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The little master of Fire Phoenix frowned in the formation, and it seemed that he was under a lot of pressure. The image of Fire Phoenix, which she protected, moved around with blazing flames.

Each evil spirit that approaches the body will be burned to pieces by a raging fire. However, if one is not burned, another will be filled up. A hundred evil spirits seem to be endless and burned.

In this big formation that is crying and howling, after a long time, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he will be distracted and difficult to control himself.

At this time, a trace of light flashed in Fei Mohungyang's gray eyes, as if he was sure to win. A pair of thin ghost claws slapped the Qingming coffin lying across the ground.

The Qingming coffin lid slid to one side with a "slam" sound, and a gloomy and cold air floated out.

"Baopaopaopaopao..." Countless pairs of corpse-like arms with corpse spots instantly filled the edge of the entire Qingming coffin.

The Qingming coffin surrounded by black air seemed to be connected to the abyss of hell, and it was bottomless. I saw evil corpses crawling out of them, some crawling on the ground, black blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, and some floated in the air like puppets, wailing.

The audience off the field was already silent, and as the corpses cried, their psychological defense was almost collapsed.

Even Chen Mo, off the field, began to worry about the little master of Fire Phoenix in the field. After all, this scene was not much more than the Dead City, and it was gloomy and cunning.

Suddenly, dozens of evil corpses on the ring, under the control of Fei Mo Hunyang, wailed and attacked the little master of Fire Phoenix in the formation together with the vaguely undecided souls around.

Fei Mo smiled coldly and coldly. This was the limit of his control and the result of his years of cultivation. In this environment, even if he was at the top of the heavenly level, he would have to die for a lifetime. The little girl in front of him could not last ten breaths, but unfortunately she could not kill him at this moment and train him to become a corpse slave.

Otherwise, having such a lovely corpse slave with such a high level of cultivation... Tsk tsk, it would be exciting to think about it. It was just that the Holy Land Emperors were present and he could not start. It was a pity. Fei Mohung Yang not only smiled sinisterly, shook his head and sighed.

"Bastard!" The little master of Fire Phoenix had been annoyed by these unstoppable and burned unstoppable souls. When he saw so many demon corpses attacking, he felt even more and more irritable.

The little master of Fire Phoenix, who was angry and embarrassed, stepped down with lotus feet, and two fire essence mysterious weapons in his hand poured into the ground at the same time. He saw several dense flame patterns, covering a distance of ten feet.

"Feng Yin Flame Explosion!"

The little master of Fire Phoenix made a move, and a flame pillar ten feet long burst out, accompanied by a phoenix clear roar, and a huge phantom of a firebird soared into the sky from the ten feet flame pillar.

The violent flames stirred up a hot and hot wind. The scorching waves rushed towards the surroundings like emptying. In just a moment, the previous gloomy and chill in the field was wiped out.

The hot temperature seemed to burn even the air. Many viewing disciples on the field could not even bear the rushing heat, and they used their skills to support the protective Xuangang.

Chen Mo and Xiao Ba were stunned in the burning waves. This little girl was so terrifying. This was a volcanic eruption? I remembered the scene I met her before, and I couldn't help but feel cold sweat. Fortunately, my brother was smart and ran fast.

The unjust souls and demon corpses that had attacked the side of the little master of Fire Phoenix were instantly swallowed by the violent flame pillar and burned to ashes.

Femo Hunyang's heartbeat was as if he was shocked, and his huge explosive power made him panic.

After he recovered, he found that the unjust souls and demon corpses he had refined had been destroyed, and he felt distressed and bleeding. He was about to wait for an opportunity to take revenge, but the flame pillar in front of him dissipated, and there was no figure of the little master of Fire Phoenix.

Something was wrong! When Fei Mo Hunyang found out, he turned his head and came to him with the burning fist of the little master of Fire Phoenix.

"Uh..." Fei Mo Hunyang was punched by the little master of Fire Phoenix and his hot fist instantly swallowed half of his face.

I saw Fei Mohunyang's body, which had just been knocked away and had not yet landed on the ground. The little master of Fire Phoenix made a strange and erect movement and came to him.

The little master of Fire Phoenix turned around and a fire Phoenix shadow turned into a foot knife. He kicked Femo Hunyang heavily.

Fei Mohnyang's robe burned in an instant, and before he could "shenyin", he fell under the ring like a meteor.

It took only two breaths of speed to move, and it was not until then that a miserable wail came from the audience.

"The evil way, the Japanese girl will destroy your broken coffin!" After the little master Huo Feng said that, he slapped the Qingming coffin with his palms, and another flame that soared into the sky rose from the ground.

The Qingming Coffin was burning in the fire, and the remaining evil spirits and demon corpses were wailing and turning into a pool of dirty blood, as if they had lost their host and power, and the evil spirits dissipated.

"The little master of Fire Phoenix won!" The referee elder's announcement was loud and powerful, and cheers were born off the court.

The three sect masters of the Holy Domain on the rostrum congratulated the ancestor Huofeng. The ancestor Huofeng responded with a smile that his granddaughter was extremely talented, which really made him a lot of glory.

Chen Mo hugged Xiaoba and Yuan Haocang, looking at each other. That night, he used Tianji's eyes to peek at her image, but was not beaten to death. He was really lucky.

Chen Mo coughed, breaking the embarrassment between the two of them.

"Xiaoqiang, let's see your boss avenge you." Chen Mo said with awesome temperament, like a hero on the battlefield, generous and heroic.

"Boss..." Zhou Mingxuan was so moved that he almost cried. What do you want to do with such a boss? He immediately took out a storage ring and handed it to Chen Mo quietly...

"Brother Chen thanks you for your favor. I, Yan, really can't repay you for your wine." Yan Powu reached out to stop Chen Mo who was about to go to the ring and said sincerely: "That despicable person, let me, Yan, do it for you."

"He has the strength of a high-level heaven..." Chen Mo said with a little concern.

"Hmph, I'm just a despicable person, so what can I do with a high-level man?" Yan Powu said disdainfully: "Let Brother Chen see it later, the real power of my ghost devouring!"

Over the years, Yan Powu has long complained that if he had the same resources as these core disciples, he would have long since advanced to the heavenly level.

Otherwise, how could he be stuck in the middle level of the Heavenly Level for three years? Liang Xiao, who fought with three years ago, has now broken through to the high level of the Heavenly Level. How could he feel?

"Okay! Let's wait and see!" Chen Mo said that and handed Yan Powu a pot of wine. He didn't expect that Yan Powu still has a trump card? He really needs to take a good look.

Yan Powu took the wine pot, raised his head and poured it behind him.

Taking advantage of the excitement of drinking, I walked onto the arena, with a huge murderous intent in my eyes.

"Old Zhang and Lao Zhang! Yan Powu is here. He wants to challenge Ouyang Tuo, will he buy it?"

"Buy, buy, buy!"

In Qinghua City, in the gambling house, the man and Lao Zhang were beaten by a group of people and threw them aside, and their seats were naturally gone. But the two of them were strong-willed and unyielding, and they were still crowded on the front line, staring at the Qianyuan Skylight that was reflecting the image.

At this time, Yan Powu fought against Ouyang Tuo in the gambling house. The odds were: Yan Powu won one and three, and Ouyang Tuo won four and one.

Although Ouyang Tuo lost a surprise game before, he immediately regained his momentum on the young master of the Shengming Sect.

Although Yan Powu is brave, he is still a little worse than the disciples of the orthodox holy land. After all, when fighting against Fairy Lingwei, the gap is still very obvious.

On the ring, Yan Powu and Ouyang Tuo stood looking at each other. At noon, the sun was pouring down, and the wind was blowing between the two.

"Hmph, do you think you can win me with your mid-level cultivation level?" Ouyang Tuo said first. When facing Zhou Mingxuan, the overwhelming victory restored him a lot of confidence and pride. But as soon as this was said, he always felt a little strange in his heart. It seemed that he had said this once before.

"I only use this move. If I can't beat you, I will automatically admit defeat." Yan Powu looked at his demon sword ghost devouring and said gently but clearly: "Do you dare to take it?"

"Why don't you dare?" Ouyang Tuo rolled his eyes. The wandering swordsman was beaten like a ghost before. He dared to say such forgetful words at this moment. Where did he get the confidence? Don't he know the difference between the high-level and the middle-level of the sky?

"good."

The move Yan Powu realized was the strongest blow in the Purgatory Sword Intention. However, since he had not digested all the sword intent and lacked strength, it would be difficult for him to control once he used it, and it would take some time to liberate the sword intent.

He once used this attack to cut a hundred-foot tsunami, thus saving a small fishing village by the vast sea, and his name as a swordsman came from this.

This move bet on his swordsman's honor. Yan Powu stopped talking, took a slight step, lowered his head to support the knife, and finally stopped his left hand on the blade and hung it on his waist.

As Yan Powu caressed, the long sword shook gently and buzzed, and wisps of silver-gray mist slowly flowed out from the sword.

This is not a Xuan Gang, nor is it a murderous aura or knife intent, but a dead aura accumulated by killing creatures over the past thousands of years.

The death energy on the long sword became heavier and heavier. The Xuangang that attached Yan Powu to the blade tightly wrapped it up, and the silver-gray mist lingered like water. The air around it began to tremble and buzz, as if there was a monster in the knife, about to roar out.

The noise of the audience around me was gradually stopped at some point, and time seemed to have stopped flowing.

In an instant, there was silence.

Ouyang Tuo felt strange. After shook his mind, he looked at Yan Powu again. There was no trace of Yan Powu in front of him.

Not good! Ouyang Tuo secretly cried in his heart, and quickly gathered Xuan Gang.

"Lotus in Prosperous Times!"

Pieces of lotus petals composed of light green Xuangang began to gradually close from bottom to top.

And at this moment, a gray figure suddenly flashed from the side and approached him.

"Purgatory Sword. Purgatory of Infernal Affairs!"

Yan Powu attacked in front of him, his ferocious eyes were like an evil demon in Shura. Ouyang Tuo's spine was standing on his back. Before he could react, he felt a flash of sword shadow in front of him. Yan Powu's long sword had already slashed from bottom to top, and slashed by one sword, so fast that it seemed that it was cut off with this time.

In an instant, there was silence around him, and only Yan Powu's sword was still screaming sharply in the air.
Chapter completed!