As soon as Fang Caiying's figure fell on the ring, he heard Fu Songcheng chuckling and said, "Beauty, I heard Zhang Ye give you some advice. What? Do you want to defeat me? I tell you that it is impossible to defeat me on the ring. Hehe, it's almost the same in chuáng..."

Several referees on the ring frowned. Fu Songcheng didn't look like a master of the ninth level of martial arts, but he looked like a gangster on the street, and his words were extremely frivolous. If an ordinary young master spoke like this, the referees would have slapped him long ago. But Fu Songcheng's father was still the master of the Yueguo Zhen Palace. Even if the referees had a special identity, they could not afford to offend him, so they could only pretend that they didn't hear it.

"Okay! Both sides are ready!" The referee decisively interrupted Fu Songcheng's speech and announced: "The game begins!"

Fang Caiying was so angry that Fu Songcheng said that, and the referee had just announced the start, and she immediately launched an attack.

"Hiss!"

The "Random Finger" in the "Three Finger of God's Intention" was instantly used by Fang Caiying. Fang Caiying's three Finger of God's Intention is a combat skill that pays great attention to artistic conception. Once the fingering method is used, the entire arena is enveloped by an ethereal artistic conception, and even the extremely cold arena becomes softer.

Zhang Ye, who was under the ring, looked at Fang Caiying's move and nodded slightly. Fang Caiying's "only finger" was used, and she felt that Wen Wenruo and Rou had no lethality. In fact, this combat technique contained murderous intent invisible, just like time, and unknowingly, she could suck people's will and take away people's lives.

Seeing Fang Caiying's finger pointing, soft moonlight suddenly appeared on Fu Songcheng's body, and then Fu Songcheng's palm gently slapped out. The palm technique that Fu Songcheng practiced was called "Moonlight Palm". When the [Flash God Slaughtering Group] was used, his palm was like a bright moon. Fang Caiying's "Random Finger" was unable to escape before Fu Songcheng's Moonlight Palm and was blocked.

Fu Songcheng's cultivation level is in the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts, while Fang Caiying's cultivation level is in the early stage of the ninth level of martial arts. Fang Caiying's body shook slightly and took two steps back.

"Haha, beauty, although your combat skills are good, your cultivation is a small level lower than mine. You can't do anything to me!" Fu Songcheng blocked Fang Caiying's attack, chuckled, teased Fang Caiying again, completely ignoring the referee beside the ring.

"Looking for death!" Fang Caiying shouted lightly and launched an attack with all his might.

"Shit--"

The sliver of finger wind appeared on the arena like the spring breeze. What Fang Caiying now used is the most powerful "Suiting God" among the three fingers of divine will. This slivering God's finger comes and goes without a trace, and even Fu Songcheng has to deal with it carefully.

"Meet!" The moonlight on Fu Songcheng's body suddenly spread, covering the entire arena in the soft moonlight, creating a dreamlike artistic conception. Fang Caiying's "Three Fingers of God's Intention" itself is also a combat skill that focuses on artistic conception. Influenced by Fu Songcheng's artistic conception, she almost lost in this kind of moonlight. Fortunately, she received Zhang Ye's warning before going on stage, and did not really lose, but the speed of the attack was affected by a slight impact.

"Yingyin--"

Fu Songcheng took the opportunity to use the moonlight palm technique, and a round of bright moon suddenly rose on the ring. [Flash God Slaughtering Group] The round of bright moons were like bright light, and the attacks emitted were like mercury pouring into the ground, which was simply omnipresent. Fang Caiying's cultivation was lower than Fu Songcheng, and her artistic conception was affected. Under this situation, although she used the most powerful "Suit the God One Finger" among the three fingers of divine will, she was still at an absolute disadvantage.

"Shit-"

While dodging, Fang Caiying used his fingers to the gods with all his strength. The fingers of the gods were extremely consuming. But at this time, Fang Caiying could only use the "Suiting Gods' fingers" to fight Fu Songcheng's "Moonlight Palm Technique".

After fighting for dozens of moves, Fang Caiying's clothes were soaked. Zhang Ye took a look below and knew that Fang Caiying's true energy had almost been used. And fighting so many moves with Fu Songcheng, he also achieved the purpose of training. He immediately said, "Okay, Senior Sister Fang, you give up."

Fang Caiying nodded slightly and was saying to admit defeat. At this time, Fu Songcheng suddenly smiled strangely, his palm technique suddenly became heavier, and endless power surged out like a river. In the face of this endless power, Fang Caiying found that he could not even admit defeat!

"Hahahaha!" The true energy in Fu Songcheng's body was completely pressed out, and the infinite power sprinkled like moonlight, making Fang Caiying exhausted and sweat profusely. Looking at Fang Caiying's wonderful curves, Fu Songcheng couldn't help but let out a harsh chuckling.

Fang Caiying has a beautiful appearance. When she was soaked all over at this time, she looked like she was charming. Fu Songcheng relied on his mid-stage ninth level of martial arts to firmly suppress Fang Caiying and admired Fang Caiying's gracefulness. His feeling was so good.

Looking at Fu Songcheng's naturally frivolous Fang Caiying, the young warriors were in an uproar. Some young men with strong spirits even shouted, defending Fang Caiying and hoping that the referee would stop the battle immediately.

"This kid Fu Songcheng actually teased Senior Sister Fang in public. He challenged my patience repeatedly. I am so tired of living! When it comes to the challenge, I will name this person and destroy this kid!" A trace of murderous intent flashed in Zhang Ye's eyes, and he said to the referee in a deep voice: "I am Zhang Ye, the leader of the Wei Kingdom. We have lost this battle in Wei Kingdom. Please end the battle immediately."

The referee nodded slightly, his body shook slightly, and a powerful and gentle force was immediately emitted in vain, and separated the two of them between Fu Songcheng and Fang Caiying. At this time, Fang Caiying had exhausted his true energy after the battle, and almost couldn't stand firmly.

Zhang Ye nodded slightly at Feng Tongming. Feng Tongming immediately understood and flew to the arena and helped Fang Caiying down.

Seeing Feng Tongming helping Fang Caiying down, Fu Songcheng's eyes showed a hint of regret and turned around.

After the battle, the referee announced the contestants of the twelfth battle: "In the twelfth game, Zhang Ye of Weiguo Zhendian, and Fu Songshi of Yueguo Zhendian. Now please ask the contestants of both sides to come on the court as soon as possible."

Just as Zhang Ye was about to set off, Wei Jingtian suddenly pulled Zhang Ye and whispered: "This Fu Songshi is Fu Songcheng's younger brother. These two brothers are hungry ghosts in the sè and they like women very much. Junior Brother Zhang, wait for the stage later, don't be polite to him..."

Zhang Ye's eyes lit up slightly. Fu Songcheng relied on his powerful strength and was flirting with Fang Caiying many times, which made Zhang Ye angry. Now that he heard his younger brother appear on the stage, Zhang Ye felt a sudden murderous intent in his heart: "Fu Songcheng has not met this kid for the time being, I have no choice. But when he meets his younger brother, I am not guilty of being ruthless!"

"Swish!"

Zhang Ye flashed and came up to the arena.

Zhang Ye just came to the ring, and another figure also appeared on the ring. This person's appearance was six or seven points similar to Fu Songcheng, and his handsomeness was two or three points of evil spirit. It was Fu Songcheng's younger brother Fu Songshi.

Fu Songshi's cultivation level is in the early stage of the ninth level of martial arts. Judging from his aura, it is not far from the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts. Flying onto the arena, Fu Songshi's eyes fell on Zhang Ye. Yinyin smiled and said, "Zhang Ye, you have injured my Yue Kingdom people. I want you to double the battle."

Zhang Ye sneered at the corner of his mouth, without saying a word.

At this time, the referee asked the two to stand up and announced: "The game begins!"

Before the referee's voice had fallen, a terrifying aura suddenly appeared on Zhang Ye's body. This aura appeared extremely suddenly, like a dark cloud suddenly dissipating and the sun jumped out in an instant. The momentum surged out and immediately locked Fu Songshi firmly. The sword intention from the ancient invaded every inch of Fu Songshi's skin in an instant. Even though Fu Songshi's cultivation reached the ninth level of martial arts, he felt like he fell into an ice cellar!

Boom!

While Zhang Ye's momentum was locking on Fu Songshi, he slashed his palm. The moment he slashed his palm, it was like an ancient king suddenly descending. An ancient, mysterious and domineering sword intent appeared in the void like the scorching sun, looking down at everyone. The audience in the competition were suppressed by this sword intent, and only felt the spirit Hun throbbing and almost knelt down. Although the young masters from the six kingdoms in the east had the ninth level of martial arts cultivation, they also felt the spirit Hun throbbing in front of Zhang Ye's sword, and their faces became pale.

"What a terrible sword intent! Zhang Ye's strength is still above my estimation!" Chu Yuxiang sensed Zhang Ye's sword intent, and his face changed slightly.

"What a terrible knife intention! I wonder if my ancient boxing intention can compete with him?" Although Du Hong understood the ancient boxing intention, his confidence was immediately shaken in the face of Zhang Ye's extremely terrifying knife intention.

"What a terrible sword intent! Not good! My brother's cultivation is only at the early stage of the ninth level of martial arts. He will definitely take this attack and he will be in danger!" Fu Songcheng, who had just walked off the ring, sensed Zhang Ye's extremely terrifying sword intent, and immediately felt something was wrong in his heart.

"ah--"

Fu Songshi on the ring stared at the boss with his eyes wide open. He could not believe that Zhang Ye made such a terrible attack in his every move. He knew that if he could not take Zhang Ye's terrible attack, he would be cut into two pieces by Zhang Ye's sword. With his desperate efforts, he barely suppressed the throbbing in the spirit hun. With his roar, his arms poked out like two bridges, blocking Zhang Ye's terrifying knife.

"Click!Click!Click!"

Zhang Ye's hand knife slashed up like lightning. The infinite sword force cut off Fu Songshi's arms, and then cut off his bones, slashing him all over, flying a hundred feet away!

"Crash!" Almost everyone stood up and gasped together!!!
Chapter completed!