Chapter 1807: Worship the moon

The first thousand eight hundred and eight chapters worship the moon

"Dou Xiao."

The silver-haired young man hovered his feet on the surface of the ring, his original indifferent eyes stared at Zhuo Bufan, faintly pierced with a sharp light that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"Zhuo Bufan."

Zhuo Bufan held his fists politely and was able to defeat many challengers. Standing here, he definitely has not weak strength, so he should be respected naturally.

"I know it is difficult to defeat you, but I hope you will do your best. This is a respect for me." Dou Xiao said slowly, with a strong sense of war in his voice.

After Zhuo Bufan froze for a while, he immediately called out the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, held it in his hand, and used his full strength, which was also a kind of respect for his opponent.

"Okay, don't think I'm the miscellaneous fish." Dou Xiao saw the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, his eyes suddenly became sharp, after all, in the previous battle, Zhuo Bufan didn't even take out his weapon.

Whoosh!

As soon as the voice fell, Dou Xiao's body was violently surging, and the figure turned into a stream of light. The spear in his hand shook, and the tip of the gun pierced the air, creating a sound of breaking wind. The strong airflow covered the gun body, and the surface of the gun body formed several sharp waves A bit of cold light shot straight towards Zhuo Bufan's face with the reverse air current.

The powerful and violent true essence surged out, and before the gun arrived, the powerful true essence had already smashed several cracks into the ground of the ring.

Keng!

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan blocked the Ice Emperor Rain Sword against his chest, and the tip of the spear formed a small whirlpool, and it was spotted on the Ice Emperor Rain Sword's sword. It suddenly exploded, and a fierce true essence suddenly burst and spread out. The gas exploded, and the light shivering over the ring trembled.

Chi Chi...

At the same time, Zhuo Bufan's feet rubbed the solid stone surface of the ring, and he forcibly made two deep gullies, retreated a few meters away, and stopped just before he stopped.

"Jiaolong Spear!"

Suddenly, Dou Xiao was full of silver hair flying. It was obvious that facing a strong opponent like Zhuo Bufan, he no longer had any reservations, and the superiority of the galaxy-level senior monk's vigorous true essence was thoroughly revealed.

The silver spear in his hand swung out a piece of silver light, and the wind roared over the sky, and immediately, an extremely sharp silver light burst out from the silver light, like a roaring flood dragon, almost tearing the world apart.

A faintly vivid dragon covered Dou Xiao and the silver spear, and the spearman became one. For a time, the eyes of many spectators gathered on him, revealing a look of fear. It seemed that Dou Xiao was about to explode his best. Strong blow.

"Worship the moon."

Facing the roaring and moaning silver dragon, Zhuo Bufan's pupils shrank slightly, and then he exploded with two **** of brilliant light, his feet slammed on the ground, and spider silk cracks spread under his feet, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand pointed directly towards He slashed away at the silver dragon.

The dazzling sword glow is like a crooked moon, shining to the extreme.

Two equally powerful gun shadows and sword lights collided in the air, bursting out dazzling rays of light.

For a while, the dazzling light burst and filled the ring.

Almost all the onlookers held their breath and stared at the light in the ring without blinking. After a while, a figure in the light burst directly and fell heavily on the rock surface of the ring, smashing a deep pit. , Smoke and dust are everywhere.

The other figure was standing in the air, with an unrivaled aura.

"I lost..." The figure in the deep pit lay in the center, and the corner of his mouth with a wisp of blood evoked a bitter arc, slowly and authentically.

Immediately, in the sky, a silver light fell from the sky, inserted into the stone surface next to it, and a silver gun trembled slightly.

That sharp figure in the air was Zhuo Bufan, unscathed.

The people who witnessed Zhuo Bufan's strength took another breath. Dou Xiao and Zhuo Bufan also squeezed into the finals of the group stage. Both of them were not weak, but Dou Xiao didn't even hurt Zhuo Bufan. When they arrived, they lost. This result also surprised many people.

What Zhuo Bufan was using just now was the fifth form of "Worshiping the Moon" in the nine swords against the sky. It’s just that Zhuo Bufan is just a first glimpse of the way, but Zhuo Bufan discovered that the "Cold Qi Zhenyuan" and "Worshiping the Moon" in his body Has an extremely good auxiliary effect, a sword like the cold of the moon, with an unmatched effect.

"The four teams have all gone through the knockout rounds. Now that the group champions have been produced, the next is the final championship duel. Give you three hours to rest, and then start the final finals."

Su Yuanfan's voice faintly resounded throughout the valley.

"Young Master Zhuo, congratulations..."

"Shao Zhuo, congratulations, to get the first place in the group stage, there must be a great reward for seven of them..."

Zhuo Bufan returned to the camp of the Blue Star cultivator, with endless compliments, Zhuo Bufan arched his hands with a sullen expression and dealt with it.

All the champions of the group stage have been born. The first group is a young man named ‘Di Yi’, who is not well-known. After a lot of hard work, he won the group championship.

The second group is a woman, who is actually Qian Zhimo.

The third group, Duanmu Jinglin, Daojun defeated Duanmu Jinglin, unexpectedly did not win the group championship.

However, the magic talent displayed by the Daoist makes many people feel amazing, and many people even believe that if the Daoist is given time, one day he will surpass Duanmu Jinglin.

"I wanted to fight with you. I don't seem to have this chance now." Daojun came to Zhuo Bufan, with a faint smile on his mouth. He didn't feel annoyed by the loss, and smiled.

"There are still many opportunities in the future." Zhuo Bufan smiled faintly.

"If you are facing the upper end of the wood Jinglin, you have to be careful, that guy's strength... is very strong." Daojun slowly said, as if to remind Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan nodded. Of course, he would not underestimate Duanmu Jinglin. After all, in terms of talent, Duanmu Jinglin can sit on the position of the first genius of the Seven Sects, and with the powerful resources of the Duanmu family, his strength is naturally self-explanatory. Metaphor.

Thinking of Duanmu Jinglin putting pressure on himself in public in Dayan City, even making himself kneel down to apologize, Zhuo Bufan's heart burst into flames, and he wanted to repair Duanmu Jinglin severely.

It's just that at that time, he didn't have the capital to challenge Duanmu Jinglin, but now, the outcome is hard to say.

In the audience seats, many clan chiefs and senior officials of the Seven Sects were quite surprised by Zhuo Bufan’s dark horse. You must know that this new disciple of the ring is just a process, and there have been some new geniuses who just passed it. It's just the knockout rounds, as Zhuo Bufan entered the final finals, which hadn't appeared in hundreds of years.

"This little guy is the one who broke through the records of the Metamorphosis Pool and the Blood Demon Pool?"

In the middle of the auditorium, an old man sitting in the first place, like a dying old man, slowly said, with a pair of small eyes shining with thick brilliance, this old man who looks like an ordinary old man, no one dares to look down , He is the master of the seven sects, the seventh elder of the Xuanjie Sect.