And above a void far away from the platform, two figures stood in the air.

These two are Mu Changhun and the Lord of the Desolate Palace.

At this moment, Mu Changhun's eyes were gathering, looking towards the direction of the platform.

The Lord of the Desolate Palace frowned and looked at Mu Changhun with a weak breath, and said with a cold voice: "Have you used the Peeping Mirror again?"

This old pervert actually peeped at her taking a shower again.

Mu Changhun suddenly felt a sudden sensation, but pretended not to hear it, looking at Yi Xiaoyao on the platform and said, "This kid is always different from ordinary people in his work."

"You value Yi Xiaoyao so much?"

The Lord of the Desolate Palace knew that he was changing the topic and was too lazy to pursue it anymore, so he continued his words and asked.

Mu Changhun nodded with a smile: "This boy's talent, potential, and character are far superior to other geniuses, and may become my hope in Qinghuang in the future."

"It is enough to make you judge this to show his extraordinaryness."

The Lord of the Palace of Desolate Palace said lightly: "But I still don't like him. It is said that he is still very close to Yuan'er?"

"It would be better if Yuan'er's stinky girl is close to this kid. Compared to Qinglin, I hope Yuan'er can be with Yi Xiaoyao. I believe that if Yuan'er's father is here, he will choose Yi Xiaoyao." Mu Changhun laughed.

The Lord of the Palace Palace suddenly turned cold and said, "Let's talk about it when he has the ability to deal with it first!"

Mu Changhun's reaction to her was not surprising, and continued to look at the platform and said, "Next, Qing Kuang will suffer a loss."

"I want to see how that boy disappoints you."

The Lord of the Desolate Palace obviously did not believe it and said indifferently.

...

At this time, on the platform on the top of the mountain, Yi Xiaoyao and Qingkuang looked at each other and had a momentum confrontation.

"Have courage."

Qingfeng stared at Yi Xiaoyao, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint rush of anger in his eyes. As an old disciple, he was naturally uncomfortable being invited to fight by a new sweeping boy so arrogantly.

He immediately stepped out, and the violent desolate aura swept away like a storm. The fluctuation was far beyond all the geniuses Yi Xiaoyao defeated before.

"Since you want to prove yourself, I will give you a chance."

Qing Kuang said in a deep voice: "I think you are junior brother, and I don't want to deceive you. Within ten moves, if you are not defeated, I, Qing Kuang, don't say a little nonsense, how dare you take it?"

"Senior brother doesn't need to worry too much, there is no need for ten-handed appointments."

Along with his voice, a desolate power surged out around Yi Xiaoyao. Although it was not as violent as Qing Kuang, he solved all the oppression of the other party in a slight way. This is his exquisite mastery of the desolate power these days.

"It's so arrogant! Well, let me see what kind of ability you, a genius torture me, have and how you will abuse me!"

Qing Kuang snorted coldly, his eyes became even more angry. At this moment, the person was as famous as his name, with a frivolous look on his face.

If he couldn't even solve the problem of a newly-entered sweeping boy, then his face would be too far away.

"Buzz!"

Qing Kuang stepped under his feet, and the powerful desolate force directly stepped out of cracks on the ground, and quickly spread towards Yi Xiaoyao with his violent figure.

The disciples around retreated one after another, but their eyes were fixed on the two in the field.

I saw Yi Xiaoyao stepping down at the attack, and the power of desolation filled with his feet.

But his step did not cause signs of cracks scattering like Qingkuang, but only a thicker crack appeared, which broke towards the other party.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had a desolate force on the ground under their feet, colliding in the form of cracks.

"Click!"

With a crisp crack, the only crack under Yi Xiaoyao's feet directly penetrated the spider-web-like cracks spreading from Qingkuang's feet.

At the same time, Qing Kuang suddenly injected the power of desolation into the ground, instantly cutting Yi Xiaoyao's unique crack into countless broken strips.

The first confrontation failed, the next moment, the two men's bodies rushed to a place.

Qing Kuang's palms changed, and then he pressed them suddenly.

"Mad Wilderness Palm!"

Suddenly, the vast power of desolation condensed in his palm, passing through the space where the cracks were shattered and cracked out with one palm.

Faced with such a violent attack, Yi Xiaoyao just poked out his palm, and then clenched it, and a green light burst out from his fist, wielding his fist to meet it.

"boom!"

The wild mistress slapped the blue fist hard, but failed to shake the other party at all. Yi Xiaoyao's fist was as solid as gold and iron, and his figure was as stable as a rock.

This made Qing Kuang's eyelids twitch. It was obvious that he seriously underestimated Yi Xiaoyao's strength.

With a cold snorkeling, Qing Kuang pressed his palm on Yi Xiaoyao's fist, and then grabbed it suddenly, bursting out with a more violent desolate force.

"The strength is good, but after all, your cultivation is too low, and you can't compete with my spiritual power!"

After shouting violently, Yi Xiaoyao only felt a more violent desolate force than him, wrapping up towards his arm.

As the other party said, although he mastered the mystery of desolation, the difference in cultivation between the two was fatal, and his spiritual power was not as powerful as the other party, so his desolation power could not compete with the other party's desolation power.

As the desolate power surged into Yi Xiaoyao's body, the vitality in his body began to be destroyed by crazily, and his skin began to show signs of dry cracks.

"Junior Brother Yi, you just need to admit defeat and give up the quota, and I will stop."

Qing Kuang grabbed Yi Xiaoyao's fist tightly. Yi Xiaoyao refused to admit defeat, and he would never let go.

However, he saw that Yi Xiaoyao had no intention of admitting defeat, and continued to shout: "If I continue, my desolate power will destroy your vitality. I don't want to kill you!"

Hearing such a voice, Yi Xiaoyao just smiled strangely.

"Senior brother, you're thinking too much."

A faint voice came out, and everyone was shocked to see that Yi Xiaoyao's broken body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, there was another layer of empty black soul flame, which seemed to sway from outside his body.

As soon as the Soul-burning Forbidden Technique was opened, Yi Xiaoyao's momentum instantly became thicker, and he directly competed with Qing Kuang.

But Yi Xiaoyao did not choose to block the desolate power that Qing Kuan Madly injected into his body, but instead a layer of dark spiritual power surged out.

"Swallow!"

Yi Xiaoyao's mind moved, and the devouring spiritual power instantly burst out with a powerful devouring force, and began to devour the other party's desolate power frantically.

In this way, even if the power of Qing Kuang's desolation cannot be completely devoured, the overflowing power is no longer enough to cause any damage to Yi Xiaoyao's body.

The wood spirit in heaven and earth is extremely vital and powerful, and it can be destroyed by the other party. If there is a little crack on the body, the green wood immortal body will heal itself and recover in an instant.

"Your power of desolation is ineffective on me."

Yi Xiaoyao looked up slightly, smiled at Qing Kuang with a drastic expression, and then mobilized the desolate power that was swallowed. Coupled with his own desolate mystery, he directly controlled and condensed together, and instantly burst out with his fist.

"Bang!"

With a violent explosion, Yi Xiaoyao's momentum was far beyond his peak state. He directly grabbed the palm of his fist, and broke out with a sound of bone cracking and left.

At the same time, the violent and desolate fist shadow swept towards Qingkuang with a storm, instantly shocking him to vomit blood and fly backwards, causing him to repel a hundred feet in a mess, and barely stabilize his body.

Looking at the figures that suddenly separated in the field, all the disciples looked at each other and finally took a deep breath.

Obviously, this competition has already achieved a victory or defeat.

...

(Third update.)

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