Chapter 742: 742
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"Ha ha ha!"
Wang Xiaohua carries the knife on her shoulder and laughs loudly. She looks crazy.
The spectators were shocked.
Zheng Feiyue is already very powerful. Especially after he got the gold long staff with satisfactory changes, he can attack and defend. He has almost no weakness, but he is still defeated by Wang Xiaohua and the knife in his hand.
Is the title of the first person in the world worthy of its name?
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the big pit hit by Zheng Feiyue.
The man of iron blood camp clenched his fist and cheered for the boss in his heart.
Climb out!
As if God had heard their prayers, one hand appeared at the edge of the pit, and then whooshed out of the person. It was Zheng Feiyue.
Above the sky, Wang Xiaohua's laughter suddenly stopped.
Zheng Feiyue shook his dizzy head and secretly said that the magic knife was really powerful. With Wang Xiaohua, a pervert, he couldn't resist its fierce impact.
However, this knife also aroused the long lost fighting soul in his body.
Rub.
The golden long staff flew back to Zheng Feiyue's hand from a distance. The staff body trembled slightly and made a slight low sound. It seemed that it also felt the master's intention and wanted to fight a battle impatiently.
Zheng Feiyue grinned, waved his long stick and shouted, "I don't feel at all. Don't you really have no food?"
Wang Xiaohua's face was suddenly cold, and the patterns on her body were creeping. People had been electrocuted down.
"Die!"
The blade hit, and a black line crossed the air. It was because the power was so strong that even the space split out abnormally.
"Kill!"
Zheng Feiyue roared wildly, met him with a stick, and hit each other with a knife and stick.
Mars flash.
At the moment, the advantage of heavy weapons was reflected. The weight of 300000 kg broke out. Wang Xiaohua was not prepared at all and immediately flew out.
The fierce strength came, shaking Wang Xiaohua's arm muscles and his face muscles.
When Zheng Feiyue gained power, he followed the stick. While Wang Xiaohua's arms were numb, he used the stick as a spear and pushed it up with one end.
Bang!
Wang Xiaohua's hands were in a state of disengagement, and her abdomen was badly hurt. She sprayed blood on the spot.
He swept the with a knife.
Zheng Feiyue's body was atomized in an instant. He let the magic knife sweep over, and the magic fog floated over. He condensed his figure behind Wang Xiaohua, and his backhand was hit with another stick.
Wang Xiaohua roared and got a stick on his back. His spine was really about to be broken.
However, he was also a veteran. With the strength of his back, he rushed forward and crossed a very long arc to escape Zheng Feiyue's range of activities.
Zheng Feiyue didn't chase after him. He stood horizontally with a stick and said with a smile, "I'm satisfied with my strength?"
Wang Xiaohua half bowed and looked like a zombie with ferocity in her eyes.
After several strokes in succession, Zheng Feiyue's body couldn't straighten up at all. The weight of 300000 kg... The excrement was beaten out by another person.
The onlookers also looked shocked.
Will Zheng Feiyue's stick go against the sky?
Even Wang Xiaohua was beaten and had no power to fight back!
The representative of the evil god sect looked ugly and said, "the little Lord is too impulsive. The stick weighs 300000 Jin. It's unwise to fight close to each other. You can win only by pulling away."
Qian wangsun said with a smile, "Zheng Feiyue is better than a ghost. Will he distance himself?"
The voice just fell.
The crowd saw Zheng Feiyue continue to carry the stick, a sweep, the long stick swept out, like a mountain pushing horizontally, God blocking and killing God.
Wang Xiaohua can only return.
Zheng Feiyue chased Wang Xiaohua and waved his stick wildly, which surprised the others.
This is really driving people away.
Wang Xiaohua was in a hurry. She didn't run at all. A strong evil spirit flashed on her face. She waved across the blade of the treasure knife. The blood flowed and was absorbed by the blade in an instant.
"You forced me."
Wang Xiaohua looked ferocious.
Zheng Feiyue was too lazy to deal with this formulaic dialogue and swung a stick in the past.
Keng!
This staff did not hit Wang Xiaohua, but hit on a layer of solid magic Qi.
Zheng Feiyue was slightly absorbed.
I saw the sword in Wang Xiaohua's hand. Zhengyuan kept emitting black magic gas and turned into a solid mask to cover it.
Zheng Feiyue smashed several more sticks.
The magic gas mask fluctuated constantly, but it was extremely tough and showed no sign of breaking.
Wang Xiaohua sat cross legged in the hood, holding a knife in both hands, closing her eyes and chanting words. At first glance, she thought it was an evil religious ceremony.
A sense of danger was on my mind.
Zheng Feiyue retreated quickly. The long golden staff turned into pieces of gold armor and attached to his body.
Others also have a feeling of panic.
Wang Xiaohua is brewing a powerful move.
Buzzing.
The sword roared and trembled impatiently in Wang Xiaohua's hand, like a wild horse to run away.
Next second.
Wang Xiaohua suddenly stared, pointed at Zheng Feiyue and shouted, "go!"
Before the voice fell, the treasure knife had disappeared.
Zheng Feiyue didn't even have time to blink, and he felt endless cold around his neck.
At the critical moment, he tilted his body.
When!
A knife had appeared at his original neck, but because Zheng Feiyue deviated from his body, he just cut him in the shoulder and burst into sparks.
Zheng Feiyue waved his fist.
Jin Jia wound up along his arm and finally attached to his fist to form a glittering iron fist.
Dong!
Zheng Feiyue threw the magic knife out with one punch.
Wang Xiaohua grew up, caught the rolled back sword, flashed a strong black in her eyes, and threw the long knife out with her backhand.
Wow.
Zheng Feiyue was also cruel. He didn't want the gold armor. He condensed into two pairs of gold armor and waved wildly at the long knife.
Dong Dong Dong.
The long knife is like a bloodthirsty shark, attacking around Zheng Feiyue.
Zheng Feiyue held up two big gold fists and, like bowling, flew out the magic knife again and again. His posture was very arrogant.
Bang bang.
Wang Xiaohua's temper was very hot. The black fog in her eyes almost came out through her body. She manipulated the magic knife to fiercely cut Zheng Feiyue.
This lasted for a few minutes.
With a long roar from Wang Xiaohua, the sword swept back, circled around him, and the blade crossed his body.
The blood was exposed and absorbed by the long knife.
The magic gas soared again, and more magic gas gushed out. Wang Xiaohua doubled her strength again. She was full of magic flame, and rushed to Zheng Feiyue with a knife.
Zheng Feiyue burst out.
The golden iron fist split and combined, turned into a long stick again, and killed Wang Xiaohua.
The onlookers held their breath.
The battle was dazzling.
Zheng Feiyue's merit magic weapon has various functions, and Wang Xiaohua's sword is not inferior. It seems that there is no upper limit of power.
The so-called struggle for the first person in the world of harmony has unconsciously become a struggle between two peerless divine soldiers.
Who wins and who loses?
The result is unknown, but Wang Xiaohua and Zheng Feiyue are angry.
They stick together again and fight.
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"Ha ha ha!"
Wang Xiaohua carries the knife on her shoulder and laughs loudly. She looks crazy.
The spectators were shocked.
Zheng Feiyue is already very powerful. Especially after he got the gold long staff with satisfactory changes, he can attack and defend. He has almost no weakness, but he is still defeated by Wang Xiaohua and the knife in his hand.
Is the title of the first person in the world worthy of its name?
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the big pit hit by Zheng Feiyue.
The man of iron blood camp clenched his fist and cheered for the boss in his heart.
Climb out!
As if God had heard their prayers, one hand appeared at the edge of the pit, and then whooshed out of the person. It was Zheng Feiyue.
Above the sky, Wang Xiaohua's laughter suddenly stopped.
Zheng Feiyue shook his dizzy head and secretly said that the magic knife was really powerful. With Wang Xiaohua, a pervert, he couldn't resist its fierce impact.
However, this knife also aroused the long lost fighting soul in his body.
Rub.
The golden long staff flew back to Zheng Feiyue's hand from a distance. The staff body trembled slightly and made a slight low sound. It seemed that it also felt the master's intention and wanted to fight a battle impatiently.
Zheng Feiyue grinned, waved his long stick and shouted, "I don't feel at all. Don't you really have no food?"
Wang Xiaohua's face was suddenly cold, and the patterns on her body were creeping. People had been electrocuted down.
"Die!"
The blade hit, and a black line crossed the air. It was because the power was so strong that even the space split out abnormally.
"Kill!"
Zheng Feiyue roared wildly, met him with a stick, and hit each other with a knife and stick.
Mars flash.
At the moment, the advantage of heavy weapons was reflected. The weight of 300000 kg broke out. Wang Xiaohua was not prepared at all and immediately flew out.
The fierce strength came, shaking Wang Xiaohua's arm muscles and his face muscles.
When Zheng Feiyue gained power, he followed the stick. While Wang Xiaohua's arms were numb, he used the stick as a spear and pushed it up with one end.
Bang!
Wang Xiaohua's hands were in a state of disengagement, and her abdomen was badly hurt. She sprayed blood on the spot.
He swept the with a knife.
Zheng Feiyue's body was atomized in an instant. He let the magic knife sweep over, and the magic fog floated over. He condensed his figure behind Wang Xiaohua, and his backhand was hit with another stick.
Wang Xiaohua roared and got a stick on his back. His spine was really about to be broken.
However, he was also a veteran. With the strength of his back, he rushed forward and crossed a very long arc to escape Zheng Feiyue's range of activities.
Zheng Feiyue didn't chase after him. He stood horizontally with a stick and said with a smile, "I'm satisfied with my strength?"
Wang Xiaohua half bowed and looked like a zombie with ferocity in her eyes.
After several strokes in succession, Zheng Feiyue's body couldn't straighten up at all. The weight of 300000 kg... The excrement was beaten out by another person.
The onlookers also looked shocked.
Will Zheng Feiyue's stick go against the sky?
Even Wang Xiaohua was beaten and had no power to fight back!
The representative of the evil god sect looked ugly and said, "the little Lord is too impulsive. The stick weighs 300000 Jin. It's unwise to fight close to each other. You can win only by pulling away."
Qian wangsun said with a smile, "Zheng Feiyue is better than a ghost. Will he distance himself?"
The voice just fell.
The crowd saw Zheng Feiyue continue to carry the stick, a sweep, the long stick swept out, like a mountain pushing horizontally, God blocking and killing God.
Wang Xiaohua can only return.
Zheng Feiyue chased Wang Xiaohua and waved his stick wildly, which surprised the others.
This is really driving people away.
Wang Xiaohua was in a hurry. She didn't run at all. A strong evil spirit flashed on her face. She waved across the blade of the treasure knife. The blood flowed and was absorbed by the blade in an instant.
"You forced me."
Wang Xiaohua looked ferocious.
Zheng Feiyue was too lazy to deal with this formulaic dialogue and swung a stick in the past.
Keng!
This staff did not hit Wang Xiaohua, but hit on a layer of solid magic Qi.
Zheng Feiyue was slightly absorbed.
I saw the sword in Wang Xiaohua's hand. Zhengyuan kept emitting black magic gas and turned into a solid mask to cover it.
Zheng Feiyue smashed several more sticks.
The magic gas mask fluctuated constantly, but it was extremely tough and showed no sign of breaking.
Wang Xiaohua sat cross legged in the hood, holding a knife in both hands, closing her eyes and chanting words. At first glance, she thought it was an evil religious ceremony.
A sense of danger was on my mind.
Zheng Feiyue retreated quickly. The long golden staff turned into pieces of gold armor and attached to his body.
Others also have a feeling of panic.
Wang Xiaohua is brewing a powerful move.
Buzzing.
The sword roared and trembled impatiently in Wang Xiaohua's hand, like a wild horse to run away.
Next second.
Wang Xiaohua suddenly stared, pointed at Zheng Feiyue and shouted, "go!"
Before the voice fell, the treasure knife had disappeared.
Zheng Feiyue didn't even have time to blink, and he felt endless cold around his neck.
At the critical moment, he tilted his body.
When!
A knife had appeared at his original neck, but because Zheng Feiyue deviated from his body, he just cut him in the shoulder and burst into sparks.
Zheng Feiyue waved his fist.
Jin Jia wound up along his arm and finally attached to his fist to form a glittering iron fist.
Dong!
Zheng Feiyue threw the magic knife out with one punch.
Wang Xiaohua grew up, caught the rolled back sword, flashed a strong black in her eyes, and threw the long knife out with her backhand.
Wow.
Zheng Feiyue was also cruel. He didn't want the gold armor. He condensed into two pairs of gold armor and waved wildly at the long knife.
Dong Dong Dong.
The long knife is like a bloodthirsty shark, attacking around Zheng Feiyue.
Zheng Feiyue held up two big gold fists and, like bowling, flew out the magic knife again and again. His posture was very arrogant.
Bang bang.
Wang Xiaohua's temper was very hot. The black fog in her eyes almost came out through her body. She manipulated the magic knife to fiercely cut Zheng Feiyue.
This lasted for a few minutes.
With a long roar from Wang Xiaohua, the sword swept back, circled around him, and the blade crossed his body.
The blood was exposed and absorbed by the long knife.
The magic gas soared again, and more magic gas gushed out. Wang Xiaohua doubled her strength again. She was full of magic flame, and rushed to Zheng Feiyue with a knife.
Zheng Feiyue burst out.
The golden iron fist split and combined, turned into a long stick again, and killed Wang Xiaohua.
The onlookers held their breath.
The battle was dazzling.
Zheng Feiyue's merit magic weapon has various functions, and Wang Xiaohua's sword is not inferior. It seems that there is no upper limit of power.
The so-called struggle for the first person in the world of harmony has unconsciously become a struggle between two peerless divine soldiers.
Who wins and who loses?
The result is unknown, but Wang Xiaohua and Zheng Feiyue are angry.
They stick together again and fight.
"Ha ha ha!"Wang Xiaohua carries the knife on her shoulder and laughs loudly. She looks crazy.The spectators were shocked.Zheng Feiyue is already very powerful. Especially after he got the gold long staff with satisfactory changes, he can attack and defend. He has almost no weakness, but he is still defeated by Wang Xiaohua and the knife in his hand.Is the title of the first person in the world worthy of its name?Countless pairs of eyes stared at the big pit hit by Zheng Feiyue.The man of iron blood camp clenched his fist and cheered for the boss in his heart.Climb out!As if God had heard their prayers, one hand appeared at the edge of the pit, and then whooshed out of the person. It was Zheng Feiyue.Above the sky, Wang Xiaohua's laughter suddenly stopped.Zheng Feiyue shook his dizzy head and secretly said that the magic knife was really powerful. With Wang Xiaohua, a pervert, he couldn't resist its fierce impact.However, this knife also aroused the long lost fighting soul in his body.Rub.The golden long staff flew back to Zheng Feiyue's hand from a distance. The staff body trembled slightly and made a slight low sound. It seemed that it also felt the master's intention and wanted to fight a battle impatiently.Zheng Feiyue grinned, waved his long stick and shouted, "I don't feel at all. Don't you really have no food?"Wang Xiaohua's face was suddenly cold, and the patterns on her body were creeping. People had been electrocuted down."Die!"The blade hit, and a black line crossed the air. It was because the power was so strong that even the space split out abnormally."Kill!"Zheng Feiyue roared wildly, met him with a stick, and hit each other with a knife and stick.Mars flash.At the moment, the advantage of heavy weapons was reflected. The weight of 300000 kg broke out. Wang Xiaohua was not prepared at all and immediately flew out.The fierce strength came, shaking Wang Xiaohua's arm muscles and his face muscles.When Zheng Feiyue gained power, he followed the stick. While Wang Xiaohua's arms were numb, he used the stick as a spear and pushed it up with one end.Bang!Wang Xiaohua's hands were in a state of disengagement, and her abdomen was badly hurt. She sprayed blood on the spot.He swept the with a knife.Zheng Feiyue's body was atomized in an instant. He let the magic knife sweep over, and the magic fog floated over. He condensed his figure behind Wang Xiaohua, and his backhand was hit with another stick.Wang Xiaohua roared and got a stick on his back. His spine was really about to be broken.However, he was also a veteran. With the strength of his back, he rushed forward and crossed a very long arc to escape Zheng Feiyue's range of activities.Zheng Feiyue didn't chase after him. He stood horizontally with a stick and said with a smile, "I'm satisfied with my strength?"Wang Xiaohua half bowed and looked like a zombie with ferocity in her eyes.After several strokes in succession, Zheng Feiyue's body couldn't straighten up at all. The weight of 300000 kg... The excrement was beaten out by another person.The onlookers also looked shocked.Will Zheng Feiyue's stick go against the sky?Even Wang Xiaohua was beaten and had no power to fight back!The representative of the evil god sect looked ugly and said, "the little Lord is too impulsive. The stick weighs 300000 Jin. It's unwise to fight close to each other. You can win only by pulling away."Qian wangsun said with a smile, "Zheng Feiyue is better than a ghost. Will he distance himself?"The voice just fell.The crowd saw Zheng Feiyue continue to carry the stick, a sweep, the long stick swept out, like a mountain pushing horizontally, God blocking and killing God.Wang Xiaohua can only return.Zheng Feiyue chased Wang Xiaohua and waved his stick wildly, which surprised the others.This is really driving people away.Wang Xiaohua was in a hurry. She didn't run at all. A strong evil spirit flashed on her face. She waved across the blade of the treasure knife. The blood flowed and was absorbed by the blade in an instant."You forced me."Wang Xiaohua looked ferocious.Zheng Feiyue was too lazy to deal with this formulaic dialogue and swung a stick in the past.Keng!This staff did not hit Wang Xiaohua, but hit on a layer of solid magic Qi.Zheng Feiyue was slightly absorbed.I saw the sword in Wang Xiaohua's hand. Zhengyuan kept emitting black magic gas and turned into a solid mask to cover it.Zheng Feiyue smashed several more sticks.The magic gas mask fluctuated constantly, but it was extremely tough and showed no sign of breaking.Wang Xiaohua sat cross legged in the hood, holding a knife in both hands, closing her eyes and chanting words. At first glance, she thought it was an evil religious ceremony.A sense of danger was on my mind.Zheng Feiyue retreated quickly. The long golden staff turned into pieces of gold armor and attached to his body.Others also have a feeling of panic.Wang Xiaohua is brewing a powerful move.Buzzing.The sword roared and trembled impatiently in Wang Xiaohua's hand, like a wild horse to run away.Next second.Wang Xiaohua suddenly stared, pointed at Zheng Feiyue and shouted, "go!"Before the voice fell, the treasure knife had disappeared.Zheng Feiyue didn't even have time to blink, and he felt endless cold around his neck.At the critical moment, he tilted his body.When!A knife had appeared at his original neck, but because Zheng Feiyue deviated from his body, he just cut him in the shoulder and burst into sparks.Zheng Feiyue waved his fist.Jin Jia wound up along his arm and finally attached to his fist to form a glittering iron fist.Dong!Zheng Feiyue threw the magic knife out with one punch.Wang Xiaohua grew up, caught the rolled back sword, flashed a strong black in her eyes, and threw the long knife out with her backhand.Wow.Zheng Feiyue was also cruel. He didn't want the gold armor. He condensed into two pairs of gold armor and waved wildly at the long knife.Dong Dong Dong.The long knife is like a bloodthirsty shark, attacking around Zheng Feiyue.Zheng Feiyue held up two big gold fists and, like bowling, flew out the magic knife again and again. His posture was very arrogant.Bang bang.Wang Xiaohua's temper was very hot. The black fog in her eyes almost came out through her body. She manipulated the magic knife to fiercely cut Zheng Feiyue.This lasted for a few minutes.With a long roar from Wang Xiaohua, the sword swept back, circled around him, and the blade crossed his body.The blood was exposed and absorbed by the long knife.The magic gas soared again, and more magic gas gushed out. Wang Xiaohua doubled her strength again. She was full of magic flame, and rushed to Zheng Feiyue with a knife.Zheng Feiyue burst out.The golden iron fist split and combined, turned into a long stick again, and killed Wang Xiaohua.The onlookers held their breath.The battle was dazzling.Zheng Feiyue's merit magic weapon has various functions, and Wang Xiaohua's sword is not inferior. It seems that there is no upper limit of power.The so-called struggle for the first person in the world of harmony has unconsciously become a struggle between two peerless divine soldiers.Who wins and who loses?The result is unknown, but Wang Xiaohua and Zheng Feiyue are angry.They stick together again and fight.
