Knowing that this would be the result, Huo Linfeng was afraid that he would accept Yan Qingwu's suggestion at the beginning and admit defeat and withdraw from the game. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info in that case, at least one person will think that he is self-aware.

And now, Huo Linfeng gives others the feeling that he can only take the blame for himself, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. What Huo Linfeng is thinking about now is not how to get out of the way. It's how to let Yan Qingwu let himself go and spare his life. Because he doesn't want to die now, he's still young.

So, at the highest point where the shouting was almost bursting, Yan Qingwu finally made a move.

Looking from afar, I saw that the red light curtain that was originally guided by Yan Qingwu in his right palm quickly bulged backwards in an instant, turning into a pot-shaped light mask, and slowly detached from Huo Linfeng's body.

In this way, the pain on Huo Linfeng's body was suddenly reduced by more than half.

Relieved, Huo Linfeng was about to breathe a long sigh of relief. But he suddenly felt that the pressure on the top of his head, which was originally empty, suddenly increased sharply, as if Mount Tai was pressing on top of Wuyue's head, and it suddenly pressed on his upper body.

"The dragon cloud covers the moon hand, and the dragon is boundless!"

These were the last words Huo Linfeng heard before he fell unconscious.

The next moment, Yan Qingwu's right palm, which had just been raised, slammed into Huo Linfeng's back.

The palm of his hand fell, and the red pot-shaped light mask suddenly collapsed outward, like an umbrella blown over by the wind, and turned to the other side, the side of Huo Linfeng.

As soon as the red light mask flipped and collapsed, it instantly turned into a series of flame palm shadows, which were pushed in three rows and layers, and fell heavily on Huo Linfeng's back.

"Bang bang bang!"

After three dull explosions, Huo Linfeng's body was like a sack, and it was shaken out like lightning. The body accelerated in the air again and again, crossed a perfect arc, reflecting the shining red in the air, and flew towards the dragon and tiger stage with a "whoosh".

The force of this collision was extremely great, and it directly shook Huo Linfeng's body more than ten zhang away, and fell into the crowd of people under the stage with a "bang".

At this moment, the square, which was almost boiling and evaporating, became surprisingly quiet, even if it was said to be silent, it was not an exaggeration.

All the audience's eyes were fixed on Huo Linfeng. With his body, it glimpsed through the air, and then fixed on the spot where he fell.

Of course, there is a small group of viewers who may have really bad luck. They almost watched Huo Linfeng's body fall from the sky, and then smashed it on themselves, not even having a chance to dodge.

The silence lasted for about a breath, and then thunderous applause erupted in the square. The applause drove the shouts, and in an instant, the entire square was swept through, almost resounding.

On the dragon platform, Yan Qingwu stood with his hands behind his back against the wind, looking into the void with his eyes far away. The snow-like white clothes on his body danced gently in the breeze, indescribably free and elegant.

This battle ended with Yan Qingwu's complete victory. From beginning to end, Yan Qingwu only made one move. However, it was this move that made Huo Linfeng, who was full of fighting spirit and wild and unruly, instantly defeated. I barely even snorted before I fainted.

Now that the dust has settled on the Dragon Stage, the audience naturally moved their eyes to the Tiger Platform.

In this round of battles, the audience in the square was actually only interested in two people. One is Yan Qingwu, a talented young man with excellent cultivation, and the other is naturally Nangong Yi, a rogue young master who was born with waste cultivation and garbage.

Since Huo Linfeng had been slapped out with a palm, he ended up in a fiasco. So how will this Nangong waste of the Yin family be defeated? The audience has infinite reverie in their hearts!

A trace of sweat began to slowly ooze from Hong Jian's back, silently soaking through his clothes. Some of these sweats come out of the fatigue of crazy attacks, and some are out of horror and inexplicable fear.

At this moment, Hong Jian's palms had almost danced into windmills, striking Nangong Yi's whole body one after another.

But even so, the battle situation between the two has not changed much.

Nangong Yi's face was pale, although he had not been injured, he seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness, and he did not have a trace of vitality. His shirt was completely soaked with sweat shortly after the opening.

Now, the wet clothes, like a hemp rope, were tightly wrapped around Nangong Yi's body, and the taste was quite uncomfortable.

The entire ring, so far, is almost filled with two voices.

One is "roar and drink", the shouting sound that Hong Jian made when he made a move.

The other is "snort", the wheezing sound that Nangong Yi made when he tried his best to fight, almost had a fight with the bellows.

It was another stormy offensive and defensive battle, Hong Jian only advanced and did not retreat, and continued to force Nangong Yi like a meteor. However, Nangong Yi could only retreat and advance, and he was staggering to deal with Hong Jian's attack. The situation is dangerous, but there is no real crisis.

Finally, Hong Jian couldn't stand this kind of evenly matched fight anymore, and under the extreme fire, he couldn't help but whisper to Nangong Yi: "I'm going to attack with all my strength, you have to be careful!"

After saying a word, the force on both palms was strengthened again, and the vitality was instantly urged to ten percent. At the same time, the speed of the attack was also twice as fast as before.

Nangong Yi on the opposite side was stunned when he heard this, and immediately shouted: "I'm going to make a killer move, you should be careful!"

As he spoke, without waiting for Hong Jian's backhand to change his moves, the wisps of cyan vitality around Nangong Yi's body were once again like a spirit snake dancing on the tangled vines, roaring and surging out layer by layer, rushing towards Hong Jian.

"Invincible victory over the sky, the golden snake is entangled in the hands!"

Nangong Yi shouted again, his body suddenly flashed forward, like a cyan streamer, and he instantly dodged Hong Jian's heavy attack and rushed in front of Hong Jian.

The transformation of elbows and armpits made Hong Jian's heart sink suddenly, as if hanging a thousand heavy stones, and he was almost shocked to lose his vitality.

By the time he was about to defend again, Nangong Yi's hands had already gone around his armpits and clasped his shoulders with his backhand. His legs were bent, like stiff roots, and they wrapped around the crooks of his legs, ctraining his legs tightly.

In this way, Hong Jian's entire body was instantly restrained by Nangong Yi, and his hands could not move, retreat, or move. wanted to urge the vitality, but the wisps of cyan vitality surging out of Nangong Yi's body sealed the meridians around him.

Seeing such a situation, Hong Jian's whole body shook wildly again, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat and shattered, and he secretly exclaimed: "Could it be that this is the killer weapon that Nangong Yi said?

Hong Jian only felt that his whole body stiffened, as if he had been poured concrete, and he couldn't move for half a minute. For a while, he was as anxious as the wind and was frightened, frantically urging all the vitality in his body, wanting to break away Nangong Yi's prohibition.

Faced with such a strange scene, the audience in the square couldn't help but be in an uproar. They didn't understand that in the early stage of possessing Neigang, how could they suddenly be stunned on the spot in the face of Nangong Yi's counterattack?

In addition, Nangong Yi, a rogue young master who was a generation of waste, would be very interested in the second young master of the Hong family at this moment, and hugged him tightly in his arms, for fear that he would escape.

There was a burst of sighs, admiration, consternation, and curses from the dragon and tiger stage, and the spearhead was all aimed at the waste young master Nangong Yi.

"It's really immoral, I can't imagine that this Nangong scoundrel would have a habit of breaking his sleeves and splitting peaches!"

"Who says it's not, this guy has ruined countless girls, and now he's starting to spoil the old men!"

"And as soon as he made a move, he was the second young master of the Hong family, I really don't know what the head of the Hong family would think when he saw this scene!"

"What a shameless guy, do you still have a little shame? In such broad daylight, he dares to blatantly stage the Living Spring Palace, how can it be reasonable!"

"Brute, let go of that young master and let me come!"

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The unbearable voices of discussion and scolding made Hong Qiandu, who was on the judges' seat, have a hot shame on his face, and he couldn't help but turn his face away.

It's really embarrassing, the huge Dragon and Tiger Terrace, such as majestic and solemn, how can the Yin family do such an immoral thing?

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