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Ming Xing, the eldest disciple of Qingxuanzong, the juvenile thunder attribute controller, the magic weapon, and the seven-star sword of the inferior treasure.

Qingyu, the eldest princess of the Qingxuan Empire, a powerful woman who is rare in the Qing family, a young wind attribute controller, a magic weapon, and a low-grade treasure weapon Wind Spirit Double Whip.

Both of them are considered to be the same family, and everyone knows the relationship between the Qingxuan royal family and the Qingxuan Sect, and there is nothing to hide. After coming to power, he didn't try anything, Ming Xing directly admitted defeat, and Qingyu won.

Song Li urged Li.

Song Li, the Song family is not serious, very similar to Song Scorpion, but not to mention that this generation is powerful, a juvenile metal manipulator, a magic weapon, a high-grade spiritual weapon red wing bow, equipped with a few red wing arrows, but usually not used, but attacked with condensed arrows.

Li Xuan, the boss of the Li family, bullied Dawn the most, and he was also the person who wanted to go to Xuantian Sect to practice the most after knowing Dawn's change, thunder attribute controllers, magic weapons, thunder hammers, a pair, after hitting each other, they could send out powerful lightning strikes.

Gold and thunder are not touched, there is nothing to restrain each other, so they can only work hard. As soon as Song Li came to the stage, his muscles were swollen and hard, his skin was shining with metal, he squeaked when he clenched his fists, and there was a sound of metal when his hands expanded, and he rushed forward when he pulled his legs.

Everyone knows that Vajra Alchemy is a melee fight, and it hurts to take a hit. Li Xun hurriedly retreated to open the distance, and hit each other with two hammers, and thunder and lightning slashed towards Song Li.

Song Li only felt a burst of numbness all over his body, and then the fighting spirit was even stronger, what the head of the family said was right, the Vajra Alchemy Technique is to have a fighting spirit, and this fighting spirit is to use the body to experience the battle in order to stimulate it well. Song Li smiled and attacked Li Xuan's eyes and punched him over.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Li urged a hammer to meet him, "Bang!" Li urged and shouted: "Damn, it's really metallic, I said how are you not afraid of lightning strikes." ”

"True gold is the refinement of fire, and this thunder is so-so. "Say and fight again.

"Metal is made with a hammer, and I'll shape it for you. Li urged the double hammer to meet Song Li's double fists for more than a dozen rounds, and did not miss a single one.

Song Li struggled, and the re-practice of the Vajra Alchemy Technique was flesh and blood after all, unlike other people's all-metal uses. He only stepped back, and after pulling away for a distance, he took out a bow, a red-winged bow. The two wings are made by collecting the feathers of the innate seventh-level firebird, which can provide high-temperature firepower to refine the arrows shot out of this bow. Song Li continued to condense arrows, opened the bow, and failed to attack at close range. Isn't it okay to attack from afar?

Li Xuan aimed accurately, and smashed the arrows on the ground one by one, seeing that Song Li was shooting endlessly over there, Li Qi dodged and ran, ready to enlarge the move, the sixth order ~ thunder ~ the wrath of the heavenly prince.

As soon as Song Li saw Li Xuan running, he intuitively realized that something was wrong, and shot an arrow in the middle of the thunder hammer with a red winged arrow, and the spell failed to be activated, and then held the bow and smiled at Li Xuan.

When Li Qizheng was activating the spell, he suddenly felt something flying over, and he didn't dodge it, but when he looked at it, it was an arrow, and the thunder hammer couldn't smash it! Looking at Song Li again, he understood, if he could shoot an arrow at that time to stop the spell from activating, then he could make up for another arrow to kill him. I had to say unwillingly: "I admit defeat." ”

Song Scorpion Dale, "Okay." Twilight glared at him and didn't speak.

Long Feng to Bai Zongming.

Long Feng, the prince of the Longwu Empire, the juvenile wood attribute controller, there are not many people with wood attributes, and only the Long family can appear in the form of a family, magic weapons, low-grade treasure weapons Youzhu, and flutes.

Bai Zongming, the eldest prince of the White Emperor Empire, has always had contacts between the four empires, and they all know each other, the juvenile water attribute controller, the magic weapon, the inferior treasure weapon and the dragon resentment, I don't know what it is, a white dragon is wrapped around a scepter, white wood, there is a stone on the top of the staff that cannot see the texture, the white dragon's head is towards the scepter, and the dragon's tail is hovering three ways at the top of the scepter to protect the stone. Bai Zongming's way of holding it turned out to be holding the top of the staff and circling out the middle of the dragon's tail、、、 there was a spirit in the staff, I don't know how the dragon spirit would feel if he knew that he was used like this after sealing himself.

Bai Zongming aimed at the dragon wind, and a cold breath emanated from the root of the staff, slow, evil, resentful, and cold, and slowly surrounded the dragon wind.

Long Feng was very surprised, this cold qi was not condensed by the water element, or it was mixed with other things, I don't know what it was, it wouldn't be a good thing anyway. The bamboo sounds softly, like a melodious turn, and a green bamboo forest spreads out in response to the spread of the flute, which is verdant and bright, vibrant, and resists the cold air.

Bai Zongming's hand was in the air, and ice spikes with the aura of resentment came out of the white dragon's mouth, stabbing the dragon wind through the dark bamboo forest.

Long Feng didn't think so, and the bamboo flute gave birth to a bamboo halo, which became thicker and thicker, and took the ice needle like a real thing. The curtain dispersed, waved the bamboo flute horizontally, and the ice needle shot back at Bai Zongming in reverse.

Bai Zongming sneered, turned his hand to control the dragon's resentment, and the dragon's mouth opened again, and he actually sucked these ice needles into it again.

Long Feng gave chase, and after the ice needle shot back, immediately a row of bamboo thorns followed.

The bamboo thorn can't be sucked in, Bai Zongming turned around, the ghost dragon complained horizontally and in the air, pinched the trick with both hands, the white dragon melted and loosened his body, and flew down from the staff, swept away the bamboo thorn with a tail, and went straight to the dragon wind.

The dragon wind hurriedly played the dark bamboo, concentrating on releasing all the spiritual power to form a long bamboo like jasper, which was slanted into the air to resist the flying white dragon.

But who knew that the white dragon roared, and the jasper bamboo cracked in response, and opened its mouth to rush down, wanting to swallow the dragon wind in its mouth.

Long Feng is the crown prince of the Longwu Empire, how can he be eaten like this, the Xingyue Patriarch led by the Longwu Empire hurriedly came to the stage and threw the magic weapon armillary sphere (astrolabe) to barely block the white dragon, and flew off the stone platform with the dragon wind, "We admit defeat!" was angry, as if he was resentful, looking at the difference between the resentment and the disciples of the Demon Sect, the great prince of a country actually used this magic weapon.

Bai Zongming wins. But who knew that Bai Zongming didn't look at them, and after the dragon grudge was restored, he hurriedly jumped off the stone platform and ran towards the courtyard of the White Emperor Empire.

Xingyue Patriarch relaxed when he saw Bai Zongming running in, and suddenly sat down on the chair, spurting out a mouthful of blood, Long Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Ancestor, how is it?"

"That white dragon has the power of a real dragon, it is very powerful, and the old man should rest for a few days. ”

"Good. Long Feng said and led someone to help Xingyue Ancestor go back to rest.

Yin cold and evil spirit, the power of the true dragon, the eyes of the surroundings are focused on the team of the White Emperor Empire, especially the Oolong Zen Master who leads the team. Oolong Zen Master ignored it and turned around and went back, as soon as the door was closed, everything was empty, and it had nothing to do with him.

There are a large number of people who came to watch the big competition, talking about each other, and the minions of the Demon Sect are even more eager to try, people press treasures, treasures do not press people, it seems that the White Emperor Empire has to bear.

Clear sleep bye, directly into the first eight, fifteen into eight ends. Tomorrow is in comparison.

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