On the battle platform, the girl was dressed in a white warrior robe, and the light blue dusty sword emitted a hazy light, attracting countless astonished eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Such a young woman defeated Guo Shan cleanly.

And the countless disciples of the General Sect had already burst into cheers.

Under the battle platform, Guo Shan stared at Wu Xingling with cold eyes, walked to the side of a man in yellow, and said, "That woman is very powerful, wearing a treasure that can isolate my bell. ”

The man in yellow sneered, and then looked at him and said, "I can't even beat a woman, it's really a waste, so leave it to me to deal with." ”

"It's a shame to be beaten in public by a woman, but you're not much better than me. ”

Guo Shan's eyes swelled with anger.

"Then you can see how I cleaned her up. ”

The man in yellow smiled weirdly, the space in front of him was distorted, and he stepped onto the battle platform in one step, and said: "In Xia Song Zhen, I have come to teach the strength of the girl, but the fists and feet have no eyes, but you have to be careful, it is not good to hurt somewhere." ”

In the face of Song Zhen's false words, almost all of them let out a sigh.

"It's not your turn to talk too much in my head office. ”

Suddenly, Wu Xingling flashed and disappeared, stabbing with a sword, the speed was so fast that it was elusive, and a trace poured out of the void, and it came to Song Zhen.

"The sword is fast, but the power is too weak. ”

However, in the face of Wu Xingling's fierce attack, Song Zhen smiled faintly, and with a slight tap of his fingers shrouded in green light, he slapped the Falling Dust Sword to the side.

Wu Xingling's brows furrowed slightly, his body flickered, and the Falling Dust Sword swept away suddenly, and countless sword flowers were conjured up like lightning, stabbing at Song Zhen.

Song Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, sneered, moved slightly, and a green beam of light shot out, and the body in front of him took a few steps back.

"Boom!"

The majestic true yuan surged, Song Zhen was extremely experienced in fighting, his hands were folded, and a forest-like scene was quickly suppressed, as if it was endless.

Lu Feng looked at the battle situation on the battle platform, and said worriedly: "This Song Zhen has reached the peak strength of the four changes, I am afraid that it is not far from the five changes." ”

And at this moment, that forest made the Martial Star Spirit shrouded in it, no matter how much the long sword in his hand was torn, it was generated in a moment.

"Taste this palm of mine. ”

A hideous flicker flashed on Song Zhen's face, his five fingers hooked, and the surging Zhenyuan grabbed it, turning into a claw print and slamming downward.

Wu Xingling's face changed violently, and nine sword lights shone from the Falling Dust Sword, like nine rainbows rushing away.

The space exploded with countless sharp fragments, Song Zhen shook for a moment, leaving an afterimage, but the deity had already come to her, and slapped his palm forward.

Bang!

Wu Xingling turned to the side slightly, but a strong wind still rubbed on the incense shoulder.

Seeing this, Song Zhen turned into nine phantoms in an instant.

In the face of these nine phantoms that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, Wu Xingling's face was a little panicked, and then the sword qi turned into countless circles of light to protect his body.

But at the moment when the nine phantoms shattered, Song Zhen quickly appeared behind her, with a sneer, and the palm print slapped violently.

The majestic power surged by, even with the protection of the saint-level inner armor, Wu Xingling's delicate body was inevitably trembling forward, and a muffled sound came out of his mouth, and a bright blood stain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I touched the fur of the five transformations that turned into nothingness. ”

A chill surged in Lu Feng's eyes.

Although this is still extremely superficial, it is already a great threat to the four martial artists.

"If that's all you have to do, then get out of here!"

Countless cyan vines burst out of his hand, piercing through the Martial Star Spirit like a blade, and the fierce attack carried a deadly killing intention.

"Star Spirit, admit defeat quickly!"

Wu Qingtian shouted violently, and at this moment, anyone could see that Song Zhen completely took the initiative.

Before Wu Xingling could speak, Song Zhen smiled sadly, "Since you don't want to admit defeat, then don't blame me for destroying flowers!"

Song Zhen's speed was extremely fast, his hands formed marks like lightning, and the vines turned into nine spears, completely blocking Wu Xingling's dodge range, and the violent and fierce offensive was enough to surge all over the world.

"Junior, dare to be presumptuous!"

Wu Qingtian shouted angrily, and when he saw that Song Zhen dared to kill him, he suddenly blasted out with a holy power, wanting to rescue Wu Xingling.

"Hehe, you are a saint, we should not interfere in the competition between juniors, so let them play by themselves. ”

Mu Sheng smiled faintly and sneered, the time of his attack was extremely tricky, and a blue light collapsed Wu Qingtian's holy power.

On the battle platform, Wu Xingling was also distracted for a moment because of this sudden and fierce attack, and the terrifying attack made her silver teeth clench, and her jade hands overlapped, wanting to forcibly take this move.

Song Zhen's eyes were cruel, as if he had seen the scene of Xiang Xiaoyu's death.

"You want to die!"

But at this moment, a figure moved suddenly, turning into a flash of white light, a big hand wrapped around her slender waist, and the palm of the other slashed forward, slashing nine spears alive.

Wu Xingling's big eyes narrowed slightly, his head rested on his manly chest, and his cheeks turned crimson.

"This is just a scramble, doesn't your Excellency feel too shameless to deal with a girl with such a ruthless method?

Lu Feng raised his head, looked at Song Zhen with a cold gaze, and a violent gush gushed out of his bones.

"Where did the kid come from, he dared to speak in such a tone in front of me, and my Wooden Sacred Palace is also something you can discuss?"

Hearing Lu Feng's words, Song Zhen's face was extremely gloomy.

"It's that kid. ”

The memory of the saint can be called unforgettable, and Mu Sheng recognized Lu Feng at a glance, and he also had a killing intent.

Just because of this kid, his bet with Tu Sheng fell short, and he lost a holy vein in vain.

"Mu Sheng, your junior disciple is really ruthless, but you want to kill people in a fight. ”

Seeing that Wu Xingling was safe and sound, Wu Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately glared at Mu Sheng with angry eyes.

The faces of the Yu Saint and the Purple Moon Saint were also not good-looking.

Mu Sheng's finger tapped on the wooden table, and said calmly: "Since it is a competition, it is normal to not be able to control the strength, and casualties are inevitable. ”

"You ....." Wu Qingtian rose into rage.

At this time, a voice sounded in his ears, saying, "Senior, leave the rest to me, and I will let Mu Sheng know what it means to be truly uncontrollable." ”

Lu Feng's transmission made Wu Qingtian quiet.

Although this young man was still only a martial artist, he didn't know why he believed in his heart that he would do something unusual, perhaps because he brought back the Holy Source from the ancestral hall space.

Immediately, he took a deep breath and said, "Mu Sheng, remember, you said this, don't regret it when the time comes, then don't blame us for being polite." ”

Wu Qingtian's words made Mu Sheng's brows furrow, and there was a faint feeling in his heart

"Song Zhen of the Wood Saint Palace, I'll play with you next. ”