The clear and clear sound of breaking through the air like an arrow piercing the solidification atmosphere that lasted for a long time completely broke the scene.
At this moment, the disciples from the three river sections below all looked at the thing that broke through the sky. This was a red illusion sword surrounded by thick red light as if walking with the heaven and earth. The momentum of the stabbing was quite natural. But it is so fierce and hard to resist.
The fantasy sword was heading towards the seal at the front. He was as confident as he noticed that the fantasy sword was coming, and his expression suddenly changed. Subconsciously, he waved his hand suddenly, and a red spear head quickly formed and shot. out.
boom.
The battle was born between lightning and flint, and the red flame waves spread out from the center of the wave, causing everyone around to rush to resist. Even so, everyone was still trembling. The seemingly simple moves actually had such power.
The surroundings were shocked and the center of the flame waves, two figures confronted each other in completely opposite postures. The red magic sword burned a few feet high. The color of the flame was no longer red, but a strange purple color, and the red gun The head immediately turned into a phantom.
"Qi Hao," the magical technique was blown away, Feng Li's face turned pale, and a blood squirrel overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he had not wiped it. As his figure retreated, his eyes stared at the figure standing in the flames, he was surprised and then turned. For fear.
The light blue figure stood in it at the end of the flame wave, standing there quietly like a gun that was extremely straight, with a slightly raised mouth and narrowed eyes, and a strong sense of confidence and pride.
Just as Feng Li said terrified, the red illusion sword had already passed through the void and rushed to the former, passing through the body with an extremely sharp aura.
puff.
Feng Li, who had no time to dodge, watched the illusion sword sink into his abdomen, and the fear on his face was unprecedentedly strong.
Blood flowed from his mouth, Fengli's body seemed to be swept by a snake's tail, and was thrown out and fell to the ground, with dust flying and flames filled with flames.
Just a fight, Fengli, who had been extremely arrogant before, was defeated in an extremely direct way, which surprised everyone.
At this moment, countless people's eyes turned to the figure who replaced Feng Li standing on the main seat of the Eight Dragon Cultivation Platform. His body as straight as a gun, and his strong confidence exuded in his every move showed this man. Extraordinary.
"Qi Hao,"
The disciples off the field all exclaimed, and looked at the Eight Dragon Cultivation Platform with surprise and fear.
There are two famous people in the Qi Refining Stage of Di, one is Shengyue and the other is Qi Hao. The former is beautiful and noble in character. He is also called the Holy Witch because of his strange personality. The latter is extremely powerful and cruel and ruthless. He nods. The real devil is the
The few figures standing in front of the crowd in the middle reaches of the river were also due to Qi Hao's expression change. Yang Yan, who had recovered from his injuries, had a rectangular face that seemed gloomy, frowned and clenched his fists and was hostile.
Shengyue, wearing a light white dress, had a slightly frown of willow eyebrows, and there was a faint disgust in her eyes. This person's heart was too cruel.
The incident a year ago was not only an insult to Yang Yan, but also a very good slap for the disciples in the middle of the river section. Therefore, their faces may not be very beautiful, but Lin Xiu smiled lightly. His eyes were full of interest and looked at the confident man on the Balong cultivation stage, which meant nothing.
After glanced at Feng Li, who fell to the ground, his face was pale and his breath was sluggish, Lin Xiu's mouth curled up slightly, and he said to himself: "It's cruel enough, it's cruel and inhumane, but I like it,"
As soon as he said that, Lin Xiu felt a pain in his waist. He suddenly moved his eyes and saw soft and soft as cream. He had stopped at some point in his waist. His jade fingers like onions were twisted together without any mercy. .
"Oh, what are you doing?" Lin Xiu, who was in pain, whispered in pain, raised his black eyes and looked at the slightly dissatisfied delicate face and questioned.
The breeze surrounds my fingertips, and the shallow skirt turns wind. The holy moon clusters with willow eyebrows and whispers: "If you don't study well, I don't like men like Qi Hao,"
It sounds like a warning tone on the surface, but when you think about it carefully, it is more like expressing your opinion, and more like conveying your feelings. The mature face with a mature face with a mature face, slightly red, but beautiful.
Lin Xiu is not thick, but sometimes he pretends to be thick. He curled his lips and carefully held the soft jade hands, and sent it out of his waist. The slight touch in the middle made the girl's cheeks turn red again. .
At this time, the atmosphere in the entire square became strange again because of Qi Hao's appearance. The disciples in the upper reaches cheered like a loud voice, and the middle reaches of the river were unprecedented silence, while the lower reaches of the river were almost bursting out of anger.
Following the four people who wanted to occupy the second seat in Fengli, suppressing their anger and returning to the team, Qi Hao was not something they could compete with. The gap between the martial arts and generals can be described as heaven and earth.
"Senior Brother Feng, how are you doing? Is it important to be injured?" Duan Qingya, who was irritated, was the first to jump to Feng Li. Her eyes, which were usually extremely cold, revealed a deep worry at this moment.
Feng was weak inside, and blood was surging in his mouth, and his breath was extremely weak. Qi Hao took a harsh blow and directly stabbed Feng Li's dantian. I'm afraid he would be useless in his life.
The previous arrogance was gone, and Feng Li's eyes were not only resentment but also unwillingness. He looked at the shaking thing under the red robe that could be touched by his hand. His lips trembled, "Qingya, I'm useless,"
Duan Qingya, who was worried the moment ago, suddenly felt a hint of indifference, and her eyebrows were filled with clumps of eyebrows, and she said, "Senior Brother Feng is well recuperating from the wounds."
In her words, she greeted the people from the downstream river section and took the injured Fengli back, but she herself followed her several meters away, as if she was unwilling to have any connection between the two.
Are women all such power? When they are in power, they will be cheering under you, crying in a whisper, letting you fight thousands of ways, but she will only whisper the trumpet, but when they are in a downturn, she will not even give her a sympathetic look.
Feng Li was useless in his strength, and he was sober with a heart that he played with women, but it was too late.
....
Qi Hao, who was taller than a gun, stood in the main position of the Eight Dragon Cultivation Platform with his hands behind his back. His sharp eyes swept across the field, and finally stopped on Feng Li, and his mouth immediately raised a touch. Disdain.
The first person in the Qi refining layer of the word "di" is the first person. If this master is put into the hands of others, wouldn't he slap himself in the face? He wouldn't have allowed such a thing to happen.
Qi Hao just occupied the main position of the Eight Dragon Cultivation Platform, but no one came out to challenge it, and the situation on the field became extremely embarrassing.
At this time, the upstream river section, which was cheering, slowly walked out of four figures, and it seemed that they were going to occupy the so-called four seats.