Huo Liyi, who was sitting on the sidelines watching the battle, leaned forward and clenched his hands together.

He knew too well about his daughter, he knew what Yan Bing was doing, but he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

Yan Bing's long blue hair was windless, and in the blink of an eye, it turned blood red, and his momentum exploded instantly.

Qingying's eyes froze, Yan Bing's current star soul strength could already threaten him.

The seventh layer of the Wuyuan Realm!

Originally, this kind of move to press the bottom of the box, Yan Bing didn't plan to use it just in a year-end competition, and it would have the killer effect when used in the Chosen Heaven Battle.

But the fluctuation of her mood, as well as the accident against Feng Qingyan, and the burden on her body, made her gather a sense of anger in her heart.

Feng Qingyan took a step back, his eyes vigilant.

Yan Bing was surrounded by a star spirit, and she couldn't get close for the time being, which was probably also Yan Bing's protection when she broke through, avoiding being attacked because she couldn't move.

Yan Bing's crimson eyes reflected Feng Qingyan's vigilant figure.

There seemed to be no mood swings in her eyes, only coldness, and, killing intent.

The next moment, Yan Bing grinned, and his figure slowly faded away.

The students in the audience let out a burst of exclamations, and Qingying raised his eyes to look, his eyes moving slightly.

Yan Bing appeared behind Feng Qingyan at some point, and the Cold Pole Whip was also quietly grabbed in her hand, and at this moment, Yan Bing pinched the Cold Pole Whip and pumped it towards Feng Qingyan's lower back.

Feng Qingyan suddenly turned around with the sight of the audience, and immediately saw Yan Bing's hideous face.

His complexion changed suddenly, and Feng Qingyan raised his hand to raise the gun rung.

Boom!

Yan Bing suddenly raised her leg and kicked on the barrel of the silver Jiao gun, Feng Qingyan was caught off guard, flew out upside down, her toes clicked, and the beautiful butterflies kept appearing, and they actually appeared directly on the soles of Feng Qingyan's feet, making her cultivation grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But that's still not enough.

Before Feng Qingyan could stabilize his body, a cold light was already approaching.

It was the whip head of the Cold Pole Whip, blessed with the ice element of the seventh-layer cultivation of the Wuyuan Realm, how dare Feng Qingyan block it.

Feng Qingyan rolled hard in the air, narrowly avoiding it.

Qingying's eyes were solemn, constantly looking at Yan Bing's current state.

Xingchatian shook his head, "This way of improving strength, alas, is not advisable. ”

Yan Bing is currently improving not only his strength, but also his combat intuition.

Originally, with Feng Qingyan's thoughts, Yan Bing should have used the Cold Pole Whip to resist her Silver Jiao Spear. Not only does she think so, but most of the students think so too.

This is a knee-jerk reaction, unless the cultivation is high enough, there is enough combat experience, or the mind is sufficient, can you temporarily change the combat mode in such a short period of time, and achieve the effect of surprise or changing the fighter.

The change of Yan Bing should not increase the combat experience, then it is only possible to increase the combat intuition.

Feng Qingyan didn't even think about it, turned around and stabbed back.

Yan Bing had already jumped above Feng Qingyan, and the Cold Pole Whip had already been swung and was about to fall.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Yan Bing's figure flickered, and in an instant, he avoided the tip of the silver Jiao spear and appeared in front of Feng Qingyan.

Qingying looked at it, this should not be the "teleportation" of the spatial element, but the speed is fast to a certain extent, to achieve the effect of afterimage.

Even so, Feng Qingyan still couldn't do anything about it.

Feng Qingyan had a sudden warning in his heart, and rushed forward in embarrassment.

The Chill Whip swept over her head, sending a strong wind that blew her long, burgundy green hair up.

Syllable!

Yan Bing shook his jade hand, and the cold pole whip made a crisp sound, and quickly swept back.

Feng Qingyan paused, raised his gun and swung away the cold long whip, waved his slender hand, grabbed the cold pole whip with one hand, and spun the soles of his feet, without letting Yan Bing retract the cold pole whip.

Qingying's eyes froze.

Feng Qingyan's strength at this moment has reached the sixth layer of the Wuyuan Realm!

There is still a gap between this strength and Yan Bing, but it is extremely close!

Yan Bing was stunned, although her strength had increased, she seemed to have forgotten why she had improved, and at this moment, Feng Qingyan's strength was approaching, which made her a little stunned.

Feng Qingyan seized the opportunity and pulled his side.

Yan Bing stumbled, but he also came back to his senses and wanted to pull the Cold Pole Whip back.

The battlefield changes rapidly, and a small mistake can change the tide of battle.

When the other end was unmoved, Yan Bing's heart sank, and he knew that it was not good, so he had to let go of the cold whip.

Feng Qing smiled, she finally saw the hope of fighting.

With a low snort, Feng Qingyan pulled hard, and his other hand made a wonderful trace.

Sou!

The silver spear suddenly appeared on Yan Bing's side and stabbed at Yan Bing's chest.

Yan Bing hadn't stabilized her body yet, at this time, she either let go of her hand to resist the silver spear, or she flew towards Feng Qingyan and lost both.

Even the referee flew over Yan Bing, feeling that Yan Bing was about to lose.

However, they all underestimated Yan Bing's decisiveness in this state.

A cold glint flashed in Yan Bing's eyes, and he chose the second method.

Flying in mid-air, Yan Bing raised his foot and kicked back, accurately kicking the side of the head of the silver spear.

The referee wiped the cold sweat, as long as there was a slight deviation in Yan Bing's foot, the sole of his foot would be pierced.

There was no threat in the rear, Yan Bing's long hair flew, flipped in the air, and kicked Feng Qingyan's head.

Feng Qingyan let go of the Cold Pole Whip and quickly retreated, she couldn't get close to Yan Bing yet, the weapon was not by her side, Yan Bing had a higher attack intensity.

Yan Bing stomped heavily on the ground, and rushed towards Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan kept retreating, Yan Bing slowed down, and threw out another whip.

Feng Qingyan was not in a hurry to dodge, seeing that she was about to be hit in the pretty face by a volley, the silver spear finally returned to her hand and picked up the long whip.

Swish!

The tip of the long whip swept sharply, and Feng Qingyan withdrew his jade hand and retreated again.

You can see Feng Qingyan clenching his fists tightly, and a touch of red oozes from it.

A flash of excitement flashed through Yan Bing's crimson pupils, and she finally hurt the other party.

In the confusion of thoughts, Yan Bing abandoned his caution and raised his whip to continue to pursue Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan stopped at this time, and her emerald eyes were blazing.

Wu Yuan Realm, seven layers!

War!

Feng Qingyan stepped forward and threw out his spear, hitting Yan Bing's eyebrows.

Yan Bing flicked his whip and hit the spear.

But it only made the spear tremble, and it could no longer be directly pumped away like before.

Feng Qingyan took a butterfly step by step, and his momentum climbed steadily, overwhelmingly crushing down towards the hot ice in front of him.

Yan Bing dodged the spear, and still wanted to resist, wanting to retreat and continue to use the advantage of the refining weapon.

How could Feng Qingyan give Yan Bing another chance, leaned forward, caught the silver spear that flew back upside down, and the lightning-like figure swept by, and a shot was shot at the center of Yan Bing's eyebrows.

Huo Liyi suddenly got up, and Feng Ya pressed him down, looking at the high platform with a smile.

It seems that Windy City seems to have the upper hand this time.