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The night was like ink, and the bright fire could not eliminate the anxiety of the people.
Nangong looked at Zheng Feiyue under the stage, and another doubt came to his mind: Why did the boy choose to duel at night? Is the night good for him?
Next to her, old seven looked up at the moonlight in the sky and praised in his heart: shopkeeper Zheng is really a considerate person.
On the viewing platform of the evil god sect, the left and right Dharma protectors took a group of disciples and waited for the battle to begin. As for the other eight monks, it was natural to control the whole back mountain.
"Second master Guan" touched his beard and suddenly asked, "black dragon, do you think the little Lord can win?"
The man who is called the black dragon is the man in black robe. As the right Dharma protector of the evil god sect, his popularity is far lower than that of the "second master Guan", because he rarely shows up, even his own people rarely see it.
At the moment, hearing his companion's inquiry, the Black Dragon said faintly, "winning or losing is not important."
"Guan Erye" frowned.
This is the fateful battle of the young patriarch, which is related to his future practice and even the future of the evil god sect. What is winning or losing?
Black dragon is still the light tone: "after tonight, Zheng Feiyue will become history. This is the order of evil gods. I don't care about the rest."
"Second Lord Guan" heard an obvious indifference from it. He looked cold and said, "black dragon, you followed the evil god ten thousand years ago. It's reasonable that I shouldn't say more, but the evil god will fly to the fairy world sooner or later. The stall of the evil god sect will still fall on the young patriarch. You'd better use snacks."
The black dragon looked at his companion. His skin color was very white, especially his face, even a little pale. If he stared at it for a long time, it would make people feel fluffy.
"What are you looking at?" the second master was unhappy.
The black dragon shook his head, turned to the challenge arena and said faintly, "I don't care less about the little patriarch than you, but you can't see it."
The second master is even worse.
arena.
The flaming fire light shone on Wang Xiaohua's face, reflecting an excited and distorted face. He carried the so-called magic knife in his hand, killing people like a slaughterhouse about to start work.
On the other side, Zheng Feiyue looked as usual. The long golden staff had turned into armor and was firmly attached to his body. There was no color of anxiety and fear on his face.
Wang Xiaohua smiled grimly, slowly raised her magic knife and aimed it at Zheng Feiyue. Her voice was bitter and cruel: "don't worry, I won't kill you at once. I want to play with you slowly and give you back a little of my grievances over the years."
"Really?"
Zheng Feiyue shrugged noncommittally. There was a golden light in place. People disappeared in place and appeared again. They had come to the top of Wang Xiaohua's head. Two huge fists with golden fists smashed down.
"Ha ha ha!"
Wang Xiaohua laughed wildly and swept out two heroic strokes of "I laugh from the horizontal knife to the sky" and "you are as strong as you are, but not as strong as me anyway".
Blood red light flashed.
Bang.
Zheng Feiyue was swept out by this random knife. The golden fist was dissolved into golden fragments in the tremor. It looked a little beautiful around Zheng Feiyue.
There was a cry of surprise on the viewing platform.
Mingqi and old man sun stared at the duel platform with a dignified look. The former shook his head and said, "the gap is too big. Prepare to rescue, and protect your good brother anyway."
Old man sun nodded.
Behind them, the elite disciples they brought were all tight faced and bulging muscles, ready to enter Tianyan armour at any time, and then raid to save people.
The magic weapon sect's reaction also infected others.
There was a riot on the viewing platform. When it spread to the five ghost gate and the flying corpse cult, both teams smiled. I wish Wang Xiaohua would split Zheng Feiyue in half now.
On the challenge arena.
Wang Xiaohua succeeded in one move. Instead of taking advantage of the situation to pursue, she waited for Zheng Feiyue to take a breath. She said with a strange smile, "despair? You can give full play to what you have learned. I want you to experience real despair."
"There's so much nonsense."
Zheng Feiyue tilted his mouth and turned his mind. The golden fragments rotating around him quickly gathered together as if they were bonded by 502, and also made a "Keng Keng" sound.
In the blink of an eye, the long golden staff appeared in his hand.
Zheng Feiyue took a deep breath and his momentum continued to rise. This is mobilizing all his energy and spirit to prepare for his strongest blow.
"Shezi Jue? Ha ha, I really want to see it."
Wang Xiaohua emits abnormal laughter.
Before the words fell, the long stick had swept into the sky, and 300000 kg of metal cut through the sky, carrying all Zheng Feiyue's essence and spirit, like a meteorite.
"How strong!"
"I seem to see black marks in the space. Even the great friar can't do it easily?"
"Well, I heard that this stick weighs 300000 Jin. It's not surprising to have this vision with Wang Buyi's unique skill."
"In other words, manager Zheng has the power of a war?"
"Let's see."
In the crowd's discussion, Zheng Feiyue used his strongest attack means. Wang Xiaohua still didn't force him, but stood there steadily and shouted: "goddess field!"
Buzzing.
The air trembled, and the image of the goddess appeared again behind Wang Xiaohua. The divine line was shining and supported an illusory light curtain, which was still pink and coquettish.
The long stick hit the pink light screen.
It was like hitting the earth with a rubber stick. The earth was undamaged. Instead, the "rubber stick" bounced back, the anti earthquake force surged back, and Zheng Feiyue retreated again and again.
"Ha ha ha!"
Wang Xiaohua laughed again. This feeling of cat playing with mice made him feel comfortable: "Zheng, you also have today. I think you should rarely experience this feeling of powerlessness?"
Zheng Feiyue rubbed his sour wrist. The difference between the secret way and the return empty was really obvious. He was only one step away from the way, but it was very different.
"Brother Xiaohua, I think there is some misunderstanding between us." Zheng Feiyue said positively.
Wang Xiaohua was stunned, then showed a look of ecstasy: "are you begging for mercy? Zheng Feiyue, are you begging for mercy? Hahaha, everyone listen, Zheng Feiyue is begging for mercy!"
On the viewing platform, everyone looked complex.
Everyone knows Wang Xiaohua's madness, but Zheng Feiyue's strength is no stranger. Now Zheng Fei uses his unique skill, but he can't hurt Wang Xiaohua. It seems that Zheng Feiyue has lost this fateful battle after all.
Nangong's face was ugly.
Old seven looked at her in a flat tone and sounded like an outsider: "Nangong Valley master, Zheng Feiyue's situation is not very good. Xinmo Valley doesn't plan to do anything?"
"Do... Do what?"
Nangong smiled reluctantly. With her and the two elders she brought, how can she resist the ten experts of the evil god sect?
Behind her, Mingqi cheered up and said, "don't be afraid, the magic weapon sect will fight with Xinmo Valley!"
Nangong could feel the hot eyes behind him. He was silent for a long time and said fiercely: "shut up! The magic weapon sect wants to die. Don't drag it to the heart magic Valley!"
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The night was like ink, and the bright fire could not eliminate the anxiety of the people.
Nangong looked at Zheng Feiyue under the stage, and another doubt came to his mind: Why did the boy choose to duel at night? Is the night good for him?
Next to her, old seven looked up at the moonlight in the sky and praised in his heart: shopkeeper Zheng is really a considerate person.
On the viewing platform of the evil god sect, the left and right Dharma protectors took a group of disciples and waited for the battle to begin. As for the other eight monks, it was natural to control the whole back mountain.
"Second master Guan" touched his beard and suddenly asked, "black dragon, do you think the little Lord can win?"
The man who is called the black dragon is the man in black robe. As the right Dharma protector of the evil god sect, his popularity is far lower than that of the "second master Guan", because he rarely shows up, even his own people rarely see it.
At the moment, hearing his companion's inquiry, the Black Dragon said faintly, "winning or losing is not important."
"Guan Erye" frowned.
This is the fateful battle of the young patriarch, which is related to his future practice and even the future of the evil god sect. What is winning or losing?
Black dragon is still the light tone: "after tonight, Zheng Feiyue will become history. This is the order of evil gods. I don't care about the rest."
"Second Lord Guan" heard an obvious indifference from it. He looked cold and said, "black dragon, you followed the evil god ten thousand years ago. It's reasonable that I shouldn't say more, but the evil god will fly to the fairy world sooner or later. The stall of the evil god sect will still fall on the young patriarch. You'd better use snacks."
The black dragon looked at his companion. His skin color was very white, especially his face, even a little pale. If he stared at it for a long time, it would make people feel fluffy.
"What are you looking at?" the second master was unhappy.
The black dragon shook his head, turned to the challenge arena and said faintly, "I don't care less about the little patriarch than you, but you can't see it."
The second master is even worse.
arena.
The flaming fire light shone on Wang Xiaohua's face, reflecting an excited and distorted face. He carried the so-called magic knife in his hand, killing people like a slaughterhouse about to start work.
On the other side, Zheng Feiyue looked as usual. The long golden staff had turned into armor and was firmly attached to his body. There was no color of anxiety and fear on his face.
Wang Xiaohua smiled grimly, slowly raised her magic knife and aimed it at Zheng Feiyue. Her voice was bitter and cruel: "don't worry, I won't kill you at once. I want to play with you slowly and give you back a little of my grievances over the years."
"Really?"
Zheng Feiyue shrugged noncommittally. There was a golden light in place. People disappeared in place and appeared again. They had come to the top of Wang Xiaohua's head. Two huge fists with golden fists smashed down.
"Ha ha ha!"
Wang Xiaohua laughed wildly and swept out two heroic strokes of "I laugh from the horizontal knife to the sky" and "you are as strong as you are, but not as strong as me anyway".
Blood red light flashed.
Bang.
Zheng Feiyue was swept out by this random knife. The golden fist was dissolved into golden fragments in the tremor. It looked a little beautiful around Zheng Feiyue.
There was a cry of surprise on the viewing platform.
Mingqi and old man sun stared at the duel platform with a dignified look. The former shook his head and said, "the gap is too big. Prepare to rescue, and protect your good brother anyway."
Old man sun nodded.
Behind them, the elite disciples they brought were all tight faced and bulging muscles, ready to enter Tianyan armour at any time, and then raid to save people.
The magic weapon sect's reaction also infected others.
There was a riot on the viewing platform. When it spread to the five ghost gate and the flying corpse cult, both teams smiled. I wish Wang Xiaohua would split Zheng Feiyue in half now.
On the challenge arena.
Wang Xiaohua succeeded in one move. Instead of taking advantage of the situation to pursue, she waited for Zheng Feiyue to take a breath. She said with a strange smile, "despair? You can give full play to what you have learned. I want you to experience real despair."
"There's so much nonsense."
Zheng Feiyue tilted his mouth and turned his mind. The golden fragments rotating around him quickly gathered together as if they were bonded by 502, and also made a "Keng Keng" sound.
In the blink of an eye, the long golden staff appeared in his hand.
Zheng Feiyue took a deep breath and his momentum continued to rise. This is mobilizing all his energy and spirit to prepare for his strongest blow.
"Shezi Jue? Ha ha, I really want to see it."
Wang Xiaohua emits abnormal laughter.
Before the words fell, the long stick had swept into the sky, and 300000 kg of metal cut through the sky, carrying all Zheng Feiyue's essence and spirit, like a meteorite.
"How strong!"
"I seem to see black marks in the space. Even the great friar can't do it easily?"
"Well, I heard that this stick weighs 300000 Jin. It's not surprising to have this vision with Wang Buyi's unique skill."
"In other words, manager Zheng has the power of a war?"
"Let's see."
In the crowd's discussion, Zheng Feiyue used his strongest attack means. Wang Xiaohua still didn't force him, but stood there steadily and shouted: "goddess field!"
Buzzing.
The air trembled, and the image of the goddess appeared again behind Wang Xiaohua. The divine line was shining and supported an illusory light curtain, which was still pink and coquettish.
The long stick hit the pink light screen.
It was like hitting the earth with a rubber stick. The earth was undamaged. Instead, the "rubber stick" bounced back, the anti earthquake force surged back, and Zheng Feiyue retreated again and again.
"Ha ha ha!"
Wang Xiaohua laughed again. This feeling of cat playing with mice made him feel comfortable: "Zheng, you also have today. I think you should rarely experience this feeling of powerlessness?"
Zheng Feiyue rubbed his sour wrist. The difference between the secret way and the return empty was really obvious. He was only one step away from the way, but it was very different.
"Brother Xiaohua, I think there is some misunderstanding between us." Zheng Feiyue said positively.
Wang Xiaohua was stunned, then showed a look of ecstasy: "are you begging for mercy? Zheng Feiyue, are you begging for mercy? Hahaha, everyone listen, Zheng Feiyue is begging for mercy!"
On the viewing platform, everyone looked complex.
Everyone knows Wang Xiaohua's madness, but Zheng Feiyue's strength is no stranger. Now Zheng Fei uses his unique skill, but he can't hurt Wang Xiaohua. It seems that Zheng Feiyue has lost this fateful battle after all.
Nangong's face was ugly.
Old seven looked at her in a flat tone and sounded like an outsider: "Nangong Valley master, Zheng Feiyue's situation is not very good. Xinmo Valley doesn't plan to do anything?"
"Do... Do what?"
Nangong smiled reluctantly. With her and the two elders she brought, how can she resist the ten experts of the evil god sect?
Behind her, Mingqi cheered up and said, "don't be afraid, the magic weapon sect will fight with Xinmo Valley!"
Nangong could feel the hot eyes behind him. He was silent for a long time and said fiercely: "shut up! The magic weapon sect wants to die. Don't drag it to the heart magic Valley!"
The night was like ink, and the bright fire could not eliminate the anxiety of the people.Nangong looked at Zheng Feiyue under the stage, and another doubt came to his mind: Why did the boy choose to duel at night? Is the night good for him?Next to her, old seven looked up at the moonlight in the sky and praised in his heart: shopkeeper Zheng is really a considerate person.On the viewing platform of the evil god sect, the left and right Dharma protectors took a group of disciples and waited for the battle to begin. As for the other eight monks, it was natural to control the whole back mountain."Second master Guan" touched his beard and suddenly asked, "black dragon, do you think the little Lord can win?"The man who is called the black dragon is the man in black robe. As the right Dharma protector of the evil god sect, his popularity is far lower than that of the "second master Guan", because he rarely shows up, even his own people rarely see it.At the moment, hearing his companion's inquiry, the Black Dragon said faintly, "winning or losing is not important.""Guan Erye" frowned.This is the fateful battle of the young patriarch, which is related to his future practice and even the future of the evil god sect. What is winning or losing?Black dragon is still the light tone: "after tonight, Zheng Feiyue will become history. This is the order of evil gods. I don't care about the rest.""Second Lord Guan" heard an obvious indifference from it. He looked cold and said, "black dragon, you followed the evil god ten thousand years ago. It's reasonable that I shouldn't say more, but the evil god will fly to the fairy world sooner or later. The stall of the evil god sect will still fall on the young patriarch. You'd better use snacks."The black dragon looked at his companion. His skin color was very white, especially his face, even a little pale. If he stared at it for a long time, it would make people feel fluffy."What are you looking at?" the second master was unhappy.The black dragon shook his head, turned to the challenge arena and said faintly, "I don't care less about the little patriarch than you, but you can't see it."The second master is even worse.arena.The flaming fire light shone on Wang Xiaohua's face, reflecting an excited and distorted face. He carried the so-called magic knife in his hand, killing people like a slaughterhouse about to start work.On the other side, Zheng Feiyue looked as usual. The long golden staff had turned into armor and was firmly attached to his body. There was no color of anxiety and fear on his face.Wang Xiaohua smiled grimly, slowly raised her magic knife and aimed it at Zheng Feiyue. Her voice was bitter and cruel: "don't worry, I won't kill you at once. I want to play with you slowly and give you back a little of my grievances over the years.""Really?"Zheng Feiyue shrugged noncommittally. There was a golden light in place. People disappeared in place and appeared again. They had come to the top of Wang Xiaohua's head. Two huge fists with golden fists smashed down."Ha ha ha!"Wang Xiaohua laughed wildly and swept out two heroic strokes of "I laugh from the horizontal knife to the sky" and "you are as strong as you are, but not as strong as me anyway".Blood red light flashed.Bang.Zheng Feiyue was swept out by this random knife. The golden fist was dissolved into golden fragments in the tremor. It looked a little beautiful around Zheng Feiyue.There was a cry of surprise on the viewing platform.Mingqi and old man sun stared at the duel platform with a dignified look. The former shook his head and said, "the gap is too big. Prepare to rescue, and protect your good brother anyway."Old man sun nodded.Behind them, the elite disciples they brought were all tight faced and bulging muscles, ready to enter Tianyan armour at any time, and then raid to save people.The magic weapon sect's reaction also infected others.There was a riot on the viewing platform. When it spread to the five ghost gate and the flying corpse cult, both teams smiled. I wish Wang Xiaohua would split Zheng Feiyue in half now.On the challenge arena.Wang Xiaohua succeeded in one move. Instead of taking advantage of the situation to pursue, she waited for Zheng Feiyue to take a breath. She said with a strange smile, "despair? You can give full play to what you have learned. I want you to experience real despair.""There's so much nonsense."Zheng Feiyue tilted his mouth and turned his mind. The golden fragments rotating around him quickly gathered together as if they were bonded by 502, and also made a "Keng Keng" sound.In the blink of an eye, the long golden staff appeared in his hand.Zheng Feiyue took a deep breath and his momentum continued to rise. This is mobilizing all his energy and spirit to prepare for his strongest blow."Shezi Jue? Ha ha, I really want to see it."Wang Xiaohua emits abnormal laughter.Before the words fell, the long stick had swept into the sky, and 300000 kg of metal cut through the sky, carrying all Zheng Feiyue's essence and spirit, like a meteorite."How strong!""I seem to see black marks in the space. Even the great friar can't do it easily?""Well, I heard that this stick weighs 300000 Jin. It's not surprising to have this vision with Wang Buyi's unique skill.""In other words, manager Zheng has the power of a war?""Let's see."In the crowd's discussion, Zheng Feiyue used his strongest attack means. Wang Xiaohua still didn't force him, but stood there steadily and shouted: "goddess field!"Buzzing.The air trembled, and the image of the goddess appeared again behind Wang Xiaohua. The divine line was shining and supported an illusory light curtain, which was still pink and coquettish.The long stick hit the pink light screen.It was like hitting the earth with a rubber stick. The earth was undamaged. Instead, the "rubber stick" bounced back, the anti earthquake force surged back, and Zheng Feiyue retreated again and again."Ha ha ha!"Wang Xiaohua laughed again. This feeling of cat playing with mice made him feel comfortable: "Zheng, you also have today. I think you should rarely experience this feeling of powerlessness?"Zheng Feiyue rubbed his sour wrist. The difference between the secret way and the return empty was really obvious. He was only one step away from the way, but it was very different."Brother Xiaohua, I think there is some misunderstanding between us." Zheng Feiyue said positively.Wang Xiaohua was stunned, then showed a look of ecstasy: "are you begging for mercy? Zheng Feiyue, are you begging for mercy? Hahaha, everyone listen, Zheng Feiyue is begging for mercy!"On the viewing platform, everyone looked complex.Everyone knows Wang Xiaohua's madness, but Zheng Feiyue's strength is no stranger. Now Zheng Fei uses his unique skill, but he can't hurt Wang Xiaohua. It seems that Zheng Feiyue has lost this fateful battle after all.Nangong's face was ugly.Old seven looked at her in a flat tone and sounded like an outsider: "Nangong Valley master, Zheng Feiyue's situation is not very good. Xinmo Valley doesn't plan to do anything?""Do... Do what?"Nangong smiled reluctantly. With her and the two elders she brought, how can she resist the ten experts of the evil god sect?Behind her, Mingqi cheered up and said, "don't be afraid, the magic weapon sect will fight with Xinmo Valley!"Nangong could feel the hot eyes behind him. He was silent for a long time and said fiercely: "shut up! The magic weapon sect wants to die. Don't drag it to the heart magic Valley!"
