Grass bag evil phoenix dance for nine days

Chapter 91
The bald Hui on the stage looked at Fan Tianluo's amazing opening and suppressed his aura, and couldn't help feeling angry.

"Little girl, you're playing tricks again!" Guang Touhui raised his sword with a sneer in his eyes, and raised his head and shouted at the Tigers, "Why, have all the men in the Tigers died, and you actually have to rely on a little boy from outside?" Girl!"

Bald Hui's blunt words made Lu Yuan jump up suddenly. Just as he was about to scold, Fan Tianluo's cool and soft voice rang out: "How can a man be needed to deal with a bastard like you? I am also a member of the Tigers." , are qualified to fight! Don’t you look down on women? Are you not born with your mother?”

Fan Tianluo's slightly playful gaze made Bald Hui's face begin to take on a fierce look.

"Well said! Bald-headed Hui, you were not born to a mother!" Lu Yuan cursed at Bald-headed Hui, and the brothers from the Tigers behind him even showed their faces and yelled.

"The game is the game, why are you so wordy! Since the Tigers decided to let the Seventh Miss of the Fan family play, Bald Hui, do you still want to fight? Isn't it because you are afraid of this little girl?" The other members of the group laughed.

"Bastard!" Bald Hui spat, suddenly bursting out with fighting spirit, and the rich green light showed his peak strength as a nine-star great warrior, "Little girl, I am not the kind of person who loves fragrance and loves jade, if you want to die, I will help you!"

"It's just you?" Fan Tianluo's face turned cold, and her fighting spirit burst out, her green light was so strong that she seemed not much weaker than Bald Hui.

"Wow, nine-star warrior, is this girl still human?" There was a riot in the arena, and even Sima Huangyu and Yun Jun on the rostrum changed their faces. Is this her real strength?
"Nine-star warriors are fighting against the peak level. Although it is possible to fight, it is not easy to win, let alone Guang Touhui and his quad-core iron-blooded knife, it is difficult!" There were discussions in the field, estimating the strength of both sides.

"That's not necessarily the case. I heard that this girl is still an alchemist, and her soul power is not weak. If she has some trump cards, she won't be able to get anything good."

The bald man on the stage stared at Fan Tianluo in surprise and said, "Hey, a nine-star warrior now? Wasn't it an eight-star warrior before?"

"Can't I be promoted?" Fan Tianluo looked at him amusedly, of course she knew how difficult it is for a great warrior to be promoted to one star, and some people could not be promoted to one star for several years.

"You have eaten the Great Warrior Pill!" Bald-headed Hui obviously understood, "Hey, the Fan family is really willing to spend! But even if you are a nine-star great warrior, you can't get much favor from me!" Bald-headed Hui said He said so, but he was also surprised in his heart. He had experienced the power of Brahma Luo's fusion of fighting spirit and soul power, so naturally he didn't dare to underestimate it.

"Then try it!" Fan Tianluo smiled coldly, the green glow slowly gathered on both hands, and a leg-thick beam of light slowly emerged.

"Then let me see how powerful you are!" Bald-headed Hui shouted, and the green light wrapped the iron-blooded knife, and suddenly slashed at Fantianluo not far away.

Fan Tianluo took a deep breath, injecting soul power into the beam of light, making the green light on it go berserk, pushing the beam with her small hand, the beam of light instantly dropped from her hand, and shot towards the big knife quickly.

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The beam of light collided with the green light of the broadsword, making a muffled sound, and the air became hot as they squeezed each other. The two of them controlled their minds, their faces were ferocious, and their eyes were filled with fiery fighting intent.

"Explosion!" Suddenly, the corner of Bald Hui's mouth curled into an evil smile, and he spat out a word.

The places where the rays of light meet suddenly exploded, and the powerful air waves caused the masters around the field to jointly erect a defensive light wall to avoid hurting the low-level mercenaries.

(End of this chapter)