"Six Suns Open the Sky!"
Yang Qingxuan let out a soft cry. Six blazing suns condensed in front of him, turning into a fireball that looked like the rising sun.
"Hey! You're Yang Qingxuan! "
Yuan Kui's eyes widened. Looking at the familiar move, he was so shocked that he couldn't think.
He relied on the uniqueness of his Martial Soul to reach his current level by devouring the three-headed Taotie subspecies.
What about Yang Qingxuan? What did he have?
Yuan Kui was shocked and angry. He didn't expect Yang Qingxuan to appear and save his life. Endless jealousy surged in his heart, making him gnash his teeth in hatred.
"Boom!"
The rising sun was like fire, blasting on the Ghost Domain, igniting all the darkness and sweeping away all the Yin energy in the hall.
The surroundings of the main hall were ablaze with raging flames, illuminating Yang Qingxuan's slender figure.
"Give me back the ancestral item!"
Lance's face was distorted. He roared at the top of his lungs and rushed over.
The daggers in his hands flashed, like two fangs in the hall, biting down.
"Ancestral item? Haha, how many years has it been? The item here has become ownerless. It belongs to whoever gets it first. "
Yang Qingxuan chuckled. With his left hand behind his back, his right hand grabbed the air. Nanming's Distant Fire Sword fell and swept out.
"Three Thousand Hellfire!"
"Bang!"
The sword blocked the daggers, and a powerful shockwave spread out.
The roaring red flames tore at Lance's body, causing him great pain.
Nanming's Distant Fire Sword transformed into a Qilin figure. He roared and grabbed the daggers with both hands, constantly attacking Lance's body and shaking him off.
"Bang!"
The sword and daggers exploded with a powerful light, and the two were shaken off. They were evenly matched!
"Give me the ancestral item! Kill! Kill! "
Lance's eyes turned red. He rushed forward, and the daggers were like fangs. They danced in the air, piercing through the cold light.
Lance's wings were imbued with powerful wind-elemental power. When he spread his wings, his speed was extremely fast. It was impossible to capture him.
A large cloud of mist exploded under the flapping of the black wings, and the entire hall was instantly shrouded in a cloud of mist.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
A series of sounds of weapons clashing rang out in the air.
Yang Qingxuan wielded his sword with one hand, sending out beams of light that interweaved into an impenetrable sword net, blocking all of the attacks.
Yang Qingxuan's Fiery Golden Eyes pierced through the layers of the void. Deep within his black pupils, specks of gold were constantly flowing out, like stars shining in the night sky, resplendent and magnificent.
No matter how fast Lance was, it was impossible for him to escape his eyes.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
In the blink of an eye, another hundred moves had passed.
The thick clouds obscured the two figures. Only the crimson sword light could be seen flashing continuously, as bright as fireworks. At the same time, he would occasionally release a huge murderous aura that was as cold as a fiend.
Yuan Kui watched from the side, his eyes filled with shock. Suddenly, a huge sense of defeat rose from the bottom of his heart.
He had spared no effort to get the three Taotie mutants. He had originally thought that after devouring them, he would be the best among his peers. Not to mention getting the first place in the Firmament Martial Arts Symposium, he would at least be in the top ten.
Who would have thought that in such an ancient hall, he would meet two peers who were above him?
Not to mention the Yaksha Tribe, Yang Qingxuan's combat strength had always been superior to his since they were in the Black Sea. He had originally thought that when they met again, it would be the death of his opponent. However, he had never expected that he would still be defeated by his opponent after fighting so hard!
For a moment, Yuan Kui was a little absent-minded.
The fight between Yang Qingxuan and Lance had reached a white-hot level. Lance's eyes were red, and the more he fought, the more irritable he became. In the end, he completely lost his order and relied on his speed and ferocity to fight.
Yang Qingxuan, on the other hand, was calmer and calmer.
Every time he stabbed with his sword, it was as if he was practicing, exerting his sword essence to the extreme.
One was fast, one was slow, one was moving, one was still, one was bright, one was dark.
Two completely opposite styles, completely opposite forces, representing two extremes, constantly collided in the air.
"Bam!"
Blazing flames exploded, and dark clouds rushed in all directions.
A look of madness flashed across Lance's eyes. He suddenly flapped his huge wings, and his entire body merged with the sharp Qi of the dagger, piercing through space.
"Cloud Curbing!"
"Creak! Creak! "
Wherever he passed, space was torn and shattered, emitting ear-piercing sounds.
Lance's body was full of killing intent, and his speed exceeded the speed of light. He was like a bat gliding in the dark night, charging forward.
Yang Qingxuan withdrew his sword and stood upright. He raised his right arm, and immediately, the sand expanded, emitting an infinite desolate aura, like an ancient giant beast slowly awakening.
"Eight Desolates Return to Nothingness!"
Yang Qingxuan punched out, and endless Desolates Qi rushed out, scattering the clouds and turning everything into dust.
"Bam!"
The ancient Desolates Qi collided with the sharp Qi, and a terrifying energy exploded, reverberating in the hall.
The hall was on the verge of collapse, shaking the walls, and emitting an ancient ancient sound.
"Buzz! Buzz! "
Under the constant vibrations, two figures shot out from the shockwave.
"Pfft!"
Lance finally could not withstand it, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His transformed state rapidly shrank, and he returned to his normal true form.
Yang Qingxuan's Qi and blood were also shaken, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
As the hall's Qi trembled and weakened, the entire hall suddenly quieted down, falling into a strange silence and balance.
Lance stared at Yang Qingxuan with a pair of angry eyes without blinking.
Yang Qingxuan, on the other hand, was wary of Lance, and also had to be wary of Yuan Kui.
Yuan Kui, on the other hand, was in a daze. The huge sense of defeat made him appear extremely dejected.
At this moment, a wave of cold air came from outside the hall, like a steel blade cutting through the sky, causing pain on one's skin.
More than ten disciples rushed in from outside the hall. They were all dressed in the same color, and the image of a divine blade was engraved on their chests.
Yang Qingxuan glanced at them, and thought to himself, "It's the disciples of the Blade Region."
From the beginning of the mixed competition until now, only the top 24 sects could retain such complete members.
Yuan Kui's expression changed slightly as he stared at the people from the Blade Region. His dejected expression was immediately swept away, and his eyes were cold.
"It's indeed a large hall."
The person in the front was the leader of the disciples from the Blade Region, Dao Jinghuan. His gaze was like a blade, sweeping across the hall, and landed on Yemo Tian in shock. He then retracted his gaze, and stared at the three people in the hall.
The other disciples spread out, blocking the entrance of the hall.
Dao Jinghuan coldly glanced at the three of them, his right hand holding the saber at his waist, and said coldly, "Take out all the treasures you obtained in the hall, then kneel at the side and wait for your punishment."
The tyranny and pressure of a top sect was undeniable.
Dao Jinghuan's words were like their auras, and the sabers in their hands, emitting a cold intent, wanting to completely shatter the opponent's dignity, aura, and even personality.
A disciple pointed at Yuan Kui and said, "Senior Brother Jinghuan, this person seems to be a disciple of the Zhan Ling Sect."
Dao Jinghuan sneered, "So what if he's from the Zhan Ling Sect? Can the 24 sects be compared with our Blade Region? Those who don't kneel will be killed without mercy! "
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