Chapter 1808: Moon Worship

"Dou Xiao."

The silver-haired young man's feet floated on the surface of the ring. His originally indifferent eyes stared at Zhuo Bufan, with a sharp light faintly revealed, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Zhuo Bufan."

Zhuo Bufan also politely clasped his fists. Being able to defeat many challengers and stand here, he must have strong strength and should be respected.

"I know it's difficult to defeat you, but I hope you can give your all. This is a respect for me." Dou Xiao said slowly, with a strong fighting spirit in his voice.

After a slight pause, Zhuo Bufan summoned the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, held it in his hand, and used all his strength, which was also a kind of respect for the opponent.

"Okay, don't think I'm one of those trash." Dou Xiao saw the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. After all, in the previous battle, Zhuo Bufan didn't even take out his weapon.

Whoosh!

As soon as the words fell, Dou Xiao's true energy surged, and his figure turned into a stream of light. He shook the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear pierced the air, causing a sound of breaking wind. The strong airflow covered the spear body, and several sharp backflows formed on the surface of the spear body. A cold light shot straight at Zhuo Bufan's face.

The strong and violent true energy surged out. Before the spear arrived, the powerful true energy had already shaken several cracks on the ground of the ring.

Clang!

In an instant, Zhuo Bufan blocked the Ice Emperor Rain Sword against his chest. The tip of the spear formed a small vortex, which hit the sword of the Ice Emperor Rain Sword and suddenly exploded. A fierce true energy burst out, spreading out a ball of gas explosion, shaking the light covering the ring.

Chi Chi...

At the same time, Zhuo Bufan's feet rubbed against the solid stone surface of the ring, forcibly scratched two deep gullies, retreated more than ten meters away, and then stopped.

"Dragon Spear!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded, and Dou Xiao's silver hair flew. It was obvious that facing such a strong opponent as Zhuo Bufan, he no longer had any reservations, and the advantage of the powerful true essence of the high-level cultivator of the Galaxy level was fully demonstrated.

The silver spear in his hand waved out pieces of silver light, and the wind whistled all over the sky. Immediately, an extremely sharp silver light shot out from the silver light, like a roaring dragon, almost tearing the world apart.

A vivid dragon covered Dou Xiao and the silver spear, and the spear and the man became one. For a moment, the eyes of many spectators gathered on him, revealing a look of fear. It seemed that Dou Xiao was going to explode his strongest attack.

"Worship the moon."

Facing the roaring and low-humming silver dragon, Zhuo Bufan's pupils shrank slightly, and then burst out two balls of brilliant light, stomped his feet on the ground, and spider-like cracks spread under his feet. The Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand chopped directly at the silver dragon.

The dazzling sword light was like a crescent moon, dazzling to the extreme.

Two equally powerful gun shadows and sword lights collided in the air, bursting out dazzling light.

For a moment, the dazzling light burst out and filled the entire ring.

Almost all the spectators held their breath, staring at the light in the ring without blinking. After a moment, a figure in the light burst directly away, and fell heavily on the stone surface of the ring, smashing a deep pit, and smoke and dust rose.

Another figure stood in the air, with an unmatched momentum.

"I lost..." The figure in the deep pit lay in the center, with a bitter arc on the corner of his mouth with a trace of blood, and said slowly.

Immediately, in the sky, a silver light fell from the sky, and a silver gun trembled slightly on the stone surface next to it.

The sharp figure in the air was Zhuo Bufan, and he was unscathed.

Everyone who witnessed Zhuo Bufan's strength took a deep breath again. Dou Xiao and Zhuo Bufan also squeezed into the finals of the group stage. Both of them had strong strength, but Dou Xiao lost without even hurting Zhuo Bufan. Such a result also surprised many people.

Zhuo Bufan just performed the fifth style of the Nine Swords Against the Sky, "Worship the Moon", but Zhuo Bufan has only just begun to learn this style. However, Zhuo Bufan found that the "Cold Qi True Essence" in his body and "Worship the Moon" have a very good auxiliary effect. The sword is like the cold moon, with an unparalleled effect.

"The four groups have gone through the elimination rounds. Now the group champions have been produced. Next is the final arena champion duel. You will have three hours to rest, and then the final will begin."

Su Yuanfan's voice resounded faintly throughout the valley.

"Master Zhuo, congratulations..."

"Master Zhuo, congratulations, you can get the first place in the group stage, the seven gates will definitely have a big reward..."

Zhuo Bufan returned to the camp of Yu Lanxing monks, and there were endless compliments. Zhuo Bufan bowed his hands with an embarrassed look and dealt with it.

The champions of the group stage have all been born. The first group is a young man named "縢一", who is unknown. After a hard fight, he won the group championship.

The second group is a woman, who turned out to be Qian Zhimo.

The third group is Duanmu Jinglin. Daojun lost to Duanmu Jinglin and unexpectedly did not win the group championship.

However, the magic talent shown by Daojun made many people feel amazing, and many people even believed that if Daojun was given time, he would surpass Duanmu Jinglin one day.

"I wanted to fight with you, but it seems that there is no chance now." Daojun came to Zhuo Bufan with a faint smile on his lips. He was not upset because of the defeat and smiled.

"There will be many opportunities in the future." Zhuo Bufan smiled faintly.

"If you face Duanmu Jinglin, you have to be careful. That guy's strength... is very strong." Daojun said slowly, as if reminding Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan nodded. Of course, he would not underestimate Duanmu Jinglin. After all, in terms of talent, Duanmu Jinglin can sit in the position of the first genius of the Seven Gates, and with the powerful resources of the Duanmu family, his strength is naturally self-evident.

Thinking of Duanmu Jinglin putting pressure on him in public in Dayan City, and even asking him to kneel down and apologize, Zhuo Bufan's heart was filled with a fire, and he wanted to severely punish Duanmu Jinglin.

But at that time, he did not have the capital to challenge Duanmu Jinglin, but now, the outcome is hard to say.

In the audience seats, many family patriarchs and senior staff of the Seven Gates were quite surprised by Zhuo Bufan, the dark horse. You must know that this kind of new disciples in the ring are just going through a process. There were some geniuses among the new students who only passed the elimination round. It has been hundreds of years since Zhuo Bufan entered the finals.

"Is this little guy the one who broke the records of the Huasheng Pool and the Blood Demon Pool?"

In the center of the audience, an old man sitting in the first seat, who looked like a dying old man, said slowly, his small eyes sparkling with a strong brilliance. No one dared to underestimate this old man who looked like an ordinary old man. He was the leader of the Seven Sects, the Seventh Elder of the Xuanjie Sect.