Chapter Seventy-Nine: It's Three Breaths Again
The phantom sound box emits a crisp crystal-like sound, and the crane bone flute emits the sound of a hundred birds. The two of them stood motionless except for the sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes loud, sometimes slight music.
Some people who don't know why think they're fighting. This music is sometimes sad, sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, sometimes indignant, like mountains and flowing water, like a hundred birds and phoenixes, like thousands of troops fighting on the battlefield, and like a happy reunion of a family.
Qiao Yanran shook her head, as if she was intoxicated, and there were many people in the stands who were dream-like, and the expressions on their faces were either sad or angry, happy or sad. As for the third floor, these Tianjiao is forehead is sweating, and there are even more green tendons, staring hard at the two people in the ring, Liu Xun touched his nose with a strange face and looked around, if you look closely, there is a trace of red in the depths of his pupils.
After a long time, Liu Xun spit out lightly: "It's over!" Just when Xiao Wangzhi was stunned, only listening to the sound of music stopped abruptly, everyone was shocked, and then looked to the ring, but saw Tian Ji kneeling on one knee, holding his right arm and bleeding nonstop, although Guo Ming was also a little embarrassed, but he was the one who laughed to the end, with a calm demeanor and disdain.
"In the second game, Guo Mingsheng won!"
Xiao Wangzhi glanced at Liu Xun, then slowly stood up and walked away, and then his battlefield was against Zhao Yang. There is a gap between the Zhao family and the Mu family, and Xiao Wangzhi is close to the Mu family, so this scene is very lively, and it is not a big deal to watch the excitement.
If he said before, Zhao Yang would not have taken Xiao Wangzhi in his eyes, but yesterday's battle made him feel vigilant. After all, Zou Chong's cultivation is one point higher than him, but he was also defeated by Xiao Wangzhi, and although he had been tutored overnight, he was not sure that he would be able to win, and at this time, the hands holding the Nine Heavens Wind Thunder Halberd were even tighter.
I saw Xiao Wangzhi holding Qingfeng in front of him, and Xiao Wangzhi's weapon had a name, called Datong. The Datong sword slashed a sword light towards Zhao Yang, Xiao Wangzhi raised his sword to follow, the Datong sword was as urgent as a meteor, but Zhao Yang was not a vegetarian, the Nine Heavens Wind Thunder Halberd was running rapidly, cutting off all of Xiao Wang's killing moves.
As soon as the two got in touch, they had already seen more than ten ways of fighting each other.
"Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion. ”
Xiao Wangzhi's sword trick restarted, only to see the wind raising yellow sand and dust covering the sky, and the surrounding clouds and mist were like climbing to a fairyland.
Zhao Yang snorted coldly and said angrily: "Nine days of wind and thunder, heaven and earth are the only ones who live. "Above the ring, nine tornadoes mixed with the power of thunder and lightning continue to shatter the yellow sand in the sky.
"The good family of the rhino canal jade sword, the young man of the white horse and the golden bond!"
Xiao Wangzhi's voice was flickering, and it was difficult to find a trace, and the long sword sword in his hand was full of sword qi, and he actually defeated all the nine tornadoes. Immediately, another sword stabbed directly at Zhao Yang's middle gate, this sword was so fast and urgent, Zhao Yang felt as if time had stopped, and a breath of death rushed straight to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yangli shouted, his body shook suddenly, and then the wind and thunder halberd went straight to the tip of the sword, and for a while, the wind and thunder were combined, and sparks were splashed.
Xiao Wangzhi sneered: "Ming Xingchi sealed the sword, and the resignation took Loulan overnight." The sword body rotated rapidly, Xiao Wang's sword was united, Zhao Yang saw that he was almost unable to resist, the resentment in his eyes flashed, and Zhao Yang's face began to distort.
"All directions will be destroyed, and all people will be ambushed!"
Behind the phantom illusion, a general appeared, only to see him wearing a three-pronged hair purple and gold crown, his face was like a crown of jade, the eight-character sword eyebrows, the leopard's eyes were ringed angrily, he was wearing a silver unicorn armor, the phoenix skirt covered his knees, the back of the hundred flower robe was fluttering, the nine-day wind and thunder halberd in his palm, and he snorted lightly in his mouth.
A halberd slashed towards Xiao Wangzhi, this slash carried supreme divine might, as if a god was reincarnated, even Xiao Wangzhi, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help but have a solemn expression, but he had no fear. The giant halberd took Xiao Wangzhi's head directly, but Xiao Wangzhi ignored it and swept out with a sword.
"A full house of three thousand drunken guests, a sword frost and fourteen states!"
Xiao Wangzhi's radius of twenty meters fell into the realm of absolute ice, and Zhao Yang, the man behind him, and the heavy halberd on his head were all frozen, unable to move, and had no chance of winning.
"This battle, Xiao Wang's victory!"
"The fourth battle, Qin Kai, Lin Wuya!"
Qin Kai's face was heavy, as if he was facing a great enemy, the colorful six demon fans had already been unfolded, Lin Wuya was as before, white-clothed and snowy, like an immortal, but if he had seen the previous battle, he would find that this person was a devil, a real devil. Although Lin Wuya didn't move, Qin Kai was already sweating on his forehead, and his heart was palpitating.
"Three breaths, fall or die!" Lin Wuya said lightly, his voice without the slightest emotion.
The audience was in an uproar, if someone else said this, they would naturally be ridiculed with scorn, but after Lin Wuya's mouth, everything seemed to be reasonable.
"Three breaths of time, fall or die!"
With undoubted domineering, the audience was dead silent, and the people who ate melons were silent, waiting for a gorgeous performance, everyone believed that he could do it, including Gu Jinkui, who had died, if he believed earlier, he would not be in a different place.
"Three breaths of time, fall or die!"
Qin Kai's hands trembled, but as the son of the Yipin Marquis Mansion, he would not allow him to surrender, and as the proud son of the Yan Kingdom's Yipin Marquis Mansion, his pride would not allow him to retreat, and of course he would not retreat.
"The dignity of a nobleman is sometimes more important than his own life. ”
At this time, he had to push his spiritual power to the peak to face the thunderous blow that came from nowhere.
"One!"
Lin Wuya spat lightly in his mouth, a cold light flashed in Qin Kai's eyes, the colorful six demon fans kept opening and closing, and demon beasts of different colors kept appearing, roaring with anger and bloodlust.
"Two!"
In just an instant, forty-two demon beasts had already appeared in front of Qin Kai, and not only that, but behind him, a colorful Bodhi tree appeared, and the branches and leaves were like arms, and this was also his strongest move.
"Bo asked!"
"Three!"
As soon as the words fell, in just an instant, under the condition that the naked eye could not be recognized, all the birds and beasts had dissipated, Qin Kai's pupils shrank, and only he saw the truth, because in the blink of an eye, Lin Wuya had already used three moves. The first move kills all the demon beasts in seconds, the second move is the Bodhi Dao tree behind the collapse, and the third move is a hard blow from his uncle's thunder.
The light flickered, and everyone looked at it again, only to see Qin open his mouth and spit blood and kneel on one knee. In front of him, a middle-aged man was domineering, and he stretched it out with one hand, blocking Lin Wuya's silver spear. The dust under his feet seemed to be infected by the momentum of these two people, and he hurriedly avoided it.
This middle-aged man is Qin Kai's second uncle, Qin Wanli, a Tianxuan Realm cultivator! Qin Wanli stood proudly with his palm, but if he looked closely, he would find that there was a slight wound in his palm.
"Second uncle!"
Qin Kai had blood at the corner of his mouth, which was obviously the result of the backlash after the trick was broken, although he was unwilling, he was helpless.