"Boom!"
As soon as Nie Changkong showed the same mind skill of heaven and ghosts, the sky was darkened. Even though he was completely plunged into darkness, there was no brilliance. It was all ghost gas, as if all ghosts came out together.
Over him, countless ghost patterns gathered and turned into a huge heavenly ghost, with green face, tusks, big bald head, green eyes, sharp nose, ghost King knife in hand, and unparalleled power.
"Roar!" The heavenly ghost looked like the wind of the emperor, and issued a fierce roar, emitting a cold and violent atmosphere, just like a killing God.
"Do ghosts share the same mind?"
The wind did not change, frowned slightly, and soon calmed down. He stepped on the void and rolled the endless golden light. Before it was near, he put his hand out and clapped it at the ghost.
The heavenly ghost also rushed out at this moment. The ghost King's knife cut into the hands of the wind and collided with each other. It was a loud noise, deafening, and everyone was surprised.
The wind does not change the Huangdao Zhenyuan skill, and Nie Changkong's heavenly ghost Tongxin skill is also strong. It is the extreme evolution of the ghost Dao and the emperor Dao. All kinds of terrible forces rush out, shake the space and shake the battle platform.
"Integration!"
But the wind didn't change. At this time, he suddenly roared and rushed to the ghost that day. Unexpectedly, he perfectly melted into a mention. The ghost of heaven is him, and he is the ghost of heaven.
This is the true power of heaven ghost concentric skill!
"Kill!"
The sky Ghost has the weather that the wind does not melt. It controls the ghost King knife and fiercely strikes the wind. The ghost gas and murderous gas are rampant and soar into the sky. The space seems to crack under the ghost King knife.
However, the wind does not change the emperor's way. Zhenyuan skill is also a high-level divine skill. It shows the emperor's way, just like the common Lord of the world, who is in charge of heaven and earth, wants to kill and dare to violate all his existence.
Boom, boom! Boom, boom!
The two attacked and attacked together, and the loud noise continued. The ghost gas and golden light rushed up, like a pillar of heaven, sweeping the four directions. The battle platform rang for it. The scene was terrible and amazing.
Blood splashed from the two men, but neither Feng Buhua nor Nie Changkong stopped and attacked each other forcefully and pointlessly.
"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
Nie Changkong sees that he can't suppress the wind. His green eyes are burning and his breath is violent. He holds the ghost king sword in both hands, runs the ghost Qi and displays the Dao.
This is a ten fold sword, which contains the power of ghosts.
With a knife, it was like a thousand ghosts whistling and fiercely splitting into the wind.
"Bang!"
The wind did not turn strong to resist, but was split and flew out. The luster of his body was dimmed, and there was blood seeping out of his palm.
"Well, the wind doesn't melt. You asked for it."
Looking at the blood in his hand, the wind did not turn, his face was iron blue, and his eyes flashed cold light and ruthlessness. He immediately pinched his hands, and countless runes evolved.
It blooms a sacred atmosphere, as if he were aboveboard and solemn. He is like an emperor, who controls power and looks down at the world. His eyes are full of dignity, which makes people feel like kneeling down.
"Holy Spirit skill!"
"The wind doesn't melt. You can use the Holy Spirit."
"It seems that Nie Changkong has pushed him to the limit."
"This is an ancient art. Nie Changkong was defeated by this art at the beginning."
Everyone knows about Feng Buhua very well, and they also know some of the skills and spells he practices. What's more, it's the famous art of Feng Buhua, the art of the Holy Spirit?
Therefore, when he performed this technique, everyone was surprised.
"This ancient method is so strong." Lu Chen was also surprised that the Tianyang sword he practiced was also an ancient method, but he felt that it was not as powerful as the Holy Spirit.
"Feng Buhua has defeated countless strong enemies with this skill." Wang Chun said.
"So Nie Changkong is sure to lose?" Lu Chen asked.
"Almost." Wang Chun nodded.
Lu Chen didn't ask much when he heard his words, but instead looked at Nie Changkong. However, he found that Feng Buhua had attacked him. He was magnificent. He was like a God coming. There was suffocating power raging out between his hands and feet.
But at this time, Nie Changkong laughed: "the wind does not melt, you finally perform this skill. Unfortunately, this time, you will fail."
After saying this, Nie Changkong threw out the ghost King's knife, and then pinched it with both hands. Countless ghost patterns and ghost symbols appeared. One was divided into five. He went east, West, North and south, and gathered together in five directions.
In a moment, five huge ghosts gathered together, one golden, one black, one green, one fiery red and one yellow. They were the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. They all held a ghost King knife and roared, emitting powerful ghost power, which was the breath of heaven and God.
In addition, the wind does not turn me, that is, the six strong gods!
"This is a five element ghost!"
"Oh, my God, every ghost has the cultivation of the realm of heaven and God. Its strength is strong. The wind is not changed. I'm in trouble this time."
"I didn't expect Nie Changkong to hide such cards. No wonder he said that he would lose to him."
Everyone was surprised when they saw this. The elder with vision immediately recognized the Five ghosts summoned by Nie Changkong.
"That's great."
Lu Chen was also frightened and frowned. The five elements ghost contains the power of the five elements. Each statue has the cultivation of the realm of heaven and God, and its strength is strong. It's one against six against Nie Changkong!
Like Zhou Luxiong and Zhenye, their faces were also dignified and terrible. They thought to themselves that they were not sure that Nie Changkong would win.
"It seems that we will lose this time."
They sighed and looked at the wind.
"Five elements ghost?"
Feng Buhua's expression was unprecedented heavy. The power felt by the five elements ghost made his forehead green and twitch, but he knew that he had no way back now, so he had to kill it with the magic of the Holy Spirit.
"Five ghosts, kill me!"
Nie Changkong smiled grimly and roared fiercely, rolling up endless ghost Qi. His body moved, and the five element ghost immediately moved forward to show the power of the five elements. The ghost King knife in his hand was also stained with the light of the five elements, which mercilessly cut into the wind.
"Boom, boom!"
Feng Buhua waved his fists and hit down like a mountain to resist the ghost King's knife and the five elements ghost. But Nie Changkong and the five elements ghost together are the six strong people in the heaven and God realm. They are extremely powerful and surround him.
The ghost spirit surged like an abyss like the sea, completely enveloping the glory of the wind. The whole battle platform fell into darkness, whining incessantly, as if it had been occupied by thousands of ghosts.
A loud noise came out. Nie Changkong held the ghost King's knife and cut down strongly. The five elements ghost also attacked and attacked at the same time, showing strong power. The wind did not turn into a body, the body shook, and blood overflowed from his mouth.
"The wind doesn't change. You lost this war!" Nie Changkong said with a grim smile.
"No way!" Feng Buhua bit his blood teeth and roared. He hasn't lost since his cultivation. Feng Buhua was a defeated general of his former subordinates. How can he be willing to lose to each other?
"In that case, I'm not polite."
Nie Changkong narrowed his eyes when he heard the speech. The cold light was sharp and his expression was cold. He waved the ghost King knife, followed by the five elements ghost, and the attack wind did not turn his head, shoulders, back and chest.
The blood immediately splashed out from all parts of fengbuhua. Knife marks appeared on the shoulders and chest. The blood flowed out and gave off pungent blood gas.
"Ah!" The wind didn't turn into pain, but clenched his teeth, looked at Nie Changkong reluctantly, and tried to urge the Holy Spirit to resist.
"Stubborn."
Nie Changkong sneered and forced the ghost King's knife to cut off. The five elements of ghosts were shot out one after another. Feng Buhua was hit immediately. There was a bang, and then he was severely hit and flew out.
"Poof!" He, who was lying on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood and showed the color of pain on his face, but his eyes looked at Nie Changkong and showed his reluctance.
"You lost." Nie Changkong said faintly.
Falling from the sky, his hands rolled up, and the five elements of ghosts disappeared one by one, as if they had never appeared. Only the ghost King knife was still in his hand.
"Cough, cough, this is your biggest card, but I'm not reconciled!" Feng Buhua coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, stared at Nie Changkong and said with a hate voice.
"Become a king and defeat an enemy. Now you are an enemy and I am the king." Nie Changkong said coldly.
"Well, Nie Changkong, the disciple of the God of war sword sect, won. The wind doesn't melt. Go down and heal yourself." Du Xuan suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the seriously injured Feng Buhua. There was a ripple in his expression.
The elders of all major forces are no exception. Feng Buhua was originally a strong candidate for the first place, but he was defeated by Nie Changkong, which was beyond their expectation.
The most important thing is that Nie Changkong's five elements ghosts are really powerful. They all have the cultivation achievements of the realm of heaven and God. Who can defeat them?
Cao Zhendao, the elder of the East Imperial Palace, looked gloomy. Looking at his pale face and the wind covered with knife wounds, he opened his mouth and wanted to scold, but finally he was silent.
"Go down and heal."
Finally, Cao Zhendao sighed softly and let the wind not melt down to heal his wounds, because he knew it was not his fault. Nie Changkong's five element ghost was so powerful.
"Nie Changkong won most of Dabi, the external disciple of the top ten forces this time."
"Yes, even Feng Buhua was defeated. I'm afraid it's difficult for Zhenye of the Buddha Kingdom and Zhou Luxiong of the Wu League to defeat him. As for Hongtian of the Eastern Imperial Palace and Lu Chen of the divine sword sect, although they are strong, they only have the cultivation of zhenshenjing after all, and there is almost no chance of winning."
"I didn't expect this result. It's really surprising."
The external disciples of all major forces are whispering. In their view, Nie Changkong has become the uncrowned king.
Zhenye and Zhou Luxiong were silent, but Hongtian was dissatisfied. Lu Chen didn't speak, but he frowned.
"Well, now I'd like to announce the list of people who will enter the second round of competition. I'd like to congratulate you on your qualification to enter the second round of competition." Du Xuan suddenly said.
"Yes!"
Lu Chen bowed slightly to Du Xuan.
"It's getting late. The second round of competition will be held tomorrow. Take a night off first." Xuandu said.
"Take orders!"
Lu Chen and five people have no opinion.
At sunset, Tianzun mountain fell into darkness.
Tianzun mountain under the night sky is like a great demon God standing between heaven and earth.
I was speechless all night.
The next day arrived.
As the sun rises eastward, the sun shines brightly, like a golden glow falling, making Tianzun mountain seem to be bathed in a golden ocean.
The elders of the ten forces gathered around the platform again.
Du Xuan stood at the front of the battle platform and said in a loud voice, "five of you come forward to draw lots, including Zi Hongtian, a brother-in-law of the Eastern Emperor, Zhenye, a disciple of the Buddhist kingdom, Zhou Luxiong, a disciple of the Wumeng, Lu Chen, a disciple of the Shenjian sect, and Nie Changkong, a disciple of the Shendao sect."
"Yes!"
Lu Chen five respectfully stepped forward and drew lots again.
After smoking, Du Xuan said, "because there are five people in the second round of competition, and there is only one left. Therefore, after the discussion between the poor monk and your sect elders, it is unanimously decided that the disciple lunkong who wins the first lot will directly enter the third round of competition, and compete with the other two winners to compete for the top three disciples of the ten forces in the divine world."
With these words, Du Xuan's eyes swept over Lu Chen's five people and asked, "do you have any opinions?"