"It turns out that you have also practiced a new martial art to deal with me?" Ouyang Ming looked at him, the spear in his hand changed again and again, shaking tens of thousands of spear flowers, turning into a streamer that was approaching Wen Qingping in the sky. "Abandon the defense and force the other party to withdraw, Ouyang Ming is really powerful, and he is brave enough!" Li Mengxiao looked at the two people on the stage, secretly exclaiming in his heart. At the same time, he secretly asked himself, if he encountered this kind of attack, how would he dodge!

After pondering for a long time, Li Mengxiao realized that if he used his own temperament, he would definitely defend with the five-color divine light first, and then fight back with swordsmanship. Or use the Red Blood Tianyang Wing to dodge and defeat the opponent with palm skills!" "In terms of courage, I am indeed inferior to him Ouyang Ming, I hope there will be a chance to fight him in the future, otherwise I will really regret it!"

Li Mengxiao was thinking about it, but saw Wen Qingping waving the folding fan again, and two huge wind dragons flew out directly from the folding fan and flew towards Ouyang Ming together. "Fan Dance Wind Dragon, you have even practiced the first move of the three kamikaze fans!" Wen Qingping smiled slightly, "What do you think, in order to deal with you." I've been learning new martial arts since I was on the Black Blood Battlefield. Half a month ago, I tried my best to practice this trick! Today, I will use you to test the move. ”

After speaking, Wen Qingping controlled the wind dragon and slammed towards Ouyang Ming. Ouyang Ming looked at the two wind dragons in front of him, although there was no change on his face, but his heart was extremely nervous! No one knew the power of this set of martial arts better than him, quasi-heaven-level martial arts were rare high-grade goods in the middle domain!

"Hmph, don't think that you can beat me if you practice the fan dance wind dragon. You're taking my shot. Although Ouyang Ming was nervous, he was still unforgiving, and a black gas faintly emanated from the spear in his hand. "Liaoyuan Marksmanship, Black Flame Burning Sun" The iron gun in Ouyang Ming's hand burst out with a stream of black flames, and the black flames turned into a cloud of black sun, which smashed directly into the two wind dragons. "Hmph, do you think you can win the battle in this way? Impossible! Fan the wind dragon, the dragon fights the wilderness!"

The two wind dragons roared, one of them crashed directly into the black sun, and the other avoided the black sun and flew straight towards Ouyang Ming. "Good calculation, Wen Qingping, you are taking my shot!" Ouyang Ming's whole body was suddenly surrounded by a black qi, and Dao Dao Black Flame climbed directly onto his body. In an instant, Ouyang Ming was enveloped in flames and turned into a black flame man!"Flame Demon Body, Old Ghost Chen, you actually passed this trick to him!"

On the rostrum, an old woman in colorful clothes said to the purple-clothed old man beside her, "Even the caretaker itself has been passed on to him, and you still really love your apprentice." The old man in purple squinted his eyes and looked at the old woman in colored clothes, "That's not as good as you, but you have passed on all the skills of your Wen family to him, why aren't you afraid of your Wen family's blame!" The old woman in colorful clothes turned pale and then became very gloomy, "The skills that are not passed on, the Wen family has been destroyed for almost five hundred years, how can there be so many rules! If they are not passed on, these things will be completely lost!" At this moment, the old woman in colorful clothes suddenly saw the old man in Tsing Yi on the side suddenly staring at something, and couldn't help asking, " Brother Liu, what are you looking at!"

The old man in Tsing Yi stared intently at the ring in front of him, and only after half a sound did he speak, "I didn't see anything, but this competition is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! It can lead to a master who doesn't know the origin!" "A master who doesn't know the origin?" The old man in purple, the old man in black robe, and the old woman in colorful clothes listened to his words, turned to look in the direction of Li Mengxiao, and looked curiously!

It didn't take long for the old woman in Caiyi to gasp, "Condensing the array plate, comprehending the nine mysteries, as well as the artistic conception of the two Great Perfections, and a sharp sword intent." What is the origin of this kid!It seems that he is not a disciple of our Shengyin Academy!" The old man in Tsing Yi took the old woman's words, "It's really not, the registration form says that it's a loose cultivation!" And this kid also comprehended the wind chill sword intent that I left behind in the golden wind flower, but now it seems that he doesn't seem to have comprehended all the wind chill sword intent!"

After hearing this, the black-robed old man couldn't help but ask, "Qingfeng, then your disciple doesn't seem to be able to win, right! This kid's strength doesn't seem to be much weaker than Sanjun's!" The old man in green clothes, also known as Jian Qingfeng, squinted at the old man in black robe, "I naturally know this, do I still need you to remind you? Your good apprentice seems to be about to lose!" When the old man in black robe heard this, he immediately looked at the arena, only to see that Ouyang Mingzheng and Wen Qingping, who had incarnated as fire people, were in a bitter struggle and fell behind!" Good boy, I didn't expect Wen Qingping to be able to suppress Ming'er, it seems that this kid has really worked hard for the county lord of Yongning!" The black-robed old man stroked his long beard and praised him sincerely.

"It's okay to fight for so long!" Ouyang Ming said secretly in his heart, taking the opportunity to sell a flaw and being knocked out of the ring by the wind dragon! Under the ring, Li Mengxiao frowned slightly, "How did you lose so quickly, it seems that this Ouyang Ming didn't go all out, otherwise Wen Qingping wouldn't have won so easily even if he could win!" Li Mengxiao thought secretly, Wen Qingping jumped out of the ring and walked to Li Mengxiao's side, "Brother Xiao, your body has recovered!" Li Mengxiao nodded, "It's about fifty percent recovered, but it's enough to deal with Xiang Huarong." But after this competition, I'm afraid I won't have the strength to comprehend Brother Wen's tricks!"

As soon as Li Mengxiao finished speaking, he heard Fubu Fu Lang say loudly, "In the second competition, Xiang Huarong vs. Xiao Mengli." Please come to the stage to compete. Li Mengxiao struggled to get up from his seat when he heard this, "Let me learn today, the three kings' tricks!" After speaking, Li Mengxiao flew directly to the ring, pulled out his saber and stared at Xiang Huarong who had just come up.

Xiang Huarong looked at Xiao Mengli, and the corners of his mouth instantly grinned, "Xiao Gongzi, I didn't expect my opponent in this round to be you." Li Mengxiao looked at Xiang Huarong's appearance, and also smiled slightly, "What, does the Three Days King feel that he is sure to win?" Xiang Huarong looked at Li Mengxiao's appearance, and his face instantly turned cold, "Of course, if you are at your peak, I will still be nervous, but judging from your current weak appearance, it is impossible for you to win against me!" Li Mengxiao did not answer, and directly pulled out the Flowing Wind Cirrus Sword, and a colorful aura instantly wrapped around the sword.

"Xiao Gongzi, you really don't give up. Okay, I'll let you try the power of my life-killing pen king!" Xiang Huarong suddenly had a weapon similar to a judge's pen in his hand. I saw Xiang Huarong pour his aura into the pen, and the tip of the pen was filled with ink-colored ink in an instant! At this moment, Xiang Huarong waved his pen and wrote a big word in the air, 'war'. In an instant, the battle words written by Xiang Huarong seemed to be psychic, and they were transformed into three ink-colored soldiers, each holding a sword and other weapons in their hands, flying directly towards Li Mengxiao and slashing around!

"So he used ink to evolve a soldier puppet to fight the enemy? Li Mengxiao said to himself secretly, the long sword in his hand flashed with a trace of golden light, and quickly slashed through the three ink-colored warriors, and the three ink-colored warriors instantly shattered and fell to the ground. "You ink soldier is nothing more than that, I just used a set of yellow-level swordsmanship, and I broke it clean!" Although he said so, Li Mengxiao has always been vigilant about the changes around him.

Xiang Huarong listened to Li Mengxiao's words, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, a trace of essence flashed! In an instant, eight more ink soldiers came out of the ground, and they rushed towards Li Mengxiao to kill together! "Regeneration power, these ink soldiers can actually regenerate like rain beasts! It seems that they must be wiped out at the same time! Or, directly knock Xiang Huarong out of the ring!" After Li Mengxiao finished speaking, he quickly flashed out of the encirclement of the ink soldiers with his dragon walking style, and stabbed Xiang Huarong directly with his sword. When Xiang Huarong saw Li Mengxiao flashing the ink soldiers and coming straight to him, there was no trace of panic on his face!

"Do you think you can beat me this way?" Xiang Huarong said, and with a flick of his pen, a cloud of ink flew out and directly surrounded him. Then he quickly wrote two big characters, 'force' and 'wing'. The two big characters were the same as the previous battle words, and they exploded one after another. The word force was transformed into six giant soldiers more than one zhang tall, and the word wing was transformed into eight soldiers with wings on their backs. "Recruit soldiers have been summoned again, it seems that Xiang Huarong is really difficult to deal with!"

Li Mengxiao used his swordsmanship to resist the attacks of the ink soldiers, while looking for a way to deal with the ink soldiers. "Xiao Gongzi, do you want to find a way to deal with the ink soldiers? Hehe, it's impossible! You're looking at my army!" After Xiang Huarong finished speaking, the brush in his hand waved again, outlining five strange beasts, and rushed towards Li Mengxiao. The speed of the five strange beasts was extremely fast, and almost after one or two breaths, they came to Li Mengxiao's side. Li Mengxiao, who was defending against the ink soldiers, noticed the traces of the strange beast, and immediately said that it was not good. In a hurry, Li Mengxiao quickly used the wind swimming method he had practiced, soared into the air, and dodged the five strange beasts.

"It seems that there is only that one sword, since this is the case, let the Lei Yan sword come out of the sheath again!" After Li Mengxiao finished speaking, he took out the Lei Yan Sword from the spirit ring, and at the same time used the spiritual energy in his body to perform his own original sword technique 'Thunder Fire Fengyun', but because his body was weak, Li Mengxiao did not condense too many Lei Yan regiments, only condensed three, and smashed directly towards the ink soldiers and Xiang Huarong in the ring.

"Boom" three groups of thunder flames fell directly into the ring, causing a violent explosion. A group of ink soldiers were scattered in an instant, and Xiang Huarong was protected by a dark black ink cover, so he was spared! After casting this sword, Li Mengxiao slowly fell, looked at Xiang Huarong and said sarcastically, "How does Xiang Tianwang feel, but you have to admit defeat immediately!" Xiang Huarong's face instantly became a little ugly, "Xiao Mengli, do you think you will be able to win against me in this way? Tell you that it is impossible!" After speaking, Xiang Huarong waved the brush in his hand and directly wrote a 'giant' character.

This time, the giant character directly turned into a giant ink-colored giant with a height of three feet and six feet, standing firmly in front of Xiang Huarong. "Xiao Mengli, I want you to fail miserably!" Xiang Huarong said as he wrote this quickly. After a while, the two big characters 'gun' and 'armor' also flew out of his pen and fell on the giant's body. In the blink of an eye, an ink-colored spear and a pair of black iron armor instantly appeared on the ink-colored giant's body. "I'll let you see my strongest move, Spirit Ink Divine Soldier!" Xiang Huarong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, as if the victory in this round had been won by himself!" "Do you think Li has won?" Li Mengxiao poured a basin of cold water on him, "You have an ink-colored giant, and I also have my own methods." I'll let you understand my strongest attack, the Lion King Change!"