Seeing the infinitely stretched strange arms, Yun Hao's scalp numb. This guy's method was too weird. His body suddenly slowed down under the vibration of the fighting spirit behind him.
A sharp purple light flashed, and the sword of gods and demons suddenly appeared in Yun Hao's hand, and with a sharp sword light, it directly cut down.
The skyrocketing arm was extremely twisted and dodged the sharp sword light, and still bombarded Yun Hao's chest.
The Demon Blade came out of his hand, drew a brilliant purple aperture in the air, and slashed directly at the hole in the arm on the ground.
The two palms of the old man Tianyin attacked, and Yun Hao did not dare to neglect. On his fists, he kept waving out with a faint green light. A rapid frequency erupted, and a faint ray formed in front of him.
wall.
The arm with black mist was constantly twisting, trying to detour Yun Hao's behind him, but when he was about to succeed, he quickly swept down unwillingly. The blade of God and Demon with a whirlwind had reached the bottom of his arm.
There, is a flaw that it cannot escape from anyway.
After slowly letting out a breath, black mist slowly gushed out of Yun Hao's body, and then his figure disappeared into the void in a very strange way.
The old man Tianyin's heart skipped a beat, and his cold eyes began to scan the surroundings continuously, and his palms were quickly retracted.
"Bang!" The Demon Blade of God and Demon fell straight from the air to the ground, making two straight sounds.
The old man Tianyin's heart thrilled, and he turned his gaze to the blade surrounded by purple mist. The blade swayed on the ground for a few times, and then it started to buzz.
Everyone on the field couldn't help but breathe tightly. This strange scene was even stronger than the atomization of the old man Tianyin.
"Swish!" The sword of gods and demons, which was originally trembling, suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot towards the old man Tianyin.
A sarcastic look flashed across the old man Tianyin's face, and his body immediately became mist again.
"Wow!" A low shout suddenly sounded from the sky, and Yun Hao's figure suddenly appeared. The next moment it turned into a meteorite and smashed wildly towards the black fog.
"What an idiot. The ordinary physical attacks do not have any at all on the old man Tianyin!"
A few disdainful sarcasm sounded from the camp of the small vassal states. This was not the first time Yun Hao had seen this black mist.
Yun Hao's figure fell rapidly, and a light green flame suddenly erupted from his body, and finally passed through the black fog that the old man changed that day, and hit the ground.
"boom!"
The terrifying cracks on the ground spread wildly towards the surroundings very quickly, making the hearts of countless people on the field unable to help but beat vigorously.
Zhao Jinxiu looked at the black mist in the void with a serious expression. A faint uneasiness slowly emerged from his heart. He always felt that Yun Hao's attack just now should not be so simple.
After a moment, the black fog in the void did not quickly turn into a human form, but instead a light green flame suddenly rose up, and the sound of crackling like a firecracker exploded in the black fog.
"Ah!" A hoarse cry of pain came from the black fog.
After a stir, the black fog turned into a painted black figure and fell on the fighting platform. The dark figure covered her cheeks and thin hands, as if it was scalded by hot water, with countless shocking bubbles.
Yun Hao, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly put away his fist that hit the ground. Under his fist was a huge hole of one meter deep. Under his raised body, the thick marble slab was found where the knee was pressed.
It also turns into powder.
Long dark hair swept across the sky. Yun Hao slowly raised his head, and the bright light suddenly shot out from his eyes as bright as stars.
"You lost..." The light words seemed to drift in the wind, and came from the green figure.
A shocking cheer suddenly burst out from the endless crowd of people in the Piaoyu Empire. The sound rolled like thunder and was almost crazy, making the people in the Master Hall unable to help but straighten their chests and their faces.
There was also a faint red light of excitement.
"Long live the Piaoyu Empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
"The Master Hall is mighty! The rain rises!"
"Yunhao, I love you!"
...
Zhao Jinxiu, who was in the audience, couldn't help but pull out her cheeks a few times, then waved her hand and said to the remaining people: "Old man who is wearing Tianyin is cured."
In the dull voice of the man in black, his surging anger couldn't help but show his first glory.
Several subordinates trembled and helped the old man who was hot all over, and had fainted, walk down the stage.
The three battles of the Great Qin vassal state seemed to have ended like this. Some other representatives of the small vassal states immediately looked at each other. The strongest Da Qin suddenly failed. The small countries naturally had no ability to compete for hegemony, looking at each other one after another.
Yun Hao's eyes also had a little more awe and fear.
The old emperor clapped his hands happily, then stood up and said loudly: "Excellent, really wonderful! I haven't seen such a wonderful game for a long time. Okay, the first game against the Qin Empire has come to an end for the time being, so next...
…” “Wait!” A sudden loud shout came from the young vassal state, which made the old emperor frown slightly, but when he saw that Zhao Jinxiu, who had the strength of a seven-star great swordsman, was released by him.
The dissatisfaction on his face also quietly turned into plainness, and he showed a faint smile and said, "Oh, Master Zhao, do you have something to say?"
Zhao Jinxiu's face was full of gloom. This time, he came here as the leader of the Qin Dynasty and had the strength to defeat Piaoyu. Unexpectedly, the mistakes he made in the first two games actually made him not have time.
He took action and lost the game directly. When he remembered, he patted his chest to make a promise for the King of Qin, saying that the three great sword masters were in hand. This competition was easy, but in just a moment, they
He actually failed in a very straightforward and neat way.
This is a complete defeat! Zhao Jinxiu's heart is bleeding. Even so, he must not bear the infamy. He wants to fight another fight and knock everyone's ridicule back into his stomach.
"Yes, even though our Qin Dynasty was defeated, I requested that we still compete for the third game!" Cold words rolled out, causing boos from the audience.
"Damn, the people of Daqin are so arrogant. Last year, I thought I was too much."
"Yes, this time, people think that they are not completely defeated enough, so they have to compare again..." Some people laughed and they were happy about the defeat of these neighbors. After all, the rise of the Qin Dynasty will inevitably lead to a critical situation in the border.
Once a war breaks out, millions of people will be displaced.
The emperor's cheeks twitched a few times, and he said with a dry smile: "Master Zhao, your request is a bit unruly..."
Zhao Jinxiu stared at the emperor coldly and said lightly: "The result of the game has been decided. No matter whether you win or lose, you will have nothing to lack. Since this is the case, why bother with more than this game? If His Majesty the Emperor does not agree to me
If you ask, then I can only feel regretful. Maybe when I feel bad, I will do something in this Piaoyu Country..."
Looking at the curve of Zhao Jinxiu's mouth, the old emperor cursed the hooligan in his heart, and then he could only pretend to be gentle and said: "Master Zhao, I haven't finished what I said just now. What I mean is, if someone mentions it,
Of course not, but I can allow what Master Zhao said."
Zhao Jinxiu curled her lips and looked directly at the people in the Piaoyu Master Hall.
These people are no match for Zhao Jinxiu, and they no longer look like they are just raising their chests and heads. Several people couldn't help but shrink their necks.
"Where are you guys in the third game! Come up and play!" Zhao Jinxiu said impatiently.
Immediately, a thin black figure stood up in the Master Hall with a little depressed look and said with a bitter face: "I'm in the third game."
After glanced over quickly, Zhao Jinxiu was surprised to find that the old man was just a heavenly swordsman, and immediately said with a black face: "Where is that old guy named Yu?"
"Old Mr. Yu is still resting!" The old man replied tremblingly.
The brows frowned slightly, and Zhao Jinxiu was also irritated. He stood up to fight, and even wanted to show his might. These members of the Master Hall were too small to be famous. Even if he beat them, he would only add a joke.
Forget it.
And that Zhou Wenfu left the field early, and now he can still play a powerful opponent...
His eyes swept quickly, and then he locked on the lazy Yunhao.