"In the next game, Jiuxiao God Xing Xiao, fight against the shadow hunting wolf, hunter!"
After Lingfeng defeated Jiawen, the game continued, Ye Weiyang, Kurosaki Madness, Gaia and others, all came to the stage.
It's just that, relatively speaking, their battle is almost all of them.
However, the battle between this Xiao and the hunter seems to be evenly matched, often this kind of battle, which is even more fun.
The Jiuxiao Protoss is also one of the top ten higher priests in the Yuan Temple.
Moreover, Ling Feng can feel that this son has been promoted to the realm of the sword domain. In this year's world hunting, it is also a rare master of Kendo.
However, his opponent hunted, his body was extremely fast, and his speed was amazing. Between the two, the fighting for a long time was still evenly matched.
In the end, Xiang Xiao won this game with a sword difference.
Dusk, everyone scattered.
In the next ten days, according to the points of each player, the top ten players will be determined.
Ling Feng, as usual, played during the day, reached the top of the gods at night, and enlightened the pictures of ancient war.
On the day after day, Ling Feng gradually peeped into the door and had some experiences.
Not only did it initially organize the move of Tianda Jiuju, it was also passed on to his own void pupils, and it was promoted to a level again.
The void creature he can call naturally improves a step.
It can be said that every day after a day, Ling Feng's mood can be used to get a huge improvement.
Seven days passed by.
Ling Feng has won six games in a row. I don't know if it can be arranged or lucky. Ling Feng did not meet other seed players once, and it was easy to win.
When he encountered an open -minded advice, Ling Feng didn't hesitate. He pointed out one or two tricks, and his opponents also opened his opponents, which benefited a lot.
So much so that many players could not meet Lingfeng by themselves.
It does n’t matter if you lose the game. This guidance is really impossible to encounter.
It can be said that Ling Feng has become a hot "fragrant".
"In the next game, Xiao Fengying Yan Jinghong, fighting against the virtual soul of the soul, eight!"
The referee fell, and Ling Feng, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.
After so many days, there were two strong strong men who met.
Well!
With a loud noise, the eight burly body of the rotten wood sword fell on the ring steadily.
Then, a ice bridge appeared in the sky. Facing opponents such as Rotten Wood Sword Eight, Yan Jinghong really took a little serious.
His ice -blue figure fell from the ice bridge and stood on the opposite side of the eight swords of the rotten wood. The face expression was just the god pattern at the eyebrows.
"Hey, finally encounter opponents who can make me happy!"
Click to click--
Click to click--
The dead wood sword twisted the body, and made the fried bean -like burst all over the body, and then took the eye mask on the left eye and took it directly.
He did not have the mask like Kurosaki's madness, and his source of virtuality was condensed on the left eye.
The eye mask dropped on the ground, and I saw a dazzling golden mango with a mad left eye. It seemed to be bathed in the golden light, like a golden god of war.
The violent sword swept away, and the eight hands of the dead wood sword waved a giant sword that was high with him.
How much has increased! "
Before the Rotten Wood Sword Eighth visited the Xiaofeng Camp with Kurosaki, the eighth of the Kuki Kantu had made a hand with Yan Jinghong.
However, at that time, Yan Jinghong, although the strength was not bad, was far from the opponent of the eight swordsmanship.
After a lapse of more than a month, Yan Jinghong was reborn in the World Battlefield, and his strength increased.
This is obvious to everyone.
But in the same way, his rotten wooden sword eight is not in place.
Boom!
The void made a rumbling sound. The sky on both sides was divided into a clear and clear blue and blue blue. Without fighting, the confrontation between the breath was already shocking.
Even if it is across the ancient enchantment of the Wan Topia, those audiences in the audience are still palpitations.
On the clouds, the heads of all ethnic groups were bright in front of them.
The momentum of this game is almost comparable to the last peak battle of the previous World Harmony.
I have to say that this year is indeed a genius, the evil is like a cloud.
"The world is coming! The Great World is coming!"
Mu Xuanxiao, the chief of the Jiuli gods, could not help but emotion.
"The Great World is coming, there must be a big robbery ..."
It was a long time that night, sighed, and said slowly: "The shackles of the seventh generation have reached the last life, I hope there will be no problems in our generation."
"There will be no more mistakes."
Mu Xuanxiao's eyes couldn't help but look at Ye Weiyang, the player's seat. "After the marriage of only Weiyangxian and Qi Xue, the seventh shackles were fulfilled.
"I hope there will be no mistakes."
The night of the night took a deep breath, and the two superior priests, for this mission, tried to the seventh century, and in the last step, we must not be able to accommodate.
Nympho
Trouble! Surging!
Qi Guan Changhong, the potential is like a lot!
After the ability to completely inspire Tianwei's eyes, the momentum of the whole person also completely climbed to its peak.
The sword pressure he released was as thick as water. Within ten feet around him, even the gravity field was distorted, as if he had a burden of ten million catties, and even lifted a finger, it became extremely difficult.
"interesting!"
Yan Jinghong's mouth, but he hung a smile, Xuan Bing in his hand, condensed into a frosty spear, and said, "This time, I won't lose!"
"Hey, I won't lose either!"
The rotten wooden sword grinned and laughed, "So, start! My big sword is already hungry and thirsty! Hahaha!"
In the mad laugh, the whole person of the rotten wooden sword rushed out like an artillery shell.
There is no move, no skills, and even Yuanli does not seem to be urged.
Pure cut!
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Overbearing!
Grandless!
The heavy sword in the eight hands of the rotten wood, such as the storm and the rain, fell, and slammed into Yan Jinghong fiercely.
Yan Jinghong was forced to retreat by the eight -one sword of the eight -one sword. Every time he stepped back, a deep footprint would be left on the ground of the platform.
Whether it is power or speed, the eight of the eight swords of the wooden wood has reached an incredible state.
Unfortunately, his opponent is Yan Jinghong.
If you can't hide, don't hide!
If you can't avoid it, don't avoid it!
Yan Jinghong's eyes condensed, the whole person took root, and stabilized on the ground.
clang!
The heavy sword was directly put on Yan Jinghong's shoulder. The Xuan Bing armor was broken, and the ice crystal was scattered.
The broken Xuanbing, recovered in an instant, even grown up the ice crystal piercing, stabbing the rotten wooden sword eight.
"Hum, no matter how hard the armor, under my sword, there is only a scorching share!"
The rotten wooden sword laughed, and the sword wielding the sword again and crazy, and crushed Yan Jinghong's ice crystal armor again and again.
However, every time it is split, the armor on Yan Jinghong's body is getting harder and more and more.
After ten times, the heavy sword of the rotten wood sword eighth was severely split on Yan Jinghong.
And this time, Yan Jinghong's ice crystal armor did not break, just a crack was just a crack.
"It seems that although your sword is overbearing, there is still a limit after all."
Yan Jinghong held the frost's spear, and said, "And I have found your limit!"
The eight eyelids of the rotten wooden sword jumped, and the Golden Mang burst out of the left eye has begun to be slightly defeated.
The entire force that stimulates the eyes of Tianwei for a long time is undoubtedly a huge load for his body.
After this, there is no suspense in the victory and defeat of this battle ...