The strong from the wild

Ten thousand years of prestige, Wang Zhixuan was destroyed today.

The cold wind blows, the sky is full of snow, and the cold air is blowing in the air.

In order to maintain the demeanor of one step at a time, Wang Zhixuan did not show his body-protecting aura.Now his head was covered with some white snowflakes, as if he had a few more strands of white hair, and his expression looked a little old.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Jiekong Monk rang the gong, Baoxiang looked solemnly at Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen, and said a sentence: "The third battle of the tenth battle of the Supreme Being, the battle of a hundred people! Xuantianzong wins!"

Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen stood in the air, speechless.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan no longer has the face to ask for the Beihai Dingfengzhu.What Liu Yi said earlier, and the evidence presented, only proved that Wang Zhixuan was a hypocrite. As for Wang Zhixuan himself, no matter what, he would never admit it himself.

If he admitted it, wouldn't he have torn off the last fig leaf?

"Humph!"

Wang Zhixuan's expression was cold, and he heard the shouts of "hypocrites" coming from around him, his eyes were like blades, and he stared at the surrounding audience viciously.

After all, this person's strength is profound, and his prestige in Qiongyu's realm is extraordinary. After he glanced at him like this, the shouts around him gradually weakened.After a while, apart from those idiotic fans of the Nympho League who are not afraid of power, no one shouted the word hypocrite anymore.

Until this moment, Wang Zhixuan's expression became a little better, and he led Huang Wushen back to Nanfeng.

In the Supreme Ten Battles, there were only seven battles to fight.

Seven wins and four wins are considered a victory.

Xuantianzong has won three games in a row, and he only needs to win one more game to win the Supreme Ten Battles. As for the subsequent Immortal Realm Battle, it doesn't matter whether he participates or not.

"Brother Yi, as long as we win one more game, my Xuantian Sect will be able to fight steadily!"

Hu Tutu ran to Liu Yi's side with a very happy expression on his face.

During the previous hundred-man battle, Hu Tutu even made up his mind to help Liu Yi win the hundred-man battle even if he showed the original shape of the white tiger.

So what if he was recognized as a demon cultivator, who said Xuantianzong couldn't accept demon cultivators as disciples, who made the rules?

Hu Tutu was naturally happy that he could win without showing the white tiger's original shape.

The bonfire conference was held again under the call of Hu Tutu.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect gathered happily together, drinking heavily and eating meat.

It was already dark.

The mountains and plains are dark, and the snow is shining faintly.

The Great Immortal Qingtian was very happy, and sat on his seat drinking alone, contentedly.Most of the people who bet with him this time bought Dao Xuanzong to win, and now Xuantianzong seems to be winning, how could Immortal Qingtian be unhappy?When he was happy, he naturally wanted to show off in front of his old opponent, but the Great Immortal Qingtian searched around, but couldn't find any trace of the red-blooded old monster.

Great Immortal Qingtian thought in his heart: "Tomorrow the two factions will have a battle of thousands of people. If there are no accidents, the Xuantian Sect will definitely win. Four wins in seven rounds, this battle can be regarded as the last battle, and the red-blooded old monster is actually at the key Time is gone, where did he go?"

If you can't see it, you can't see it. The Great Immortal Qingtian just wanted to be frightened, but he didn't take the disappearance of the red blood monster to heart.

At the top of the North Peak, Cheng Yifeng hadn't knelt on the top of the mountain for a long time.

Liu Yi had told Cheng Yifeng before dark that he could formally accept him as a disciple when his cultivation surpassed Cheng Yifeng one day.

Now, Cheng Yifeng is sitting with Hu Tutu, drinking and eating meat.

Cheng Yifeng was happy, and Hu Tutu was even more happy. The fat man thought in his heart: "Brother Yi is my eldest brother, and Cheng Yifeng has become Brother Yi's apprentice, so he wants to call me uncle? Hahahaha..."

Fatty Hu's smile was indeed different from that of ordinary people.

The real tiger minion dragged Tang Jiawen around and asked, only asking if Tang Jiawen had found his own daughter among the female disciples of Ban Dao Peak.

However, how did Tang Jiawen know about this?

Liu Yi sat quietly on a plate, calmed down, swallowed the elixir and was doing exercises cross-legged.In the battle of hundreds of people, Liu Yi used the sword art of worshiping the sky, and he was already injured.

This kind of sword art, when used once in the realm of the real person, will consume a Nascent Soul, but now Liu Yi has cultivated to the Pure Yang Realm, and there is only one soul in his body. But he was backlashed by the sword art, and even his lifespan was consumed for more than a hundred years.

However, the matter of longevity cannot be recovered through intensive meditation.

Whirring whirring……

The North Peak is getting stronger and stronger, and the wind is getting louder.

The snow all over the sky suddenly became several times thicker. Even if everyone is a practitioner, they can only see the scenery ten meters ahead. If it is farther away, the sight will be completely covered by the snow.

The red-blooded old monster restrained the radiance of blood all over his body, hiding all the smell of blood. At this moment, he was lurking in the depths of the white snow, slowly sneaking towards the bonfire where the monks of Beifeng Xuantianzong were.

The thick snow just covered the figure of the red-blooded old monster.

The scent of the stubborn stone drunkard's wine came from the bonfire. The red-blooded old monster took a deep breath in the snow, smelling the wine, his expression became more and more joyful, and he said in his heart, "It's only the last day!" Xuantianzong will be able to defeat Daoxuanzong. Now it is the eve of the great battle, I am afraid that all the monks of Xuantianzong will drink and revel! The more revelry they have, the more lax they are. If I go to attack Liu Yi right now, there is a [-]% chance that I can do it One hit kill."

Thousands of meters away, just a moment away.

The red-blooded old monster unknowingly came to a hundred meters away from the bonfire, separated a gap in the snow, used his means to catch a snowflake, made the snowflake into a mirror, and then controlled the snowflake to fly to the place next to the bonfire air.

Immediately, the red-blooded old monster suddenly fell in love with his eyes.

That mirror-like snowflake seemed to have turned into the eyes of the red-blooded old monster, seeing all the scene of the bonfire meeting in his eyes.

"Very good! Liu Yi's position is in the north!"

The red-blooded monster grinned ferociously, and started to sneak again, but he was afraid of being noticed by the four great swordsmen in the distance. His sneaking speed became slower and slower, but his heart became more and more ecstatic. Looking at the battle, Liu Yi's methods are really mysterious and unusual, even I can't see through the origin of his sword. It's just that his cultivation base is too low after all, to sneak attack him with the cultivation base of this land god, it's like being overwhelmed by Mount Tai, and he will undoubtedly die !"

Crackling!

The firewood burned in the bonfire, making a burst of explosions.

The jade talisman in Liu Yi's sleeve trembled again.

"Shen Haibing, does the Sacred Fire Sect have any new moves?"

Liu Yi performed the sound transmission method on the jade talisman, and then stared at the direction of Nanfeng in the heavy snow.Shen Tuhu, the head of the Sacred Fire Sect, is sitting on the South Peak at this moment, as a guest to watch the battle.