I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

It is indeed a high-quality photo mirror with excellent sound and picture.

If the content being played above was not related to the Supreme Sect, many big guys present would want to spend money to buy a few of them.

Even one is good.

But now...

The photo mirror on the left shows the scene of Yu Chen, the elder of the Supreme Sect, being unilaterally beaten by Liu Yun.

The photo mirror on the right shows Yu Chen, the elder of the Supreme Sect, begging for his life in public.

Further to the upper right, there is a scene of Yu Chen and Fu Xiang turning against each other and biting each other.

All in all, the scenes above are particularly exciting.

No other expression could be seen on the old face of the Supreme Sect Ancestor.

Besides being gloomy, it’s still gloomy.

next moment.

A sudden strong wind struck.

Starting from the ancestor of the Supreme Sect, it spread towards the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The photo mirror that Liu Yun had just hung up began to tremble instantly, and the picture became increasingly blurry.

But right now.

Ling Zuo suddenly took a step forward, and the awe-inspiring sword energy emanating from his body cut off the strong wind.

The voice that followed was filled with undisguised disdain.

"You, the Supreme Sect, are really shameless in your actions. You talk nonsense when you don't have evidence. If you have evidence, you want to destroy it, right?"

"It seems that fellow Taoist, you really feel that with your power, you are enough not to put anyone in your eyes."

The ancestor of the Supreme Sect sneered.

After him, the ancestor of the Lu family, who was still hovering in mid-air, exuded fighting spirit, "Fellow Daoist Qi, we old immortals have not been born for a long time, so it is understandable that others don't take us seriously."

"Even if I don't take you into consideration, what can I do?"

Ling Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly and replied unceremoniously.

The last word "西" is said in a clear and precise manner.

There was silence on the competition ground.

Only three strong men were left fighting silently.

This scene did not last long.

Ling Zuo was the first to draw his sword.

With an unparalleled edge, the sword light rushed towards the ancestor of the Supreme Sect.

The latter did not ask Da to forcefully catch the sword.

Instead, he used the unique movement skills of the wind spiritual master to quickly avoid them.

boom--

That extremely terrifying sword fell into nothing in an instant.

The first connection split the tallest building in the distance into two.

The momentum was terrifying and shocking.

"Linglong Tower! My Linglong Tower!"

The voice of the city lord was filled with sadness.

The leader of the law enforcement team was helpless and desperate, "Don't worry, City Lord, the old City Lord is on his way back, don't worry."

What a shame, the tip of my exquisite tower was flattened by a sword!

The Lord City Lord felt that his heart was also broken.

"Three seniors, please keep your hands, otherwise Jiuxiao City may be razed to the ground today."

There was no other way, so the city lord had no choice but to bite the bullet, hide in the distance and plead loudly.

This is naturally an exaggeration.

It is impossible for Jiuxiao City to be razed to the ground no matter what.

It means that Yue Trading Co., Ltd. cannot allow such a thing to happen.

But after the city lord shouted this voice, the three of them really stopped.

But it's only temporary.

Because of the next moment.

Ling Zuo then took the sword and flew away from Jiuxiao City.

In mid-air, his arrogant and provocative voice came:

"Although Jiuxiao City is good, it is not an excellent burial place. If you two fellow Taoists don't mind, let Ling find a better burial place for you."

"Haha." The ancestor of the Supreme Sect almost laughed out of anger.

how many years?

He had almost forgotten this feeling of being provoked for so long.

The ancestor of the Lu family also cast a similar sarcastic look.

The two looked at each other.

Finally we caught up together.

……

There was total silence in the Western Zhou Dynasty competition venue.

On the stage.

It's a similar situation.

I do not know how long it has been.

The Lord of Jiuxiao City came back to his senses and suddenly looked at Liu Yun, who was still sitting in her seat not far away, and her disciples who were sitting on a row of small lightning-struck wooden horses.

"..."

"What does the city lord want to say?" Liu Yun twitched the corners of her lips.

City Lord: "..." No, at this time, doesn't this woman even have a trace of panic?

"Nothing, nothing."

Even if there is anything, can he still be the first to take over?

Liu Yun nodded, "Since it's nothing, can the competition begin?"

"..."

The city lord was really impressed by this.

This kind of calmness in the face of danger is something he can't do no matter what.

Just thinking about it.

Someone from the Supreme Sect also spoke up, "I also think that the martial arts competition can begin. After all, it is the last rematch. It would be a pity if it is delayed."

The corners of the city lord's lips twitched.

Are you aware of the delay now?

I don’t know who is delaying the competition?

Is it him, the weak, pitiful and unlucky lord of a city?

Annoyance is annoyance.

The last formation competition has begun.

Draw lots.

grouping.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

It's like the previous scene was all a fantasy.

Hmm...if you ignore the dozen or so extremely dazzling photo mirrors in mid-air.

The images in the mirror continue to play in a loop.

But neither the Supreme Sect nor Liu Yun had any intention of taking action against the photo mirror.

Of course the city lord will not let anyone take it off.

To be honest, it looks pretty good.

The quality of these photo mirrors is really eye-catching.

But since there were people from the Supreme Sect, he had to take it easy no matter how much he wanted to see.

I can only aim secretly with my peripheral vision.

On the competition ground.

After six rounds of formation competition.

Yun Ge took a deep breath and strode forward.

Then he looked at the man in green shirt in front of him in disbelief.

Her opponent... turned out to be Ning Ruan's senior brother.

I thought I would have to wait until at least the finals to meet him.

"I won't lose to you this time."

The young-looking Yunge looked at the other party coldly.

However, the latter still reacted indifferently and just said "oh" casually to indicate that he heard it.

Yun Ge was really fed up with this feeling of being ignored.

She couldn't help but raise her eyes, her eyes were cold, "Are you so sure that you can defeat me? Don't forget, your teacher is still being besieged by two thirteenth realms, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead."

Yun Ge shouldn't say such incompetent and angry words.

The moment she said it, even she was stunned for a moment.

What she wants is obviously to defeat the opponent in an upright manner.

But now why... why do you say these words again?

Yun Ge couldn't understand.

But it is undeniable that after saying it, I felt much happier.

There was even a strange and twisted excitement that made her almost vent her words to express the words that were surging in her heart.

Just like, "If your master goes here, it will be difficult to survive. Your master and fellow disciples will all die at the hands of the Supreme Sect." '

'Even if you win, you won't be able to leave the competition venue alive. '

'Dead, you all are dead. '

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