Zhao Lingxiao calmed down his somewhat messy mind for a while, and pulled out a long black and shiny whip from his storage belt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This long whip has a peculiar shape, like a knife, and has a sharp blade.

Holding the long whip in his hand, Zhao Lingxiao immediately settled down, the momentum on his body skyrocketed several times, and the whole person seemed to have turned into an iron-blooded demon god, and a fierce aura permeated the ring.

"Brother Elder Fengye, this whip is my family heirloom, called the Dragon Whip. Although I haven't refined it all yet, I don't dare to hide it in front of my brother, so let it meet you with me! Hey, hey, hey—"

Zhao Lingxiao was still sane, but he had obviously been affected by this blade, and a trace of blood red flashed in his eyes.

"This dragon whip is not simple!"

Feng Yechang had seen a lot of divine weapons, and this one in front of him was obviously the most strange, and when he was hesitating whether to take out the Bladeless Sword, a child's voice suddenly came from his brain.

"Master, you don't need to use Wufeng, it's just a fairy spirit weapon with a trace of sanity, if you use Wufeng to fight, I'm afraid it will be exposed. This is a big place, it's not good! ”

It was the psychic jade that reminded him loudly, and the wind and night chief knew that this psychic jade was extraordinary, and it was not much inferior to Xiao Ming. Only then did he settle down and stand tall, determined to fight with the spirit sword behind him.

"Drink blood!"

Zhao Lingxiao roared wildly, and the whole person was like an angry demon beast, raising the dragon whip, and slashing at the wind and night, this move is like a whip method, and it is like a knife method, and there is also a stick method, and the artistic conception of marksmanship, it is really extraordinary.

"Grid Sword Style!"

The wind and night are long and ready to go, and the momentum of the first to come in the future, the attack and defense are integrated, and the sword drawing style and the sword fighting style and the stabbing sword style are used to attack it.

But he didn't want this Zhao Lingxiao to be like crazy, completely ignoring the fact that he would be injured by the spirit sword of the wind and night, and the whip did not stop, and he actually wanted to exchange injuries for injuries.

"What's this way of playing!?"

Feng Yechang was a little speechless, but it was just a battle in the ring, but why did he disregard life and death so much, rush to transport Zhenyuan, a style of "lightning and lightning", put away the sword and returned, declension into a lead, and wanted to remove the power on the whip.

With a "bang", the blades of the two touched one place, and Zhao Lingxiao only felt a huge force like a mountain surging from the whip blade, and he couldn't help but slap it in his hand and withdraw a few feet away.

Feng Yechang was also churning with qi and blood, and he also took two steps back, and when he raised his eyes, his heavy sword, which was thousands of pounds, had been cut out of a finger-sized gap.

"It seems that you can't touch it hard, otherwise my spirit sword will be scrapped!"

Feng Yechang suddenly felt that his fighting spirit was high, and since he entered the Tenryu Temple, he finally met a good opponent who could fight with him, what a luck!

"Just familiarize yourself with the artistic conception of water taught by the master." Feng Ye Chang returned to his sword's chest and secretly had an idea.

"This guy has so much strength, he can actually shoot Zhao Jiashi out of the Zhao family, what kind of sacredness is it!"

The audience outside the arena didn't know why the two were fighting, but they still saw some clues, obviously in the first round, the son of the Zhao family seemed to have suffered a dark loss.

"Broken bones!"

Taking a sharp breath, Zhao Lingxiao's eyes became blood-red, and with a loud roar, he danced the dragon whip into a black cloud, which swept towards the wind and night in layers.

"Sword of Water!"

Fengye walked in the shape of a dragon with long feet, the person was like a phoenix feather, and struck the spirit sword in his hand left and right, and the whole person turned into a cloud of mist, catching up with Zhao Lingxiao who was rolling wildly.

Zhao Lingxiao only felt that the long whip in his hand seemed to be sticky, no matter how hard he struggled to slash and stab, it had no effect at all, and the whole person was surrounded by endless water intent, if it weren't for the fact that this water mist had no killing intent, he was afraid that he might die at any time.

Zhao Lingxiao has been cultivating for several years, originally arrogant, although he no longer has much resentment against the wind and night, but in the first battle of the pass, he always wants to see the high and low, and divide the victory and defeat, but he doesn't want to face this endless water sword intent, no matter what kind of moves he uses, it is still in vain.

In this way, where can Zhao Lingxiao be willing, he continues to increase his strength, except for never using the most secret supernatural power, almost all of what he has learned in his life.

The audience outside the arena was relaxed and happy, and they were fascinated, and the cheers continued, but they couldn't see the winning momentum of this prince, and although the young man in front of him had mediocre moves, it seemed to be endless, which made it difficult for this son of the Zhao family to shake it at all.

In the face of this stormy offset, Feng Yechang realized the magic of this artistic conception of water more and more, and even forgot the time, and accompanied Zhao Lingxiao to fight hard, seeing that the divine light was about to hang high, and it was almost noon.

"Elder Qiu, may I ask if anyone is here to hand over the task issued by the head of the family, I don't know where they are?!" A black-clothed guard respectfully asked Uncle Qiu, who was watching the battle.

"Oh, the mission, people! It's not good - Shizi, Shizi, stop it quickly! ”

Qiu Bo has long been attracted by the competition between the two, as a strong man in the Great Perfection of the Xuanling Realm, from the confrontation between these two juniors, he actually has a trace of understanding, and he is devoting himself to it, not wanting to be awakened, originally full of dissatisfaction, but suddenly heard that the family is going to see the person who handed over the task, and the secret is not good.

This young master of his own family, for the sake of his will, competed against the people who came to hand over the task outside the house, if this was passed on to the head of the family, I am afraid it would give him a pretext to suppress the prince. hurriedly sent a message to Zhao Lingxiao and asked him to stop the battle.

"Spoiled! Brother Elder Windy Night, have you really picked a mired fruit that is less than three days old! ”

Although Zhao Lingxiao failed to win, he also made a lot of gains in the battle against Feng Yechang, but when he heard Qiu Bo's transmission, he knew that he had misbehaved, so he had to spread the sound of Feng Yechang and stop fighting.

"Mission!"

Feng Yechang was also a martial idiot, and when he saw Zhao Lingxiao standing up, he had no choice but to put away his sword and stand. Only then did he remember the main purpose of coming to the Zhao family, and he didn't know how to answer Zhao Lingxiao for a while.

"That's right, my good brother, we finally don't know each other, if you really have 'picking less than three days of misty fruit', then go with Brother Wei to hand over the task, and then we will find a place to discuss, this is already a vegetable market, it's so boring!"

After all, Zhao Lingxiao's cultivation was higher, and after stopping, he immediately noticed the dense crowd around the ring, and secretly cried out bitterly in his heart.

I originally wanted to teach Feng Yechang a lesson, but I didn't expect that I would become a stepping stone for the family to become famous in Tianlong City, as a martial artist of the Xuanling Realm, I fought with a young man in the Tongqi Realm for a long time, and I didn't know whether I won or lost, it was really a shame!

"Little brother naturally has, otherwise how could he come to your Zhao family, do you think I am cheating and deceiving?!" Feng Ye Chang laughed.

He really likes this reckless and impulsive son, and it's not bad to make friends with him, so he rarely teased him.

"Brother, awesome!" Of course, Zhao Lingxiao heard Feng Ye's long words, stretched out his thumb and smiled.

"In today's battle, brother, I only know what is outside the sky, and Elder Brother Fengye is worthy of being a high disciple of a powerhouse in the Void God Realm!" Zhao Lingxiao sighed.

If he knew that most of Feng Yechang's martial arts came from self-study and self-realization, he was afraid that he would be embarrassed.

Zhao Lingxiao was also extremely curious about the task that Feng Yechang wanted to hand over to the head of the Zhao family, and asked the black-clothed guard, but he didn't get an answer.

At this moment, the rumors of Feng Yechang and the sisters of the Yue family had long been forgotten by him.

Zhao Lingxiao ignored Qiu Bo's anxious eyes, reached out and grabbed Feng Yechang's arm, and strongly asked to accompany him to complete the task handover.

Facing the son of the Zhao family, the black-clothed guard was also helpless, so he had to bow his head and lead the way.

Zhao Lingxiao's enthusiastic care, Feng Yechang naturally accepted it happily, with Zhao Lingxiao's talisman, there should be no accidents in the handover of this mission.

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