Many people present suddenly looked at each other.

"This person is too ruthless, right?" Someone swallowed.

If you are so seriously injured, you should not die in Qingxu Mountain, but it will not only affect your cultivation, but also take a long time to cultivate.

"The tenth house is pretty good. You haven't seen the fighting palaces above the ninth house. I don't know how many people who challenged have died, and no one can defeat them." Another said.

"Do you still have to challenge this?"

"That's it, I don't plan to seek death."

These ten people have been in charge of the ten palaces for many days. So far, no one has been able to successfully challenge, which is enough to show that the opponent is so strong.

Instead of seeking death, it is better to give up rationally. At least it is not to challenge now, and it is not too late to challenge again when the auditions are about to end.

There was a lot of discussion around, and no one went up again.

...

In the crowd, the leader glanced at the person who was thrown out and confirmed to the Buddha:

"Young Master Mo, why don't I go to the ninth house and let that..."

"No, you can wait for me here." Mo Fan shook his head and said to Meng Wuqi.

"Yes, young master."

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed and did not go to the ninth house, but instead walked towards the tenth house.

As soon as Mo Fan walked into the gate of the Dou Palace, many people immediately looked at Mo Fan.

"Who is this kid? Don't you want to live anymore? Haven't you seen the person just now?" Someone glanced at Mo Fan contemptuously and said.

Mo Fan looks less than 20 years old, and he is so strong.

"Boy, you just came here, go back wherever you come, otherwise you may not be able to come back." Someone sneered.

People here are all for the top ten places, and even for the top ten, but there are only one first, and only ten in the top ten, and only one life.

"Young man, don't be impulsive. It's not too late to watch a few games before going on." An old man who stroked his beard and gray-haired hair persuaded.

All of these here have been screened layer by layer, and there are no weak people.

Mo Fan has reached this point at a young age, and his talent should be considered good, so it is not wise to fall here.

Mo Fan turned his head and glanced at the old man and smiled faintly.

"It's just a matter of dealing with the tenth house."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a silence around him.

It's just the tenth house. If the tenth house is so easy to deal with, they won't wait outside the palace and have moved to the Dou Palace to live.

"I'll overestimate myself and let him die." Many people said angrily.

They kindly advised Mo Fan to cherish his life, but Mo Fan was unhappy and deserved Mo Fan to die.

Mo Fan seemed to have not heard it, climbed up the stairs, entered the Dou Palace, and walked onto the platform.

On the platform, in addition to a middle-aged man from Shennong Sect and an old man from Tianji Pavilion, there was also a man with disheveled hair sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The man was wearing a loose samurai suit, with a handsome fair face, but his eyes were full of evil spirits, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

The man had a bright silver long sword in his hand, which looked like a Tang sword, but was longer than the Tang sword.

Seeing Mo Fan walk onto the battlefield, the corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, and a ferocious sneer appeared.

"Boy, you're not very angry. It's just the tenth house. You probably haven't seen the boy who flew out just now."

"See it." Mo Fan said lightly.

"Then you are still here, you are very brave. Forget it, report your name, I won't kill the nameless person under my knife." The man smiled sinisterly and stood up slowly.

"You don't need to know my name anymore, let's start." Mo Fan took out the token and threw it at the old man from Tianji Pavilion standing beside him.

"This is my token." "Since you know the rules, I don't need to say more. You can start. If you are not strong enough, you can surrender. As long as we hear this, we will stop this." The old man glanced at Mo Fan and reminded him, under the feet of the two of them.

Once you move, you will get out of the platform.

Mo Fan nodded slightly, said nothing, stretched out his hand, and Jiuxing appeared in his hand, and a cold light appeared in his indifferent eyes.

"It's interesting." The man smiled gently, pulled out the Tang sword in his hand, and reached aside.

As Tang Dao danced, he was obviously unhappy, but the Tang Dao in his hand left a series of shadows.

It was obviously just a knife-drawing posture, and Mo Fan didn't feel anything, but the people outside could see it clearly.

Not only were there several huge sword energy floating above Mo Fan's head, but Mo Fan's surroundings were surrounded by dense sword energy.

"This kid is over." Someone shook his head and said.

This person's sword energy is so strong, but it is so hidden that it makes people unaware of it. It can no longer be described as horror.

The man with a blood hole just now was injured by this knife-playing person, and Mo Fan was no exception.

Outside the platform, the man from Shennong Sect and the white-haired old man from Tianji Pavilion all shook his head.

The man also had a slightly raised corner of his mouth, a stunning smile, and a long sword stabbed Mo Fan like a laser.

"Thousands of Crane Kill."

When he moved, all the sword energy followed and stabbed Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked calm, as if he didn't see these sword auras.

"Please retreat a little further, otherwise it will be bad if you hurt you." Mo Fan said to the old man from Tianji Pavilion.

The two frowned. Although they didn't understand what Mo Fan meant, they still retreated to the distance.

Mo Fan threw it casually and the nine stars flew into the air.

At the same time, the vast spiritual energy in his body suddenly came out, like the waves of sea water.

A handful of giant swords of the sky were around the nine stars, each of which was twenty or thirty meters long, and in the blink of an eye it spread over the tenth palace of the Dou Palace.

Not only that, a huge sword intent that makes people feel thrust into it.

Whether outside the Dou Palace or other Dou Palace people changed their expressions and looked at the Dou Palace where Mo Fan was.

Those who participated in the auditions were all Jindan monks. It is not easy to have such powerful spiritual energy in this realm.

Not only them, but the smile on the man who used the knife also froze.

He misunderstood. Mo Fan was so strong.

but……

"Boy, you're too late to take action." The man smiled coldly, and the long knife that had reached Mo Fan's body in his hand shook.

All the sword energy was like a sea that surrounded all rivers, and it entered the knife in the man's hand. The sword light shook, and the sword energy condensed to the extreme almost cut everything open, as if it stabbed Mo Fan's heart.

"Late? It's never too late to deal with you." Mo Fan shook his head and grabbed the long sword like lightning.

The man saw Mo Fan grabbing his long knife with bare hands and smiled disdainfully.

He thought Mo Fan had so many skills, but he was just a reckless man. He didn't need to lose his sword, but instead grabbed his sword with his hands.

"Boy, you can die."

The sword light shook and came to Mo Fan with a sharp blade.

However, without waiting for the long knife to pierce Mo Fan's body, the sound of metal friction sounded, and the long knife was firmly grasped by Mo Fan, without moving at all.
Chapter completed!