If only Mo Hua is left and he will be the first, the Shura battle will be over.

Without an end, it means...Mo Hua is not the only one who survived?

As the ecstasy just now retreated, the heart of the leader of Sanshan began to gradually become colder.

Some people in the crowd who watched the game soon realized this.

"There are still people?"

The noise gradually stopped, and everyone stared at Fang Tian's painting.

Above the shadows of Fang Tian painted, the smoke and dust further dissipated, the power of the spirit further disappeared, and the vision became clearer and clearer.

And in the ashes, a few other figures slowly emerged...

Chen Linshu's face was bloodless, and the bloodline on his body was broken.

Duanmuqing looked pale, and the jade pendant she protected was broken, her spiritual power was overdrawn, and the Taoist method Wanxiao Spiritual Clothing Technique used to protect her also completely dissipated.

Xiao Wuchen's eyes were filled with evil eyes, and the natural sword marks that protected him were shattered, and the sky sword in his hand gradually faded.

Ao Zhan had scorched scars on his face, his armor was blown to pieces, revealing his iron-like upper body, and the dragon tripod body refining pattern on his back was blurred with flesh and blood.

All four geniuses who work in learning are alive.

And in the distance, another person slowly stood up. He was most injured and his breath was weak, but his sword energy was united and enveloped himself, and he obviously still had the power to fight.

It is Ye Qingfeng, the eldest brother of Daluomon.

All five people survived the terrifying explosion.

The whole field was shocked, causing even greater uproar.

"The four geniuses who work hard!"

"The Great Ronaldo Ye Qingfeng!"

"These people have survived, which is incredible..."

"Mo Hua survived because he was a formation master and the formation did not explode him. And these people survived completely because they had withstood the power of the terrible explosion..."

"I am worthy of being the top pride of heaven in the Ganxuezhou area!"

"The cultivation level is strong and the Taoist Dharma is rare in the real world..."

"The situation is different now."

Everyone looked amazed and praised.

And the people of Taixu Sect instantly felt like they fell into an ice cellar, and their hearts were completely cold.

Among the crowd, Zhang Lan, Gu Changhuai, Wen Renwan, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and others also felt regretful and sighed slowly.

On the Guanjian Tower, the head of Sanshan also smiled bitterly and sighed:

"This is...death..."

"The genius of bloodline and the top leader are so powerful."

"And the four major sects are really like four mountains and cannot be surpassed..."

"It is already the limit of the limit to the sword contest. If there is no way, it is really..."

"Everything is fate, no one can do anything..."

The three masters looked sad.

And in the Dongxu Hall.

The ancestors of the Shen family, Duanmu family, Ao family, Xiao family, and Daluomon family, all of the four major sects all breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost... I capsized in the gutter.

This ancestor Xun from Taixu Sect is really not a "good man".

The boy named Mo Hua from Taixu Sect is really a monster.

He was able to use his own power to force the top geniuses of their four major sects to this extent, which made them, the ancestors, a little worried...

Fortunately, God still favors the four major sects.

The ancestor of Daluomon glanced at Mr. Xun and snorted softly:

"A thing like formation is ultimately something outside the body and is unreliable."

"The sword contest conference still depends on one's own strength."

"Cultivation, physical skills, spells, swordsmanship, these are the skills of monks to kill, the foundation of monks' establishment, and the foundation of swordsmanship."

"You are the wrong way to Taixu Sect. You are here to discuss swords, but your disciples can't even handle the sword. They rely solely on the sidewalks like formations, what do you think..."

Mr. Xun was ridiculed, but he still didn't say a word, but his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

...

And in the swordsmanship.

Although Chen Linshu and others were not dead, they were obviously seriously injured and their faces were ugly.

They all looked at Mo Hua with murderous intent.

Mohua is the only monk who has been able to force these prides of heaven to such a miserable state.

The power of the explosion of the formation just now was extremely terrifying, which made them still feel scared.

If they hadn't had bloodline warnings, they had high-quality Taoism to defend themselves.

In addition, more than 50 geniuses in the field have suffered injuries with their bodies, reducing the disintegration power of the formation.

Otherwise, they would all die if they exploded just now.

Now, the surroundings are full of desolation, and the mountains and rivers are ruins, empty.

There is no other formation available in ink paintings.

A formation master who has no formation available is just a waste.

Now he is really weak in his power and will definitely die!

Chen Linshu raised his sword and pointed at the ink painting. Xiao Wuchen condensed his sword energy, Duanmuqing pinched the magic tricks, Ao Zhanyunlong tripod strength, and Ye Qingfeng also used Guiyi sword.

The five top geniuses joined forces, and all the killer moves were directly aimed at the ink painting.

All the monks outside the field were shocked to see this scene.

These are the five strongest geniuses in the Ganxuezhou area, and five of them want to kill one of them.

Looking at the four sects and eight sects, it is probably the only one ink painting that has this array.

The five strongest genius disciples in the Xuezhou area were facing each other with killer moves, and Mo Hua's expression was still very calm.

He asked lightly:

"You five have all been on that ship, have you?"

This sentence is like thunder striking the ground, with an extremely sharp edge.

No one answered.

But the faces of Chen Linshu and the other two changed.

All of their faces showed coldness, anger, and even more naked murderous intent.

I wish I could kill the murderous intent of teasing the corpse in thousands of pieces.

Ink painting sighs softly.

He expected that the "Young Master" should be between these five people.

Mo Hua couldn't guess who was that young master, but now, this question is meaningless.

Anyway, the results are the same...

Mo Hua slowly stood up.

When he sat, he was a strange formation master who controlled the overall situation, controlled life and death, controlled ink like a dragon and snake, formed like a demon, and destroyed powerful enemies.

When he stood up, his aura suddenly changed, his eyebrows and eyes became sharp, and his expression became cold, like a sword that was born in dust. His aura was astonishing as his eyes looked at the world.

The tone of Mo Hua is contemptuous and arrogant:
Chapter completed!