Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yi Kun said in surprise: "Sure enough!"

Si Feiyu said in surprise: "It's Wuyingzhi!"

After Yang Qingxuan's finger popped out, he raised his left hand and moved his fingers in the air, as if there was a piano in front of him, playing.

The zhenqi circulates in the body, gathers at the fingertips, and is suppressed to the extreme. Under the touch, it turns into a rhythm and swells out.

The two rhythms intersect, and immediately push the rhythm up, becoming magnificent, like a thousand horses stepping on the snow.

The expressions of everyone on the court changed drastically, and those who were originally calm and relaxed also frowned.

At this moment, the outcome has been decided, and there are sixteen people left on the court, but Wu Hao was shocked and did not stop, instead, he fought against Yang Qingxuan.

The sound waves spread from the fingers of the two, and then glued together to form a new sound wave, which shook the field.

Moreover, the two looked at each other, both eyes were excited, and the fingertips moved faster.

Tens of thousands of people were watching from the outside, and they were stunned. They saw the cyclone on the ring surging with the sound waves, and the other fifteen people opened their eyes one after another, watching the scene in amazement.

"Boom! Boom!"

A few more students on the field couldn't hold it anymore, including Cyclops and Meijuan, all spurting blood and flying upside down.

Another student exploded from his body, fell to the ground on the spot and fainted, knowing how to live or die.

"Yang Qingxuan...you...stop it!"

Wen Zicheng's face changed drastically, and he glared at Yang Qingxuan. Originally, he could hold on for a moment longer. This speech immediately fell into a huff, and was shocked by the sound wave into his body, bleeding from his mouth.

Zuo Heng was frightened and angry, his face gloomy, and he was about to draw his sword after reaching out, but he was slapped and slammed on his wrist.

Zuo Heng turned angrily, murderously, and shouted: "Chen Ting, do you want to die?!"

Chen Ting's expression was not good, he took a deep breath, and said coldly: "Many elders and teachers are here, do you want to kill on the spot?"

Zuo Heng said coldly: "The game is over. Yang Qingxuan is deliberately making trouble here, breaking the rules, hurting other students, and killing him for crimes!"

Chen Ting replied sarcastically: "Who said the competition was over? Which teacher announced it? Besides, on crimes and the like, there are elders and teachers, when is your turn to judge?"

Although Zuo Heng was angry, he calmed down and felt that it made sense, so he coldly snorted and continued to sit down cross-legged to resist the impact of the sound wave.

Fu Zhuo looked at Yang Qingxuan with a cold face, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fang Chen's face was even more complicated. Looking at this latecomer, he was defeated in the battle against Longtan, but he was unwilling. If you fight again at this moment, I am afraid that there is no chance of victory, and I can't help but become a little bit depressed.

When my mood fell, my heart was shocked by the sound wave, and a mouthful of blood came out.

But after all, he was physically tyrannical, so he immediately sat down and adjusted his breath.

Although the competition is over, but under the sonic shock, it is the best touchstone for testing the strength. There are still eleven people on the court, and he is not willing to go on.

Several others held the same thoughts, and under this increasingly turbulent rhythm, they were all struggling to support them.

But there are also a few people who remain calm and calm.

"puff!"

Ivy also spouted a mouthful of blood, looked at Yang Qingxuan with a grieving face, and said with a grievance: "Little lover, you're so cruel, even sister."

After that, I will fly on my own. If I insist on it, it may be able to support it for a while, but it is meaningless, and it will affect the subsequent games.

Before long, Fang Chen couldn't hold it anymore, spouting a mouthful of blood, fell down on the spot and passed out into a coma.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned red, and in his eyes, there were only sound waves surging in the surrounding space, and there was nothing else.

And the melody under the fingertips is playing Jiuxiao Tianbo, as if returning to the time in the secret room, immersed in that wonderful music.

What he didn't notice was that the true essence in his body was flowing like a flood and began to dry up rapidly.

After a while, he pointed to a bullet, the air was only slightly turbulent, no sound wave was emitted, and the true essence in the body was exhausted.

At this time, he recovered from the immersive rhythm, and his red eyes turned back to deep black.

It's just that his face is pale as paper, and the big beads of sweat have already wet the skirt of his clothes, but he doesn't notice it.

"puff!"

Wu Hao's sound wave hit him, and immediately spewed a big mouthful of blood without resistance, and fell on his back into the ring.

"what?!"

The audience was shocked, and Qing Buli and the others stood up anxiously, showing shock.

Wu Hao also instantly smoothed the strings in his hand and flew down worriedly.

At this moment, there were five people standing alone in the ring, their eyes flashing, staring at Yang Qingxuan who was lying on the ground, and there was a storm in their hearts.

A beautiful red-clothed woman with a cold complexion, her apricot-like eyes, cold and arrogant, seemingly unable to tolerate anyone, but at this moment, her bright eyes are flowing, falling on Yang Qingxuan like autumn waves, she glances at it, Turned away.

This cold and beautiful temperament attracted everyone's attention, and they all followed her.

The crowd parted ways automatically, until the woman disappeared at the end, then everyone looked back and continued to look at the court.

Lu Yifan looked at the departure of the red-dressed woman, then looked at Yang Qingxuan, and flew straight up, turning into a streamer.

There were three other people, Zuo Heng gave a cold snort and went straight.

Fu Zhuo's face turned pale, his face gloomy.

The other person, with a thin face, also looked at Yang Qingxuan a few times, and then slowly left under the gaze of everyone.

The corners of You Ye's mouth raised, and she whispered softly: "Yin Yao, Lu Yifan, Zuo Heng, Fu Zhuo, Young Master Jin, Yang Qingxuan, tusk, who will be eliminated?"

Wu Hao checked Yang Qingxuan's injury, but the true essence was exhausted and it was not a major problem. He exchanged glances with Qing Buli, and everyone in the stands was relieved.

Qing Buli said in a loud voice: "Because there was an accident in the match, the 16-in-8 match was postponed for three days."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked and talked a lot.

However, it is indeed an indisputable fact that many people were injured. If you fight tomorrow, it will be unfair.

There are also many family patriarchs on the stands, all with different looks and thoughts.

The students in the top 100 are basically drawn to the major families. Everyone hopes that their people can perform better and have more powerful strength.

At this moment, tens of thousands of students dispersed in various exciting discussions.

There were also many people who wanted to rush to the arena. They were Yang Qingxuan's partners, Liu Cheng and others, but they were all stopped by the teacher. No one was allowed to approach the arena and could only give up.

Yang Qingxuan lay on the ground and rested for a while, and said, "Elder Wu Hao, I still have a lot of unclear points in this song, so I hope I can enlighten you."