Chapter 57 Challenge

As soon as Huo De's words fell, forty disciples flashed at the same time and chose their opponents at will? I'm afraid that what most of the disciples of these 40 absolute elites want, suddenly, magic cloud, violence, Zhengang and Jianchen, and even Danchen, Lianxu, Wudao's eyes are focused on Lei Gang at the same time, and his eyes are full of war.

Lei Cang looked closely at the sky, and his thoughts drifted away.

"Do you choose your own opponent? Humph, today, I, Jianchen, will wash away the humiliation of the past!" Jianchen said cruelly in his heart. Jianchen had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and at this time, his heart was even more gloomy.

"The challenge begins!" Huo De shouted loudly, and his body floated to the empty floor.

"I'm gloomy, challenge you!" As soon as Huo De's words fell, a cold voice sounded, and his gloomy eyes were full of fighting spirit and staring at the magic cloud.

The disciples around the outside suddenly became an uproar, especially the disciples of the Magic Refinement School, who mocked disdainfully. A disciple of an unknown sect actually wanted to challenge the eldest brother? Isn't it obvious that you are looking for death?

Moyun was also stunned. He didn't expect that he would be the first to be challenged. Moyun was still thinking about whether he wanted to challenge Lei Gang first, or wait for no one to challenge Lei Gang. Just now, the eyes of many disciples of the sect, Moyun had noticed it, but he didn't expect... Mo Yun's eyes slowly moved to the lunar calendar. , nodded: "As you wish!"

A trace of excitement appeared on the cold face. From the beginning of the conference, the lunar calendar stared at the magic cloud, especially the first magic cloud defeated the enemy, which shocked Yin Li. Yin Li is a person who is not good at words. The inner shock makes the lunar calendar think about how likely it is to face the magic cloud in the following days. The more you win, the longer you think about it, the more you become a sinister heart knot. Yinli understands that if you can't untie your heart knot, then your future cultivation will be troubled. Therefore, at the beginning, Yinli will challenge the magic cloud.

The two slowly walked to the ring...

An old man in purple sitting on the empty flat on the cliff looked at the cold figure with a slightly stiff face. He wanted to spit blood in his heart. He had thirteen disciples of Jiandingmen, and only two disciples marched to the top 40. At this time, Yin Li actually challenged the first young man of the Magic Gate. He didn't have to fight. Red Sword, the patriarch of Jiandingmen, also knew it. What is the result? Despite this, the puzzle in Chi Jian's heart just flashed by. The matter was a fore to be settled, and it was useless for Red Sword to say more.

When the boundary enveloped the ring, Mo Yun stretched out his right hand and said coldly, "Please!"

The muscles of the fierce face twitched a little, sacrificed his spiritual sword, and suddenly moved to attack the magic cloud.

"Jin Xingzhan Type 5!" He shouted fiercely in his heart, and the spiritual sword in his hand bloomed with a faint green light, and his body went straight to the magic cloud.

Moyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands clenched the epieber. At the moment when the pierced, the epee suddenly rioted and swept away.

"Dang..." A harsh voice echoed, and his gloomy eyes condensed, and his body quickly moved closer to the side of the magic cloud. The spiritual sword in his hand turned and stabbed into the abdomen of the magic cloud.

"Good speed!" The voice of the magic cloud sounded coldly, and it did not resist the fierce sword, and the epee in his hand directly hit the fierce.

"Bang..." With a low and dull sound, the heavy sword was directly cut on the gloomy right shoulder. Fortunately, the gloomy reaction was timely and resisted with a spiritual sword. Otherwise, Yin Li was probably lost the battle. The gloomy body retreated, his face turned pale, and he took a few deep breaths, extremely He suppressed the blood in his heart, but a trace of blood still overflowed the corners of his mouth. The eyes gradually turned red, and the power of the magic cloud aroused the arrogance and fighting spirit in the fierce heart.

Lei Cang's thoughts have been taken back. Looking at the fierce battle between the dark and the magic cloud on the ring, his heart is slightly condensed. The magic cloud is very powerful. Lei Can even regarded the magic cloud as the strongest opponent in this exchange conference. In the previous battle, the magic cloud was almost finished with a few moves, and Lei Can't see the depth of the magic cloud at all.

"Jin Xingzhan's sixth type!" He shouted in a low voice, and a sword hit the magic cloud, and a sword roared to the magic cloud. After a sword was split, the gloomy body approached the magic cloud again.

"Humph!" Moyun snorted coldly, and the epee in his hand turned, and the wide sword body actually resisted the fierce sword spirit. Suddenly, the pupils of the magic cloud shrank, and a sword spirit had been strongly forced from the right side of the magic cloud. Moyun didn't think about it, and suddenly shouted, "Forbid the magic gang cut the fifth type!" The epee suddenly burst into an aggressive momentum, and the golden-black light turned into a cold light, shrouding the gloom.

"DangDang..."

"Puff!!" The fierce body shot upside down and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the clothes turned into countless fragments, and blood came out all over. The fierce body moved slightly, and immediately stood up with difficulty, picked up the spiritual sword again, and stared at the magic cloud like a wolf.

"Are you sure you still want to play?" Moyun whispered, for Yin Li, Mo Yun had some appreciation in his heart, and there were not many people who could force themselves to use their skills!

He nodded grimly, and his body actually emitted a faint blue light. Suddenly, his body seemed to shoot at the magic cloud with a sword from the string, and shouted in a low voice: "Jin Xingzhan Type 9!" The golden light is in full bloom, and the powerful sword pressure goes to the magic cloud.

Moyun held the epee in both hands. Instead of retreating, he pushed his body towards the gloom. Suddenly, the epee in his hand was full of light and crossed an arc. The demon cloud shouted violently, "Forbid the seventh type!"

"Bum!!" A loud noise that resounded through the sky spread away.

The gloomy body flew backwards again. This time, the gloomy body did not stand up, but lay on the ground, staring at the sky, and knew that he was defeated and completely defeated!! He exhaled turbid breath, resisted the heartbreaking pain brought by his whole body, and whispered in a stern voice, "I lost!" Immediately, he got up with difficulty, walked down from the ring, and sat on the ground.

Moyun took back his epee. After his eyes were rid of Lei Gang, he suppressed the impulse to challenge Lei Gang in his heart and walked down. Mo Yun knew that although he had just defeated it, he had consumed a lot of energy. He did not have much chance of winning against Lei Gang. At this time, the challenge would only be counterproductive.

Lei Cong came to Yin Li's side, took out a reply elixir from the savings ring and put it into the Yin Li's mouth and whispered, "It's reply Dan!" Yin Li opened his eyes, looked at Lei Gan, and said hoarsely, "Thank you, Lei Gan!" Roll your throat, swallow your stomach, and then run "Seven Star Sword Tips"

"The next one!" Huo De sat on the empty floor and shouted.

Jianchen's eyes stared at Lei Gan coldly, but he did not challenge it. Jianchen was not stupid. He knew that his challenge at this time would be unfavorable to him. Although it was very important to wash away the humiliation, the rewards of the top three made Jianchen more crazy.

"I challenge you!" A young disciple's voice sounded, staring at Linggan of Gan Lingzong. A touch of cunning flashed in his eyes. He was just a disciple of a small sect, but he was lucky enough to enter the top 40.

Lingang is a famous face that is extremely ordinary, but a pair of bright eyes are extremely aura. From time to time, his wise eyes flashed. Looking at Zhenshan, Lingang nodded and raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth. How could Lingang not see the intention of Zhenshan?

The war continues, and the elders on the cliff have closed their eyes and slowly wait for the final battle. I'm afraid only the first three battles can arouse their interest.

In this battle, Lingang won.

A day later, nearly half of the top 40 were eliminated.

There are only 20 disciples left on the field, and ten of them are sitting and recovering. They were challenged before and consumed a lot of energy and true energy. Lei Gang still stood in place, Danchen, Lian Xu, Dao Tu, Vio Tao, Wu Dao, and Xu Li stood there, as if he was not in a hurry to challenge. And other disciples also seemed to know the identity of these people and did not challenge them easily.

Jianchen stared at Lei Gan with resentful eyes. Jian Chen was waiting. If the number of people was less, he would challenge Lei Jiang.

On the edge of the empty flat on the cliff, there was suddenly a shadow, which made every master sitting open his eyes and look at the purple-gold figure sitting in front of him. His faces were shocked. Who is this person?

Huo De opened his eyes and looked at the woman sitting next to him. His eyes stared at the woman below faintly. A touch of surprise flashed in his eyes. The temperamental woman immediately felt that a lot of eyes were focused on him. Huo De sighed secretly. As the suzerain of the refinery sect, there was one more person at this time, and naturally he came forward to ask. How can Huo De not know how the person who can suddenly appear here is an ordinary person? How can other suzerains be easily provoked?

"Taoist friend..." Huo De asked, but was pulled by the cold fire around him and looked at Huo cold, who shook his head slightly. Huo De was slightly stunned and immediately looked at the woman in surprise.

"Zi Yun?" A sound of surprise sounded, and Ziyun turned her head slightly, looked at the old man who made a sound, nodded faintly, and then turned her head again.

The major suzerains around them widened their eyes one by one and looked at Ziyun in surprise. Who is this woman? The imperial sword, the patriarch of Jiangmen, didn't answer the question? All eyes focused on the sword at the same time. The sword's face was slightly embarrassed, but there was no intention to blame at all.

After looking at Ziyun in surprise, everyone here slowly closed their eyes...

For a moment, the recovery recovered, and standing there quietly did not move. Unexpectedly, no one was challenging. Everyone was preparing for the next war. This battle can only be won but not lost. So they are all cautious.

Looking left and right at the young masters, they came out violently and glanced at a group of disciples. Many of the disciples who were sitting trembled slightly, for fear that the violence would point at them. Finally, the violent eyes looked at Xu Li of Xu Daozong and whispered, "Would you like to fight with me?"

Xu Li was slightly stunned, and his eyes became a little strange. The previous violent competition made many disciples lingering, and Xu Li was also one of them. At this time, the violence hit himself. If he didn't fight, he would lose his qualification. He didn't be sure to win, and he weighed it left and right. After that, Xu Li sighed and nodded.

An old man in purple sitting on the cliff's eyes became dim, and I'm afraid that the only disciple of Xudao Sect was about to lose the election.

PS: There may be only two update today, and the second one is likely to go to the doctor in the evening. The old man tried his best to update three times and asked for a red ticket...