Dragon Blood Emperor

The crowd below the battle platform was also scolding in the bottom of their hearts, using secret devices to engage in sneak attacks, and they were so stately and young, so shameless!

However, as Qing Ye said, there is no stipulation in the decisive battle that you cannot plot or sneak attack!

That young master did not break the rules, so sneak attacks were okay, and once the sneak attacks were successful, the wind would lose, or even lose their lives.

At this moment, the crowd mourned for the wind.

call out!

A long blue sword with a life-threatening sword light stabbed to the wind's chest.

This sword is deadly!

Enough to pierce through the chest and break his heart.

but.

When that sharp edge was approaching, Feng Jue's body seemed to be stimulated, and numerous blades shot out from his body, shuttled around his body surface.

Suddenly, the young master also stopped and the sword in his hand paused.

Unable to approach, he could not attack.

"Rat, fight with you, shame!" Feng was furious. This person had humiliated him before, but at this moment, he is a rat, and who is ashamed?

cut!

With a roar, the silver sword drew out of the shadow of the sword, and fell down towards the master of the Qing clan. If there was a lightning, it would be extremely fast.

That frantic sword is more powerful and vast, overwhelming the battlefield, endless killing, and tyrannical violence.

When he saw this, the master of the Qing nationality's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "I think ..."

dead!

The silver sword was cut from the void, stabbed, and tore the young master into two halves. The sound of the scream did not sound, and even the word "lost" failed to spit out.

"Miscellaneous account, he has conceded, you still kill him, you seek death!"

Below the battle platform, Qingyu roared, and a powerful and powerful momentum of Lingquan erupted, sweeping the battle platform and suppressing it in the direction of the wind.

Humph!

At the same time, a cold humming sound blew up in Qing's brain, making his body tremble, and the powerful momentum collapsed like a tide.

At the same time, a little blood spilled from the corners of Qingying's mouth, and they were horrified. They looked up at the old man in the sky and saw that the old man's eyes were extremely deterrent, such as two sharp swords, which made him tremble with a trembling heart.

He immediately clenched his fists and said, "Senior, he has already given up, and Feng must make a shot. This person has violated the rules of the game."

"Concede, have you heard him say concede?"

Feng said hoarsely, questioning Aunt.

Qing Yan opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak, she vomited only one, what did she recognize, did you say it?

"Damn shit!"

The crackling of the fist pinched by the green fist, his eyes were full of killing.

Under the battle platform, the head of the Qing clan was also gloomy, a genius, defeated, and remained in the trenches forever, the loss of the Qing clan.

Ling Xiao Ge, I remember!

At this moment, as Feng Jue said, they will remember Ling Xiao Ge, and it is true.

On the battle platform, the wind turned his head and looked at Ye Wushuang below. In the blood pupils, the mood fluctuated greatly, and the honor of Ling Xiaoge bloomed.

Used the life of a young master!

"it is good!"

Beneath the trenches, there were face-to-face smiles, such as Xiang Tian, ​​Su Mu and others, excited and laughing. What about the young people?

Ye Wushuang nodded his head. Everyone started from a small age, and so was Ling Xiaoge!

At this moment, Lingxiao Pavilion attracted the first bloom!

Ye Wushuang can see that everyone's eyes are different!

"Feng Jue, I want to challenge you, don't you want to prove Ling Xiaoge, dare you accept it?"

The Qing people lost face, and today he is going to save his face for the Qing people, at the cost of extreme blood!

Qing Yan's voice was so loud that everyone heard it.

"Qing Ye is going to take a shot, Lingquan is six, the first day of the Qing people, this time, the wind is definitely over."

"It's time to end the offense!"

Many people talked about it.

On the battlefield, one king, two men, three Jiao, four jie, and so on all watched the past, and I did not expect Qing Ye to start so quickly.

It seems that the Qing people are angry, and the wind will never give up, just afraid not to stop!

Everyone stared on the battlefield, staring at the wind.

Feng Jue glanced at Ye Wushuang, the meaning in his eyes, Ye Wushuang couldn't understand, wind must defend the glory that just bloomed!

"Feng Jue, dare you accept my challenge?"

Qing Yan took a step forward and sang.

Feng never looked back, staring at Qing Ye coldly, saying: "Challenge, you are not qualified. You have missed me too much in the assessment, and only I challenge you."

Listening to this, the crowd's expressions are weird, with a smile, the assessment rankings are higher than Qing Ye, Qing Ye is not qualified, so ironic!

"You ..." Qingyan's mouth twitched, making him even more gloomy. The first talent of the Qing people was not as good as a wind that was nothing?

"Boom!"

Being humiliated again and again, Qingyu became angry and angry, and could not help but step on the stage.

"I will make you pay a heavy price!"

Qing Yan stepped onto the stage and couldn't wait to take the shot. Lingquan's six-strength strength was extremely powerful. Compared with Lingquan's unsurpassable quaternary strength, it was two levels higher, a big gap.

However, when choosing a battle, the wind must also deal with it with all its strength, and the silver sword slashed away.

Bang!

Qing Yan stared indifferently, a giant snake of dozens of feet in the void, like a giant cyan lightning, biting towards the wind.

The silver sword was transformed into a dozen feet, chopped down, and a bang, the two collided, and the wind-strength body was blown out.

puff!

Feng Ju fell on the edge of the battle platform, the silver sword drew a deep mark on the ground, keeping him standing, and a blood spurted out.

Ye Wushuang fisted tightly.

Beside, Di Qingxue could hardly feel the tension and heavyness of Ye Wushuang, as if the wind on the platform at the moment was him.

"Come again!"

The wind screamed, holding the silver sword and chopping again.

His pace was frantic, but extremely well-organized, and a huge stalk of a stalk was enveloping towards the green lotus!

The green cymbal disdain, as the blue light flickers, the nine-headed serpent protrudes from the back and keeps hitting it.

Huh!

Huh!

Countless blades of light were smashed, terrifying energy slammed on the wind, and the sound of groan kept ringing, and a mouthful of blood was swallowed by the wind.

Feng Jue ’s body is still attacking forward, even more fearless. This battle is fought for Ye Wushuang, and Ling Xiaoge is fighting hard.

Not in control!

Qing Yan smiled coldly, Hydra biting up from the wind in all directions.

Bang!

Pinching on all sides, Feng Jue's body was hit again and blood splattered.

boom!

Suddenly, Feng Feng's body fell on the battle platform, his face was stained with blood, and the blood was more than enough!

"Hey!"

Seeing this, everyone shook their heads and sighed, the realm was too different, and the wind must not be accepted!

"How does it taste? UU reading www.uukanshu.com thinks it has a little strength, isn't it amazing? In my eyes, Ling Xiaoge, you are the best, nothing."

Qingyu's body was suspended in midair, and Hydra fluttered behind her, as if staring at the wind with disdain.

"It's not the end!"

The wind must have risen again, wipe the blood from the corner of the mouth, a more powerful sword rose into the sky, without fighting to the end, everything is unknown!

"Since your bones are so hard, I will crush them a little bit, and then kill you."

Qing Ye was not in a hurry to kill the wind, he had to torture the wind severely, so that he did not even have the strength to admit defeat, so as to wash away all shame.

Bang!

It also seemed to know Qing Qing's intention. Sword extraordinary eyes narrowed and stepped out.

"No, this is the matter of Ling Xiao Ge!"

However, Ye Wushuang stopped it. The wind must defend the glory of Ling Xiaoge. This is Ling Xiaoge's business!