Nine Heavenly Towers

When all the disciples of Miao Yin Sect appeared in the arena, all fifty disciples of Strange Poison Sect also appeared in the arena.

After the spiritual consciousness swept over the disciples of the Qi Poison Sect, all the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect took a breath. In the camp of the Qi Poison Sect, there were actually 28 mid-level Nascent Soul monks, and 22 were also at the lower Nascent Soul stage. monk.

The so-called mantis arm is like a car, that is the case.Among the team of less than 50 people in the Miaoyin Sect, there are only eight middle-level Nascent Soul monks. If Xuanmu hadn't advanced in a few months, there might not even be eight mid-level Nascent Soul monks at this time.

Looking at this scene, all the monks of Miaoyinzong smiled wryly, what does this wry smile represent.

"Kill it..." Xuanmu groaned, his voice echoing in the arena for a long time.Although the voice was heroic, it seemed especially desolate under the silence.

"Haha, what's your name? We haven't talked about killing yet, so don't worry..." A middle-aged man who was the leader of the Poison Sect said with a loud laugh at this moment.With a wave of his right hand, all the disciples of the Poisonous Sect behind him shot suddenly, and their figures flashed across the air.

Strips of poisonous mist quickly dispersed under the light curtain of the entire arena, while Xuanmu still took the lead and stepped forward into the air.He didn't want to lose like this, he grabbed a Yulan Qin with his right hand and placed it in front of him, and quickly played the song of flowing spring and flying waterfall. appeared in front of Xuanmu.

"Boom, boom, boom." Three loud noises exploded in the gleaming poisonous mist in succession. Jiang Zhao also showed a crazy look, and moved his fingers on the purple jade flute repeatedly, one by one. Tao's purple light quickly condensed again.

The other six of Miaoyin's seven sons also started to attack wildly. They didn't want to be defeated too badly, so they could only attack far away without thinking about their own safety.

As streaks of strange poisonous mist condensed in the air, a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect disappeared from the arena inexplicably.Looking at this scene, Xuan Mu's expression became even more gloomy.He slapped the strings with both hands suddenly, and saw a waterfall several tens of feet long rushing out of the flowing spring. A low-level disciple of the Miaoyin Sect was killed by this blow. The strike was extremely fast, and then another low-level disciple of the Miaoyin Sect was killed by the waterfall and disappeared into the arena.

Xuan Mu's hands that were as fast as ghosts were constantly playing on the strings, only the phantom of one hand was constantly flickering, and then, another waterfall rushed out of the flowing spring, This blow was not aimed at the disciples of the low-level Nascent Soul cultivation level of the Strange Poison Sect, but a sudden blast towards a disciple of the Strange Poison Sect whose cultivation level was comparable to Xuanmu's.

But seeing a flash of blue light, the waterfall bombarded the disciple like a bolt of substance.

The man's body immediately flew backwards, and then the brilliance of his whole body gradually dimmed, shattered, and then disappeared from the arena.

After this attack was performed, Xuanmu killed three disciples of the Strange Poison Sect in a row.The spiritual power in his body is also consumed a lot.His complexion was extremely pale, and he didn't look like a monk at all, but more like a corpse demon.

At this time, all the junior disciples of Miaoyinzong have withdrawn from the arena, only a few lower-rank disciples are still holding on.

Seeing this, Xuanmu showed a ferocious expression.Trying to save something.However, there was nothing he could do.At this moment, two mid-level Nascent Soul stage disciples of the Strange Poison Sect were rapidly gathering towards him, and the middle-aged man in front of him shook his right hand, emitting bursts of tremors on his hand. Blue light, this person is actually using the water poison weapon that Lan Jiao is good at.Then, a blue liquid was condensed by it, and there was a burst of foul smell in the water.

"I'll go to your uncle." Xuan Mu cursed bitterly, and then plucked the strings again with his right hand. Although he clearly knew that it was futile, he still wanted to try, let alone ten middle-level elements. An infant cultivator hit him, and he was never afraid of a blow even from a high-ranking Nascent Soul cultivator.

He drew a stream of blood spirit power into the strings, and then played the "Song of Complaint" with the Yulan Qin. Together with the sound, there was an extremely gloomy feeling.As soon as this feeling appeared, his right hand suddenly slapped the strings, and the seven strings made a whistling sound, the sound was extremely shrill, like a ghost roaring.

Then I saw the red light condensed on the strings suddenly rushing out of the strings with a flick of the strings.The middle-aged monk who was in front of Xuanmu hadn't used the water poison gun before he was directly bombarded in the chest by this blow. The whole body was violently impacted, and quickly collapsed from the midair, and then disappeared.

"You..., what cultivation level are you?" At this moment, the female cultivator of the Poison Sect behind Xuan Mu looked at Xuan Mu in horror, and murmured in disbelief.Her cultivation base is the same as Xuan Mu's, and it is also the cultivation base of the middle-level Nascent Soul Stage.Seeing Xuanmu kill a mid-level Nascent Soul cultivator with ease, he showed disbelief.

At this time, in the Yinyuanzong camp in the north area.A white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged. He didn't even want to watch this round of the match. He didn't need to watch to know that this round must be won by the Poison Sect.

However, at the moment Xuan Mu shot, his wrinkled face moved at this moment, and he sucked his nose.Opening his eyes, his face was moved, and he asked in surprise: "This son is actually a disciple of Miaoyin Sect?"

"Haha..., this child is a disciple of Miaoyin Sect. However, after the Nine Sects Alliance Conference is over, he will be our Fang Yu's disciple." Fang Yu, who was sitting beside the white-haired old man, was at this time He said with a satisfied smile.

"Your disciple? Why?" The old man looked at Xuan Mu calmly, and murmured a sentence, which seemed to be unintentional, but it seemed to be intentional.

Fang Yu smiled but didn't answer, with an inscrutable look.

"I haven't seen this son for nine years, but his cultivation has grown so fast?" Xun Wende of the Strange Poison Sect said with emotion at this time.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for that old ghost back then, he wouldn't have gone to that bullshit Baicao Valley. He should be a disciple of my Poison Sect by now." Lan Jiao complained angrily when she heard Xun Wende's words .

"Haha, if it's your disciple. I'm afraid his cultivation has become that of Junior Sister Lan Jiao." Xun Wende laughed.

Lan Jiao's face darkened, and she stopped answering.

In the south direction around the arena, within the Tyrant Sword Sect camp.A bearded man who looked to be about 30 years old suddenly opened his eyes at this time, he stared at Xuan Mu in the arena faintly, and asked Chen Qiao beside him: "Is this Xuan Mu of the Miao Yin Sect? Its strength may have reached the cultivation level of the upper Nascent Soul Stage."

"Yes, this son has not only reached the upper-level Nascent Soul cultivation base, but also his determination and perseverance are unmatched by monks of the same generation." Chen Qiao sighed and sighed, and the words contained a sense of pity for Xuanmu .

"What do you mean by that?" The 30-year-old bearded man stared at Xuan Mu with bright eyes, his curiosity about Xuan Mu was aroused in his heart, and he asked hastily.

"Fang Yu of Yin Yuanzong, you should know about it." Chen Qiao said with a secretive look.

"Fang Yu? Are you talking about that hypocrite?" The bearded and strong man said disdainfully.

Chen Qiao nodded and said, "Yes, it's him. This kid can resist the ten palms of the fish below."

"Fang Yu's ten palms?" As soon as Chen Qiao finished speaking, a look of disbelief appeared in the eyes of this bearded man.He said coldly: "The Fang Yu of the Yin Yuanzong has the best chance of breaking through the seven colors among the high-level Yuanying cultivation bases. That kid can resist his ten palms? Are you kidding?"

"Haha, if you don't believe it, forget it. Even if you believe it, so what? Could it be that our Ba Dao Sect can still have the strength to compete with their Qiduzhong and Yinyuanzong, the two great pill sects?" Chen Qiao laughed. , Said lightly.

"Could it be that what you said is true?" The bearded man still had some disbelief, and asked again suspiciously.

"Hey, he is already destined to be a disciple of Yin Yuanzong. It is absolutely impossible for him to be Lan Jiao's disciple." Chen Qiao said with a sigh, her eyes lit up and stared at the mask again. Xuan wood.

"Huh..." All the monks present gasped, staring blankly at the arena.

At this moment, apart from Xuan Mu, Jiang Zhao is the only one in the entire arena.The two were back to back, and the fingers of one person could no longer see the traces of scratching on the strings, but there were bursts of very chaotic sounds, but this sound could not be regarded as chaotic, because he was in the midst of the chaos. Contains a very peculiar rhythm.It's just that because of playing too fast, everything looks a little disorganized.

One person held a purple jade flute in his mouth, and moved his hands quickly on the jade flute.Lines of purple, crimson, and dark red rays of light burst out from his jade flute.Then I saw these rays of light quickly transform into a cloud of the same light. Under the distortion of the cloud, a thunderball quickly condensed.

As soon as the thunder ball was condensed, the faces of the monks who gathered around the two of them would involuntarily turn livid.

Then an extremely rich red light mixed with green, golden, and pink light rushed out from the Yulan Qin.The faces of these monks of the Strange Poison Sect couldn't help but twisted.Their footsteps were in mid-air, and they took a step back unconsciously.

This step seemed ordinary, but it undoubtedly revealed their fear of Xuan Mu in their hearts.

Then I saw the light and the magic weapons and spells cast by several Qi Poison Sect monks, hitting the opponent's chest heavily.Suddenly, three monks from the Poison Sect disappeared into the arena.

At the same time, the three thunderballs exploded suddenly in the air, which made all the monks present gasp.