I, Panda, am super fierce!

Seeing this scene, many people sighed in their hearts.

He even caught up with him.

After the magic circle was withdrawn, the mist over there also began to dissipate, revealing the true face of the person inside.

Compared with more than ten days ago, Yizhou has undergone tremendous changes.

This change is not in the appearance, but in the momentum.

He seemed to have turned into a sword that came out of his body, full of vigor, just glanced at it, and those foundation-building monks with low cultivation bases couldn't bear it.

The eyes seemed to be stabbed by something, the pain was very painful, and I could not see for a long time.

The monks who were above the foundation would not be like this, but they also felt chills in their hearts, as if they saw some peerless magic weapon, and they felt timid before fighting.

However, the peerless magic weapon they thought was not in good condition now.

His mind was exhausted, and it was impossible for him to recover immediately after waking up. Yi Zhou was extremely sleepy, and wished he could find a place to fall asleep.

The jade piece in his palm was scratched by the sword energy unconsciously, and he drew spiritual energy from him to fill the gaps.

Only after being disturbed like this did he wake up completely from that trance state.

A slightly cool palm was pasted on his forehead, and Si Heng looked at the exhaustion that could not be concealed on his apprentice's face with concern in his eyes: "Don't force yourself."

The rest of the Golden Core cultivators have already walked out of the attic one by one and found the corresponding platforms.

"I didn't force it." Although he was sleepy, Yi Zhou felt that he had improved a lot these days, and it should be enough for the initial selection.

Raising his arm, he took the hand on his forehead and took it off. When he touched the cold fingertips of the opponent, Yi Zhou suddenly took a step closer and leaned his head on the opponent's shoulder.

Si Heng subconsciously wrapped his arms around the waist of the person in front of him, his waist was thin and strong, and he stuck it on, and the scene from more than a year ago came back to his mind.

There is a bulge under the waist. Si Heng has seen that wonderful curvature with his own eyes, but now he can only resist feeling it, and pretends to be calm: "What's wrong?"

Surrounded by familiar auras all over his body, even his swollen head felt much more comfortable. Yi Zhou took a deep breath and almost wanted to hold this person forever: "Protecting me these days has made Master suffer."

"What is this?" Si Heng hugged the man even tighter, the young man's flexible body was completely attached to him, and he was delighted to feel that he was completely his own. I can give you anything you want."

The two sides leaned so closely together that Yi Zhou could hear all the gentleness in the other's words, and a familiar temperature rose from his face. He couldn't help but bury his face in the other's shoulders, and after a couple of breaths, he took a deep breath from the other's lips. Get out of your arms.

He lowered his head and said, "It's almost time, Master, I'm leaving too."

He walked out of the pavilion as if fleeing.

The sword energy on his body hadn't completely subsided, and the invisible energy made the rest of the monks stay away from him a little bit.

Find the platform that belongs to you and stand on it. When everyone is here, the elder Gui Yuanzong repeats the rules of the competition again.

There is no difference between the first round of screening in the golden core stage and the foundation stage. It is the same chaos, and the last two monks will advance to the next round.

Yi Zhou stood in the corner area, leaving a space around.

The monks on the platform looked at each other, comparing themselves and others in their hearts, who was stronger, and who to attack first.

As a sword cultivator who has just left the customs and has not yet learned how to restrain his aura, he is extremely eye-catching among these people.A lot of eyes stayed on Yi Zhou's body, and a few monks who were close to each other looked at each other, which was considered to have reached a preliminary agreement.

Get the person who looks the most powerful off the platform first, and everything after that depends on your own ability.

The elder in the sky finally finished all the rules, and after he gave an order, the fifty monks on the platform started to move at the same time.

On the platform where Yi Zhou belonged, when the sound fell, various spells shone brightly, and several of them targeted the same person.

That sword cultivator standing in the corner!

The difference between the Golden Core Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage is like heaven and earth. The Golden Core monks not only have more powerful mana, but also have more powerful exercises. At the same time, their magic weapons are more than one level higher than those in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Among the temporary allies are array cultivators, talisman cultivators, dharma cultivators, and physical cultivators. Their means are different, but they are all equally difficult to deal with.

Trapped in one place by those attacks, Yi Zhou didn't show any panic when he saw that he was about to meet Ti Xiu's fist.

Sword energy danced around him, defusing most of the attacks. Yi Zhou raised his sword and confronted Ti Xiu who was facing him, but the sword move was dodged by the opponent.

He dodged sharply, the sword aura brushed against his cheek, took a strand of hair along the root of his hair, and made a long and thin gash on his face.

The skill of physical training to dodge is Yi Zhou's opportunity, he is looking forward to it, and the opponent has just gained a firm footing when he sees a sword stabbing him head-on.

At this moment, it was too late to dodge, so Ti Xiu could only use his kung fu, clenched his fist and reached the tip of the sword.

Physical training exercises the body, and their skills can make the body extra strong. Without magic weapons, they themselves are a humanoid weapon.

It is said that if they have cultivated to the extreme, even top-grade spirit weapons can't do any harm to them.

But this physical cultivation is only at the golden core stage after all, and the sword cultivator who is known for his powerful attacks is encountered in a hurry.

It didn't take a moment for the fist to reach the tip of the sword, and the cultivator on the opposite side withdrew his hand and stepped back. The opponent's hanging hand trembled slightly, and the blood dripping from the back of his hand stained a small piece of the ground dark red.

Yi Zhou didn't give an inch, and continued to attack forward against the attack of the others again, and Ti Xiu retreated and retreated until he stepped on the edge of the platform.

The monk who fell off the platform will be "invited" away by Gui Yuanzong's people as soon as he fails the test.

Seeing that he was in a critical moment, not only did the other monks who formed an alliance with him not come to rescue him, they even slowed down their attack on Yi Zhou.

This is to get rid of him first!

Feeling a part of the heel hanging in the air, his eyes scanned the faces of those people, and his heart became ruthless. He opened his mouth and bit the tip of his tongue, burning his heart, and used a forbidden move.

I saw that his whole body turned khaki, his body was more than one size bigger than before, and his momentum surged, as if he was about to break through to the Nascent Soul.

Lanyue seemed to be stabbed on a hard rock, sparks were sparked, and the force transmitted from the tip of the sword made Yi Zhou's arm go numb.

That move was obviously not easy for Body Cultivator, his face was faintly pained, but his eyes were a little crazy.

The body repairer raised his arm and swept away Yizhou's attack again, but he didn't continue to move forward. Instead, he ignored the sword repairer next to him and attacked like other people around him.

That loose alliance itself has different minds, and they are always prepared to deal with allies. Facing the sudden Ti Xiu, those people panicked and didn't even have time to react, and several people were kicked off the stage by Ti Xiu.

The body after physical training and strengthening is like a treasure. Those who were kicked down were more or less injured, lying on the ground and struggling to get up.

When those people were fighting among themselves, Yi Zhou was not idle. The alliance no longer existed, and the others were even more insignificant to him.

The invisible sword energy pierced through a monk's wrist, interrupting the technique he was about to use, and then swept the monk down the stage. The whole process took only an instant.

With the existence of these two killers, the number of people on this platform has decreased faster than other places, but with two sticks of incense, there are less than ten people left on the platform.

The rest of the people were also frightened by the two of them, their movements were much cramped, they didn't dare to attack them, they only dared to attack each other.

The body repairer broke a monk's limbs and threw him heavily off the platform.

Feeling the gradually cooling blood in his lower body, he turned around and looked at the young man wielding the sword again.

His time is running out, there will be a period of weakness after the exercise fails, and he must get rid of that person before that!

A strange color flashed in his eyes, Ti Xiu let go of the cultivator in front of him, and quickly swept towards Yi Zhou.

Yi Zhou was fighting with another monk, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Just when the body repairer's fist was only half an arm's length away from the sword repairer's head, the opponent suddenly turned around, took a diagonal step and raised his sword to chop.

This sword used all its strength, even if Ti Xiu was physically strong now, his fist was split in half by the spirit sword.

The wound was filled with the sword energy left by the sword cultivator, preventing the wound from healing, and the sword energy tried to squeeze into his body through the wound.

The exercise itself has the effect of making people lose their sanity, and the pain made him even more irritable. With a roar, the body repairer broke his hand directly. The hand that fell to the ground lost its magic power protection, and was instantly smashed into pieces by the sword energy. end.

The blood flow stopped at the wrist, and new branches grew again. The monk didn't dare to hold it any longer, so he threw away his fists and focused on fighting Yi Zhou with his legs and feet.

When the two fought, the rest of the people retreated far away.

It's not that no one wants to make a profit, but that's also based on the fact that both of them are hurting. If they go up rashly now, all they can get is the anger of the two of them.

Physical cultivation is best at close combat with people, no matter how good Yi Zhou's physical skills are, he will occasionally be entangled by others, and every time he is entangled, Yi Zhou will suffer a little.

The wound on his body was aching, and Yi Zhou felt a little irritable. This man's body could be described as an impregnable fortress. Unless he used all his strength, it would be very difficult to cause any harm to him.

He could feel the opponent's strength slowly dropping, but Yi Zhou didn't dare to wait for him to return to normal.

What if his mana was exhausted before the effect of his technique disappeared?

Can't go on like this.

Yi Zhou's eyes were cold, he pulled Lanyue out of the opponent's arm, moved his body slightly, and avoided another blow from the opponent.

Clenching the spirit sword in his hand, there seemed to be a soft sound of the sword in his mind, the sound of the sword was extremely clear, with a bit of pride.

"You have a solution?" Yi Zhou asked with a chuckle, and when he got an affirmative answer, he let go of Lanyue's hand.

Lanyue flew out of his hand and circled behind the body repairer.

Body repair doesn't take it seriously, as long as the sword is not in Yi Zhou's hand, it won't cause any harm to him.

Sure enough, when Lanyue stabbed him, he didn't even break the skin, and he was proud of his body, but he had to resist the wisps of sword energy that came over immediately.

Those sword qi were invisible and invisible, and the power of each sword qi was not too great for him, but when added together, it became a force that he could not ignore.

Turning around, Tixiu exposed his back to Yizhou. Although it was only for a moment, he caught him.

Without a weapon at hand, Yi Zhou regarded himself as a sword. He still remembered the feeling in that state before. When he saw the sword image in his mind again, the sword energy around him began to condense Get up and form an indistinct sword-shaped silhouette.

As soon as the shapeless sword shadow came out, it brought great pressure to the people around, as if they were standing beside an ancient beast, and if they were not careful, the beast would kill them. They skinned and deboned.

The closest body repairer is still Yi Zhou's target, and he perceives much more power than others.

Under this kind of aura, he couldn't even think of resisting, Ti Xiu was so horrified that he was about to run away before he could turn around.

But no matter how fast he was, it couldn't be faster than the sword shadow. The sword-shaped phantom with only outlines flew out of Yi Zhou's hand, and pierced into the cultivator's body before the opponent could move. The points are completely coincident.

The exercises had no effect on Jianying, the flesh was easily crushed like tofu, the copper and iron walls were destroyed, the blood cooled down, and the body became normal, his face was pale, and his feet limp on the ground.

Picking up the people on the ground and throwing them under the platform, Yi Zhou turned to look at the other people on the stage.

The rest of the people were worried, afraid that they would become the next target, and someone shouted: "He must be a strong bow now, let's not be afraid, let's go together!"

Yi Zhou frowned slightly when he heard this, the man was right, he was indeed going to the limit now, and the shallow appearance of the sword shadow alone drained most of the mana in his body.

But there are only five or six people left in front of them, and all of them are not breathing well...

Estimating how long the mana would last, Yi Zhou calmed down a bit. If he used it sparingly, he should be able to repel them all.

Thinking in his heart, Yi Zhou held his sword again, ready to deal with the re-formed alliance.

The loose alliance failed to form as expected. The person who shouted first rushed halfway, and the magic weapon's attack suddenly fell on the other person, and the monk who had no time to react was blown off the platform.

Since then, there are only the last five people left on the stage.