Xiao Bieli's gaze swept over Bai Hongfei and Beichenyu, and then his gaze fell directly on Yang Minghui's face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Among the five people on the stage, Murong Rou and Nie Weiyang are women, and Xiao Bieli's arrogance determines that it is impossible for him to challenge women.

And Bai Hongfei once had a war, and it was still the same again.

Beichenyu is only half a step innate, although Beichenyu's strength is stronger than Li Zetao, but Xiao Bieli feels that winning is not a victory.

So he chose to fight against Yang Minghui.

Xiao Farewell strode and walked to the ring.

"Take the baton. A voice sounded, and immediately from Yang's house, someone threw out a thick black iron rod, and the black iron rod seemed to roll up a whirlwind across a graceful arc in mid-air, and fell towards Yang Minghui with an amazing roar.

Yang Minghui grabbed his right hand out of thin air and accurately held the black iron rod.

This stick, the whole body is made of dark iron, weighing 888 pounds, it is not a Xuan soldier, but it is better than the ordinary low-grade Xuan Bing.

Xiao Bieli's strength is obvious to everyone in Nantong County, and the people of the Yang family threw the Xuantie rod in order to give Yang Minghui hope to win.

And the Yang family is famous for practicing martial arts in Nantong County, there is a secret method of practicing the body, and the innate realm is introduced, and the strength can reach a level of three thousand jin or even four thousand jin or even higher.

"The first one is a stick. Yang Minghui let out a low shout, the momentum was amazing, turning into sound waves and clearing layer by layer, and then, waving his hands and hands, he smashed the air with a stick, and smashed it towards Xiao Bieli with amazing power as if splitting a mountain and slashing mountains.

A black scratch remained in the air, and the air under the terrible stick was extremely compressed, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and the ring was broken with an amazing stick pressure.

"A little bit of a skill. Xiao Biali laughed in a low voice, did not shoot, but raised his palm, and there seemed to be a vortex rotating in the palm of his palm, and then slapped straight forward.

There was a roar, like a hurricane roaring, and the internal strength rushed down, and the palm print quickly became larger, bombarding out like a grinding disc.

"Open!" Yang Minghui suddenly burst into tears, and the speed of the smashed stick surged, becoming more ferocious, and the power skyrocketed, and he had already used the strength of his whole body, instantly causing his combat power to soar.

The palmprint like a grinding disc was split in two, and the head was split, as if it was about to smash Xiao Bieli with a stick.

With his hands crossed upwards, he immediately held the body of the smashed stick.

Motionless.

"Drink!" Yang Minghui gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and the strength of his body and true qi exploded together, Xiao Beili's smile on his face converged, the cold light flashed under his eyes, and the muscles of his arms swelled slightly, and he grabbed the stick stiffly, making it impossible to get out.

"Xiao Biali also cultivates horizontal martial arts? It seems that his attainments are still extremely profound, the first of the four masters of Nantong, it is really not simple. Beichenyu's eyes flashed and sighed secretly.

After many outbursts, his strength was drastically depleted, and he could no longer support several outbursts, so Yang Minghui immediately made a decision and immediately wanted to cast a secret method.

As if sensing the other party's intentions, Xiao Farewell was at full strength, and the power that exploded in an instant was incomparable, like a sea of water, and suddenly shook, directly shaking the Xuantie rod upward, and then slammed forward like a big bear hitting a tree, and his broad shoulders directly hit Yang Minghui's chest.

With a bang, like the roar of the drum, under the impact of the strong force, Yang Minghui flew backwards and fell to the ground like a meteorite.

The chest was stuffy, the qi and blood were surging and almost spurting out, and the viscera was even more painful, and there were internal injuries.

That collision, Xiao Bieli also collected a lot of strength, otherwise with all his strength, this Yang Minghui would not be as simple as being injured.

"Defeated......" The people of the Yang family were silent one by one.

The younger generation of the major forces were also silent, and Xiao Parting was like a mountain pressing on their hearts, giving birth to a feeling that it was difficult to climb.

"Who else is going to continue to challenge?" asked Ge Hong with a smile.

"Me. Li Zetao didn't want to miss the opportunity to enter Yuanlingtan, so he decided to hold on to the challenge, and the target of the challenge was Murong Rou.

Li Zetao's combat power is the top in the same level, and he has learned grandmaster-level sword moves, and his combat power is three points stronger, while Murong Rou has not learned grandmaster-level martial arts, if Li Zetao has not been beaten by Beichenyu and his injuries are not light, in his heyday, he really has no confidence to win Li Zetao.

But now?

The sword was unsheathed, Murong Rou's wrist shook, and the sword light poured out like a torrential rain, sharp and powerful, like the sky breaking through the clouds, tearing and shattering the fog.

Li Zetao only felt that there was sword light in front of him, and each sword light was extremely strong, and he could tear himself apart, so he had to deal with it with all his might.

Due to the injury, the strength can only be exerted seventy or eighty percent, and it is at a disadvantage, and after fighting more than a dozen moves, he was directly suppressed by Murong Rou, and he couldn't find any chance to fight back.

A sword in his hand, but Chen Zong never moved half a foot, the sword, as if it could spread to any part of the battle platform, there was nowhere to hide, every sword, must be Li Zetao's full strength to be able to barely resist, every sword made Li Zetao tired.

Li Zetao's face turned red, feeling extremely aggrieved, but he was helpless.

Everyone could see at a glance that Murong Rou was going to win.

One is not lightly injured and cannot play his strength, and the other is at the peak and calm.

Li Zetao's injury affected his strength, so how could he compete with Murong Rou.

The last sword, like thunder breaking through the air, was extremely fast, and a flash of lightning flashed in front of him, and the reaction speed was a beat slower due to the injury.

The strong force exploded, and the whole person flew out upside down, and fell into the ring irresistibly.

The rule of losing a battle is that you either get beaten down and can't get up, or you are knocked out of the ring, or you admit defeat.

Li Zetao was knocked out of the stage by Murong Rou's sword, and he lost.

One person has two chances to challenge, and when they run out, they lose when they lose.

Li Zetao's second challenge was lost, which means that he completely missed the quota for entering Yuanlingtan.

"I'm going to challenge you. "Fang just fought, Shang Yun watched and thought at the same time, and had already made a decision to send out a second challenge.

The target is Nie Weiyang, who has not yet made a move.

"Good. Nie Weiyang's voice was crisp and pleasant, and his demeanor was calm and elegant.

"Although this Shang Yun was defeated by Li Zetao, his combat power has reached at least the elite level. ”

"Miss Weiyang feels so mysterious that she can't see through it at all. ”

"You don't have to guess, it's definitely the girl who wins. ”

In the midst of the audience's discussions, Shang Yun had already stepped into the ring and stood opposite Nie Weiyang.

"I can't see through your strength, so in the beginning, I'll give it my all. Shang Yun Zhengse said, his hands swept over his waist, he put on black gloves, and his arms and five fingers were spread, as if he could encircle a mountain, and as if he could resist the impact of the mountain.

"Please!" Nie Weiyangyu raised his hand lightly and smiled slightly, even through the veil, he could feel the beauty of that confidence.

"Pick up. As soon as the words fell, Shang Yun's whole person seemed to be bombarded out like a meteorite, and the extremely strong sound of breaking the wind whistled, like a hundred-meter sea tide slapping down, and the momentum was mighty.

In the roar, Shang Yun's true qi was like a rolling wave, surging, and a light cyan wave was surging on the surface of the body, all of which went to his arms, as if there was a sea tide sound that was higher than a while, and under the drive of his arms, it turned into the most violent waves and continuous impact, and the waves crashed on the shore thousands of times.

Before the palms arrived, the terrible palm pressure had already squeezed the air in front of them extremely, pressing like steel, and the hard ring cracked, and the crack welds pushed forward one after another, making a crisp cracking sound.

Under Shang Yun's palms, Nie Weiyang's dress flew away, but Nie Weiyang's expression was still indifferent, without the slightest panic.

When Shang Yun's palms were about to slap Nie Weiyang's delicate body, Nie Weiyang moved.

The plain hand was raised, and the jade fingers as white and tender as green onions were put together and put together in the vertical palm, the trajectory was mysterious but clearly visible, and one palm met the Shang Yun who came from the impact.

Then, at the moment when Shang Yun's palms were bombarded with terrifying palm pressure, Nie Weiyang's palms trembled slightly, and an irresistible force burst out in an instant.

With a bang, the whole ring seemed to be shaking, and everyone's hearts were beating suddenly in an instant.

The steel-like palm pressed under Nie Weiyang's palm, and it was directly shattered, as if the ceramic was smashed, making a clicking sound.