Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yi Kun said: "Ivy won't fight-win."

"Yay!"

Ivy jumped up happily, and threw a few Qiubo at Yang Qingxuan, and said: "You are so kind to me."

Yang Qingxuan was full of black lines and said, "What's up with me."

Turned around and jumped up and flew to the ring of his own game.

The ring of the game is marked on the back of the ball, and the other twelve people also jumped up to their own stage.

Yinyao vs. Meijuan, Lu Yifan vs. Wang Hua, Zuo Heng vs. Chen Ting, Fu Zhuo vs. Lan Mu, Young Master Jin vs. Wen Zicheng, Fang Chen vs. Mo Ke, Yang Qingxuan vs. Wu Chao, Ivy did not win.

The square with tens of thousands of people also broke apart, all rushing to the arena where they wanted to watch the battle.

"Huh, a trick."

After the crowd dispersed, the square was sparsely populated, with few people left, Ding Yuan hummed coldly.

The meat on Yi Kun's face twitched, and he said displeased: "What did Dean Ding say so strangely?"

Ding Yuan was heading towards Yang Qingxuan's ring with his hands behind him. He suddenly stopped and said, "The six people under the Nine Heavens Waves that day were all separated. If you say you didn't do anything in secret, do you think I would believe it? ?"

Yi Kun chuckled and said, "This seems to have nothing to do with Dean Ding, right?"

"indeed."

Ding Yuan nodded and said, "It has nothing to do with me."

After that, he continued to move forward.

Each step didn't take much, but the earth shrank under his feet, one step over a hundred feet away, and the second step disappeared.

Yi Kun had a sullen face, watching Ding stay away, then turned to look at Si Feiyu, and said: "The battle of the top sixteen must be the focus of the entire Northern Five Kingdoms. Although the king of Jin has sent forbidden troops to maintain order, But you and I still have to worry a lot, round seven games."

Si Feiyu nodded and said: "Okay." The figure flashed, and he went away.

...

On a big arena to the northwest of the college, Wu Chao stood dreadfully, slowly closing his murderous eyes, accumulating energy and restoring his spirit.

The war is quiet.

Although he was embarrassed and angry, he quickly immersed himself in preparation for a battle with Yang Qingxuan.

A large number of students then rushed over and surrounded the ring.

In the seven matches, Yang Qingxuan played against Wu Chao, which was regarded as the most concerned one, with at least three or four thousand people surrounded.

"What do you think Wu Chao can do to hold Yang Qingxuan?"

"How many tricks? One-eyed is cut with one sword, although Wu Chao ranks a bit ahead of one-eyed, at most three moves."

"As I guessed, the winner should be decided first here, and we can rush to watch another match."

"The heroes see the same thing. That's why I'm here to watch the battle. I can watch one more."

All kinds of comments from the surroundings caused Wu Chao to restore his calm expression, turning purple into pig liver.

"Scum, what are you talking about?!"

He opened his eyes and stared angrily at the people who were talking, and immediately frightened the people who turned pale, and walked back in the crowd, not daring to look directly at him.

"Cut, if you can't beat Yang Qingxuan, you know to vent your anger with us."

"Yeah, depending on how long he can be prestigious, he will be beaten into **** later."

On the other side, many students murmured, and their ridicule continued to expand.

"Shut up all to me!"

Wu Chao roared furiously, and said, "I will show you my strength later. As for Yang Qingxuan, I will let him stop in this ring!"

He turned to look at the invigilator and asked, "Where is Yang Qingxuan? Why haven't he come yet, is it because he is afraid?"

The invigilator also showed a look of doubt in his eyes, looked in the air for a few times, but did not see the figure, shook his head and said: "I don't know, wait patiently."

Wu Chao sneered: "Apart from fear, I really can't think of a second reason."

Suddenly, a ray of light galloped in from a distance, and with a "bang" sound, it fell on the ring. Due to the high speed, the ground was shaken and a lot of dust was raised.

"Ahem, sorry, I'm late."

In the dust, Yang Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I ran the wrong ring. Only when I got into someone else's ring did I know that I was wrong, and rushed back."

Wu Chao: "..."

The invigilator was also full of black lines and waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, let's get started. I will also make an appointment for dinner at night."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "Yeah, I still have something to do, speed it."

Wu Chao was furious and roared: "It's obviously you who are wasting everyone's time!"

A soul light flickered on his body, and a sword appeared in the air, and after the second and third mouths, a total of nine sharp swords appeared, hanging around him.

"this is……"

Yang Qingxuan was dumbfounded, this formation was a bit like Taixuan Sword Tomb, but the more than ten swords were not martial souls, but real swords. He suspiciously said, "Swordsmanship?"

"It's Wuhun——hanging sword in the air!"

"What a powerful sword martial soul, it can control nine swords at once!"

"In this kind of formation, Yang Qingxuan wants to win with three moves. I'm afraid it will be difficult?"

"Yang Qingxuan's martial soul is also a sword martial soul, this is interesting."

There were exclamations from all around, and everyone was a little excited.

Wu Chao's hand printed a finger, and the nine-handed sword volleyed in the air. He also moved with it, turning his palm into a blade, following the nine swords, and flew forward.

Yang Qingxuan chuckled, the ghost fighting spirit lingered on the sword, and he chopped off the sword light.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several golden lights flew up from the fighting ghost gods, a series of metal collisions knocked all the nine swords into the air, and at the same time stepped forward and slashed towards Wu Chao's chest.

Wu Chao's face was sullen, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, and he shouted, "Dead!"

The palm of his hand was actually facing the big sword.

Yang Qingxuan raised his brows and said in his heart: "There is weirdness, he wants to block my sword with flesh and blood?"

Feeling strange, suddenly the arm sank, the whole figure seemed to be sucked by the earth, the "boom" body fell down, and the blue bricks under both feet were directly exploded!

"what happened?!"

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, not only his arms, but the whole person as if he had endured infinite times of gravity, and he couldn't even stand straight.

"Boom!"

Wu Chao slapped him with a palm, slapped the blade on his chest, and a splash of blood shot up.

"puff!"

Yang Qingxuan's body was too heavy, and he was not shocked by such a heavy blow. The power of the one-handed slash was completely absorbed by his chest, and he spouted out with a breath of blood, his face was full of shock.

This incident surprised all the students, but there were also many mocking voices ringing around.

"Haha, Yang Qingxuan, this kid, can't figure out the opponent's martial arts."

"The hanging sword is empty, it's just a boo's head. Wu Chao hides it very deeply. The real ability of his martial soul is to control the gravity within five feet of his body!"

"So, it's no wonder that he can easily control the sword. It seems that the last time there was a big match, there was someone who said it!"

"Gravity within five feet is arbitrary, Wu Chao is invincible in close combat!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and they all sighed.

"Did you lose?"

In the crowd, a student-like teenager, with a cold and determined face, smiled and said, "If this is to lose, we won't be able to see it during the Five Nations Grand Tournament."

This person was actually Jing Yunguo, Tan Tao, who had crossed with Yang Qingxuan, dressed in Cangnanguo costumes and mixed among the students, and no one noticed it.

"Hahahaha!"

Wu Chao couldn't help laughing wildly, his excited face was a little distorted, and he mocked: "In the entire college, although there are not many people who know the mystery of my martial arts, they are not without it. You don't want to ask. Be arrogant! The pace of the qualifying battle, stop at the moment, you are not in the front position!"

A cold light flashed in Wu Chao's eyes, grabbing a dagger in his right hand, and cutting it on Yang Qingxuan's shoulder.

In college competitions, killings were prohibited. Although there were also killings, Wu Chao was afraid of trouble, so he chose to keep Yang Qingxuan for his life and destroy him.

"Uh, it turned out to be gravity control. I thought I had eaten too much recently, and I didn't exercise much. I gained weight."

Yang Qingxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes, and cast his cold gaze over.