Immemorial Pill Venerable

Chapter One Thousand and Fifteenth Who Let Who Roll

The game continues, the knockout is out, and only three Su Ce are left on the stage.

The champion will be born out of Su Ce, yellow robe teenagers and music feuds.

At this moment, everyone is looking forward to it!

"The three of you can launch a challenge at will, defeat them and become the champion. As for the loser, fight another game, and the winner will be the runner-up."

The host is not gorgeous Language, there is no impassioned rhetoric, directly and simply speaking the rules.

Su Ce and they are nodded at the same time.

Yellow robe took the lead in stepping out, standing in the middle of the fighting platform, first glanced at Su Ce with disdain, and said lightly with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Su Ce, you are not worthy of being my opponent, I move my little finger Head, enough to send you back to your hometown."

The meaning is obvious. He didn't put Su Ce in his eyes. His goal is to have hatred!

Yellow robe also looked at the enemies with provocative eyes and hooked his fingers at the opponent.

Suddenly, Su Ce retreated aside.

In such a Peak contest, it will be better for the yellow robe boy and Leqiu to fight first, which will be more beneficial to Su Ce!

"The youngest son of Prince Rong of the Beiyan Empire, Murong Wenlong, isn't he?" Le Qiu stood up without any haste, and exited blankly.

Although he was expressionless, his tone was very contemptuous.

Yellow robe boy, Murong Wenlong, raised his face proudly.

The Emperor Yan is his uncle. He is Prince Rong's favorite young son, and he is also the most talented of all his sons.

His name of Murong Wenlong is known to the entire children's team.

At this moment, when I heard Le Qiu’s words, Murong Wenlong sneered in a condescending manner: "Are you afraid of my identity? Don’t you dare to do it? It’s okay. My Dayan advocates equality for everyone. There is no one on stage now. Little Prince, only the player Murong Wenlong, you can use your housekeeping skills and unscrupulously shoot at me."

"Of course, you can also choose to kneel and surrender. Because..." Murong Wenlong takes A finger swept across the front of his nose: "You are impossible to beat me, beat you, I'll be enough with one hand, hahaha..."

Murong Wenlong smiled, arrogantly arrogant.

But he felt that defeating Le Qi with one hand had already given his face.

Su Ce is not even qualified to let him shoot!

In this regard, Yue Qiu smiled sarcastically, and pointed to the bottom of the Doutai: "It is impossible to admit defeat. The moment I stepped onto the Doutai, I had already put life and death out of the question, so whose son you are, and Whose Little Prince is, to me, it’s no different from a fart. But killing you, I will indeed cause great trouble, now I will give you a chance to survive, follow the direction I am pointing, and roll down Run for your life!"

"You..."

Murong Wenlong grabbed both fists secretly, and couldn't help being irritated, and his hatred was even more arrogant than him.

"Very well, you made me move the killing intent, and I will let you pay a painful price for your stupid behavior!"

The light is raging, and Fansheng’s 3rd-layer cultivation base is poured into one palm.

This palm is extremely extraordinary, and the level should be extremely high.

Next, he took advantage of the trend and slashed his enemies, drawing a palm like an open sky giant blade under his palm, which was extremely dazzling.

This hard palm qi tore a crack on the floor of the fighting platform. The crack quickly spread to the feet of Le Chou, and the palm qi fell to the top of his head, causing countless people to scream.

"Earth Middle Grade Handling!"

Qin Hao's thoughts are swept away, and the grades are analyzed, which is unavoidable for small snacks.

Ceer’s cultivation Feixue Sword Art, cultivated for one year, has not touched Small Accomplishment yet.

But when Murong Wenlong mentioned taking the palm of his hand, he seemed to cultivation the Earth Middle Grade to the Great Accomplishment Realm world. The aptitude is indeed extraordinary.

Of course, compared with Feixue Sword Art, his palm technique is much worse than formidable power.

After all, Feixue Sword Art claims to be the invincible Sword Art under Heavenly Rank.

With the exclamation of the crowd, Murong Wenlong's palm fell mercilessly on the forehead of Le Qiu.

Le Qiu didn't even have a chance to dodge.

But this seemingly terrifying palm didn't have any effect on Le Qi. Even his hair was not disturbed, so he was shocked by Le Qi's body protection astral qi.

"What?"

Murong Wenlong startedled, his face suddenly changed.

"Go away, don't provoke my bottom line while I don't have aggressive Dafa!"

Le Qiu still stood blankly.

Murong Wenlong's forehead was followed by a cold sweat, and the opponent's cultivation base obviously exceeded his budget seriously.

At this time, Su Ce was also moved. He was far away, and he could feel the pressure of Murong Wenlong's hand. He asked himself unless he used Feixue Sword Art, he couldn't accept it.

But with the astral qi, the hatred can dissolve such terrifying attacks into the invisible, and the cultivation base is really profound.

"hahaha!"

After Murong Wenlong was surprised, he suddenly let out an unfathomable mystery laugh, and then regained his strong confidence on his face: "Yes, finally appeared A guy who allows me to use my full strength unscrupulously. I used to be afraid that if I use my full strength, I will be unable to control my opponent to kill. But at this time, I am very satisfied with your performance...Tyrant Heaven Crazy Lion...open for me!"

Between words, Murong Wenlong opened his arms, and a white mist appeared behind his back. In the white mist, a majestic lion slowly revealed its body, four meters high and eight meters long. The hair was roaring, and the sound was terrifying.

Murong Wenlong is still a Martial Artist!

"As expected to be the genius of Murong's Imperial Family, Wenlong Little Prince is so young, he is already Transcendent Saint, and he still has a soul!"

"This time, the hatred is about to lose !"

"And you will lose miserably!" Discuss spiritedly off the court, and the audience expressed their opinions on the two people pointing fingers on the stage.