Chapter 6457

She looked down proudly.

In the eyes, full of contempt.

"Can't you find someone who can fight with me in the arena?"

"Arrogance!"

The strong people who originally stood below and wanted to wait and see.

Then there was anger.

Ice Moon Palace is a big sect that has accumulated for thousands of years.

There are dragons and tigers in the door.

There are many disciples who concentrate on cultivation. They are not famous at ordinary times.

However, they all have their own unique secret skills.

It's far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

At this time, they all felt the contempt in Ye Qingli's eyes.

As a senior disciple.

I am despised by a new person.

"I will!"

A disciple jumped onto the challenge arena quickly!

Then, without saying a word, he unleashed his magic weapon.

Attack Ye Qingli.

"Mental attack!"

Ye Qingli opens his eyes!

Look at him like electricity.

"Ah ah ah --"

the man's magic weapon has not been released.

Then, in his mind, it was like being pricked.

It exploded quickly.

Covering his head, he quickly fell to the ground.

Second kill again!

This is no limit, no difference attack!

Ye Qingli's winning streak is unstoppable, just like pulling apart the dead.

She has integrated powerful techniques and martial arts, and is already invincible in the super class.

Now, with her mental attack.

There was almost no flaw in her.

All kinds of fighting skills are constantly reflected in her.

Strong spirit?

Then, use the technique.

Powerful?

Good. I have Koo woo.

Fifty five wins in a row

Sixty wins in a row

The battle speed of Ye Qingli began to slow down.

However, her opponents in front of her also fell one by one.

Now, she's like a mechanical combat machine.

Everyone held their breath.

Counting for her in silence.

"Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two..."

Their voices began to tremble.

It's like witnessing the birth of a miracle.

One after another, the strong ones are going to challenge.

However, none of them stopped Ye Qingli.

No matter how strong they are.

However, ye Qingli is still like an unstoppable chariot.

Roll forward.

"Eighty!"

In everyone's mouth, all spit out such a number.

And ye Qingli, at this time, also turned over one of his opponents to the stage.

"When!"

A broken weapon was swept off the stage.

Ye Qingli holds down the Tianzhu who rolls the blade.

A long breath came out.

At this time, she also began to feel a little weak.

You know, after fifty wins.

Her opponent is no longer as simple as before.

Those disciples were all inspired by her.

One by one, they took the stage and began to challenge her.

In the course of these battles, ye Qingli's strength has been greatly consumed.

After all, she hasn't been promoted to the middle of the king.

Her spiritual power is not so strong.

Thirty strong opponents.

Fighting in turns.

If it's not because there's room in her body for support.

Even the iron man has fallen long ago.

But even so.

On her forehead, sweat had already leached.

It can be seen clearly.

Her body, some shaking.

In the eyes of Jun Aohan, there was a flash of worry.