"Fellow Daoist Mo Yu, please!" Zhang Ze bowed.

Mo Yu was slightly stunned and nodded slightly, but without waiting for him to say more, there was already a powerful aura in Zhang Ze's body that exploded suddenly!

boom--

There was nothingness all over the body, and a large fog suddenly surged out, rolling and emitting a chill, directly submerging Mo Yu's figure.

Zhang Ze was happy when he saw this, and his eyes flashed with sarcasm, then turned into ferociousness, reached out and pointed his hand and shouted loudly, "Condensed and turned into ice!"

Click—

Click—

The fog shrank wildly, and in a blink of an eye, a large piece of ice condensed, which was not transparent and milky. A layer of white frost spreads outwards quickly along the stone slabs on the ground, emitting a chill, causing the temperature of the space to drop wildly.

The eyes fell, and through the milky white icy, you could vaguely see a standing figure among them, which was Mo Yu.

"Hahahaha! I was frozen by my fog, so I couldn't escape from the stairs. The position of the fifth champion is my place!" Zhang Ze laughed wildly, his face full of smugness, his eyes swept away, and he looked cold and warning.

Several monks appeared beside the fifth ring. Seeing this, they were secretly afraid of it, and they couldn't help but feel regretful. If they had known that Mo Yu was so easy to deal with, they should have taken action long ago. They were waiting and watching for a while, but Zhang Ze took advantage of the loophole.

At the edge of the arena, the elder of Haoyang Sect frowned, and a little displeasure flashed in his eyes.

After all, the nomination of the champion Mo Yu was decided by the Elders' House. Now that he was killed in person, the elders were naturally blind. But since this was the case, he would not say a word or wait for a moment and then judge the winner. As for Mo Yu's life and death, he would not care about it at all. Since it was useless to the sect, he would die if he died.

But at this moment...

boom--

The violent aura erupted from the ice in an instant. Such a violent aura was like an angry giant beast, about to spread its sharp claws and tear the enemy into pieces! With the sound of "crack" and "crack", cracks quickly emerged, and the entire ice was spread all over the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ze's face froze, his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed: "Impossible!"

boom--

The ice collapsed, and pieces of broken ice carried terrible power. They did not shoot around them. Instead, under some invisible constraints, they went straight to the same position and locked Zhang Ze's energy firmly.

"Ah!" In an exclaim, a layer of blue water light covered his entire figure, but this object could not protect him.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"...

The deep and loud noises continued, and the blue water light trembled quickly under the bombardment of pieces of broken ice, and soon completely collapsed.

A piece of ice the size of a millstone hit Zhang Ze's chest. The powerful force made his figure suddenly throw away. With the sound of bone shattering, blood flowing between his mouth and nose was like a spring, and he fainted when it fell from the stage.

In the solid ice, Mo Yu slowly retracted his fist, his black robe as before, without any water stains. His eyes were dark and cold. After sweeping around, several monks who had regretted before suddenly breathed abruptly.

"The first battle in the fifth squad, Mo Yu won!" The elder of Haoyang Sect withdrew his gaze, and his surprise quickly dissipated. For the Divine General level, no matter how powerful the Divine Realm is, it is just a paper tiger. It can be pierced with a slight finger. There is no right to really shock them.

Mo Yu bowed his hand and said nothing, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath slowly.

At this moment, there were also powerful power fluctuations, coming from other directions, and it was obvious that fighting had begun in the rest of the arena.

Under the arena, several monks looked at each other, and when their hearts were shaken, they were still a little lucky.

Fortunately, it was not them who appeared before. Haoyang Sect made Mo Yu the fifth champion, and there were indeed some tricks.

For a moment, no one continued to appear on the stage, either hesitating or in awe.

The elder of Haoyang Sect glanced over and said lightly: "You know the rules. Each champion will only accept three challenges at most. Once it is over, there will be no chance to take action. Therefore, I advise you to seize the time and not hesitate too much."

As soon as he said this, the monks in the audience changed their faces again. After a few pauses, they finally walked out of the second challenger.

Wearing a purple robe, a man with a god walked out of the star eyes, his facial lines were firm, and he was obviously the one with strong will. He flashed and fell on the ring and bowed: "My younger brother, the Jin family, Jin Manting, challenge the fifth ring!"

"Purple Spear Jin Family?" The elder of Haoyang Sect flashed slightly, looked at him a few times, then nodded slightly, "Yes, your purple spear has reached an extremely high level, and it is not insulting the name of an ancestor."

Jin Manting was stunned, then said with a little expectation: "Elder, do you know the ancestors in your family?"

"I was close friends with Kim Seung-ichi. I had been in the realm for more than 300 years, but they were busy and had few contacts."

"Ah! You are the elder Liuhe. Before leaving home, I heard Cheng Yi's ancestor mention it occasionally. I didn't expect it for a moment, so please don't blame the elder." Jin Manting bowed and looked happy.

Liuhe smiled and had a little closer to her face, but after all, he knew that it was not too much time to delay, so he waved his hand and said, "You can participate in the ring battle first, and after this matter, you and I will have a private conversation."

"Yes, I'll obey the order." Jin Manting stood up, his face was rosy and energetic. When he looked at Mo Yu again, he seemed eager to try. As long as he defeated this person, he would not only get the secret place, but also get the appreciation of the elder Liuhe, which would be of great benefit to him in the future.

You must win this battle!

Liuhe returned to his solemnity and said in a deep voice: "Don't you, do you need time to replenish your strength? Otherwise, the challenge will continue."

"No need." Mo Yu shook his head.

"Okay, let's start."

Liuhe nodded slowly.

"please!"

With the lessons of the past, Jin Manting naturally no longer uses some tricks, and also wants to leave a good impression on the elder Liuhe. He bowed his hand and slowly took two steps back. Then he suddenly raised his head, and a small purple spear phantom appeared quickly at the center of his eyebrows.

The domineering momentum exploded with a bang!

In the void, the endless power of heaven and earth was boiling, like the sea and the whistling of rivers, gathering in the void above his head, a purple spear condensed! The gun body is one zhang three feet and six inches long, and the texture of the dragon is exquisite, clear and lifelike, exuding invisible majesty.

The Zi Gun Jin family originally practiced the invisible gun art, tempering their own gun intentions, and relied on their strong will to condense the purple gun. Since the beginning of practice, as the realm and cultivation level increase, the power of the purple gun continues to increase. The more tangible guns are, the power is even more terrifying.

With the reach of the mind, it is where the spear attacks, it is extremely fast and controls at will!

Swish-

A purple light flashed, and the purple spear above Jin Manting's head suddenly turned into a purple thunder and left. The purple dragon on the body of the spear suddenly escaped from the spear, raised his head and roared, and the mighty pressure suddenly burst out, acting on the mind, making people feel awe.

"Dragon Hard!"

Elder Liuhe shouted softly, his eyes flashed, and his face showed a look of satisfaction.

Yu Guang swept over, Jin Manting knew that he had attracted attention, but he was happy in his heart, but his subordinates became more and more fierce.

He raised his finger, and the belly of his finger collapsed on its own, and blood rolled out, turning into a blood talisman in the void, and flashed into the forehead of the purple dragon. Many bloodshots suddenly emerged from the scales around the dragon, and the blood light surged from outside the purple spear!

"Give blood to sacrifice the gun!" Elder Liuhe exclaimed again, with an exclamation on his face for the first time.
Chapter completed!