The Strongest Qi Refiner

The venue where the Dragon Slaying Pavilion was located was sluggish and heavy at this time.

Yuan Hao, who was seriously injured and in a coma, was placed on the ground, Yuan Jing grabbed one of his arms, instilled True Qi into it, and performed emergency treatment.

The surrounding brothers and sisters saw several parts of Yuan Hao's upper body that were sunken, and they only felt chills in their hearts and red eyes.

The opponent's attack...it's too heavy.

This is not the scale that a hundred sects should have!

"puff!"

During the treatment, Yuan Hao suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yuan Jing, who was blocking Yuan Hao's body with his infuriating energy, had a pale face and his hands were shaking.

This is his most beloved direct disciple.

Since Yuan Jing had no heirs, Yuan Hao was even raised by him as his own son.

But now, Yuan Hao was seriously injured.

This made Yuan Jing's anger ignite, and it was difficult to restrain.

"Second match, Jian'er, come on!"

Yuan Jing suddenly raised his head and looked at Murong Jian who was standing beside him.

At this moment, Murong Jian was also looking at Yuan Hao, his face covered with frost.

Hearing Yuan Jing's words, Murong Jian nodded lightly and said, "Uncle Jing, I will definitely avenge Yuan Hao."

"The second test is about to start. Please send their respective disciples to the stage."

The referee's voice soon came.

In the audience, it was still very lively.

After the first small game, no one dared to underestimate the Ziyan Palace.

At the same time, everyone was guessing whether Murong Sword would be dispatched in the second small field of Zhanlong Pavilion.

"It's time for Murong Jian to play! Junior Brother was injured so badly!"

"I think he is definitely going to get involved in this game. Junior Brother was injured so badly, how can he find his way back..."

"Yes, this is the Northern Capital. It's the home of Dragon Slaying Pavilion. You can't lose both games... If you're eliminated in the top 50, that would be a joke."

Amidst the discussion, Xiumei was dispatched again from Ziyan Palace.

It seems that before losing a game, Ziyan Palace will not send other disciples to the stage!

After Xiumei took the stage, everyone's attention was focused on the other side of the competition stage.

In the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, will Murong Jian be sent to play?

Two seconds later, a figure flew into the sky and landed ten meters in front of Xiumei.

This person is dressed in light blue clothes, handsome and heroic.

From the point of view of temperament, he is much stronger than Yuan Hao who appeared on stage last time.

His appearance caused a stir in the audience.

Everyone knows that this person is very likely to be the second in the current list, the first arrogant of Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Murong Jian!

"I am Murong Jian, and I will seek justice for my junior brother." Murong Jian raised his hands and gave Xiumei a simple salute.

Xiumei looked indifferent and did not respond.

"clang!"

At this time, the bell rang!

Murong Jian no longer made any unnecessary actions, and rushed directly towards Xiumei.

In the process of rushing towards Xiumei, he drew out the long sword from his waist.

Under the sunlight, you can see a silver light flashing when the blade is unsheathed.

"call out!"

Murong Jian rushed in front of Xiumei and slashed out.

The sharp blade slashed across the sky, causing a harsh whistling sound.

Xiumei's neck crooked, easily dodging the cut.

But Murong Jian's reaction was even quicker. When the blade fell, it moved smoothly in the direction of Xiumei's neck.

There was still no expression on Xiumei's face, she immediately lowered her waist, her upper body fell straight to the ground, and under the extremely small gap, she avoided the sword.

At the same time, she lifted her left foot.

Murong Jian's eyes narrowed, and his left arm moved down.

"boom!"

Physical contact, a muffled sound.

The two sides each withdrew a distance of a few meters.

Murong Jian looked at Xiumei in front of him, his eyes awe-inspiring.

"The seventh form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art, the Dragon Slaying Nine Swords!"

Murong Jian grabbed the hilt of the long sword in both hands and threw it into the sky.

The long sword immediately floated above his head.

"Om..."

There was a sound of sword cries, and the long sword spun rapidly in the air.

The speed of the long sword's rotation was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye, and only one after another sword shadow flashed.

"Senior Brother Murong actually used the seventh form..." Under the stage, all the disciples in the Dragon Slaying Pavilion showed shocking expressions on their faces.

The seventh form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art is the most powerful and the most difficult one to comprehend in this set of sword art.

Among the disciples of their generation, only Murong Jian has mastered it to the greatest extent. The other disciples didn't even comprehend the fur.

Murong Jian directly used the seventh form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art, obviously not wanting to give the opponent any chance.

He wants to quickly defeat that woman, rectify the name of Dragon Slaying Pavilion, and avenge his junior brother Yuan Hao!

"Om..."

The sound of swordsmen continued.

At this time, the long sword above Murong Jian's head had turned into nine long swords instead of the previous one.

These nine long swords, with a touch of red infuriating energy on their blades, are shaking slightly.

Every long sword exudes amazing sword intent and extremely sharp sword energy.

"Sky Spinning Slash!"

Murong Jian stood on the spot, imposing manner.

At the same time, two of the long swords above his head flashed out with a bang.

The two long swords chased each other, forming a vortex and falling in front of Murong Jian.

"go!"

Murong Jian slapped forward with both palms.

"boom!"

The two long swords formed a cyclone of sword winds, rushing towards Xiumei!

In this gust of wind, every gust of wind can cut everything, extremely sharp!

Xiumei stood in the same place, her palms staggered in front of her, a large amount of gray gas condensed in her hands, and she slammed the sword wind blowing in front of her!

"boom!"

The ash gas exploded, and the powerful might blasted above the sword wind in front of him.

The two long swords were forcibly cracked and flew out.

At this time, Xiumei turned into a phantom, her figure flashed, she grabbed the two long swords in the air, and twisted her hands hard!

"Crack!"

In just a few seconds, the two long swords were forcibly broken and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Murong Jian's expression did not change, but his eyes flashed with surprise.

But he didn't stop attacking there.

"Tianfang Sword Gang!"

Murong Jian recited a magic formula, and his hands raised a ball of blue light, slamming towards Xiumei!

Xiumei did not dodge.

The blue light just banged on Xiumei's body, but it didn't make any sound.

Like a layer of faint gas, attached to Xiumei's body.

At the same time, the six long swords above Murong Jian's head quickly charged towards Xiumei!

Instead of attacking Xiumei directly, they spun around Xiumei's body!

"bass!"

A burst of intense blue light appeared.

During the rotation of the six long swords, a sword gang formation was formed, and Xiumei was locked in it.

Xiumei snorted coldly and wanted to raise her hand.

At this time, one of the swords in the Sword Gang formation glowed with light.

"Ah!"

With a crisp sound, Xiumei's hands were subjected to an extremely powerful suppressing force, and she just couldn't lift it up!

At this time, Xiumei's expression finally changed.

She frowned, gritted her teeth, and completely released the breath on her body!

But at this time, Murong Jian, who was not far from her, had already grasped the last long sword.

"The first form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art, Slash the Dragon!"

Murong Jian held the hilt in both hands and rushed towards Xiumei's position.

"what……"

The veins on Xiumei's forehead were straight up, and she let out a roar.

She wants to break free from the shackles of the Sword Gang!

But in a short period of time, it simply cannot be done!

Among the six long swords, there is an extremely powerful coercion!

In an instant, Murong Jian had already rushed in front of Xiumei and jumped up!

The long sword in his hand, the blade ignited a red flame!

This blow is the same as Yuan Hao's blow just now!

The first form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art, Slaying the Dragon!

The blade slashed in the air, and Xiumei, who was locked by the sword gang, had to raise her head, her face grim!

But she can't escape!

"Boom!"

In the next second, there is an explosion!

A strong ray of light appeared, and a burst of might spread around.

The entire competition stage, even the ground is shaking!

In the audience's field of vision, they could clearly see that a figure flew out of it and fell directly on the ground below the competition stage, rolling for several laps before stopping.

The light dissipated.

On the competition stage, only Murong Jian was left, holding a long sword and standing upright.

There was a deep slash on the competition stage, which was made of extremely hard materials.

"Wow……"

After a few seconds of silence, exclamations sounded from all around.

It really deserves to be the second Murong Sword on the list!

The ruthless and powerful female disciple of Ziyan Palace was defeated just like that!