The "Feng Xiaoliu" in front of him, not only did he do it, but he also showed signs of suppressing himself again, which was really beyond the expectations of the white order.

And the "Feng Xiaoliu" in front of him is secretly happy in his heart, compared to strength, it is indeed difficult for him to solve the young man in front of him now, but compared to this kind of mysterious and mysterious momentum battle, Bai Jiejie really has to call him ancestor.

Finally, the referee closest to the two couldn't bear it, and a mouthful of hard work was squirted out, and his face was extremely pale.

This vomiting of blood was like a signal, Bai Jie's immediately gave up the battle in momentum, and the whole person turned into an ethereal shadow, sweeping towards "Feng Xiaoliu".

Although "Feng Xiaoliu" was proud in his heart, he did not dare to be careless in the face of Bai Jie's strong move.

With a "", "Feng Xiaoliu" suddenly moved half a step to the left, and at the same time stretched out his right hand in front of him and pushed towards the black shadow turned by the white steps, his face full of solemnity.

The dragon-like spiritual power storm beside him roared even more as the black shadow of the white rank swept away, and the speed was even faster than the latter.

In everyone's eyes, the black image that was about to touch "Feng Xiaoliu" suddenly disappeared from the spot as if it flashed, and the next moment, Bai Jie's eyes appeared on the far left ring with slight narrowing, and the sleeve on his right hand had completely disappeared.

The dragon that had turned into a storm of spiritual power raised its body high, and in its belly, which was visible to the naked eye, the torn sleeve kept tumbling.

Its head was tilted, and its two faintly condensed dragon's eyes kept turning, as if it was looking at where the white steps would be more delicious.

And the "Feng Xiaoliu" on the side smiled lightly, and his mouth opened lightly again: "Go." ”

As the words fell, the dragon's head suddenly raised, as if it was roaring in the sky, and the surrounding area once again set off extremely violent spiritual power fluctuations, frantically pouring towards the dragon's mouth.

In less than a second, its body suddenly turned all black, and the prototype also showed a rough appearance, a deer antler hump head, rabbit eyes and snake neck, but perhaps it was the reason for the influence of "Feng Xiaoliu" cultivation, but below the dragon's neck was only a spiritual power like smoke and ink, and there was no specific appearance.

It let out a silent roar as if it knew, but in everyone's ears, it was as if it had heard a roar that didn't actually exist.

Extremely dissatisfied.

The next moment, it suddenly rushed upward, and the spiritual power fluctuations in front of the dragon's mouth slowly disappeared, replaced by a round and black spiritual power ball, and there was still a little spiritual power floating like smoke on the edge.

Almost at the same time, the White Order also acted.

He didn't care about the dragon jumping high anymore, but shifted his gaze to "Feng Xiaoliu".

His initiative just now seemed to be seized by "Feng Xiaoliu" in turn, and he even felt that he would be seriously injured by the latter if he was not careful, but in fact, Bai Jie's did not make a move at all.

He just wanted to try what was strange about the current "Feng Xiaoliu", and the tearing of the sleeves was also deliberately put on this "dragon" by Bai Jie.

Feeling Bai Jie's gaze, "Feng Xiaoliu" also began to calm down and wait for the battle, he also understood that the upper hand just now actually did not mean anything.

But he already had a better understanding of Bai Order's strength, and now seeing Bai Order's eyes, "Feng Xiaoliu" did not hesitate at all, and the spiritual power flowing around his own meridians was mobilized by him with all his might.

"Qing, Ying, Yu, Qiu, Canti,

Jiao, Jiao!" bursts of light drinks erupted from the mouth of "Feng Xiaoliu", and every time he said a word, "Feng Xiaoliu's" face turned white, "Fire, Pan, Cloud, Wang, Xing, Fish, Mirage!"

And with his voice spitting lightly, the fourteen spiritual power storms roared forward and backward at different angles towards the white steps, and at the same time, the dragon that had risen into the air seemed to sense something, and its body kept vibrating, and when all the fourteen words were spewed out, its eyes were full of red light, and its body pressed forward, and the ink beads in front of the dragon's mouth rotated wildly, forming a violent air flow in front of the dragon's head.

"Roar!"

As if there was a voice, the five-clawed golden dragon in the air roared and burst down, targeting the white order that was attacked by the other fourteen smaller spiritual power storms.

In those incomparably red eyes, everyone saw a very human emotion.

Greedy.

But in the face of this strange scene, Bai Jie, who stretched out his hand without changing his face, put on a fist almost instantly.

And almost at this moment, fourteen groups of spiritual power storms came to the body of the white order, and they had quietly changed their appearance halfway through, which was very similar to the five-clawed golden dragon that was swooping down, but the eyes were blank, and the spiritual power had not condensed into substance, and they could not see the whole picture clearly.

In the face of the first spiritual power storm that was close at hand, Bai Jie's left leg was slightly bent, and his right hand swam in front of him as a palm, and at the same time, his left hand drew a semicircle in front of him.

At this moment, it was as if the sky and the earth had changed, and the lights in the arena seemed to be dimmed.

And Chen Yuan, who was in the stands, had a drastic change in his face, and he knew this technique.

The first type of "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon", "Kanglong has regrets"!

With a soft sound of "pop", the "Qing" that first arrived in front of Bai Jie's body turned into a faint green smoke and disappeared, and the five-clawed golden dragon, which was originally diving with extreme speed, seemed to have seen an extremely terrifying scene, and he could stop his body in mid-air, and the fear in his eyes was very obvious.

However, the rest of the thirteen spiritual power storms obviously did not have such a high level of intelligence, and they still roared towards the white steps with fierce winds and spiritual power fluctuations.

As the rest of the spiritual power storm roared in, Bai Jie's two styles of "Flying Dragon in the Sky" and "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" were steadily played, which were extremely fierce, and the power could be felt just by looking at them from the side.

After the first three spiritual power storms were wiped out by the white level, he frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

Then he didn't look at the spiritual storm under him, but closed his eyes by himself, as if he had given up all resistance.

But looking at Bai Jie's appearance, "Feng Xiaoliu" suddenly felt a heartbeat, almost subconsciously, he immediately took a few steps back, leaned directly on the edge of the ring, and at the same time used the last bit of spiritual power on his body to run the most effective defensive technique in his mind.

The next moment, Chen Yuan closed his eyes and sent out his palms as if they were very slow but extremely fast, and a truly clear dragon roar came from Bai Jie's body.

"Roar!!

The five-clawed golden dragon in mid-air seemed to have heard the most terrifying sound, and recklessly retreated its body, almost instantly reaching the ceiling of the arena.

But it was still late.

Streams of fierce and abnormal spiritual power fluctuated with the clear

The roar spread out in all directions, and it and the eleven spiritual power storms that were forced to stop were submerged in it almost instantly, and the smoke flew away.

And the rest of the spiritual power fluctuations, behind the white order, were blocked by the referee with all his might, but the blood on the corner of the referee's mouth was so dazzling, and at the same time, his feet kept retreating, faster and faster.

Seeing that this was wrong, several people from the "Linjiang Martial Society" immediately ran to the referee's side, and launched their most fierce attacks towards this spiritual power fluctuation, and it took more than ten seconds for the nine people to finally completely disperse this spiritual power fluctuation.

As for Chen Yuan, his face had changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to send out his "lion roar" with all his might, but Ma Tengyun was one step faster than him, and opened the most powerful defensive spiritual energy equipment on his body with lightning speed, and a bright yellow light mask suddenly appeared, spreading out to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, Chen Yuan's mighty spiritual power fluctuations bombarded the narrow and incomparably long light mask, setting off waves of fluctuations, but he couldn't get any closer.

Chen Yuan slowly turned his head to look at Ma Tengyun, and the gratitude in his eyes was self-evident.

The latter, on the other hand, looked at Chen Yuan with a gloomy face.

He didn't care about such a large C-level protective shield, but was thinking about whether Chen Yuan could really fight against such a rebellious white order, and whether his seven people and the weird state of "Feng Xiaoliu" could really achieve the purpose of consuming the white order.

Chen Yuan naturally understood what Ma Tengyun was thinking, and when he saw Bai Jie's use of the "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending", which could be called the strongest fist and foot ancient martial arts, his whole heart sank completely.

If Bai Jie's ability to use the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending" freely, it would be really difficult for the current Chen Yuan to win against him, and his hope was too slim.

Even if he really used the "Xuanming Divine Palm" that froze the entire Changqi Lake that day, he may not be able to make a final decision, who knows if there are other hole cards in the white order?

If not, then Chen Yuan can still gamble on a wave, betting that the white level will not be complete "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending", even if he will, he does not understand the true meaning.

For this, Chen Yuan really has no confidence.

The first type of "Kanglong has regrets" played by Bai Jiejie just now, Chen Yuan really couldn't see whether Bai Jie's true meaning was comprehended.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan spoke to everyone in a deep voice, but did not show his gloomy mood on his face.

"You must not be reluctant, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, don't worry about my game with the white order, I have my own way. ”

Everyone was silent, and Ma Tengyun squinted his eyes again.

Everyone heard the helplessness in Chen Yuan's words, but for such a white order, no one present was qualified to say that he was a few points above him, but they were still frowning, thinking hard about any possibility.

"Don't worry, the 'Yanhuang Martial Society' won't just disappear like this. ”

Chen Yuan saw everyone's performance in his eyes, his heart warmed slightly, and a sense of pride suddenly appeared in his heart.

With such channel support, why ask for such a false name?

Could it be that the "Yanhuangwu Society" really does not exist if it cannot be established? Aren't they and I the "Yanhuangwu Society"?

Could it be that no matter how strong the white order is, I, Chen Yuan, will bow down and be subordinate?

Could it be that I, Chen Yuan, should really retreat without a fight?

How can it be!