Yuan Fei never wanted to see Shen Lang win the first place.

The strong jealousy in his heart drove him to stop it! If yuan Fei wants to regain the trust of the ancestor of Tianying, he must defeat Shen Lang and kill the humble bastard!

In order to deal with Shen Lang, Yuan Fei also made a big contribution this time. He is ready to fight with Shen Lang when he is competing for the place, so as to let him down!

"Shen Lang, you are not what you used to be! But I'm not a vegetarian either. I will defeat you this time! "

The eyes of Jin Hong are pure, and he swears secretly in his heart. The stronger the waves are, the more they will stir up his war!

Yang Wei glanced at the waves flying down, his eyes flashed with deep fear. Shen Lang, the son of a bitch, is so deep that he hopes he won't meet him.

Wang Sheng, who was unconscious, was carried down, and Shen Lang returned to the field and found a place to rest.

The eyes of a large number of monks gathered on Shen Lang, with a trace of awe in surprise.

Many monks even want to go forward and say hello to Shen lang. Shen Lang releases a strange black whirlwind around him, which makes them unable to get close.

The fighting will continue.

It took more than ten days to finish the first round. Half of the friars were eliminated and half were promoted.

Then the second round went on. After three or four days, it was Shen Lang's turn. This time, his opponent was much weaker, just a friar at the peak of half immortal.

The second wave still didn't start. It was easy to solve the opponent only by using the magic of the holy eye.

The same is true for the third, the fourth, the fifth, and even the sixth.

Shen Lang's magic means are too weird, but his duels are lack of appreciation. When he comes on the stage, he will kill in seconds. No one can see what level Shen Lang's real strength can reach.

With the fighting meeting going on, Shen Lang's field killing stunned all the disciples of the Seven Saints' palace, and even everyone was discussing which friar could walk on Shen Lang's hands for several moves without being killed by seconds

Shen Lang has become the most talked about topic in the martial arts conference.

In the sixth round of the fight, Xia Shaner, Ning Xiaoyao and Bai Weiwei won six battles and won six victories in addition to Shen Lang.

All the descendants of the seven saints have also been successfully promoted.

Finally, the martial arts association went on to the seventh round in full swing. The seventh round was a huge watershed. There were only a thousand monks successfully promoted to this round, and almost all the players had immortal accomplishments.

All the friars are divided into a group. The information of each match is broadcast temporarily. No one knows who his opponent will be. The players have no chance to prepare in advance.

"In the sixty second scene, Xia Shan'er fights Yang Wei!"

Finally, it's Xia Shaner's turn, but her opponent is Yang Wei, the descendant of the seventh sage. Shen Lang frowned and told Xia Shan'er, "Shan'er, Yang Wei's strength is ordinary, but after all, he is a descendant of the seven sages. Maybe there will be powerful magic weapons around him, which is quite difficult. First of all, try your best to see that you can't knock it down. If you don't, retreat or surrender in time. "

Last time I beat Yang Wei up, he must have a grudge. Shen Lang is worried that Yang Wei will vent his anger on Xia Shan'er. He immediately tells her the advantages and disadvantages, so that Xia Shan'er can't be too obsessed with war.

Xia Shan'er understood Shen Lang's idea. Although she didn't want to surrender after killing her, considering that she didn't want Shen Lang to worry about it, she nodded: "Shan'er understood."

"I hate that Yang Wei's opponent is not my girl. Otherwise, I will kill him!"

Ning Xiaoyao's cold eyes flashed a strong killing chance. She took a deep breath and told Xia Shan'er, "Shan'er, you must remember not to be brave, just do what Shen Lang said."

"Good!"

Xia Shan'er nodded slightly.

The duel is about to begin. Yang Wei takes the lead in turning into a golden star and lands on the arena in the center of the square. Xia Shaner also follows him and lands opposite him.

Yang Wei glanced at Xia Shan'er and said with a grim smile, "who should I be? It's you, little girl. Hum, I met benshao this time. It's bad luck for you! "

After that, Yang Wei took the initiative and prepared to teach Shen Lang's younger martial sister a lesson, which was a little revenge for Shen Lang.

"Earth magic, leaf dance storm!"

Yang Wei opened his mouth and spewed out a whirlpool of blue storm, which turned into a huge blue tornado, and went to kill Xia Shan'er.

There are tens of thousands of blue filaments in the tuyere, which contain a strong destructive force!

"The sixth terrace magic, Tianxin sword array!"

Seeing the blue storm coming from Yang Wei's release, Xia Shan'er's eyes were cold and her mouth was open to make a coquettish sound. Ninety nine Tianxin flying swords broke out and turned into countless white sword rains.

The sword rain, like a river turned over, converged into a huge white whirlpool of sword rain, and hit the blue tornado with the potential of destroying the dead and pulling the dead.

"Boom!"

The whirlpool of white sword rain collided with the blue tornado, and the dense and dull explosion made people's ears tingle and deaf.

Xia Shaner's Tianxin sword array is beyond imagination. The released whirlpool of sword rain suppresses the blue tornado. Like the expanding marshmallow, it spreads towards Yang Wei.

"Impossible!"

Yang Wei took a breath of cold air. He thought Xia Shan'er was a soft persimmon. How could he know that the girl was so powerful that the released spirit could stabilize her attack?

Xia Shaner's Tianxin sword array is the skill in the secret code of Xuannv. With the power of this Xinjian array, her combat power is even better than that of ordinary friars in the middle of the immortal! Yang Wei's accomplishments are only in the early stage of human beings and immortals. He has a general talent and understanding. In fact, his strength is not so strong. Relying on the blood of the Seven Sages, his combat power is at most comparable to that of ordinary friars in the middle stage of human beings and immortals, which is far from the level of fighting against friars in the later stage of human beings and immortals.

"Ziyun mirror, open it!"

Yang Wei saw that the white sword rain whirlpool was spreading. He was very worried. In a hurry, he offered a purple mirror the size of a palm, and he entered a huge amount of chaotic power into the mirror.

"Buzz!"

The purple light of the mirror rose sharply, and a large amount of purple fog was released from the mirror, which protected Yang Wei's body like the purple clouds.

"Dong Dong!"

A lot of sword rain hit the purple cloud, just as heavy objects hit cotton, making a dull explosion.

This mysterious purple cloud can even resolve attack power! Xia Shan'er's countless sword rains released from the heaven spreading Xin sword array were blocked by purple clouds, and Yang Wei could not be hurt at all.

"It's worthy of the purple cloud mirror. It's really easy to use!"

Yang Wei was secretly happy.

This purple cloud mirror is the best immortal tool given by his father Yang He. It belongs to the rare mirror type pure defense immortal tool, which is much more precious than the ordinary one. Yang He is also a face lover. He doesn't want to see his stupid son at the bottom of the list of the Seven Saints. He simply gives him a self-defense magic weapon and orders Yang Wei to get a good place.