"Let the duel begin." Chu Moshang squeezed out a few words from his teeth, and his hands were already clenched into fists.
Although Zhilou came back riding a divine beast, the rules of duel, except for weapons, no third party is allowed to intervene. The divine beast is extremely powerful and is even more unavailable to fight. On this day and night, Zhilou missed the opportunity to learn from Guanyuansou.
, How many levels of chance of winning are there?
Chu Moshang was faintly and a little worried, but his eyebrows were still cold, and a faint purple aura floated between his closed fingers. As long as Nie Rongzhi dared to kill, he would break the rules of the duel in the holy land today.
"Stop it." Chu Moshang said these four words coldly, and it seemed that it was not an exaggeration to ask for it. One was his wife and the other was his younger brother. It seemed that there was no need to duel for a victory or defeat.
Until death.
On the Xuanyuan Platform, Nerongzhi's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Although he couldn't believe it, he had to believe it. Miss Fengqi was indeed alive and stood on the stage less than five meters away from him.
Turning around slowly, Nie Rongzhi faced Feng Zhilou boldly and touched the corner of his mouth with anxiety.
"You're not dead yet?"
This guy still has the face to ask this, standing here shamelessly. Miss Ruofengqi was him, and he was so ashamed that he had already hit him to death. Feng Zhilou turned around indifferently and smiled.
"If I don't beat you, how can you die?"
"you?"
Nie Rongzhi was embarrassed, and this little girl was still like in Fengjiazhuang, leaving no room for him to speak like she did.
Sanlongziya hugged his shoulders and pinched his chin.
"I'll see a good show this time, and my second brother is going to be defeated."
"How do you know?" Qing was a little disbelief.
"Then you just watch."
Ya believed in his own vision. When his sister-in-law came back like this, her eyes were full of confidence. The second brother was a little guilty. Before the duel could begin, the second brother was already slightly inferior.
"I'll let you three rounds." Nerongzhi felt guilty. Although he could not make up for the mistakes of the swamp of death, he had to realize a little masculinity.
"Three rounds? You've thought about it."
Feng Zhilou won't be polite. Maybe this guy can't stand it if he doesn't take a turn. Although Zhilou has not finished all the moves in "Qiankun Po", he has understood a little bit of the basics, but she firmly believes that even if it is
A copying of the gourd will also catch Nierongji off guard.
Zhilou took a deep breath and drove the basic mental method of "Qiankun Po", a layer of purple-red mist rose around her.
What's this?
Chu Moshang's eyebrows rose up, and everything she learned was taught by him. Even if he realized something new from Guanyuanyuan, it would not be the flying book of heaven. Her true energy should be purple.
It shouldn't have turned red, but the purple color gradually weakened and the red air soared. Undoubtedly, the phoenix used the purple air of the dragon.
In an instant, a cold sweat was squeezed into Chu Moshang's hand, and the doubts in his heart became even heavier. What did Zhilou encounter when he disappeared for a day and night?
Feng Zhilou has never activated the wisdom roots of his body so easily. The true energy seems to fly out of the seven orifices, bone fractures, and pores, and when it condenses in the palm of his palm, it is as firm as a rock.
Kill, kill!
The evil spirit is threatening, and the mind is full of fierce hatred. It is really evil. This skill is a bit off the right path, making it difficult for her to write it on her own. Undoubtedly, Nirvana has become her living target.
Nie Rongzhi glared coldly and widened his eyes. What kind of kung fu is this? How can true qi be as scarlet as blood?
"What kind of true energy are you?" he asked awkwardly.
"Specially repair your true energy, Nie Rongzhi, take action!" After Feng Zhilou's words, the deep red rock cyclone rose into the air, spiraling around her Xuanyuan, touching the surroundings. Suddenly, sand and stones flew on the Xuanyuan platform, and instantly,
Everyone's vision was chaotic.
ah!
A shrill cry came from the cyclone.
"What's wrong?" Although Long's father was so angry that he was his son after all. He has not yet been cruel to destroy his relatives for justice. Could it be that Long Queen killed him?
"Don't worry, Father Long, Zhi has already cultivated a dragon ball, and the Queen of Dragons will not be able to defeat him." The elder of the West Wall comforted Father Long.
Longfu touched the corner of his mouth awkwardly and whispered.
"That's right, I should be worried about the Dragon Queen."
"Although Empress Long won in Wujing, she was still the same as ordinary people, and she was difficult to resist the Dragon Ball. However, Father Long didn't have to worry. The Dragon Emperor was holding a powerful true energy in his hand. If he stopped taking a poisonous move, he
He won't succeed."
Although the elder of the West Wall was very good at speaking, he was also worried. Is the Dragon Queen really that weak? Why did it seem like a daunting way of driving true energy, which is definitely different from the holy land and the people.
ah.
"open!"
In the cyclone, Miss Fengqi's voice suddenly came, which sounded elegant and peaceful, but could penetrate into the ears of the audience, and a burst of stinging pain. This was a special fluctuation caused by the sound vibrating the air, and the wave frequency was
It is consistent with the vibration frequency of the eardrum, making people feel deaf and deaf in an instant.
Chu Moshang stared at Xuanyuantai where the flying sand and stones were flying. What kind of kung fu is Zhilou? It is really fierce and rapid. The power it drives can use nature, sand and stones to become weapons to attack Nierongzhi.
When the cyclone turned dark red, Chu Moshang suddenly stood up, and Nerongzhi was about to die because he saw the gradually dimming dragon ball...
"Stop!" Chu Moshang would never let Nerong Zhi die in Feng Zhilou's hands. Although this was a duel, it was absolutely impossible for the Dragon Queen to kill Long Zi. Her hands would never be contaminated with the blood of the Dragon Clan.
.
Zhilou has always been merciful and will not be murderous to others. What's wrong with this today? She acted like she would not give up until she killed Nirongzhi.
But his shouting could not stop the gradually enlarged cyclone. Helplessly, Chu Moshang could only jump up and pounce on the dark red cyclone.
But this time, it was really different. The Dragon Emperor took it lightly. His body came into contact with the cyclone and was actually ejected. He took three steps in a row before he felt something was wrong.
"What's wrong with God? Even the Dragon Emperor was repelled. What's wrong?"
The Dragon Emperor's martial arts and true qi attainments are the highest level of the holy land. How could he be spread out by a cyclone?
During the cyclone, Nie Rongzhi vomited black blood, his chest was filled with pain, and the dragon ball rushed out several times, but his power could not be exerted. To be precise, under the pressure of Feng Zhilou's true energy, the dragon ball lost all its spirituality and was dim and lightless.
It's right.
"Go to die!"
Feng Zhilou let out anger, her peach blossom-like cheeks turned dark red, and her palm waved her cyclone again, hitting Nirongzhi. If she hit this time, the dragon bone would be broken, and Nirongzhi would undoubtedly die.