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Ling Qing Dance wins!

The top four are Yan Madness, Tong Tianzhen, Ling Qingwu, and Jun Qianxuan.

The strong have their own strong hands, who dares to say that I will win?

The battle started again, Yan Crazy fought against Tong Innocence, and Jun Qianyan fought against Ling Qingwu.

Yan madness does have crazy capital, because he is indeed strong enough, although the other party is also the pride of the sky, he is still arrogant, perhaps his madness is the foundation of his cultivation, his teacher once said, if one day, Yan is not crazy, then the road to the Tao is extinct.

Although Tong Tianzhen is young, his martial arts attainments are extremely high, and his moves are changing, and he has the demeanor of everyone, as if he is not a teenager, but a grandmaster who has been immersed in martial arts for many years.

Ling Qingwu is very beautiful, and she is the object of many disciples' secret wishes, just because she is so good, so good that others dare not confide in her, her words are very few, but they are very beautiful: "Green Spring Peak Ling Qingwu." ”

Jun Qianyan replied: "Purple Gold Peak Jun Qiandi." ”

The day in June was the hottest, even the wind carried a blazing temperature, accompanied by a pair of staring eyes from the audience, and the battle began.

Ling Qingwu took the lead in moving, and the autumn water sword in his hand was the first to start the battle: "A sword dance spring breeze." "The tip of the sword swirls, like a gentle breeze in spring, nourishing all things, making people tired and sleepy-eyed.

Jun Qianyan didn't dare to be careless, and raised his fist: "Liuhe fist." "The fist is wide open, wanton and horizontal, and there is a great tendency to swallow Liuhe.

One move was fruitless, and Ling Qingwu was re-intrigued: "A sword dances the autumn moon." "The sword walks lightly, like a trickle quietly entering the Philippines, and like flowing clouds and bright moons, it is difficult to fathom its traces.

Jun Qianyan held his breath and concentrated, stretched his body, swayed freely, and his fist was more violent: "Eight Desolation Fist!" "If you have a bright moon, I will have a sunset, and the sun will break the moon!"

The snort was soaked in sweat, Ling Qingwu's expression was solemn, and he had reached the critical moment, gathered his mind, and came out again: "A sword dance is in the city!"

The qi and blood chapter is running rapidly, the blood and qi in the body roaring, turning into a double dragon entanglement, holding the eight desolations and six combinations, blessing the soul, and the self-created formula comes into being: "Eight desolations and six combinations, only I am the only one!"

The six major masters gasped at the same time, and exclaimed: "What a high talent!" In the year of the end of the martial arts, how difficult is it to recreate the boxing method?

Yan danced wildly with blood, and was dressed in many wounds. Tong Tianzhen is really not weak, but how can this little injury stop his pace? The blood robe danced in the wind, and the blood hair danced wildly, and he said arrogantly: "Mad God Slash!"

There is obviously no knife in his hand, but it gives people an illusion, as if he is holding a knife in his hand, a fierce and shocking, flaming knife, a knife with a knife, the space trembles, the ground shakes, and the ring seems to be difficult to withstand the power of this knife.

Tong Tianzhen was more seriously injured, he was originally innocent, his eyes were unprecedentedly serious, and he opened his palm: "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

The void is cracked, the heavenly dragon appears, the evil spirit retreats, the demon is evil, the dragon power appears, the scale armor is obvious, lifelike, and the nine heavens are threatening, and the disciples in the audience are trembling, and it is difficult to resist the dragon power.

Divine Sword Fighting Heavenly Dragon.

"Poof!"

After persisting for a long time, the dragon was shattered, Yan Dao won, Yan Madness stopped in time and stood with his hands lost, he had crazy capital and proud qualifications.

Again, it is the battle that everyone has been watching, Jun Qianyan is crazy against Yan, two proud sons of the sky.

Needle tip to wheat mang!

However, at this time, both of them were injured a lot, and it was impractical to fight again, so they agreed to continue tomorrow.

At night, Jun Qianyan picked up the lamp and drank alone, two black shadows flickered outside the house, tiptoeing, sneaking into the house, silently, even he didn't notice it, two cold blades, on the neck, blowing hair and breaking hair.

"Don't make a noise, hand over all the spirit stones. "A man on the left, with a slightly hoarse voice.

Jun Qianyan was not shocked, his hands were pillowed behind his head, as if he ignored the steel knife, he fell straight to the back, and his mouth was playful: "If you want money, you won't give it." ”

The black shadow hurriedly put away the knife, and the person on the right complained: "I'll just say no, I definitely can't hide it from Brother Jun." ”

Stepping back from the black clothes, Bai Wuchang said helplessly: "Alas, Brother Jun, you are too uncooperative, so you can pretend to be good." ”

He was happy to see the two of them again, and said with a smile: "Lord Bai forgives me, Xiaosheng will definitely cooperate next time, how can he come back when he is free?"

Bai Wuchang patted his buttocks, sat on the side and said, "The boss is about to win the championship, can we not come?"

Jun Qianyan said with emotion: "It's still my own brother, by the way, how are you doing recently?"

Bai Wuchang sullenly picked up his wine jug and took a big sip, saying, "Don't mention it, that old pervert, let the two of us practice every day, and I'm tired to death." ”

Jun Qianyan persuaded: "It is also appropriate to work harder in cultivation. ”

Bai Wuchang complained: "What kind of cultivation is that, it's just hellish torture, I don't believe you ask Lao Hei." ”

Jun Qianyan was quite curious, turned his head and asked Hei Wuchang, "Where did you start with this?"

Hei Wuchang explained: "The old man often brought us all kinds of strange things to eat, sometimes extremely fishy, sometimes foul-smelling, and even when he held it himself, he looked disgusted. ”

Time always flies, and when the morning comes, the two get up and leave, because they ran out without telling the old man.

In the ring, Yan Madness wore the armor of a hundred battle generals, coiled dragon and lion brute belt, red hair was scattered at will, domineering and mighty, independent in the wind, like the posture of a god of war.

On the other side, there is a young man, eight feet long, with a graceful physique, although he is weak in the age of the crown, but he shows the vicissitudes of life.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

Yan Crazy Battle Armor covered his body, his whole body was lucky, and he opened his palm: "Flame Palm!"

I saw a flame burning on his palms for no reason, the fire had a shadow, the flame was tangible, and the temperature was blazing, but it did not hurt his body, which showed the other party's proficiency in this palm.

Jun Qianyan's body was full of qi and blood, Yan Madness was the strongest opponent he had fought in his life, and he slashed his fist: "Wutong Fist!"

If the body is like a 10,000-year-old tree, it is not afraid of wind and rain, it is not afraid of thunder, it is not afraid of water and fire, there are sycamores in the North Sea, and the phoenix perches on the top.

In the blink of an eye, they fought a hundred times, and they were evenly divided.

Jun Qianyan's performance was surprising, and Da Chi was impressed: "Zihuan is okay, when did you dig such a good seedling?"

Although Zihuan smiled, there was a complication flashing in his eyes, and he said regretfully: "This son is extremely talented, but he is not from my own door." ”

Da Chi seemed to suddenly remember something, and exclaimed: "Could it be that he is?" The words came to his lips, but he didn't say it.

Yan madman is like his name, man madness, palm madness, fist madness, trick madness, and power madness. On the other hand, Jun Qianyan is like the water of autumn, overcoming rigidity with softness, and the palm technique is gentle, as if the strings are tuned by plain hands.

The battle is white-hot, and the fighting spirit is high.

Yan was delighted, and laughed: "It's enjoyable, it's enjoyable, take me this way, mad god slash!"

As soon as the sound fell, the weapon was started, and so far in the battle, he took out the weapon for the first time, which shows that he has a high evaluation of Jun Qianyan, the knife is six feet long, half a foot wide, and the whole body is the color of flames.

Jun Qianyan palmed the Xuanqi, the blood in the body surged, and a mysterious power swam, passing through the five organs, walking the six intestines, swimming the seven meridians, turning the eight veins, and finally merging with the heart and lungs, exploding in the mouth: "Qilin Tianxiao!"

The best move will be right, and tens of thousands of people will be watching and waiting. But seeing that, Yan Mad suddenly withdrew his hand and stopped making moves, seeing that the other party was like this, Jun Qianyan's strength also dispersed at the same time.

Yan hugged his fists wildly and said, "I lost." ”

Jun Qianyan was puzzled: "Why?"

Yan said frantically: "I have a weapon, but you don't have a weapon in your hand, I have already lost." "The man has heavy eyebrows, and the warrior has heavy spirit, he is not defeated by others, but by himself.

The victory came somewhat suddenly, and after a brief silence, it was exchanged for the shocking cheers of the Purple Peak.

At the end of the Daobi, Zijin Peak won the championship, Zihuan had a light on his face, but he couldn't laugh, and then, Zihuan took it to the Ziji Palace, and unexpectedly gave him the Wupinyi Colorful Exquisite Sword.

For some reason, after seeing Zihuan, his heart was very heavy, and the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind was full of buildings.

Seven days later, after the discussion of the Lord of the Seven Partial Peaks, it was decided that each peak would send a disciple to go out to practice, and when they arrived at the meeting place, they were all old acquaintances, namely Yan Madness, Ji Undoubtedly, Tong Tianzhen, Ling Qingwu, Jun Qianyan and Yao Xiuyi. The Blue Peril hit hard, and the expected absence was unexpected.

Eight hundred miles west of the Five Elements Sword Sect, there is a lonely village, uninhabited, named Changshou Village, the village is as its name, the villagers rarely have diseases, longevity and prosperity, but I don't know why, recently the village has died for no reason, the old and the young are the same, and there was a disciple passing by before, wanting to find out, who wants to go in and disappear without a trace, and send the fate card to shatter, so send six people to investigate.

There was nothing to say on the road, there was a green crane driving, and soon came to the destination, the only thing that made him a little strange was that the bald-tailed crane he saw last time was gone.

Reckless deep mountains, dense forests towering to the sky, six people landing, into the eye, the wilderness map, dead branches and leaves, a few crows crying in the distance, and the beautiful environment of the outside world is very different.

Slowly walking into the village, several people walked side by side, stepping on the ground, making a rustling sound, in this empty night, adding a few wisps of darkness, and finally entering the village, seeing a few households cooking smoke, the hanging heart is also a little more settled.

Tonight seemed to be different from the past, a few dark clouds walked by, hiding the moon, the sky became darker and darker, and the crows hovering in the trees fell for no reason, their black eyes widened, and they flapped their wings a few times, and died completely.

There is an old woman sitting at the entrance of the village, unkempt, coarse linen clothes are full of holes and mud stains, her expression is wooden, her hands are clasped with a big rooster, she keeps plucking her feathers, the chicken is alive, she screams in pain, and the blood on the chicken is dripping: "Son, you wait, my mother will give you a stewed chicken to eat......"

"Vomiting. ”

Yao Xiuyi reacted the most, her face turned pale, she kept vomiting, and the remaining few people were not much better, Ji was undoubtedly a woman with Ling Qingwu, and she hurriedly turned her head to the side, and the remaining three were still better.

The old woman raised her head, her eye sockets were deep, her teeth were falling out, her lips were sunken, her face was wrinkled, and she said hoarsely, "Do you want to eat chicken?"

There is a pot not far away, I don't know what to put in the pot, dark yellow color, sticky, bubbling and bubbling, the old woman got up, grabbed the chicken that was not dead, and walked towards the cauldron, the chicken trembled and kicked its legs, and the blood flowed down the chicken's body, flowing along the road, drawing a line between life and death.

The water in the pot was boiling, the old woman turned a blind eye, pressed the chicken directly into the boiling water, the chicken struggled frantically in the water, and the old woman's hands were full of blisters: "What are you running? I let you run, aren't you just for my son to eat!"

The two women couldn't bear to look directly, their heads turned to the side, Tong Tian really helped Yao Xiuyi, he was already vomiting, and when he turned around and saw this scene, he kept vomiting.

Jun Qianyan stepped forward and stopped the old woman from harming herself, and the old woman struggled wildly, just like Fang Cai's chicken: "I want to stew chicken, my son is coming back, and he likes to eat the chicken I make the most." ”