Chapter 665

Van Gogh's face became very ugly, and he was filled with the meaning of hot flame, which made the temperature of the surrounding space soar, and the space seemed to turn into a furnace.

The crowd looked at Van Gogh's face and couldn't help but be awed. It was the first time for Van Gogh in such an angry state to see that something was going to happen.

"Van Gogh is the seventh Prince of the great Vatican Dynasty. Although he is not as strong as the great prince Fan Ye, his strength is not weak. He once defeated the people in the sixth floor of the king of the yuan. He fought with the sword, and the victory or defeat is unpredictable." Someone analyzed it.

"How dare you fight?" Van Gogh looked at the sword with tough eyes and overbearing voice, like forcing the sword to make a decision.

The sword took a step forward and was about to speak. At this time, a voice came out of the crowd, which immediately attracted his attention.

"Cluck, are you in such a hurry? Can you wait for the little woman to fight first?"

This voice is obviously from a woman's mouth. It is gentle, delicate and extremely sweet. People can't help trembling after listening to it After shaking, the heart seemed to be crisped.

In an instant, countless people looked around, like searching for where the talking woman was, eager to see her face.

In Qin Xuan's eyes, there was a purple and gold light shining past, which seemed to penetrate all vanity. He saw a beautiful figure standing in the front space, looking calm and calm. He looked at the people around him desperately looking for it, and his eyes were filled with a bit of pride.

"Ha ha, since Miss Xia is here, why don't you hide and see her." Van Gogh laughed and grabbed his palm. Suddenly, a flame light ball condensed in the space and burst out into the void.

The woman saw the fireball coming, but her look didn't change much. She just smiled, showing her pure state and touching her heart.

I saw her jade finger gently pointing forward, and the tip of her finger shot a very strong force of cold ice, which instantly turned into a cold ice sword and broke the flame light ball.

"The ice rules are not weak." Qin Xuan's eyes flashed a glimmer of appreciation. Of course, it was just appreciation. It was much worse than Mo Lisheng's cold ice rules.

In the next moment, people saw a woman walking out of the void. She was dressed in a long blue dress, which vividly outlined her exquisite posture. Her crystal clear eyes swept over her faces, and there was always a trace of smile around her mouth.

The beauty of this woman's life, her skin is better than snow, her small cherry mouth and her exquisite and flawless face make people have unlimited reverie after one look.

"Xia Zongxia is like snow. A woman as pure as snow is pure and human, which is rare in the world." Someone closed his eyes and sighed that he seemed to be intoxicated in the scene just now and couldn't extricate himself.

Xuanyuan also stared at the woman and nodded from time to time. His eyes showed a strange color and his mouth showed a smile. He didn't know who he was smiling at.

"How does this woman compare with Ximen bingyue?" A voice sounded in Xuanyuan's ears.

"Of course it's her." Xuanyuan didn't want to answer. Suddenly, he looked stunned. Then he said solemnly: "of course, she is inferior. The ice moon is my goddess. No one can compare it in my eyes."

"If elder martial sister could hear you, I don't know how she would feel." Qin Xuan couldn't help sighing.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan turned his eyes and looked at Qin Xuan with a serious face. He said in a deep voice, "please tell me about your elder martial sister and me."

Qin Xuan has a black face. Does this have anything to do with him? The master has said that he will compete for relatives in Tianhuang city after three months. What can he do if he speaks according to his strength?

At this time, Xia ruxuelian gently moved to the crowd. Before she came to the crowd, Mei Mou fell on the sword and looked up and down carefully, as if she wanted to remember the figure who created a precedent.

"I've heard for a long time that Jianchi has a very high talent in kendo. He can defeat his opponent in more than two levels. As soon as I see him today, I admire his style." Xia Ruxue smiled.

"I'm flattered." Jian nodded slightly and then stopped talking, which made Xia Ruxue look slightly changed. She took the initiative to praise each other, but only got a compliment. It was really embarrassing.

"You are too anxious." Another voice came, and people turned their eyes. They saw a young man in white walking out of the crowd, with his sword eyebrows flying obliquely. His eyes were as bright as stars and his temperament was dusty.

"Luo family, Luo Chunqiu, these three people are all here now. It seems that a good play will happen."

The faces of the crowd showed a look of expectation. Luo Chunqiu, Xia Ruxue and Van Gogh are all equal in strength and come from great forces. Now they all have to challenge the sword. What should be the order?

"Everything must come first, and I should fight him first." Van Gogh said faintly that he might want to let other things, but this matter can't let him.

"Master fan, this is not true. We have been waiting here for a long time. Although you are the first to appear, it doesn't mean you are the first to come to the wind king's tower." Xia Ruxue smiled and argued.

"You..." Van Gogh looked stunned. He didn't expect Xia Ruxue to be so clever. He was surprised.

"It's better to decide the order by strength." Luo Chunqiu, who finally came, said in a flat tone, as if he were saying very ordinary words.

As soon as he said this, the crowd suddenly changed. Luo Chunqiu was so crazy that he decided to order by strength. Can he be so confident than the other two?

A sharp color flashed in Van Gogh's eyes and said to Luo Chunqiu, "since brother Luo wants to fight, I don't mind, but what if you lose?"

"If you lose, you should quit." Luo Chunqiu responded faintly.

"Have you decided yet? I don't have time to wait here for you to chat." The tone of the sword was cold and angry.

Qin Xuan's eyes also flashed a sharp color. The three people seemed to completely ignore the sword. They actually discussed who would fight with the sword first. Their tone was random. They really thought they could win the sword?

Xuanyuan shook his head, patted the sword on the shoulder and said, "your heart is still too soft. For some people, don't give too many faces."

At the moment when the voice fell, the space suddenly became quiet. Frightened eyes looked at Xuanyuan breaking the sky. What did this guy just say? Some people, don't give too many faces, who do some people refer to?

Xuanyuan's words successfully attracted the eyes of Van Gogh, Xia Ruxue and Luo Chunqiu. They all stared at Xuanyuan's words with a bad look. This guy is crazy.

However, Xuanyuan broke the sky, but he looked indifferent. He put his hands on his hips and directly ignored the three people's eyes. The aura of Xuanyuan palace Tianjiao was immediately revealed.

"He's right. Since he came to the demon wasteland, it's better to be crazy when he should be crazy. Being too low-key is inevitably easy to be ignored." Qin Xuan stepped forward and smiled at the sword.