceful figure and a pair of round and slender legs. Under her beautiful face was a body full of surging magical power.
Induction level nine.
His cultivation level is not inferior to Feng Ling's.
After the woman in the white dress froze Zhou Huaijin, she looked at Fang Cheng and asked lightly: "What sword technique did you use just now?"
Fang Cheng put away the red feather sword and looked at it calmly: "Qingxuan sword technique."
"Okay, I'll make a note of it, and I'll come back another day to learn from you." The woman in the white skirt nodded, then turned into a sword light and rolled up Zhou Huaijin, soared into the sky in an instant, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
