Chapter 7 Inrush

After the announcement, the middle-aged man was quietly relieved. Bai Lang saw it and was stunned, crying and laughing. Was he so scary?

I didn't expect to win the first game so easily. Bai Lang got off the ring speechlessly and had nothing to do for a while. Other arenas are turbulent, dazzling, and they are fighting happily. These are the elites of the young generation in Luoxiadong. They are all extraordinary. Compared with the time of the fight, there are circles of low-level disciples below, some of whom watch the lively, some speculing and learning, shouting, so lively.

When Bai Lang looked at the No. 10 ring where Song Weifeng was located, he saw that he used a fairy sword and flashed, like a book grass, like a splashing landscape, full of elegant charm. He held a big iron sword in his hand against the man in the array, which was thick and sharp, like a mountain. Every sword fell down and rolled. Infinite wind and clouds, the power is huge, like a huge wave.

The two played their own ways on the field, with tens of millions of glows shining, bursting out of fire, and fighting to a wonderful place, which immediately attracted a burst of cheer from everyone off the court. Bai Lang stared for a moment, and gradually smiled at the corners of his mouth. Although the man opposite him was like a sword like a Ningyue, opening and closing, and the weather was full of weather. Unfortunately, he failed to reach the artistic conception of returning to nature. He was slightly constrained and sluggish. On the contrary, Song Weifeng, the sword light wandered away and was pervasive, like a spring breeze passing through the willow forest. The sword was endless, and every sword was cut out. , all appeared like lightning, and could not be defended. In the end, it must be Song Weifeng who won.

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

In a thunderous cheering, a brilliant light suddenly burst out on a ring not far away. Bai Lang was curious and walked over.

In the ring, Xiao Baiyu fought against a young disciple in green robes!

Xiao Baiyu looked indifferent and stood quietly, like a green pine, moving slightly in the wind, and a faint sword flowing on his body.

Opposite, the disciple's face was pale, with three long swords hanging in front of him, ringing, and the yellow light flickering. It seemed that he had just suffered a heavy damage. There was also a broken sword on the ground, which was cracked and broken.

The green-robed disciple's face was firm and shouted loudly. The three long swords were shining, and the three dragons roared out and rushed forward. The loud sound shook in all directions, as if the air was trembling.

Xiao Baiyu remained motionless, and his expression was still the same. The three dragons were intertwined into a huge light curtain that was so bright that they could not be seen. When he fell down, he smiled and flickered his fingers. The sword light cut through the void, quickly enlarged it, and killed it the moment before the dragon jumped down.

The light in the sky was roaring, silently and casually, and the sword broke all methods, easily breaking the "dragon roaring magic" of the green-robed man. The people under the stage were silent for a moment and cheered, like rolling thunder. They were shocked by Xiao Baiyu's unfathomable strength.

Bai Lang looked serious and quietly looked at everything on the stage. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes condensed and he was about to rise, but he stopped. His face became a little angry and his fists clenched a little.

Xiao Baiyu suddenly sneered at the corners of his mouth, and a murderous atmosphere suddenly gushed out. Bai Lang's cultivation was profound and he immediately felt it.

"Dangdang!"

The bell rang and the test began again.

Bai Lang stood on the stage, and the young disciple named Yao Jiaxin opposite him had thick eyebrows and a little nervous on his face. He was on guard against Bai Lang. He held a fairy sword in his hand, earthy and yellow light swallowed. Obviously, he was a very good earthen magic weapon.

Bai Lang looked at him for a long time and suddenly smiled faintly.

"Huh?" The disciple was stunned for a moment, and his originally abstined face flashed with puzzlement, which made him feel strange.

However, before he could react, Bai Lang suddenly put away his smile, his face was cold, and he snorted coldly. His body flashed like a meteor, scratching a heavy shadow and killed him straight over.

"Ning!"

After all, Yao Jiaxin was an elite disciple. He quickly realized that he had been teased, and his face flashed angrily. He shouted, and the magic formula was stirred up.

The yellow fairy sword fell into the void and the light disappeared. Soon, three thick earth walls were condensed on his chest, which were more than five feet thick and extremely hard, like an iron wall poured by black iron, exuding a strong earthy atmosphere.

"Break it!"

The golden light surged on Bai Lang's fists, rolling up an extremely violent breath, as if it could break the world and bombard them forward.