As the war drums thrust, the battle between the real men of Dayuan and Dayuan began.

"His grandma, blink me again!"

Xiang Ding was simple and rough. He roared and kicked his feet hard, grabbed it with one hand. He was tall and his arms were long, and he was about to reach Wei Tingyun in an instant.

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Yan Bing Art: Cold Walk.

Song Zhi in the stands focused and nodded silently. Today he was about to see how Wei Tingyun used Fengchen Xuanbing to fight against the enemy.

On the other hand, Xiang Ding stepped on the position where Wei Tingyun had just stood, and his huge weight almost fell down inadvertently. He took advantage of the momentum to hit the ground and stabilized his body. The weight of the punch was as heavy as the entire arena trembled slightly, and Wei Tingyun also shaking and stopped.

Xiang Ding fisted against the ground with a straight punch, and a fist wind that could be seen from the naked eye passed by, and the frost on the ground suddenly disappeared, and he took a big step forward and left for Wei Tingyun.

Wei Tingyun's long hair was floating. In his perspective, this guy seemed to be not a human, but a giant monster with copper and iron bones. A huge pressure came to his face.

"He" Wei Tingyun is the young master of the Yanbing tribe of the seven major clans. Although Xiang Ding's voice is intimidating, he has traveled across the snowfield since he was a child and has hunted countless demons, so he is naturally not afraid.

Raising a palm, Wei Tingyun murmured: "Flying snow brings over, the dust and wind are forever!"

As his voice fell, the wind suddenly surging above the ring, and the ice air flow was born from the ground and swept upwards, mixed with flying snow and fluttering like silver dragons. Xiang Ding covered his eyebrows with one hand, and stopped temporarily with vigilance.

But as soon as he stopped, the snowflakes around him suddenly fell on him. The snowflakes were cold and biting, and Xiang Ding also felt a stinging pain.

"kindness?"

In just a few short breaths, Xiang Ding's body was covered with a thick layer of frost and snow. The frost and snow solidified into armor. Xiang Ding only felt like he was carrying a hall on his back, his limbs were stiff and unable to move. He had no time to open his mouth and turned into an ice sculpture.

Wei Tingyun put down his palm and chuckled. Those who don’t understand this pose will stop and watch like Xiang Ding. They don’t know that this action will give Feixue a chance. Fengchen and Xuanyi are stronger than iron, and they can freeze their thoughts under extreme cold. Once they are frozen into an ice sculpture, they will be almost slaughtered at the same level.

Wei Tingyun slowly took off his longbow from behind, and his bow was as full as the moon. The black black ice arrow on his fingertips was ready to go. Wei Tingyun turned his head slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he fined the bow and arrow down half an inch.

"Since you are Song Zhi's friend, I won't take your name anymore. One leg should be enough."

call out!

The arrows emerged from the string, bringing out gorgeous ice dust. Everyone seemed to be able to premonition the scene of the ice sculpture exploding. The scene was silent, and they all watched with their breath and concentration.

Click!

A clear and crisp sound rang out, and then the ice crystal armor on Xiang Ding's right arm cracked, and he grabbed the oncoming black arrow with bare hands. The arrow trembled continuously in his big hands, as if he was making a shrill cry.

boom!

The ice crystals on Xiang Ding's body fell off and smashed to the ground in an instant, and the black arrow also turned into black powder and dissipated. A thick layer of earth-yellow halo was lingering on Xiang Ding's body, unscathed.

""

Wei Tingyun looked at Xiang Ding in the distance and frowned. Although his flying snow was not a perfect technique, it was extremely difficult to break free once it was frozen. If a person like Zhu Wushi could still understand it with the melting of the divine fire, then this stupid person would be like this?

Xiang Ding slapped the ice residue on his body, shook his neck, and stretched out an index finger from his fist, shook it at Wei Tingyun, then compared his thumb to himself, rubbing his nose.

Wei Tingyun immediately curled his lips, saying that he was provoking himself.

Xiang Ding rushed out again like a bull. His speed was not fast, but the oppressive feeling was unparalleled. Wei Tingyun pressed his palms on the ground, and ice walls appeared one after another from the ground to surround Xiang Ding. However, these hastily formed ice walls were unable to stop Xiang Ding's pace. His shoulders crashed away, and like crisp paper, they raised the ice crystals in the sky.

After one of the ice walls was broken, there was not the other wall behind them, but a big knife coming towards him, which was the Pu knife on Wei Tingyun's waist.

Wei Tingyun shouted angrily, and the blue veins swelled up between his neck, and his whole body burst out. The blade was as if torn apart the air. After this knife, it almost split the strong head of Qianzu Chaozhe. Even a monk with the Great Perfection of the Jade Skeleton Realm would be killed or two pieces without being wary.

But Xiang Ding was obviously not an ordinary person. His pupils shrank slightly, and his two palms pressed down at the same time and actually caught the blade with his bare hands. A handful of blood exploded from his palm, but Wei Tingyun's face changed because he felt like he had cut a piece of gold and stone, and his wrists were painful and it was difficult to save it.

"Well!?"

Before Wei Tingyun could close his sword and escape, he felt as if he had been exerted by a thousand pounds of force. In an instant, he knelt on one knee and made a dull sound. Before he could come back to his senses, the sound of fist wind came from his ears.

Wei Tingyun immediately waved his hand to block it. With the loud noise, his body moved out like a cannonball, and it broke out several feet on the ground before turning over. As soon as he stood firm, he almost fell down again. He shook his head quickly, his face covered with blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was Xiang Ding's or his own.

Wei Tingyun had already understood that in addition to incompetent swords and guns and amazing magical power, the guy in front of him also had the ability to control gravity. His ice was pulled and shattered by gravity. When he got closer, he suddenly lost control and fell down, and then he was punched hard.

Xiang Ding pursued the victory, and his fu was the god fu - basalt. With his current realm, he could control gravity at will within half a foot of his body. Therefore, anyone who fought with him would feel the suffocation of Mount Tai's pressure on the top. However, with the long-range fu, the defense of his earth-based fu often could not hurt him. With this, there were very few people who could threaten him.

"Tsk." Wei Tingyun also noticed something was wrong, so he immediately bent his bow and shot arrows. Four arrows were loaded at the same time, shooting out like a bead cannon. However, these arrows fell half a foot closer to Xiang Ding, and bloomed into ice flowers on the ground. Xiang Ding ran up and got closer.

Wei Tingyun took a deep breath and looked back. It was about three feet away from the edge of the ring, but he did not move away from the side to fight guerrillas. Instead, he stopped and lifted his sword, and put on the stance to decide the winner and defeat with Xiang Ding.

Xiang Ding sneered. The previous day, Gu Yuan, a native of the North, burst out of the arena with a smile. He was naturally very careful about losing out of boundaries. Instead, he slowed down slightly, swung his long arms back, and wanted to smash Wei Tingyun directly.

"Drink!!"

Unexpectedly, Wei Tingyun took the lead in attacking, and he no longer waved his sword to lift it up. Although Xiang Ding was a head taller than himself, he still held the knife in both hands and slashed away from top to bottom.

Xiang Ding looked up at the blade and thought to himself that Wei Tingyun did have good combat experience. If he lifted his gravity and gave him the help of his sword, he could not even wield his sword. However, this kind of chopping would not be able to use gravity, otherwise he would cause trouble for himself.

Of course, he could not take this move with his head. In desperation, Xiang Ding could only hold his fist, folded his hands and raised his long sword to embed it. However, Wei Tingyun's face turned red at this time, and he used his strength to slash down. Xiang Ding's palm slightly down and then pushed upwards.

Keeping the posture of holding the blade with empty hands, Xiang Ding finally laughed. Since Wei Tingyun is going to fight with him head-on, he might as well tell him what real power is.

Xiang Ding moved forward, and Wei Tingyun immediately retreated. Even though his calves had already been bowed, they were still forced to retreat inch by Xiang Ding and were about to fall from the ring soon.

"You go down for me!" Xiang Ding shouted, then his hands suddenly raised. Wei Tingyun held the hilt of the knife in his hand and followed him off the ground, half of his body hanging outside the ring.

At this time, Wei Tingyun suddenly let go of his palm. The moment he fell to the ground, his toes almost touched the edge of the arena and rolled down to prevent them from falling down. He left the Xiang Ding with an inexplicable look on the spot.

Xiang Ding looked at the big knife in his hand. Did this guy give up the battle? He didn't even want the knife?

He let go of his palm, and Wei Tingyun's big knife suddenly fell off the stage. When Xiang Ding was about to tease something, a sound of flapping his wings suddenly came.

Xiang Ding looked back and saw that under the dazzling sunshine, an ice bird that appeared at some point fell from the sky, and two huge crampons embedded in his wrists.

Wei Tingyun, who was standing beside him, waited for this opportunity for a long time, and half lay on the ground and stretched out his five fingers, shouted:

"Yan Bing Technique: Cold Walk!"

"Yan Bing Art: Yan Lin!"

Xiang Ding slid under his feet, and the ice crystal divine bird was like a real thing. The moment he embedded his wrist, he flapped his wings and moved forward. He suddenly thought to himself that something was wrong. At this moment, he was only one step away from the edge of the ring. The moment he activated the gravity, he was taken off the ground.

"Ahhhh!" Xiang Ding struggled wildly, risking being taken off the ring and activated the maximum gravity. Sure enough, the ice bird was like a slut in the mud, and it just flapped its wings a few times before flapping its wings. Xiang Ding grabbed his shoulder and was torn into ice dust all over the sky.

After landing, Xiang Ding only had his toes left on the ring. His body was a little funny twisted. Finally, he leaned on his butt and swayed his hands back like a rooster. His head almost touched the ground, and finally he stabbed his body dangerously and steadily.

"Hu" Xiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he looked up, he found someone standing in front of him.

Wei Tingyun smiled warmly, stretched out a finger and licked it on the tip of his tongue, and then gently tapped Xiang Ding's forehead. This gentle finger became the last straw that crushed the camel. Xiang Ding's body suddenly leaned back, and his arm waved into a hot wheel, which still couldn't stop him from falling off the ring and made a rumbling sound.

Wei Tingyun looked down, then let out a long sigh, and murmured: "I almost died by this stupid guy. Fortunately, this young master is better at his skills."

When the ice wall covered Xiang Ding's sight, Wei Tingyun summoned his ice bird and flew into the sky to avoid Xiang Ding's sight. Sure enough, he played a miraculous effect at the critical moment and won the victory.

Before stepping down, Wei Tingyun turned around and looked at the main hall of the stands, stroked his long hair with his hands, and blinked at Princess Yuan Jing.

Princess Yuan Jing exhaled as if she was shot by an arrow. She felt the strange gazes of the people around her. She immediately turned red and lowered her head. Amid the passionate insults of the people in Dayuan, she involuntarily shook her body.

Xiang Ding returned to the rest area of ​​Dayuan Kingdom, walked to Zhu Wushi dejectedly, wiped the sweat from his body with a cloth towel, and shook his head and sighed: "This northerner is really cunning. Damn, I'm so stupid. Brother Zhu, you reminded me so much, I was fooled."

Zhu Wushi patted Xiang Ding on the back and said in a plain tone: "All things in the world are mutually reborn and restrained. Since he cannot defeat you, he will naturally want to succeed in all kinds of plans. Although you are defeated, you have not damaged my great abyss."

Xia Xiye, who was beside Xiang Ding, also spoke at this time. She looked up like a dwarf beside Xiang Ding, and said, "It's okay. Although you lost so funny, I have to ask you for your blessing. I already know that guy well. You can see how I take him."

Xiang Ding: ""

Zhu Wushi turned his head and looked to one side at this time. The three people who fought yesterday, Xie Ran died on the spot, while Jiang Chengyan disappeared. Only Jiang Yazhen came here today.

At this time, Jiang Yazhen was sitting alone under the eaves. She leaned against the corridor column and looked wandering with her eyes. Even though she was fighting on the ring just now, she had never raised her eyes.

Zhu Wushi lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his foot to Jiang Yazhen and asked, "What is in your hand?"

At this time, Jiang Yazhen's hand was a red golden thread wrapped in her hand. She had never left it since she sat down. When she saw Zhu Wushi coming, she subconsciously put the tip away and replied with a angrily look: "What are you doing?"

After saying that, Jiang Yazhen pursed her lips. After all, Zhu Wushi had an experience of fighting side by side with her, so she spoke again, her tone was cold but broke the deadlock and asked, "Who won just now?"

Zhu Wushi didn't get anything because of Jiang Yazhen's tone, but just replied calmly: "We lost."

"Oh." Jiang Yazhen nodded and looked to the side again.

Zhu Wushi raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "You sneaked out of the Eastern God Clan, right?"

When Jiang Yazhen heard this, his eyebrows were raised to look at Zhu Wushi. After looking for a minute, he withdrew his gaze and raised his head and said, "So what, what do you want to say?"

Zhu Wushi looked up at the direction of the hall and said softly: "If you can reach the hunting realm safely one day, if you need help, you can look for us."

After saying that, Zhu Wushi raised his foot and left, leaving Jiang Yazhen silent in the same place.

She saw that Zhu Wushi probably knew something about the East God clan. After a long time, Jiang Yazhen sighed lightly and took out the treasure bag from her sleeve again. Her eyes were complicated and entangled, and she said to herself:

"I hope, I will never have the day when you help me."

She slowly got up and walked to the edge of the ring.

At this moment, Yang Shou's granddaughter Xia Xiye had already stood on the ring. She held a thin sword in her arms and waited for the start of the competition.
Chapter completed!