Heavenly God Mnemonic

Jingjing said again: "After all, they are all students of the academy, and the academy also hopes that every student will have a good future. Brother Meng Rui is also scheduled for the last game."

Yang Qingxuan praised: "You are so careful to observe."

Jingjing's face flushed, and she said embarrassedly: "My sister told me."

At this moment, the duel between the two on the stage has also reached a fever pitch, with blood constantly shooting out, and waves of air blast away.

Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and drew a circle in the air. A barrier was condensed in front of him to block the continuous blast of air waves.

Jing Jing felt warm in her heart, knowing that with his strength, she didn't have to avoid the waves of air, and that she did this for herself.

The heart was beating, and I couldn't help but want to put his head on the wide shoulder, but when I remembered my sister's words, I couldn't help but tremble, and after all, I held it back, but my fingers were pinched into the flesh, extremely unwilling.

Yang Qingxuan did not pay attention to her expression, but instead focused on the fierce battle between the two on the court.

Soon, it was the fifth game.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan appeared on the stage, all the attention was immediately noticed, and the whole scene was quiet.

Because the third game was played for too long and time was late, the competitions in the other few arenas also ended. Seven to eight thousand people surrounded him, and their eyes focused on him.

A woman in blue clothes walked on the opposite side, dressed in a thin smoky green gauze, with an elegant temperament, as if she was covered in a layer of moisture, fresh and refined.

"Bai Libing?"

Yang Qingxuan said indifferently: "Last year, he ranked 13th on the Qianlong List."

Bai Libing's beautiful eyes turned, looked at him for a while, then giggled and said, "The hot little meat is really extraordinary."

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fist and said: "Please ask the senior sister to give in, don't fight, just let me advance."

Bai Libing said: "Do you think that if you kill Ye Mingchuan, you will definitely be able to beat me in the promotion?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "High probability."

Bai Libing smiled and said: "Since you know it's just a probability, don't fuck, I don't like boys who talk nonsense!"

The smile on his face disappeared, he deceived him with a shout, and he cut out a willow leaf scimitar in his hand, as fast as lightning.

Yang Qingxuan's body skills flashed, and he avoided the knife and retreated.

Bai Libing chased up and yelled, "You are only in the middle stage of Zhenwu. My sister is in the later stage, so I am not afraid of you!"

The knife is like a willow leaf, fluttering in the air, transforming into a shadow of the sword.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, the air was full of fragmented sounds, noisy, and he couldn't even see the light of the sword.

With a stroke of his right hand in front of him, the sword energy spread out in a circle, turning into a perfect circle enclosing all around.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A piece of sword light and sword shadow, the people who bloom are dazzled.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's sword tactics turned, and the Ghost Fighter appeared and stood in front of him.

Under the sky full of sword qi, a blade of sword light came from the sky like a horse, gathering a powerful force.

"boom!"

Bai Libing slashed on Dou Guishen, the sword light was pressed down, that sword energy actually began to condense!

"what?!"

Yang Qingxuan was startled, and felt that not only the sword qi, but even the true qi and blood in his body had become slow.

"freeze?"

Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Your martial soul..."

A layer of cyan ice appeared on Bai Libing's body, and the thin smoky sand became hard, and the whole person was like wearing armor.

"My martial soul is exactly-frozen three feet!"

The light of the lancet flashed and pressed down on the sword, a burst of cold air blasted out.

Yang Qingxuan only felt that his arms, feet, and even his body began to form blue ice.

Wuhun is a person's essence, energy, spirit, soul, and mind, and it represents Bai Libing's cold and dusty temperament.

Baili Bing Ning said: "Little fresh meat brother, give up, otherwise you will break with a'click' in the next moment."

"My sister's martial arts spirit is very powerful, but unfortunately, I don't want to lose yet."

Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly, and the thin cyan ice on his body began to melt, turning directly into blue smoke, and the crimson flame rose up from his body, and the sword qi burst out from the **** of fighting ghosts.

"Hey!"

Where the swords intersect, the air is twisted and split.

"boom!"

Bai Libing was shocked by the sword gas and took a few steps back.

A huge flame rose, the air was burning, Yang Qingxuan drew a circle with his left hand, and patted it.

"Boom!"

Bai Libing's face changed drastically, and under that random palm, there was a great power, covering all directions!

"The knife is like the wind!"

The lancet trembled in the air, bursting with a buzzing sound, and a green glow appeared on it, violently shooting out hundreds of knife shadows, and cutting into the palm of the six suns!

All the people watching around were shocked, their expressions suddenly changed, "What a quick knife!"

"High-level martial arts with a hundred swords, she has achieved great success in her cultivation!"

Huamu's one-eyed mouth is even more open, cold sweat is dripping from her temples, and Bai Libing is only one place behind him in the ranking of the Qianlong ranking last time, but the strength he shows now is definitely above him.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

The knife shadows slashed into the palm of the fire, and the thin blue ice on it melted at once, but it also allowed the slash to pass through the flame without hindrance, like a flood of flowers and rain-shooting down.

After Bai Libing's stab, the blue light on his body soared, forming a hard ice armor in front of him, blocking the palm of Liuyang!

"Boom!"

The palms of the six suns hit the armor, continuously bursting out broken ice, but in the blink of an eye, the armor was shattered, and the flames blasted on Bailibing's body, making a scream of fear.

Yang Qingxuan pinched the tactic with his right hand, and the three characters "Douguishen" appeared in the air, and the sword intent was agitated. He blocked all the blades. After hundreds of slashes, everything returned to peace.

In the sea of ​​flames, a figure rose into the sky, and the whole body was covered by blue light.

Baili Bingzhen gasified his wings, suspended in the air, looking at Yang Qingxuan coldly, with no burnt patterns on his clothes, and his hair scorched.

The grim face was full of anger.

Yang Qingxuan smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and the wind swept away from under his palm, extinguishing the flames on the entire ring.

The effort between flipping hands shocked the audience.

Bai Libing turned pale, gritted his teeth and said, "I admit defeat."

Although it was the expected result, the sound of the word "give up" was surrounded by violent applause and cheers.

But there were also fierce and hostile gazes, flashing in the crowd like a blade of light.

Yang Qingxuan turned his head slightly, looked into the crowd, and said coldly: "Zuo Heng, look at your unhappy expression, do you want to advance this battle?"

"Wow!"

There was a commotion in the audience, and a way out, tens of thousands of eyes stared at the face that was arrogant and iron-clad in white clothes.

Zuo Heng was tied in white clothes, carrying a long sword, and Ling Ling's murderous aura scattered from his body. The students around him kept moving back, all shocked by the momentum.

Bai Libing was also shocked. Looking at the man on the ring, his heart was violently shocked: "I just finished fighting with me, will you fight Zuo Heng? How strong is this young man?!"