Chapter 584

On the competition stage, Xiao Yi slowly turns around and leaves.

Then one flashed back to the table.

On the spectator's seat, a series of surprised eyes were thrown at him.

"It's amazing. It's worthy of being one of Yanwu's twins."

"This generation of the split Sky Sword sect has made a great Tianjiao."

Many of the older generation of martial arts, praise.

Although Xiao Yi's reputation has spread to the East China Sea fortress as early as the second round.

But rumors go back to rumors.

Now I watch the war personally and see Xiao Yi use only three moves from the beginning to the end.

A move, a sword to resist; a move, such as the sound of the sword; a move, the ice split the sky.

Only three moves will defeat bingwujiang, the first day of Bingwu state.

It's no wonder that a number of strong people cast a look of surprise.

On the other side, Bing Wujiang stepped down slowly with the help of King Bingwu.

At the top of the spectator seat, on the eight commander-in-chief seats, eight people looked different.

The night emperor looked at ice boundless, light voice way, "strength is not strong, ambition is not small."

The ice emperor frowned and said, "Wujiang is the son. His talent is at the top level. The martial spirit is also the superior choice, and the wisdom is not vulgar."

"It's just too young now."

"With time and practice, it will not be difficult for endless ice dust to dominate the world."

"At least, it will surpass me in the future."

"Not bad." The king sneered and said, "the boundless ice dust spirit of boundless ice has amazing growth. He is still young."

"On the contrary, Xiao Yi, as far as I know, is the soul of the fire control beast."

"Even if he has the cultivation of extreme state in the future, or even higher, his combat power will not be much stronger."

"As you can see, he is the soul of fire, but he practices the ice sword."

"It's conceivable that his spirit can't help him at all."

"Even, he must have given up his own soul."

The others nodded.

"But Xiao Yi is younger, younger than any one of Tianjiao, and her performance is more outstanding."

Eight people's eyes, suddenly looked at the competition platform, the competition platform, began a new round of competition.

Two Tianjiao, already on the stage.

It's Ling Yu of No. 3 and Bai Mo Han of No. 4.

"Elder martial brother Mohan, it's time to end our business." Ling Yu whispered.

With a wave of the star shadow sword in his hand, the array of star shadow swords was immediately laid down.

This is Ling Yu's strongest means today.

"Over?" Bai Mo Han sneered and shook his head.

The next second, the figure a flash, instant disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he came to Ling Yu and blew it out.

Ling Yu's pupil shrinks and she can't react at all.

Barely horizontal sword block in front of the body, but the pressure root can not block white ink cold's palm, was heavily bombed.

On the table, Xiao Yi frowns at the fight on the stage.

Ling Yu has already used the star shadow sword array, and the means are as good as possible.

As a result, he could reach the peak level of Tianyuan at most, and could not enter the extreme situation.

The gap between the extreme state and the Tianyuan realm is extremely large.

Even if it is the strongest Tianjiao of each kingdom, it can only be cultivated above the Ninth level of Tianyuan, plus the increase in the quality of Yuanqi and the increase in the number of powerful secret methods.

Only by increasing the number of times can we have the extreme combat power.

And white ink cold, itself is the peak of Tianyuan cultivation.

Together with a series of growth rates, it has already gained a great combat power.

The strength of the two is not at the same level at all.

There can be no suspense in battle.

Sure enough, Lingyu spits out a mouthful of bloody blood on the competition stage.

White Mo Han only a palm, has let him almost seriously injured.

Before waiting for him to take a breath, white ink cold has attacked again.

But this time, Bai Mo Han is no longer barehanded, but a sword appears in his hand.

This is the first-class weapon of Yanwu kingdom.

A snort.

Bai Mo Han's Sword Pierced Ling Yu's chest.

Gurgling blood, in Ling Yu's chest constantly outflow.

The white ink cold, does not have any facial expression fluctuation at all, just sneers, laughs extremely ferocious.

"Over?" White Mo Han disdains to say, "Ling Yu, you look too high at yourself."

"What do you think you are?"

"In my childe's eyes, you are no more powerful than a mole ant."

Ling Yu laughs bitterly and looks at the sword still stabbing on his chest.

I saw my eyes white and cold.

Looking at the face in front of him that used to be so familiar and adored, he laughed.

Next second, Ling Yu's finger moves gently.Under the array of star shadow swords, countless star shadow swords fell from the rear and directly attacked the back of Bai Mo Han.

"Bang." At the same time, Ling Yu's hands tightly grasped Bai Mo Han's shoulder.

"Elder martial brother Mohan, I said that you and I need to be settled."

White ink cold eyes a squint, sneer, "originally you have been prepared."

"It's a pity that you're too weak and too much for yourself."

White ink cold body momentum burst out, instantly opened Ling Yu.

The sword in hand, turn back in time.

Hissing, a star shadow sword, hit his arm.

But the rest of the countless star shadow swords were all chopped by him.

Ling Yu's attack, in addition to his arm added a slight scar, no effect.

"Waste is waste." White ink cold disdains a smile.

At the moment Ling Yu, already seriously injured, lay powerless on the ground.

Bai Mo Han's sword, the last shock, has made him no longer fighting.

"Oh." Lingyu said with a sad smile, "at least, the mole ants in my brother's eyes hurt him."

On Bai Mo Han's arm, there is a tiny bloodstain.

"Looking for death." White ink cold eyes a cold, figure a flash, Zhang Jian toward the ground Ling Yu attack.

"I give in." Ling Yu chuckled.

Whoosh

A figure, suddenly fell, stopped the white ink cold.

It was the judge of the demon hunting hall.

"This round of fighting can be over, the winner, Bai Mo Han." The referee announced in a loud voice.

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh

Zhong Wuyou, Ye Ming, and others quickly flew off the competition platform.

"Bai Mo Han, you are such a villain. I'm really upset." Zhong Wuyou said coldly.

"White Mo Han disdains a smile," take that rubbish to roll back, you a few scum, have no qualification to say these words with this childe. "

After that, Bai Mo Han flashed away and left the competition platform.

Zhong Wuyou and others, biting teeth, holding Lingyu, returned to the spectator seat.

A pharmacist of the fortress rushed to him and said, "sword master Tianjiao, can I help you heal?"

"No, thanks for your kindness." Xiao Yi shakes her head and takes Lingyu.

Hands, light flash, a few high-quality pills out, to Ling Yu to take.

Two Tiancai Dibao were smashed and smeared on Lingyu's chest wound.

The pharmacist looked at it and couldn't help looking sideways. "Three pills of seven grade elixir and two pieces of healing holy fruit are really luxurious."

"With so many treasures on hand, no wonder I don't need an old man." The pharmacist turned and left.

After a while, Ling Yu's injury gradually recovered.

"Just now in the first World War, you can admit defeat directly. You have to make Bai Mo cold and ask for trouble." Zhong Wuyou scolded angrily.

Ling Yu smiles, "asking for trouble is just this last time."

Ling Yu smiles, smiling very quietly, just like the sword sect Tianjiao Lingyu.

"It looks like it's all over." Xiao Yi takes a look at Ling Yu and smiles faintly.

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