"How is that possible?"
Qin Yubai gave him a look and continued, "Who doesn’t want to live forever? It’s a pity that I’m no match for exquisite sister. Haha"
Qin Yu said that at the end, she smiled at Jiang Linglong with an open-minded smile. "Cousin, I’ll just give up later. You must get the Taoist Yuan Chen, you know?"
Jiang Linglong nodded. "I can give up and give it to you if you want, but can you beat Brother Su?"
"can’t"
Qin Yu remained speechless. He had already seen Su Ying’s strength along the way, although it was the tip of the iceberg, but it was not that he could deal with it. Since he knew Su Ying, he had to contend with him from the beginning until now Qin Yu had to admit in his heart that he was no match in the face of Su Ying.
Three people so said that the field is about to start fighting. The first group is Bi Chen Fang Yue.
Bi Chen is the first person of the younger generation of the five evils brothers, while Fang Yue is Fang Qing’s brother and sister. She is a cold-faced woman dressed in black. Although she is not as talented as Jiang Linglong, she is also slim and graceful.
When the two faced each other, Bi Chen sneered, "Miss Fang, you are not my opponent. You have to throw in the towel directly, which hurts our young brother’s kindness."
He is a sworn brother and Fang Yue is a ghost king’s brother. However, Bi Chen said this because he wanted to protect his strength to deal with a round.
"good"
It’s surprising that Fang Yue bit her lips and gave up directly.
Everyone said that no one spoke. The second group was Fang Qing Zhou Li and so on. They went directly to the field.
Zhou Li is a genius of Qingyun Gate. Others are silent all the way without saying a few words. The whole person is dressed as a Confucian scholar, which makes people look like a well-read poet at first glance.
Fang Qing, on the other hand, is a kind-hearted young man, and his sister Fang Yue is simply one by one, and no one will believe that these two people turned out to be a female compatriot.
"Come on, you Qingyun Gate, I have a lot of grievances over the years. Today, I will beat you and let you know that I am a ghost king." Fang Qing laughed and suddenly a black ghostly monster appeared behind him.
His practice is a ghost king, and the more powerful he is, the more powerful he is. Everyone knows that the ghost king’s younger brother is the most difficult because they fight, and they fight and kill all the ghosts, and they often lose because of the huge consumption.
It can be described as extremely wronged.
"Brother Fang, please advise me." Zhou Li was indifferent and his wrist moved three feet. Qingfeng suddenly appeared in his hand and was held by him.
"Hum hypocrisy!" Fang Qing smiled coldly for a moment, and the whole person rushed towards Zhou Li like a hungry wolf. The spectre behind him roared fiercely and seemed to want to swallow Zhou Li in one bite.
Zhou Li saw that his face was unhurried, and the sword swept away and cut it directly toward Fang Qing’s spectre. However, he directly hit him. Although he was armed with a spirit weapon, the demon was illusory and it was impossible to win with a sword alone.
Because Zhou Li’s sword directly passes through the spectre’s body like cutting gas.
"Haha, before the calf nose old spectre came in, it was specially blessed by the patriarch. Your long sword root did harm to my spectre method!" Fang Qing was so proud that when his voice fell, he exported the demon behind him with one punch, and his fist fell directly from the sky and turned his eyes to Zhou Li’s head.
Zhou Li’s face changed and his body moved for a moment. The spectre’s huge fist bombarded the ground and caused a terrible noise.
"Ha ha? Don’t give up quickly, or you’ll always cry and cry! " Fang Qing drove the spectre to step by step toward the rites of rites, and every step was as heavy as carrying Wan Jun’s strength.
Zhou Li’s face was tight and his face was no longer just indifferent. Seeing Fang Qing coming, he turned his wrist and directly inserted his sword into the ground. Then he shouted "Haoran plough!"
Om, a layer of milky and vigorous gas shield rises around the body of Zhou Li in his life. This shield is full of light ripples, and there is fierce masculinity overflowing, so it is twisted.
"What? Haoran Tianzhu? You "Fang Qing suddenly face fusion at the sight of this.
Haoran plough is the skill of Qingyun Gate Juexue. Masculinity specifically restrains all coldness and femininity, but it is more than ten times more restrained against evil and something congenial.
Fang Qing, a spectre, is strong, but it is of no help in the face of Zhou Li’s lofty plough.
Sure enough, Zhou Li smiled and suddenly stepped out with a powerful gas shield condensed from the highest plough, and rushed to Fang Qing like a cannonball. Fang Qing roared and was about to resist but the root.
The spectre met awe-inspiring spirit and immediately let out a piercing scream. The painted black body melted like snow, and most of it dissipated in an instant.
And Fang Qing’s whole body was also hit hard, and he vomited blood and fell backwards.
"Brother, are you all right?" Party month hurriedly ran to the front of Fang Qing cut way
"Sister, I’m all right. His grandmother’s calf nose has actually got the lofty plough. This time it’s elder brother. I miscalculated." Fang Qing bitterly scolded 1 in her heart.
According to his estimation, he can kill this calf nose even if he loses, and the patriarch also specially condensed the congenital ghost for them before coming in, which is equivalent to the congenital master spectre.
I want to show my cards, but who knows that this week’s rites actually cultivated Haoran plough, so that even Fang Qing’s innate ghost will be restrained by Haoran plough.
Of course, if it is condensed all day, the ghost is just arrogant, but the root is nothing.
It’s a pity that Fang Qing’s strength hasn’t reached this point yet.
"In the second round, the little friend won, and then the third round." Road flyover Yuan Chen narrowed his eyes and announced this level of fighting lightly, which really didn’t interest him much, but choosing one of his own could stand watching.
Wang Xingyuan walked into the field with Mu Cheng holding a folding fan, but Wang Xingyuan was still cold.
"Let’s start"
As Taoist Yuan Chen announced that the third round of competition was about to begin.
Chapter 65 Furious beast
"B-brother will meet later. If I lose, please show me your hand."
Mucheng folding fan gently shakes her mouth and always has a faint smile.
Wang Xingyuan’s eyebrows slightly wrinkled and said coldly, "Although B-brother makes moves, I will always win."
"Well, you’re welcome in that case!" Mu Chengpa put away the folding fan feet and rushed towards Wang Xingyuan.
The folding fan hand is like waving a sword and mu cheng jumps directly to Wang Xingyuan’s front, and goes straight to Wang Xingyuan’s throat. It’s really necessary to kill him with one blow.
Pop!
A flips Wang Xingyuan to resist a finger flick fan bone Mu Cheng laughed coldly, fingers twisted and the folding fan suddenly opened its wrist and flipped towards Wang Xingyuan’s neck again
This folding fan is a magic weapon at first glance. Every time he makes a move, it is very sharp. He is like a completely changed person, from being afraid of Wang Xingyuan’s heart to being confident at this time.
"brush ~"
A blood stain appeared on Wang Xingyuan’s white neck. If he didn’t reflect quickly enough, Mu Cheng really wanted him to seal his throat and splash blood for five steps, and he was isolated from the world.
"Great fan work"
Wang Xingyuan’s move made people around him gasp. Mu Cheng is a brother of Fei Xing Ge, but what he is proficient in is the yin and yang and the five elements of the stars. Who wants to be so skilled?
Everyone thought of underestimating this person.
Wang Xingyuan sullenly touched the neck blood for a moment and began to become passive and take the initiative to make direct moves. His palm was glowing with black and red gas, and with a wave of his backhand, a palm print instantly moved towards Mucheng’s head cover.
"Blood palm!"
Mu Cheng’s face changed, and the folding fan closed directly to the point to bite Wang Xingyuan’s palm and let him sink his palm suddenly. However, at this time, Wang Xingyuan attacked again with his other hand and patted it toward Mu Cheng’s chest.
The evil blood palm is more powerful than the evil blood palm that Su should have seen. If you are hit in the body, you will be eroded by blood gas immediately, and soon your flesh and blood will melt into a pool of blood.
Mucheng did not dare to raise my hand and clap a palm toward Wang Xingyuan. The two of them suddenly collided with each other in the palm of Wang Xingyuan’s hand, and suddenly the center of the two of them sent out a circle of air billow.
At the same time, the two people are pedaling back.
Wang Xingyuan, who stayed in shape, took a serious look at Mu Cheng and said, "I admit that I underestimated you."
"Ha-ha, B-brother, I’m flattered." Mu Cheng’s smile is not easy. Wang Xingyuan is powerful and not underestimated. Although he has been hiding for a long time, he still has to take it seriously.
"In that case, I won’t leave my hand." Wang Xingyuan’s voice fell and the whole body was full of qi, and the whole person was wrapped in blood gas
When Mu Cheng’s face changed, he immediately sneered, "Just to see the true strength of B-brother!"
Mu Cheng agreed to raise his hand and put a folding fan in his hand to prepare for the battle!
Wang Xingyuan was wrapped in blood gas like a shield. His whole body was twisted with gas. For a moment, Wang Xingyuan suddenly jumped up and made another move.
Then they saw a huge palm-sized water tank made up of pure blood gas, and the power was extraordinary towards Mu Chenggai.