surnamed Wang

Sitting in front of the jade pillar, Wang Gingquan, the bright moon magnified infinitely in his eyes, until it finally occupied the entire field of vision, and then gradually turned into a crescent moon, a waning moon, until it disappeared completely.

Wang Bingquan realized something, frowned slightly, and when he came back to his senses again, he realized that he didn't know how long he had been staring at it. At this time, the cloud pattern on the pillar had returned to its original state, and it seemed that it hadn't moved from the beginning to the end.

He stood up, walked slowly to the second stone pillar, sat down cross-legged again, and continued to watch quietly as before. With the previous experience, the cloud pattern quickly moved under the gaze.

What he saw this time was a picture of the rising sun on the top of a mountain. With a few simple strokes, the majesty of the mountain peak and the majestic vigor of the rising sun were portrayed. Transformation, and the scorching heat of the rising sun.

In the outside world, all the red clothes turned red, and the roiling heat wave spread, but Wang Gangquan stood motionless within ten steps. It was already smoldering, so it was no wonder that he could feel the heat of the sun.

"day."

Wang Gangquan uttered an indistinct syllable again, and the illusory blade in his hand was shining brightly, and there was a faint tendency to catch up with the woman.

"Why is this kid still swearing at people?" Someone outside the ring heard the word "日" and began to complain about Fairy Xi.

"Oh, don't make noise. It was the moon just now, but this time it's the sun. It's obviously supernatural powers. Why are you swearing?" Unexpectedly, someone took the initiative to smooth things over.

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The bright red sword was floating in front of Wang Gingquan. He wiped it with his left hand, removed the long sword from the scabbard, and inserted the phantom long sword into the scabbard with his right hand.

The two did not coincide, but because the long sword was invisible, it did not cause damage, but the sound of gasping for air could not help but be heard from the crowd.

After the dragon horn scabbard was incorporated into the long sword, it quickly became fiery red, emitting a dazzling light after a short while. Wang Lingquan grasped it on the hilt expressionlessly, and a large puff of green smoke immediately rose from his palm, and at the same time, a burst of burnt fragrance permeated the air. Apparently even he himself couldn't stand the heat.

Among the monks on the west side of the arena, Nan Fengao, the master of the sword hall, showed admiration when he saw this, stroked his beard and said to himself:
"Good boy, you can comprehend the second method of the sun and the moon in the first floor of Bai Yujing with just a copy. The old man really saw you right."

While speaking, Wang Bingquan had already slowly drawn out the illusory long sword. The blade of the sword exuded a bright white color like the scorching sun at noon, which looked very glaring.

With a sword handed out, the brilliance faded away, and a thick beam of light burst out from the front of the sword tip, and rushed straight to the woman in red not far away. , flew forward and collided with the beam of light.

The entire arena was covered by light in an instant, and the two people in the center were hidden in it, and everyone couldn't help but grab their hearts when they saw this.

They really want to know who will have the last laugh in this day's fight for glory. The cultivation bases shown by the two of them are far superior to Jindan. Regardless of the victory or defeat, they will become the key cultivation targets of the sect in the future.

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The dazzling light lasted for three full breaths before dissipating. The instant high temperature melted the ground. The two stood in the center of the melting area, standing still.

Wang Gangquan's face was ignorant, his eyes wandered, as if he had just woken up, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, a piercing pain came, he woke up instantly, and then his whole body and internal organs felt burning pain.

Although the woman on the opposite side was not burned, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth showed that she didn't take advantage of it.

The two looked at each other, first they smiled at the same time, and then Yanhong immediately burst into flames again, covering the whole body for a hundred steps in an instant, Wang Gangquan retreated hurriedly when he saw this, and healed his injuries with kung fu.

In the battle just now, he used his sword moves instinctively, and he didn't care about the damage and loss at all. Now not only the skin and flesh have been roasted to half-cooked, but even the internal organs have been affected. The most important thing is that there is not much spiritual energy left. Can only take the initiative to admit defeat.

Wang Gangquan took a deep breath, and the injuries all over his body were obviously getting better. This is the magical effect of "gold is not exchanged". The woman opposite smiled sweetly, raised her slightly red hands, and planned to end everything directly.

"Fight it!" Wang Bingquan's eyes showed firmness, and he drew out both swords.

The illusory long sword turned into a small sword again, swimming around the body in charge of sweeping the formation, and the bright red sword was re-sheathed to break the situation with sword energy.

The monks watching the battle held their breath subconsciously, watching quietly as the man exerted force under his feet, and his figure charged forward, while the woman built a wall of fire around her.

More than a hundred air pockets in Wang Gangquan's body were fully opened, forming a solid defense, and with his speed he forcibly broke through the first wall of fire.

As soon as the back foot stepped over the wall of fire, the air film shattered, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed five inches without hesitation. Sword energy was born on the ground, and the strong wind came in an instant. There was a gap in the second wall of fire, and the pink figure rushed in.

After passing through two fire walls, Wang Gingquan had no more skills to use, so he directly crashed into the third fire wall with his body. Behind the fire wall was a woman.

After Wang Gangquan touched the red fire wall, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. He clenched his teeth and stretched out his right hand, and gently tapped the woman's forehead with his long and slender fingers.

Wang Gangquan concentrated the last trace of spiritual power on his fingertips, and released a blow:
"Mirage."

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"Mother, don't go."

A girl doll carved in powder and jade was pulling the cuff of a middle-aged beautiful woman, her eyes were full of tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them flow.

The woman glanced at her daughter reluctantly, and finally let go of her hand cruelly, and quickly walked out of the yard and flew towards the sky. The girl stared blankly at the direction where her mother disappeared, and finally shed tears.

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At the gate of the magnificent mansion, the girl had grown into a young girl. She led her younger sister who looked like herself, and silently followed behind the middle-aged man.

After walking far away, the girl turned her head again, and the mansion behind her became much smaller, but compared with other surrounding buildings, it was still magnificent.

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Inside the cave, the lights and candles were in a trance, reflecting the dark complexion of the man beside the table, and the dull complexion of the woman, showing no sadness or joy.

"Hong'er, I agreed to the marriage proposal of Yashizong. One of you and Lu'er must go."

"Since father said so, he already has the answer in his heart, why bother to make another trip?"

Hearing this, the man raised his head, his eyes flashed with confusion, and finally he sighed, got up and left the cave.

Wang Gangquan looked at this woman who was crying secretly again after so many years, and couldn't help feeling sad for her. At this moment, the woman who was still melancholy raised her head suddenly, and said with a bad expression:
"Have you seen enough?"

"what?"

Before Wang Gangquan could react, his whole body was blown away.

At the same time, a pink figure on the ring flew upside down with his chest on fire, but he was a man, and he didn't make a sound after suffering such a serious injury.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, her expression was confused at first, and then her pretty face became cold.

"Prying into other people's privacy at will is definitely not what a gentleman does."

Wang Gangquan did not refute, nor did he express his dissatisfaction with the other party's ruthlessness, because he passed out when he was still in mid-air.

"Winner, Yanhong." A majestic voice sounded from the top of Zhongfeng, and after a pause, he continued:

"Bring that guy back to recuperate."

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