gate of eternity

"What a clone."

Zhao Yun murmured, looking at Chu Wushuang's avatar, I don't know how much combat power he inherited from the deity, even if it is an avatar, his sky eyes are hard to see through, and he has a unique mysterious power, which is isolated from prying eyes, this is just an avatar, If you want to peek at Chu Wushuang's true self, don't even think about it.

The most embarrassing thing was Lin Xie.

It's been so many years, and it's the first time he's been so contemptuous in a fight with his peers. The deity didn't even move, and he used his avatar. It seems that with his knowledge, he is indeed only worthy of fighting with the avatar.

"Girl, here you are." Wu Xuantong looked at Chu Wushuang.

"If the avatar is defeated, I am defeated." Chu Wushuang said lightly.

With these words, her already dazzling force added another layer of halo.

What a boldness!

If this fails, what a loss!

However, since she dared to say that, she was sure of victory.

"So, let's go to war."

Wu Xuantong put his hands in his hands and moved out of the way sheepishly.

Having presided over so many big competitions, this is one of the strange ones, where a clone was used instead of the deity.

Everyone looked towards the battle platform.

Lin Xie stood tall, with a mighty aura, covered in brilliance, and was already at full strength. His black hair, like a waterfall, fluttered in the sky, and there was no trace of hiding.

On the other hand, Chu Wushuang's avatar stands gracefully, with haze overflowing from the whole body, surrounded by rain and mist. At first glance, there is a dreamlike artistic conception. The clothes are not dyed, just like the fairy in the painting.

"Senior sister, offended."

With a loud shout, Lin Xie took the lead in attacking, and his move was a big move. He pierced Changhong with a sword, blessed his true essence, and engraved the power of his blood.

The spectators collectively glanced at Chu Wushuang's avatar.

Lin Xie made a move, but she seemed to be okay, like an ice sculpture, not moving.

Zheng!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xie's sword has arrived.

At this point, Chu Wushuang's avatar raised his hand steadily, stretched out only two jade fingers, and clamped the tip of Lin Xie's sword impartially, the real essence overflowed from the jade fingers, and instantly removed Lin Xie's sword power .

"So strong?" Everyone in the audience was shocked.

The monstrous disciples, Yin Bing's real body, Ru Liu Ruyue, and Ru Wu Nian all showed expressions of shock.

Silent like an ink knife, but also full of fear.

Warlike as Man Teng, he also swallowed his saliva.

Lin Xie's combat power is not weak, and the most peak sword was easily resolved by Chu Wushuang's avatar. No wonder the master had already explained that once he bumped into Chu Wushuang, he just surrendered.

Lin Xie was the most startled, no matter how much his true energy surged, it would be difficult for him to penetrate half a point.

"It's a monster."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and for the first time since the opening of the New Sect Grand Competition, he showed a hint of jealousy, not for Chu Wushuang's avatar, but for Chu Wushuang's deity, how strong is outrageous!

The elders remained calm.

If I had known that girl was against the sky, I wouldn't have looked too shocked.

Zheng!

Under the attention of all the people, Chu Wushuang flicked his jade finger lightly.

The sword in Lin Xie's hand buzzed and trembled when it was struck, causing Lin Xie to turn sideways all the way.

Whoosh!

Chu Wushuang's avatar followed him like a shadow, and his movements were treacherous, which made Zhao Yun frown.

While speaking, Lin Xie had landed.

Before he could stand still, Chu Wushuang's avatar arrived, pointing at the center of his brow.

"I lost." Lin Xie laughed at himself.

It was Chu Wushuang's clone who kept his hand.

I really want to kill him, one finger can pierce through his eyebrows.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Wushuang's avatar turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated on the battle platform.

"too strong."

More than ninety-nine percent of the disciples present were hit hard. They defeated Lin Xie with only one avatar and one move. What strength is this!No wonder they are arrogant, people have the capital of arrogance, may I ask which of the disciples present can defeat Lin Xie with a single blow, except for her, Chu Wushuang, I am afraid that there is no second one, the little niece of the handsome family, who seems to be Negative god level hanging.

Zhao Yun was silent, with turmoil in his mind, but he was not shocked.

What Chu Wushuang can do, he can do the same.

Just not sure how strong Chu Wushuang's deity is.

The first duel came and went quickly.

After Lin Xie stepped down from the stage, he sat silently for a long time, and was so shocked that he couldn't lift his head up.

"It's no shame to lose to her." Su Yu patted Lin Xie.

"The problem is, I lost to the clone! It's still a move." Jiannan was still unsatisfied.

The one named Chu is too strong.

"Look, it's your turn." Zi Yan patted Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun regained his composure, and stepped onto the battle stage one step at a time.

In no particular order is a female disciple, a female disciple in Tsing Yi, yesterday in the resurrection match, in order to buy time for her senior, she defeated the junior sister of Mo Dao, she still has some background.

"Junior Brother Ji, you won't throw me!" the female disciple in Tsing Yi laughed.

"Don't fall." Zhao Yun smiled dryly.

"then you."

"Ji Hen continues."

Before the female disciple in Tsing Yi could speak again, she was interrupted by Jiannan's words.

The guy threw something on the stage, and it hit the ground with a duangduang sound.

What did you throw away!Throwing a black and not slippery iron rod, the kind with enough weight.

"Do you want to die!"

"Don't pinch me! I just borrowed a weapon from him."

"Borrow, I'll let you borrow."

Before the battle started on the stage, the audience started to riot first.

Naimu Zhaoxue has already pinned Jiannan there, so what's wrong with throwing it, why do you have to throw an iron rod?

"I am very relieved to have future generations."

The male elders present collectively stroked their beards, and spoke with a lot of heart.

Most of the male disciples were coughing dryly. That iron rod really became more and more eye-catching.

"shameless."

The female disciples, on the other hand, had beautiful eyes and scolded without any hesitation.

The eyes of the female elders were particularly gloomy, as if they knew what kind of meaning it was.

"Why throw an iron rod?"

Man Teng scratched his big head, looking at this and that.

Regardless of his size, he is actually a pure and innocent little pepper.

"Iron rods can be used to beat people."

Su Yu took a deep breath, and the explanation he gave was particularly fresh and refined.

Or say it's Jiannan!An iron rod made it clear to everyone present.

The atmosphere was once awkward.

Zhao Yun is a talent, really took the iron rod.

It's just that he stuffed the Lord of the Rings, and it's inappropriate to bring up the stick at this time.

"Scumbag."

Looking at the other side, the female disciple in Tsing Yi's cheeks were already flushed red, her beautiful eyes also burst into flames, she didn't know if it was from shame or anger, but she, who was usually reserved, also burst into a foul language.

"It's not me who threw it." How wronged is Zhao Yun!

It's his fault too.

As long as he talks about martial arts, there will be no such scene today.

Zheng!

The female disciple in Tsing Yi was ashamed and angry, and she drew her sword on the spot.

She was furious, she was really a raging tigress, her sword was mighty and her aura was violent enough, this sword was powerful, at least in the eyes of the audience, it was powerful enough to kill people.

Zhao Yun didn't move.

He didn't turn sideways until the point of the sword was only three inches away from him.

Easily dodged.

The female disciple in Tsing Yi pierced the air with her sword, revealing a flaw.

Zhao Yun didn't let this flaw go, and grabbed the wrist of the female disciple in Tsing Yi with one hand.

When it was over, the spectators all raised their heads collectively.

Damn, don't you fall?How come the waist and horse are united again.

Indeed, Zhao Yun didn't fall, he gave the female disciple a whirl, and directly dropped off the fighting ring.

One move settled the fight.

Although the female disciple in Tsing Yi was thrown off the battle platform, she landed smoothly.

Even so, her cheeks were quite blush, and her beautiful eyes were sparkling with flames. Compared with that iron rod, she no longer cared about whether she could advance or not. That guy was so irritating.

"I didn't throw it away." When Zhao Yun stepped down from the stage, he still complained of injustice.

In any case, he won, and by the way, he became popular again.

Look at that divine assist named Jiannan, his nose is blue and his face is swollen by Zhaoxue hammer.

"what does it mean!"

Man Teng watched from the beginning to the end, but he didn't understand what was going on.

He was the biggest on the scene.

However, everyone has a driver's license, but he doesn't have one, and he doesn't know where to drive.

Here, Zhao Yun found a place to sit down, next to Chen Xuanlao.

That old man, his old face is no longer his face, this little thorny old man named Ji Hen won again, it's really strange, so many monstrous disciples, but they bumped into a weak one.

Zhao Yun is very sensible, that bag was put on the gambling table again yesterday.

"Win, I'll let you win."

Just like yesterday, Mr. Chen Xuan crumpled the flat bank notes one by one, and scolded them one by one. If Ji Hen won, it was he who lost, and the loser couldn't lift his head up. up.

Zhao Yun never refuses anyone who comes, it's okay to crumple into a ball, just don't tear it up.

boom!

Someone stepped onto the stage again, and there was a loud bang.

Nai Mo Dao, although he is silent, his power is unmatched.

Looking at his opponent, he was a little timid. People who have been on the battlefield have bloody aura in them, and ordinary people really can't bear it. There is also the domineering meaning of the ink knife, which is enough to frighten people.