The leader of Baiyun Sect said: "Chen Feng, it is proved that our Baiyun Sect is the strongest sect in the Dragon City. It's time to go!"

"Yes!...Yes, dad!"

Chen Feng's eyes were vague, and he held the Hunyuan Ice Soul Stick, jumped up and flew onto the ring.

The leader of the Baiyun Sect had no idea about Chen Feng meeting Murong Chen at the Broken Soul Cliff, nor did he know that Chen Feng and Li Yuanba joined forces to go to Murong Mansion for a late-night assassination.

He also thought that Chen Feng was invincible, better than Li Yuanba of Xieyue Pavilion, Wang Yu of Tianwu Palace, and Liu Fei of Shifang Villa.

Chen Feng has already booked a quota for the Hanging City Sect to Wanzhou.

If you can get a good ranking in this Dragon Falling Competition, it will be the icing on the cake.

"Chen Feng, we're meeting again!"

Murong Chen smiled slightly, his eyes showing a fierce light.

Chen Feng's heartbeat was rapid, knowing that he was no match for Murong Chen, so he spoke: "This is a mid-grade magic weapon, Hunyuan Ice Soul Stick, I'll give him to you!"

Murong Chen remembers that on the Broken Soul Cliff, Chen Feng chased him behind the back, and the Hunyuan Ice Soul Stick hit him on the back.

Chen Feng took the initiative to hand over his magic weapon and gave up his weapons.

In the world of cultivation, it is a great shame for warriors to take the initiative to hand over their magical weapons.

"Chen Feng, what are you doing?

You're so angry!"

The leader of Baiyun Sect pointed at Chen Feng and cursed.

Murong Chen refused to let him go and took Chen Feng's Hunyuan Ice Soul Stick into the storage armband, "Chen Feng, you are going to die!"

"Ah! No!"

Chen Feng completely lost the majesty of a warrior and kept shouting.

“I…I admit defeat?

Ah! No, I abstain, I abstain!"

Chen Feng ran to the Baimei Taoist and shouted.

After abstaining from the power, he was no longer qualified to participate in this Dragon Falling Competition, but Chen Feng didn't have to die.

"die!"

Murong Chen danced and swam the dragon step, took a few steps, and fell down with a force of ten thousand pounds. He stepped on Chen Feng's head.

With a bang! Chen Feng's brain bones were broken, his brain was bursting, and his flesh was blurred.

Such unkind and unrighteous people who stay in Wuyang Continent are a disaster.

Chen Feng's body was carried off the ring.

With Chen Feng's death, the competition for Falling Dragon City seemed to end. The first strong competitor either took the initiative to admit defeat or was killed by Murong Chen. If he continued to compete, it seemed that there was no important meaning.

Murong Chen's highlight moment made other warriors ashamed.

The battle between the second and third places is also overshadowed.

Murong Chen turned the tide and made the competition for Falling Dragon City one by one.

"Are there any challengers?"

The Taoist Baimei shook his head and thought to himself that this year's Dragon City Competition was too unexpected to him.

It surprised everyone even more.

The eldest master of the Murong family, Murong Chen, is definitely the strongest man in the peak duel.

"Are there any challengers?"

Taoist Baimei asked again.

The major sects in the Dragon City all remained silent.

The heads of those sects looked even more ugly, except for the leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Murong Bo, who was smiling and happy.

Murong Chen, Chen'er, he really did it.

The three-pupil Tianhu yawned, "It's so boring. The strength of these martial artists is too bad!"

Wei Yue'er looked at Murong Chen, who was so handsome on the ring, and her eyes were straightened.

Many ladies and daughters in the family are even more envious of Murong Chen. Even if they are a concubine for Murong Chen, they are willing to do so.

The warriors who bet with Santong Tianhu were very quiet, pouting and hanging their heads, feeling fooled by Santong Tianhu.

If Murong Chen really wins, the three-pronged Heavenly Fox will make a fortune.

"I!"

A feminine voice came out, and the black figure fell on the ring.

The martial arts cultivation aura at the peak of the first level of the Divine Awareness Realm of Black Figure is released.

A sense of pressure permeated the ring.

"It's Lu Yihan!"

"Lu Yihan is here, and he feels that his martial arts cultivation is much stronger than yesterday!"

"I'll just say that Lu Yihan's strength will not make Murong Chen so arrogant!"

"Lu Yihan, that's also the one that Wanzhou and the sect are attracted to. Now Murong Chen is finished!"

"Murong Chen fought several people in a row, and his vitality was damaged. Lu Yihan waited for his work.

I think Murong Chen will definitely lose!"

The three-pupil Tianhu glared at him, "This Lu Yihan is probably not easy to deal with!"

A three-foot long sword in Lu Yihan's hand turned out to be a top-grade divine weapon.

"The top-grade magical weapon, the ten-descendant swords!"

The owner of the Shifang Villa Liu said in surprise.

Ten Jue Sword! The white-browed Taoist frowned and his eyes flashed. Ten Jue Sword is a top-grade divine weapon, and it should be the only divine sword in the Dragon City.

With the combat power of the top-grade divine weapon Ten Swords, the martial arts cultivation level at the peak of the first level of the Divine Awareness Realm, the martial arts awakening talented soul beast eight-faced peacock, Lu Yihan has the confidence to kill Murong Chen.

"Murong Chen, surrender?

Still die!”

Lu Yihan raised his eyebrows and said in a whisper: "I am the first in the Dragon City Competition this year. I will enter the Martial God Temple with the honor of Dragon City."

"Turning turtle!"

Murong Chen said lightly.

"Master, kill this guy who is neither male nor female!"
Chapter completed!