Li Muran, who originally planned to use other means, felt aroused when he saw the vision of these swords and did not use other means such as talismans.

He could clearly feel that the two swords at this time seemed to have just swallowed countless lives, becoming astonishingly evil and their power would increase greatly

The more bloody this weapon is, the more powerful it is, the more powerful it is

Li Muran immediately held two swords in his hand, rubbed his body upwards, and attacked Feixing Gongzi again.

The latter did not care about it. He relied on the high quality of his armor and did not dodge or avoid it. At the same time, he waved a pair of wolf claw magic weapons on his arm and used the shadows of the claws all over the sky to grab Li Muran.

The claw shadows in the sky were shining with golden light, very gorgeous. Li Muran suddenly opened his mouth and squirted, and a pure white spiritual light surged out, not conspicuous at all under the golden light in the sky. However, in this white light, the claw shadows dissipated invisible, with the slightest power blocking Li Muran's attack.

Li Muran took the opportunity to bully the Feixing Young Master, and slashed the two swords in his hand together.

"Brush" two swords, a layer of dazzling golden light appeared on Young Master Feixing's armor, but a layer of blood light also appeared on the blade of the two swords. The blood light actually contained extremely strong corrosion force, eroding the golden light, and the two swords also left two deep knife marks on the armor.

Among them, the sword cut by the Soul-Slaying Sword even directly cut through the protective armor of Master Feixing, leaving a bloody mouth that was not too deep on him.

The young master Feixing was shocked. He could not have expected that the opponent's magic weapon suddenly became so sharp that even his special refined top-quality armor could be cut.

Li Muran acted very quickly, and slashed out with one knife. Before the other party could react, he slashed down with another knife. This time, the wound left by the Soul-Slaying Knife became deeper, and the fur on the back of the Flying Star Master was immediately stained with blood.

The flying star master cried out in pain and turned around and fled. His speed of escape and dodging was extremely fast, and his body movements were simply dazzling; however, his opponent was the faster Li Muran, who was moving at full speed, and even the naked eye could not capture it.

While flashing, Young Master Feixing threw out a pair of wolf claws in his hand. The latter turned into two golden lights and attacked Li Muran who was chasing him.

Li Muran waved his two swords in his hand, and with two "dangdang" sounds, he actually directly cut through and destroyed these two top-quality wolf claw magic weapons.

Although Young Master Feixing did not look back, his divine thoughts made all this clear, and he suddenly felt cold in his heart. The other party's two swords could even cut off the top wolf claws with one knife. If he cut a few more times and completely breaks the armor, he was afraid that his body would be easily cut in half by his sword.

He could no longer care about his image, so he could only escape blindly, not only to confront Li Muran head-on

"Damn it, when did such a master emerge in the Tiangong Tribe? He had only a fifth-level cultivation level and his speed was still above me. The magic weapon in his hand was even higher than my wolf claws." Young Master Feixing said hatefully in his heart.

The second holy son of the sixth-level cultivation of the Feitian Tribe was actually chased by an unknown saint of an unknown small tribe with a fifth-level cultivation of the Flying Tribe and fled in panic. The other cultivators who saw this scene were also shocked.

Anyone with a little experience can see that this little tribe with a fifth-level cultivation is definitely a master.

Not to mention the depth of his mana, how powerful his magical powers are, whether there are other means, just relying on his amazing speed and the sharp double-sword magic weapon in his hand, it is enough to have a headache. Some people are even wondering if they are in the position of the Flying Star Master, can they face such a master?

The speed of the Flying Star Master was not easy, and even in the midst of a chaotic battle, the werewolf did not dare to stop him, so in a moment, he escaped from most of the competition stage, but Li Muran behind him still chased him and slashed out several sharp sword lights from time to time.

"Brother, help me." Young Master Feixing had to send a secret message to his brother Feichen for help, but the latter was still motionless and had no intention of taking action.

Young Master Feixing was fleeing to where his brother was desperately located. Suddenly, countless moonlights popped up in front of him, hitting him like sharp arrows.

"Princess Xiyue, it's her." Young Master Feixing was shocked. The one who took action to deal with him was Princess Xiyue of the Dark Moon Tribe, who even had a engagement with him.

There were countless moonlight arrows hitting him in front, and Li Muran slashed him with both swords behind him. The flying star master had no choice but to dodge his body to the side and fly dozens of feet away.

Li Muran and Princess Xiyue did not pursue Feixing Gongzi anymore because the latter was forced to leave the competition platform.

According to the competition rules, you can only fight within the competition platform and the range above. Once you leave this range, even if you take the initiative to admit defeat and give up, you cannot fight again.

Young Master Feixing obviously discovered this, and he immediately looked regretful, and at the same time he looked at Li Muran and Princess Xiyue with hatred.

"You" Young Master Feixing shouted angrily to Princess Xiyue. He didn't understand why this woman was forced to get out of the game in order to put her in desperate situation at this critical moment. It has a great relationship with this woman.

"Hmph, I have warned you that no matter who is close to this princess within twenty feet, I will take action to eliminate her. This is what you asked for," Princess Xiyue said coldly.

"It's outrageous." Young Master Feixing was furious and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by an old werewolf man with a strong aura: "Stop talking, isn't it embarrassing enough?"

When Master Feixing saw this old man, he was depressed and dared not say a word.

After Young Master Feixing was eliminated, Li Muran walked to a corner of the competition platform without hesitation.

He only looked at the monks around him coldly, and the monks consciously avoided them, not daring to get close to within thirty feet of his surroundings.

At this time, Li Muran was also enjoying the same "treatment" as Cang Wuque, Feichen, Princess Xiyue and others. As long as you stand quietly, no one dared to cause trouble for him.

This kind of treatment was won by his actions of chasing the Flying Star Master. Even if these werewolfs on the field were arrogant, they would never think that they were much more intelligent than the Flying Star Master. Since this fifth-level small tribe saint son could force the Flying Star Master to be eliminated, it would be difficult for them to face it.

Since the battle between the Hundred Wolves, a stick of incense has passed. Nearly half of werewolfs of the tribes have been eliminated. Some know that they are defeated and give up voluntarily, while others are seriously injured and unconscious and thrown out of the stage by their opponents. Several saints have also been killed on the competition stage.

Among the remaining 100 holy sons, almost all of them are masters from various tribes, and there are no obvious weak people.

Therefore, when everyone was afraid of each other, they were careful and took the initiative to attack, but there were very few people who were not allowed to do so.

After a while, there were less than eighty or ninety people left on the field. At this time, the saints each occupied one "territory" and did not invade each other, and the competition became very calm.

The fight stopped, but the atmosphere became even more tense. Everyone knew that if the last forty saints were decided, the competition would not end; and the later, the competition became more intense, because everyone left behind was not an ordinary person

Therefore, although no one was fighting on the stage, everyone in the audience was still watching the battle quietly, not daring to make noise, and not daring to urge.

After this situation lasted for half a stick of incense, Cang Wuque, the first saint of the Cangfeng tribe who was sitting in a corner of the competition platform, suddenly stood up.

This kind of master naturally attracted everyone's attention when he moved, and almost all his eyes immediately looked at this person.

Cang Wuque smiled slightly and said loudly: "Young Master Feichen, Princess Xiyue, and the Holy Sons of various tribes, it should be time for me to take action. We will find an opponent and eliminate him. In this way, the first round of competition will be almost over. I wonder what you think?"

The tone of his speech was like a family repentance, very calm. However, at the same time, he flashed and suddenly bullied a sixth-level werewolf, grabbed it with one hand and slapped the werewolf on the shoulder.

This scratch seemed ordinary, but the sixth-level werewolf could not escape. And after being beaten by Cang Wuque, the sixth-level werewolf was suddenly completely sealed, as if his body was stiff and motionless, without any resistance.

Cang Wuque immediately grabbed the person's body, threw it gently, and threw it out of the competition platform.

While raising his hands and feet, Cang Wuque easily dealt with an opponent, and at this moment, his words had just fallen.

Li Muran's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene. He practiced the dark eye technique and saw Cang Wuque's every move clearly. Cang Wuque's steps seemed ordinary, but he took several feet in one step, but in fact he was astonishingly fast. His casual grab also contained extremely powerful magic power, which actually formed a powerful invisible force, covering the opponent's whole body, making the opponent unable to break free in a short time; and with a slap, he immediately injected a very strong magic power, penetrated the opponent's body protective armor and directly injected into the opponent's body, blocking all the opponent's meridians in an instant, causing the opponent to completely lose the power of resistance.

Cang Wuque seemed at ease throughout the whole process. This person's strength is really unpredictable.

"Miaoji" was silent. Fei Chen, the first saint son of the Feitian Tribe who had never taken action even when he saw his younger brother, Young Master Feixing, was the first to make a statement at this time. He immediately agreed to Cang Wuque's proposal, and then he flashed and rushed towards a saint son not far away.

"Stop and exit voluntarily." The Holy Son was shocked and hurriedly flew out of the competition platform without thinking.

However, as soon as he flew into the air, he saw a flickering wolf shadow in front of him, and was blocked by Feichen.
Chapter completed!