Xiao Ling's two little hands pinched Qiao Shuye's shoulders and shook them back and forth, "Stinky boy, why did you let those barbarians in?"

"Sooner or later, it's better to fight now. Qiao Shuye didn't speak, but Rui'er interjected abruptly.

"That's right," Qiao Shuye in the wheelchair squinted slightly, "At least our Cloud City can be saved for the time being." ”

What can he say?

Emperor Fu and High Priest Yue Yun spoke at the same time, whether this Cloud City is open or not, in fact, it is no longer something that he Qiao Shuye can say, or he insists on going his own way and closing the dome, which is just a matter of one person and one finger for those two people. Even if those two didn't make a move, the two string masters outside the city would be able to break through the formation of Cloud City with some effort, and at that time, if the barbarian side invaded heavily, and the string masters in the north could not arrive in time, the result might be even worse than now.

Rather than making such a passive choice, it is better to let the young masters on both sides fight fairly.

Rui'er said: "Because of that incident, there may be fewer string masters in our northern realm than the barbarians, but if we talk about the quality of the younger generation of masters, they may not be better than us." ”

Qiao Shuye stroked his palms and smiled, and exclaimed: "That's exactly the reason!"

Xu Yuanshuo's knife was fast.

No one can say how fast it is, but among the Northern Realm masters present, the number of people who can take his knife intact is no more than the number of hands, and if he is willing to use all his strength, there may not even be a person with one hand.

But it was such a fast knife that was easily pinched by Na Zhuo Ba with two fingers.

"Weak, too weak!" the beast-skinned boy of the Tianmo Ancient Elephant Clan pouted, "Are you the strongest of them?"

A cold glow bloomed on Xu Yuanshuo's pinched blade, and Zhuo Ge only felt a tingling pain between his fingers, and immediately let go of his hand, and a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe, maybe not. The boy, who had always been a man of few words, gave an ambiguous answer.

Drogo frowned, swinging his blade away and slamming his fist into the young man's eyebrows, "You northerners, you are not cool at all. ”

Xu Yuanshuo didn't speak again, his left hand used his fingers as a knife, and between the flicks, the nine sword qi exercises collided with the oncoming fist.

If everything in the world is clear, then what is the use of the sword?

Zhuo Ge's fist failed to hit Xu Yuanshuo's body, but Xu Yuanshuo's body was still blown by the fierce fist wind, and a dark yellow true element barrier flashed away on his body surface.

Xu Yuanshuo frowned, this person's strength was much stronger than him.

Zhuo Ge's side was also uncomfortable, the young man's finger knife in front of him was even stronger than the knife in his hand, his hands were clearly wearing fist gloves, but the palmar knuckles were still invaded by the knife qi, and there was a faint pain.

"Underestimate him. Drogo said to himself.

The battle between Li Fuyao and Hu Yanfeng was not as optimistic as the situation on Xu Yuanshuo's side.

The strength of the masters among the seven king's tent tribes is equal, although the masters of the other six clans are because of the bloodline and

The problem of the totem is slightly weaker than the first line of the Tianmo Ancient Elephant Clan, but Chiguli, Gongye Cun's strength is really just the literal difference between them and Zhuo Ge, and Hu Yanfeng and Li Fuyao are strong and strong, and they can even easily fight beyond the ranks in other places, but compared to Xu Yuanshuo, there is still a certain gap.

Listening to the wind building, one of the three scriptures, "Huang Ting Sutra", "Flying Floc Sutra", "Finger Knife Sutra", as the only son of the door master, Xu Yuanshuo naturally learned all, in comparison, there is only one scripture of the Snow Villa and the torture house is a lot worse, not that the talent of the two is not as good as Xu Yuanshuo, but the gap in the heart is too obvious.

is Jiang Ning, if it weren't for the accumulation of many factors and the many adventures, it would be impossible to compare with Xu Yuanshuo with a second-class "Cangmu Sword Diagram" alone.

At the moment, these two people are stumbling under the fierce offensive of Chiguli and Helian Pengyue, and they seem to be a little embarrassed, but in the end, they are from everyone's background, even if they are out of disadvantage, their moves are still orderly, although it is difficult to win, they remain undefeated, and they can barely do it if they drag each other.

On the contrary, it was the mysterious young man in the green robe, in the previous big competition, this person shot in a decent manner, and always trembled with people for a long time before barely winning, although there was a thrilling promotion along the way, but he did not gain much attention, and he did not use the previous ability to release poison from beginning to end.

Now that the green-robed man is fighting with Gu Mo of the Teng Snake Clan, whether it is the people watching the battle under the compass or the people participating in the battle above the compass, they all feel that Gu Mo, who is not afraid of toxins, will definitely have the absolute upper hand, including Gu Mo himself.

However, things don't always like to go the way people originally envisioned it.

When the fists of the two collided together without any fancy, Gu Mo was shocked to find that he had the King Kong physique with a great casting spirit and a great blood condensation, and he was surrounded by the extremely domineering Teng Snake bloodline, and he lost to the thin young man in front of him when he was competing for strength.

The strength of the two is completely different from the same level!

It's just a face, Gu Mo's right fist, and the finger bones are shattered.

The cold black mist was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the blood that meandered out of the wound on the palm of his right hand flowed up into Gu Mo's body.

"Hmph, I said it, poison is useless to me. "If you lose, you don't lose the battle, the barbarian boy Gu Mo smiled coldly.

The pale and clean face of the green robe showed a hint of playfulness, and while slowly walking in the direction of Gu Mo, he habitually kneaded his fingers, "Who told you that it was poison?"

The cool and refreshing feeling went all the way up the veins on his right arm, Gu Mo looked at the young man's pale but handsome face, but his heart was slightly cold, his left hand pinched his right shoulder, and with a sharp tear, the entire right arm was thrown towards the green-robed young man as a hidden weapon.

"Boom!" Gu Mo's eyes were bloodshot and his face was hideous.

The right arm with endless essence blood and energy exploded in response, and the green-robed young man bore the brunt of being wrapped in it, and the violent wave of qi carried countless bone fragments towards Zhou

The besieged northerners raged away, and the six or seven people standing around the green-robed boy were immediately swept out, slightly injured, seriously injured, and all the near-dead.

On the high platform of the inner city, Rui'er was about to take the Great Yan Divine Dice and launch a blue light to move those dying northern masters down, but was stopped by the elegant young man in the wheelchair waving his hand.

"Since it's a gamble, it's fair to be fair. Qiao Shu said at night.

Rui'er understood what her son meant, in the ring competition above the compass, no one would die, but whenever someone was in danger, the blue light would take them all out of the ring.

But the barbarian masters who joined halfway did not have such treatment, and if they encountered mortal danger, they would really die.

In this way, it is naturally unfair to the barbarian side.

What's more, only seventy percent of the luck of the defeated people will be drawn out by the compass and injected into the body of the victor, while those who are killed, their luck will be 100% drawn out and belong to the murderer.

This is not only a difference in life, but also a battle of luck between the future northern realm and the barbarian land.

Rui'er understood, but the movements of her hands did not stop.

If this is a war that has no reason to be talked about, why should we be fair to these invaders?

The blue light did not appear after all, and someone affected by the explosion died after all.

Rui'er didn't stop, but the Dayan Divine Dice had already appeared in Qiao Shuye's hand at some point.

"Hey!" The elegant young man often sighed, and did not look back at the graceful girl who was glaring at him, but said softly: "If you save him, more people will die because of him, and I will carry his life." ”

What Qiao Shuye didn't say was: I will carry his life, and I don't want you to carry those lives that may be innocent because of this.

Rui'er was stunned, as if she had thought of something, and tears flashed in her eyes, and she looked at the young man in a wheelchair with soft and regretful eyes.

"Childe, if you are always like this, you will never want to stand up. ”

The elegant man leaned on the back of the chair and tilted his head slightly, unscrupulously peeked at the full scenery on his maid's chest, and said with a smile: "If I can really stand up one day, I don't need Rui'er to push the wheelchair anymore. ”

Rui'er Qiao's face was slightly red, and she said shyly: "But why?"

Qiao Shuye smiled, pretending to sigh profoundly: "It's just because of some scenery, and I can't see it anymore when I stand up." ”

(End of chapter)