Seven or eight miles away to the northwest, a temporary arena was opened up, three hundred feet in length and width, with blue light beams as the police line, and the game has been staged to the seventh round.
When the strong confront each other, the outcome is always on the line, especially in the immediate life-and-death fight, which is confined to a small arena. Both sides fight first and strive for a quick victory.
One game after another, the rotation was extremely fast. Except for the first round, the three sides tried to attack. After the thick-browed man sent by Donghua Xianmen barely won the next round, the remaining six rounds were won by the Taiqing Shangpai. Jige actually won four rounds.
Among the four rounds won by Ziji Pavilion, three rounds were held by a purple-faced man alone. Although he was only a monk with a second-rank true essence, his methods were extremely terrifying. There is no suspense, it is completely the advantage of the crushing level.
At this moment, Ziji Pavilion is still in the arena is the purple-clothed scholar who won the previous round. He has a pair of strange long spears in his hands. Every time he uses them, they are ghostly and very strange. He won the seventh round cleanly. .
Looking at his calm and relaxed appearance, he might be like a big purple-faced man again.
The purple-clothed scholar had just killed the Yang Zun strongmen from the Donghua Immortal Gate and the Taiqing Shangpai, then took out a folding fan, swayed it gently, and looked at the Donghua Immortal Gate and the Taiqing Shangpai's purple-clothed camp with ease, Like a beast looking for its prey.
It seemed that the blood of the purple-clothed scholar was so bloody and terrifying that he stood proudly for dozens of breaths, but no one left.
Suddenly, a burly man came out of the Taiqing Shangpai camp, stepped into the arena in a flash, and said with a sneer, "I wanted to wait and see for a while, but since you are so loud, I will send you on your way. Immortal Donghua quickly Come to make up the number."
All the purple-clothed disciples of Donghua Xianmen looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one responded, enduring all kinds of strange gazes.
It is true that the previous few battles were too cruel and fierce, and they saw life and death as soon as they entered the battle, and everyone was really frightened.
Although the terms Xu Nian offered were generous, compared to the risk that had almost climbed to the limit, this temptation was nothing.
What's more, everyone can clearly see the methods of the purple-clothed scholar. His powerful cultivation base of three turns of true essence, combined with those two strange long spears, is so powerful that no one has the confidence to withstand it.
It is not that all the test disciples selected by Donghua Immortal Sect this time are weak, but it is that the purple-faced man in Ziji Pavilion is too monstrous, and the three strongest test disciples of Donghua Immortal Sect were all lost by him. hand.
And after the big purple-faced man left the field, the bearded middle-aged man sent by the Taiqing Shangpai was also cruel.
In seven rounds in a row, Donghua Xianmen killed six people. Those who claimed to be outstanding in cultivation and powerful in combat had all died before their heads.
The sudden death of these people undoubtedly magnified the fear of the disciples of the Donghua Immortal Sect outside the venue.
At this moment, the purple-clothed scholar from the Ziji Pavilion and the burly man from the Taiqing High School both shouted, and the purple-clothed disciples from the Donghua Immortal Sect would rather be humiliated than no one answered, so it is reasonable.
The scene was stalemate for a long time, and Donghua Xianmen couldn't send any disciples to fight for a long time.
Xu Nian was furious, and even pointed at two people, both of them fell to the ground to plead guilty, admitting that their abilities are low, if they end up, it would be a minor crime to lose their lives, but it would be a serious crime to delay the important affairs of the immortal sect.
In fact, at this juncture, where is there any major event in the immortal sect, Xu Nian just asks for someone to fight, and it will be fine to deal with the remaining few rounds.
As for the dispute over the Black Origin Pearl, he no longer had any hope.
However, he couldn't satisfy this little request, and all the purple-clothed disciples of Donghua Xianmen turned into iron-backed turtles.
If no one agrees, then his Donghua Xianmen will become a laughing stock.
Not to mention going back to the gate, the Cheng Xianjun who personally assigned this task has a bad face, just because this matter spreads, his Donghua Immortal Sect will inevitably lose face in front of the other seven immortal sects .
But he said that even the two of them were rejected, Xu Nian was furious, he yelled at him sharply, uttered all threats and intimidation, and used rewards and temptations at the same time.
However, life and death are at stake, and against the backdrop of bloody corpses, the words in Xu Nian's mouth are extremely pale and powerless.
Suddenly, Xu Nian's eyes fixed on Xu Yi, and he pointed at Xu Yi: "You, it's you, hurry up and end the battle. This is a joint decision between me and Master Dongfang. It's about the face of Xianmen. No excuses will be allowed."
A trace of displeasure flashed across Dongfang Tuo's face, but he did not speak after all.
Without waiting for Xu Yi to refuse, Liu Zhenlin took the lead in attacking: "Master Xu, what do you mean by that? Wang Qianqiu was seriously injured by you, and he didn't know the extent of his injuries until now. Sending him to the field is nothing but death. Return half of the Black Origin Orb?"
Xu Nian was furious, and said in a cold voice: "Liu Zhenlin, I'm afraid you have forgotten your identity again. With Master Dongfang and I here, how can you speak? This is a joint decision between Master Dongfang and I, who dares to disobey!"
Liu Zhenlin was already holding back his anger, and said in a dark voice: "Master Xu and Master Dongfang must not know that this Wang Qianqiu is someone He Xianjun likes. When Liu was about to leave, He Xianjun specially asked Liu to take good care of him." This Wang Qianqiu, waiting for the matter of the God Palace, He Xianjun will take this Wang Qianqiu as his personal guard, now Mr. Xu should know Liu's difficulties."
Xu Nian was so angry that his jade face turned purple, he stared at Liu Zhenlin, wishing he could swallow him in one gulp.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Liu Zhenlin had spoken to such an extent that he waited for Ruo Ruo to throw He Xianjun out in public.
Xu Nian dared to attack Liu Zhenlin secretly and secretly sweep He Xianjun's face, but he never dared to despise He Xianjun's authority openly.
Just when Xu Nian was furious and unable to do anything, the purple-clothed scholar in the formation laughed loudly: "Master Xu, since the disciples of the noble family are already frightened, why don't you ask Master Xu to come off in person, and I would like to learn from Master Xu's clever tricks."
All the disputes in the Donghua Xianmen camp have fallen into the eyes of outsiders, and this purple-clothed scholar shouted wildly, not only because of the suggestions from the disciples who are in charge of the sect, but also because he is extremely confident in his own strength.
If Xu Nian is really killed by this challenge, then Cao's reputation will definitely rise.
Having been resigned to the status of a disciple for many years, the purple-clothed scholar knows too well the importance of reputation in the Eight Great Immortals.
However, it was only after the shouts of the warriors in purple clothes settled down that the audience was so quiet that a needle could be heard.
Suddenly, Xu Nian screamed, pointed at the Ziji Pavilion camp, and said angrily, "Yue Ziling, Su Xiuzhong, the two rats want to die!"
Yue Ziling and Su Xiuzhong are the two outer disciples who are in charge of Ziji Pavilion here.
"Brother Xu, why bother to become angry and make such bad words, because there is no one in your Donghua Immortal Sect to fight. At this juncture, you, the helmsman, should come forward. If it is my Ziji Pavilion that makes people frightened, I am the helmsman!" People can’t say it, so they have to end in person.”
The young man in green robe who answered was Xu Yi's old acquaintance, Yue Ziling.